#they didn't even try. it's so disrespectful.

[whatifchilchuckwasadog]

hi not to derail i just am filled with the need to really highlight the "i'm not going to attempt to pronounce this" issue. it pisses me off so much for so many reasons.

do you not know how to look things up. if you don't know how to look up pronunciations why am i listening to anything you're saying. you clearly didn't look stuff up you're just talking out of your ass

i don't care if it's unfamiliar to you. everything is unfamiliar for someone every day. are you a coward? or just, in many cases, racist?

it's not even always racist (i grew up with a "difficult" name with english origins in the united states, i'm white, most people mispronounced it and because of demographics of where i grew up and the circles my parents ran in, most of them were also white) BUT it is always disrespectful. if someone tells you face to face how to pronounce their name and you won't do it correctly or if you assign them a nickname without their consent you're an asshole. imo the most respectful thing you can do if you really truly cannot pronounce their name is just to try it a few times to make sure you get it right, ask them to correct you, and then use their name regularly the first few times you see them even if you don't use people's names often so it sticks in your brain. no one i've ever met with a "difficult" name has ever posed an issue with this, and it's personally my preferred way to be approached.

if it's something you found in a book or on the internet and you haven't heard people pronounce it - there are websites for that. there are websites where people pronounce things for you. practice it. it's not going to kill you to look up how to make certain ipa sounds. you aren't on such a strict schedule that you can't spend 5 minutes googling and practicing.

this one isn't even about respect to where the word is from it's just about respect for your viewer. i mostly encounter this in video essays. video essays are really good background noise. i get to learn things while i work or do chores. it's great! but if you make me put down what i'm doing because you're a slimy little bastard who refuses to respect other people to go and rewind your video to where you had it on the screen, i'm really just as likely to pick a different video by someone who has more respect for their subject and their audience.

youtube should give viewers the option to grade video essays like it's a high school english class assignment and if the median grade is below passing then they stick a huge png over your video advising that this is a vlog with slide show components. if the youtuber ever goes "umm. I'm not going to attempt to pronounce this" at any point then they're genetically altered to be able to survive underground and let loose in an endless series of catacombs built beneath their home to live the rest of their life as the fabled town troll.

[wicked-disposition]

tw: blackmail. humiliation. power play.

The Secretary ; Jeong Yunho

there's always a lot of work to do, too many orders to obey, a lot of complaints to hear. and you love it.

you love to be the one ordering Yunho around, to see him doing his best so he can keep the job, swallowing his words to not disrespect you when you're actually being a bitch.

but he understands it now and at this point, it's just fun. you try so hard to affect him, so focused on getting on his nerves. you could have anyone you wanted, but you wanted him and that's flattering.

so when he comes in your office during the day, the annoying smirk is already on your lips and he knows you're ready to say something to put him in his place, as usual. but there's no time for it since he grabs you by the neck and pushes you against the wall.

you don't fight back, he can't even hear you complain like you love to do. His eyes examine you carefully in contrast at what his fingers do with your blouse, ripping it off, buttons spread all over the floor.

"i didn't think you would behave so well, but i guess all you wanted was to be a good bitch for me, right?" before you could answer, he turns you around, slamming your face and body on the harsh surface.

He pulls up your skirt and you push your hips against his, urging to feel something, needing more contact. your voice is desperate and whiny when you ask him to touch you and this only makes him smile wide. the fiery boss is nothing but a precious whore for him and you can't even deny it.

he wastes no time and slams himself inside your wet hole, being welcomed with your moans and warmth.

"the door is unlocked and you have cameras here. would you like to see someone stepping in and catching you taking cock like that?" he asks cunningly.

hips going harder, the sounds of your bodies hitting on each other just increasing, your moans getting louder, and you way too lost in pleasure to form any sentence.

"maybe i can get the recording and show my coworkers how good you are for me, i bet they would love to meet the real you." and this idea is not that bad for you, right? to have yourself embarrassed to this point, to have everyone to know you're just a filthy slut who craves cock?

you're clenching around him, swallowing him whole and begging for his cum, he just can't deny you that. so he gives it to you, thrusting nonstop so he can be sure you're filled with all of his load, your juices mixing up and staining your inner thighs.

he’s ready to leave the office when he sees everything is perfect, your shirt is ruined, you are dripping cum as there are many people outside just waiting for you to come out.

"i think our professional relationship will be better from now on."

“you just need to be a good girl and no one will know this is just a facade for the needy bitch you are."

he gives you one last look, a victorious smile on his face.

"good luck, with your meeting you’ll need it."

[crazybiscuit]

Uptown Girl

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: You, an out of touch rich pureblood, recently moved to England for yet another engagement prospect. Unfortunately, things don't go to plan as you somehow find yourself constantly running into a werewolf, who has developed a valid reason to dislike you. Warnings: This is going to be a long fic and the reader will be a bit of a bitch at first. The story will definitely contain violence, excessive use of alcohol, smut and mentions of death. This chapter doesn't have any graphic content though. On side note, this is set in 1983 and sadly, Lily (my wife... 😔) and James are dead. So Sirius is in Azkaban and Peter is "dead". Word Count:  2287 Credits: @saradika-graphics thank you for the divider! A/N: Let's pretend I didn't mean to post this yesterday... London was an actual nightmare to map out in my brain and I'm fully aware the title doesn't make total sense considering uptown and downtown is a mostly American concept but I figured it fit the context of the story. So for our sake, Remus will live in East London, closer to the Thames, and you, my dear Readers will live in West London, more North of the city. On a side note, fuck JKR and her disgusting beliefs. Also, to anyone struggling, whether it be personal life or political climate, I hope you're doing alright. Writing is my current escapism and I hope I can help someone else in the process. On another note, chapter 2 should be posted on the 28th!

 

“When is that damned exterminator going to get here?” your father’s gruff voice was muffled by his handkerchief he held to his nose as he walked into the parlour.

“We should’ve just called the ministry,” the woman sat next to you snapped, her head sticking out of the window taking advantage of the fresh air, “No one would’ve ever cared about our little problem. But no, you had the brilliant idea to hire some random man you found in a pub.”

You brushed your damp hair, trying your best to ignore the foul stench emitting from beneath the floor, “There’s nothing small about our problem, so I’d much rather keep this discreet myself.”

You should’ve known better than to oppose your poor, dear mother, as she grasped her chest as if he couldn’t breathe, “Discreet! I don’t care how discreet we are dealing with this! This man will fail to help us, screw up and we will have to call the ministry anyways. Hell! He’s probably a fraud and planning to rob us. Do you have any idea how much worse that will be! People will think we are fouls who can’t maintain our estate.”

You didn’t bother hiding the way you rolled your eyes as you glanced back out to the cloudy sky, which caused mother to rant about disrespect to the old man, now sitting in his recliner.

The fall wind was a welcome guest as you began to carefully style your hair, turning your attention to your faint reflection in the window. The bundimun infestation might have stalled the redecorating efforts of this old dirty hole of townhouse, but it was certainly not going to stop you from looking your best.

“It’s lucky Josephine is still in France. I'm beginning to doubt any amount of magic can revive this place.”

“Enough complaining,” your father cut in, as he cast another scouring charm in an attempt to lessen the smell, “We all know this isn't ideal, but you should be grateful we even found this estate for you.”

You felt slightly annoyed as you finished your hair, frowning at him through the glass reflection. Your hand dropped dejectedly as you glanced back with a sigh. He was right, despite every one of your arrangements falling through due to the war, your parents had still managed to find you a respectable match, “I know, I know… I'm sorry. This is all just frustrating.”

Your parents shared a look but remained silent. However, this didn’t last long as your mother suddenly stood up, “I feel like I might faint.” 

Your father let out an exasperated sigh at her theatrics.

“I am sorry, dear, but I cannot do this anymore. You'll have to deal with the exterminator yourself, I'm going out for lunch with Y/N–”

Before your father could protest in annoyance, you interrupted, “Actually, I still need to finish my makeup, so you can go with Papa.”

They put very little effort into arguing and quickly vanished from the house. The silence would've been appreciated if it weren’t for the disturbing smell surrounding you and you found yourself tilting your head back as you leaned against the window sill. Even upside down, the townhouses that lined the street bored you, and you decided to stare at the sea of grey clouds slowly drifting across the sky instead.

You figured, much to your annoyance, that it would likely rain again today. Your attention snapped to the street when you heard the crunching of the colourful leaves beneath someone’s shoes. You flipped over to get a proper look of the man coming up the street and your interest peaked. He stood out against the pristine houses, his dark clothes seemingly worn from years of wear on his tall, though lanky figure, and he seemed handsome enough even from the second floor.

You quickly grabbed your wand and summoned your silk robe, slipping it over your nightgown. He must’ve been the man your father hired, and with that thought, you grabbed your perfume bottle to apply some.

By the time the doorbell rang, you had grabbed your lipstick and you carefully applied it as you looked at yourself in the mirror against the wall. The bell rang a second time and you sighed, quickly wiping off the colour that was out of place. You smoothen out your silk robe before heading to the front door, opening it and finding yourself faced with a man’s hand frozen midair, ready to knock.

“Oh, sorry,” your eyes snapped up to the face that spoke and you met the man’s slightly startled hazel eyes. He was taller than you expected when you saw him outside and his light brown hair was messy but still made him look rather charming. He seemed a few years older, likely in his mid or late 20s. But what truly caught your eyes were the scars scattered across his face, neck, hands. Any bit of skin you could see was littered with scars, “Hi, you hired pest control..?”

His deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you noted the faint Welsh accent as you stepped aside, opening the door wider for him, “Right… come in.”

The man took notice of your outfit and nonchalant demeanor, but remained professional as he followed you in. His expression remained steady despite the familiar pungent smell filling the house. He awkwardly adjusted his bag on his shoulder. Your father hadn’t told him the exact issue, only promising to pay him nicely, and Remus hadn’t exactly allowed himself the privilege of worrying about the oddity of the situation. However, you did notice his stance relaxed as he recognized the infestation he was handling, “Bundimuns?”

“Unfortunately, that is correct,” you sighed, looking back as you opened the door to the area where the test was the most prominent. You noted his slight hesitancy to walk in as he observed the half-decorated house, “Our house warming party is in a few days and we need this issue to be solved quickly so we can finish the renovations.”

“Right…,” Remus tried his best to hide his expression of confusion and disbelief as he stared at the loud decor scattered around the room, “This seems like it would’ve been easier to report to the ministry.”

“Probably,” you agreed, making your way to the open balcony, “We’ll take our chances though. I’d rather only have one person know about this than deal with official records of the infestation.”

That confused the poor man, who had set his old messenger bag down on one of the uncovered powder blue sofas, but he wasn’t about to push for more answers. Rich, purebloods were always preoccupied with reputation, he knew that very well.

You leaned against the cold, metal railing as you watched him digging through his bag for his notebook, “How long will this take you?”

His gaze met yours for a split second before going back to flipping through the yellowed pages, “It’ll take two or three hours. This is a pretty serious infestation and this building is a lot bigger than it seemed outside…” 

It was clear he had questions but it didn’t seem like he was going to ask. You figured you’d explain the situation to prevent any rumours to spread (though you doubted his words would actually reach any important ears), “This house was built before the ban on extension charms for houses. We have ministry approval to keep it that way.”

Remus smiled a little apologetically, finding the page he was looking for, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound accusatory. It really isn’t any of my business, so I wasn’t going to ask.”

His passiveness was mildly surprising but you brushed it off. It was nice not having to worry about him talking and clearly he needed the money, so you figured he'd stay quiet. You finally moved and sat at the table on the balcony as he began to read the most effective spells to get rid of the secretions and creatures.

It was fairly cold outside but you figured you should keep an eye on him. To entertain yourself for the next few hours, you figured you should write to your sister and friends back in France. You flicked your hawthorne wand, summoning your quill, paper and other supplies wordlessly.

The two of you worked on your separate tasks quietly, barely interacting for over an hour. You had lost interest in watching him as he cleaned the house out of the green menaces, using spells you had never heard off, and only headed back inside due to the charming British weather. Rain was always such a nuisance.

You carried your stack of letters with you as you walked back into the house. The smell, though still lingering, had mostly vanished from the house, which was a relief, “I'm going to be upstairs. I trust you won’t steal anything. Though I doubt he’d even be able to identify the actual valuable objects.”

The last part was mumbled under your breath but with the context, it was easy for the brunette to infer it was likely an insult. Remus watched you disappear to the third floor, “What?”

“Feel free to ask the house elves for help. They’re in the basement. They’ve been trying their best to deal with the acid,” with that, you shut your bedroom door, completely missing the man’s expression of disbelief and mild offense.

Another hour passed and Remus had done everything in his power to avoid you as he finished up the rest of the house. This would’ve worked wonders if he didn’t have to worry about getting rid of the last few bundimuns in the house, which conveniently were hidden behind the double doors leading to your room.

He sighed. He was never skilled in divination but something in his gut was telling that you were trouble, but he needed the money and he wasn’t about to half-ass his job because of some spoiled brat. So he knocked.

You opened the door and he immediately took note of your outfit change. You were no longer in your silk robe and pajamas, instead dressed in a simple but classy turtleneck and skirt, “I need to charm this room then I’m done…”

You hummed, letting him in as you walked back to your four poster bed, tying the stack of at least 15 letters together so that your owl could carry it. This gave Remus at least a few minutes of peace as he finished up, but it seemed you sensed he was about done as you spoke up, “You know, I know a potion maker in Saint-Brieuc, who is very skilled at Scar-Diminishing Serums.” 

“I beg your pardon?” his Welsh accent seemed deeper now that you’d upset him. The unprompted comment caught the man off guard and he scoffed, unable to believe anyone could be this insensitive.

“I’ve used them a few times and they work wonders. Great way to boost confidence and better your appearance,” you paused, sensing he was upset, much to your confusion, “Don’t get me wrong, you’re fairly handsome, but I think it would definitely hel–”

He suddenly got up after casting one last spell, “I’m done.”

His voice, though composed, made it obvious he was pissed. You hesitated slightly, trying to figure out what you did as you followed him down to the first floor, “No need to be so upset, I was just trying to give you advice.”

He interrupts, surprisingly calm for someone getting insulted every other line, “Well, I kindly reject it, thank you.”

He stopped in front of the front door, almost considering leaving without payment, not wanting anything from you. Before you could protest, he opened the door and your mother let out a yelp, not expecting to see the stranger.

“Oh! Remy, was it?” your father smiled, glad to see the exterminator.

“Remus.”

It finally occurred to you that you had never even introduced yourself or asked for his name.

“Right, right! You must’ve finished! Y/N, did you pay him yet? I left the galleons on the table in the office,” he kept rambling, walking past Remus and you to get the money. Your mother smiled nervously, looking at the man, who she had already predetermined as creepy and untrustworthy, and tried her best to maintain a polite demeanor.

Unfortunately for her, she did a terrible job and her expression visibly relaxed when your father came back to save her from the conversation, “Here’s the 10 Galleons we originally agreed upon, and I figured you could get an extra 5 for–”

“Actually the 10 will suffice,” Remus forced a smile. He wasn’t stupid. It was clear you and your family were hoping to buy his favor to avoid any bad mouthing, and he wasn’t going to do that. Hell, he didn’t even want to talk about you to anyone (not that he really had anyone left), but it was a matter of principle.

You parents were stumped. They had rarely, if ever, met someone so quick to deny their money, “Sir, we insist–”

Remus had stepped out, taking the 10 Galleons, cutting off your mother with a thigh smile, “Honestly, I’m good.”

Your father, in a desperate attempt to get some sort of upperhand spoke words that made your  jaw drop, “Well then, please consider joining us for our solstice party on the 21st.”

Your mother’s expression mirrored yours and you knew they would argue about this later. Remus’s eyes met yours and something awoke in him, a slight sense of amusement he hadn’t felt since Hogwarts. He looked back at your father, adjusting his old bag on his shoulder, and smiled slightly, “I’ll think about it.”

[sapphira-mydnyte]

♥ Fashion King Ominis ♥

Warning: Language & nothing more.

Summary: Ominis getting his revenge on his family in a way that was sensible earned him more than he ever bargained for, but for it, he traded nothing more than his own dark chains to their fate. He wanted to be the best at something, but standing at the top meant a lot to him for good reasons that his family hated the most.

Try as Tom Riddle might, he could NEVER compare to the style mile that his blond uncle walked. Even among the other pureblood families, he was the one that everyone tried to out-dress. From the Malfoys to the Blacks & even the rest of the Gaunts themselves, none ever took the crown from him when it came to fashion. His blindness didn't faze his sense of style either, but instead, enhanced it. What he couldn't see, he could feel & his wand showed him the rest in place of his failed eye sight. The Ministry held him to the highest standards of the magical world in terms of looking good & he took it in a full stride.

Ominis didn't need to be a dark wizard like his family, he needed his freedom & with the Sallows, he gained it. With them, his sense of fashion sharpened & the twins helped him every step of the way as they could. Anne, although sick, still put her best efforts into whatever he enjoyed wearing. Whether it was embroidery or simple stitching, she was happy in helping him. "For everything they've done to him, he is deserving of this chance! Ominis is, truthfully, far too pretty to be sitting at home. At least in this way, I can still help out, even if it's a little at a time." Sebastian was nobody's fool when it came to boots & coats either. He gave his all in this fight with his sister to get Ominis where he wanted to be & everything paid off in the end. Ominis won galleons in fashion shows & even dueling competitions alongside Sebastian as a teammate. "If my best friend is going to have his revenge in his way, then I'll make damn sure he looks as big of a badass as he needs to be. Nobody is taking Ominis down with us backing him... not even his own family."

Although he was still feared due to his family, Ominis was nice to everyone he had to be around, up until somebody said something disrespectful towards one of the ladies. He took up arms for the girls in the fashion shows that were having a hard time with any of the guys & they stayed by his side whenever he was around. The ladies found it funny when they were with Ominis as he broke the hearts of many men by having such a following of women. Jaws dropped, jealousy levels ran high & the other men stood no chance of winning a woman whenever Ominis was around.

Even the married men caught their wives looking at him! Unfortunately, for the married men, Ominis wasn't having their disrespect to their wives in what got said sometimes. He was cold & took no shit from any woman's husband when it came to how they got treated. "Disrespect her & I'll be the last thing you see! Learn to have some bloody damned manners & let her TRY to make you something nice like what I'm wearing! She deserves to try & I know she CAN do it, so stop being a jealous prick about her looking at me." With that line alone, he won the hearts of every female & kid & also shattered the heart of every grown man, married or not, in range. It wasn't often that Ominis raised his voice, but as the most sought after man in the fashion world, he made it clear that the women were to be respected since they took far longer to get ready for a social event than any man.

Of all the Gaunts, Ominis was more than an heir of Slytherin, he was the fashion king of their house & his legacy left quite a lasting impression upon the house. Although the house still held too much darkness within it, he inspired many to dress better at the least, but at best? Some within the house eventually did find that he was right all along about Salazar & dressed better for more than one reason. Eventually, style, manners & love flowed through the house, but it was a slow & painful process.

One lucky soul found one of the last portraits of this proud heir hidden away in a long forgotten shack for what seemed to be no reason. "No way! No bloody way! You're... you're one of the Gaunts." Ominis raised himself up with his long black cane, its silver shining in the sunlight that poured from the dusty windows as he turned towards the warm rays. He hadn't felt that warmth in so long that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like, but it felt good to him. The heat slowly sunk through his black coat, warming him for the first time in years, but at that moment in time... he was ageless... forever sealed in a picture frame. "That I am, although I hope you're not too frightened of me. I'm not as mean as the rest of my family." The young one's eyes finally found the name at the bottom & dusted it off, their jaw dropping as they read it out loud. "Oh my... you're not just any Gaunt. You're Ominis! The legendary fashion king of the entire house of Slytherin!" The blond let out a laugh, not expecting anybody to be so happy to find him.

"Who in their right mind gave me that title? I love it!" The young one that found him was astounded that he had a sense of humor & a fairly fun one at that. "My grandfather & he thinks its funny that his own father couldn't even match up to you." "Seriously? Who is he?" "You'd know the name since it's one of the 28 families. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy to be exact." Ominis turned to the one that had found him with a look of utter shock. "MALFOY?! Oh bloody hell, I was NOT expecting them to put one on me, but it's a far better title that the rest of my family. I'll have to give your grandfather my thanks for that one, and you are?" The young one couldn't have been more than maybe 21 to 23 if he had to take a guess. "Lola, Lola Malfoy, Draco's grand-daughter."

Happy anniversary to Hogwarts Legacy and thanks for creating who is my favorite character✨🐍

[phightingheadcanons]

SHARK 🦈 IS BACK BABY!!!!! Sorry for being gone! But uh there is so much that I have in headcanons I'm just going to name the character and a list of headcanons!

Sword:

He is part bird...but he had to grow his wings feathers and so much more. It was a very painful experience for him, and was shocked when his dad told him he has to go through this again in his teen years... but it will be less painful. [Like he was going through puberty and bird puberty at the same time heheh]

He is Autistic and was taught to ALLWAYS look someone in the eye when talking, because it is disrespectful...if you don't[His dad Taught him this.]

As a kid he would only eat like 4 foods because he didn't like how most of the food felt in his mouth. His dad didn't mind making the same 4 foods over and over again. He really didn't think much about it. It wa sa little annoying, when he didn't want to eat the food that wasn't the 4 foods he liked, but it's not much of a problem now.

Allways and I mean Allways looking out for his friends! To making sure they are getting enough sleep to making sure they are eating healthy, even drinking water... but Somtimes he really needs to take his own advice... on sleeping...

Sword is cubby, but very much strong. He doesn't mind the weight.

Gets up like at sunrise, and from there starts training. He will start his day getting something to eat [Most likely he will eat like a protein bar/ shake or a Smoothie/w some eggs] taking a shower and brushing his teeth. And then Getting dressed. And does some stretches then starts training.

Because his he part bird he Somtimes gets the urges to make like a nest or to pluck some of his feathers. To make sure he is in shape. He hummus alot... to himself finds it very claming.

He somtimes gets very embarrassed when he starts making any kind of bird noise. He thinks it's dumb that he can make it.

His Wings can give away some emotions. That he has. Like if he is embarrassed his wings near his face will try to cover his face. And his wings in the back will flap.

He has fourth wings two near his face [that doesn't really help him fly[ and two BIG ones on his back.

He doesn't have like a social media, and thinks if he did get one he would most likely get very addicted, and that would take time of his day and he could be using that time to train.

He was shocked that you can listen to music and train at the same time!? [Rocket was the one to show him this]

Rocket:

He is part Shark, and did NOT have to grow his fins.

He can't swim but if he could he would be so MUCH faster then anyone. [Because what ever Medkit put in those prostitutes it will like freeze up his body!?]

He grew up kind of poor, ans still is kind of poor. He is use to this, and makes do what he has with his dad.

Rocket will at times just cut out or not use any part of Moldy/Rotten food. Just to save money for him and his dad. Sword thinks it's CARZY he does this and feel like he will end up sick one day.

Rocket will train with Sword and at times put on music. He even gave Sword his first peace of technology. A Walkman that he used use.

Rocket likes biting people and did this alot as a kid. It helped him get out his anger. Only today he bites one person. That is Sword, because Sword doesn't mind that he needs to get his anger out of that way. He was given like a stress ball when he does get mad, but he been just biting it and not squeezing it.

Rocket likes his Shark teeth. He thinks he looks badass!

He can smell blood [because Most Sharks can] he doesn't mind the smell he just fi ds it odd that he smell it. But it has helped him in pass finding out his Sword or his dad got hurt.

Rocket knows how to cook, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. In fact he will just make himself like a cup of noodle, and call it day. Even if he just had one the day before.

He has more then one prosthetic, leg and arm. He made them and did not buy them. But the one he mostly uses was bought for him.

Rocket is very much a math gut and loves finding the solution to the problem. But the Subject he hated the most was ELA. Especially the essays....

When Rocket was out of playground he was afraid and scared. So he acted very mean to people, that tried coming close. But looking back he feels kinda bad for acting that way. He hasn't said anything about this, but he has a feeling. That he people that are now close with him, knows he meant no harm.

He likes the Stars and wants to see them all someday. He kinda has a better view of them now then in playgrounds, but there are some that can't be seen due to the light pollution.

Rocket at times sleeping over at Swords house will grab him just to keep warm. It happens every time he goes there. Sword doesn't mind, but he does have a tight grip.

Venomshank:

Venomshank didn't think Sword was Autistic he was just an odd kid. That wouldn't listen at times. But he also was very much happy to find out he wasn't a bad parent, and most of the things Sword did as a kid was because he had autism.

His and the other SFOTH make bets all the time. Venomshank though his kid aka Sword was gay. And most of them agreed only a few didn't see it. Sword has not idea they do this. But if he ever finds out... Let's just say his dad has lost before... exactly 20$...

Venomshank has gone ferrell before and it was with Sword. He felt so so bad after the fact this happened and was so proud of his son... he does have a scar from this. They both don't like talking about this... They will never be the same if they do talk about it.

Venomshank had to bring a list of things about Sword favorite food [the only food he will eat] and favorite toys. And was so scared to leave him with the other SFOTH. Because he felt like Sword would break down with out him.

Venomshank knew that Sword was part bird and tried to warn him about the painful process...Sword didn't understand at the time what he was talking about but now he does.

Venomshank taught Swodd how to fight and how to fly. At the time he was making him Practice everyday. But now he feels so bad because he felt if he went very hard on the kid...

Venomshank was very happy to hear that Sword has expanded the meals that he eats. But doesn't mind making him a good old PBJ at times.

Venomshank is still learning how to be the best dad for his son even though Sword is in his 20's [24 if you where Wondering]

Venomshank also likes the sunrise... and gets up at the same time as Sword.

Venomshank is very close to his bird, and loves hima dn his son to death. He at times will make his bird do puzzles. It's fun watching him.

Annnd that's all for today BYE BYE!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kaivenom]

PLEASEE do beckman's x f chubby reader headcanons (sfw and nsfw)

Benn Beckman dating a chubby!reader HCS

Warnings: a couple of mentions of sex.

A/N: since i already did a dating hcs, this would be about specific subjects related to the matter. ENJOY.

Masterlist

You felt intimidated at first, he is a really powerful and big man so how could he accept to even go on a date with you.

From his part, he was salivating for you, he couldn't keep his eyes away, he just wanted to spent the night with you.

He approached you on the bar and soon enough, his plans changed, he wanted to first ask you out on a date for the next day.

The date went well, he is a pirate so his manners are a little different from yours but he has some sort of attractive on that.

He tried to look at you "respectfully" but his eyes wandered a lot, that made you feel a little umconfortable at first.

"Why do you keep looking at everywhere but my face? i know i have more meat that other people but come on, it's rude."

"I didn't mean it to be rude, i just... youre too damn hot to not look at your body. But i really want to meet you cause you look like a nice person..."

You blushed, a lot, and he just laughed.

After that, you both spent the night together.

You thought that after that he would deny his words about knowing you but since he spent all night on the bed and cooked breakfast, there is still hope. Dating started soon after that.

Leaving aside the posible mobility problems due to being a civilian or in different crews.

He calls you at least once a day, if not it's cause he was near death and even in that case he apologizes.

If he calls you near midnight, you know that mostly he wants to have a steamy session.

When you are all clubbing together, you can feel insecure cause many women approach him and he has a reputation but soon enough he leaves them and goes to you.

"Why would i be with that women when i have the best piece of cake right here?"

And he kisses you passionately in front of everyone, he has no shame and really likes to show you off.

Even though he is a manwhore, once he starts dating you, he is really loyal, no other person can compare to you.

If someone is disrespectful with you cause of your looks or manners, expect a fight.

If you don't like violence, he would get to the strategy of comforting you with cuddles and reinforcement words

Once, you had to sit him down and ask him to please stop being so handsy on public cause could make people uncomfortable, especially you since he kept grabbing your ass and things like that.

He says that it doesn't matter cause he is a pirate and he can do those things but after a final deadly look from your part, he accepted to keep it with th usual "arm around shoulder" thing.

Speaking of grabing, with you he started to became a big fun of intimacy like pressing is body so close to you that he can feel all your nerves and pulsations, grabbing you to keep you in place while trying new positions...

The first time he tries to lift you up, you almost had a heart attack, but he is a really strong men so he did it without problem, but all the ride on his arms you felt really nervous.

Once in a while he tries it again but you fight back, so at the end you both just choose to make you sit on his lap, wich is personal seat for you.

[dotssu3]

my fallout dlc ranking

HONESTly, honest hearts is the worst dlc. while there were some aspects that i liked, the racist writing ruined the entire dlc for me. it felt lazy. no time or care went into researching indigenous communities in utah and the surrounding the states.

(too lazy to type this all out again)

joshua graham is compelling and he does carry the dlc, but that also contributes to one of its main problems: white saviorism. they had the opportunity to criticize, satirize, critique this trope, but they played right into instead. very disappointing.

far harbor, lonesome road, and dead money are my favorites, in that order, and dean, dima, and uylsses are my other favorite characters. i was very surprised to see that the fandom didn't like those characters very much, lol.

mothership zeta is good, but the gameplay is too monotonous. owb and dead money suffers from the same problem, but i felt like the story, the overarching themes, gameplay, environment, and characters make up for it.

anyways. Just rambling and talking out loud. honest hearts makes me mad if I think about it for too long because there is cool stuff in the dlc, but the main story bogs it down.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer cleared his throat and sat up straight. He is the king after all, so he's going to act like it.

Or try to.

Lucifer: Well... I feel like we didn't get off on the right foot-.

Adam smirked: Oh, I got off on the right foot, alright~.

The king stared at Adam. Did he... mean what Lucifer thinks he means? Surely not, that's highly inappropriate.

Lucifer: Uh... yeah. Okay. Look... I have a feeling you're not too keen on Lilith and I being king and queen-.

Adam shrugged: I just think it's a bit... you know... sad.

Lucifer: I- sad?! What do you mean by that?!

Adam smirked: Look at you getting all heated~. All I'm saying is that at these meetings, we like to vote on everything. Each ring's issues is everyone's issues, you know what I mean?

Lucifer nods.

Adam: We come to each other for advice and ideas and go from their. That's why we have the goetia. Their annoying as fuck, but they have brains. Which comes in handy.

Lucifer: And... why haven't I been invited to a meeting until now?

Adam: No one knows how to deal with sinners. Or some stuck-up couple that claims to rule over Hell when they haven't done jack shit~. And I mean that in the nicest way, of course.

Lucifer: ..."Stuck-up"?

Adam smirked: You're the sin of Pride, aren't you? So it fits that you'd think you're better than everyone else. Your wife has it down. My sympathies, by the way. She seems like a real bitch.

Lucifer growled: Do NOT speak about her like that.

Adam: Aw, cute. You're just pathetic! Adorable~.

Lucifer: Adam. I will not allow you to disrespect me-!

Adam: Calm down, shorty. I'm just having some fun! That's allowed, you know~.

Lucifer sighed. This guy was impossible. Leaning back in his seat, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. What did he hoped go gain from this? He had no idea.

Lucifer: Look. Can we start again?

Adam sighed: How many times are we going to start again? I'm getting bored, Lucifer. And you won't like me when I'm bored.

Lucifer: ...Is that a threat?

Adam: Ha! Fuck off. I don't make threats, like some. I value my time, and I'm real fucking picky on who I keep in my company. I've made shit choices on who I consider a friend or a lover. And I won't make that mistake again.

Lucifer: ...What do you mean?

Adam smirked: That's for me, and for you to mind your own business. Now, is there anything specific you want to talk about oooor...?

Lucifer: ...are you the first man...?

Adam: ...Excuse me?

Lucifer: Adam. The first man. You... I can't remember what he looks like... but... I can't help but feel like you're him.

The king could feel the air in the room change. Adam was glaring daggers at him. Even though Lucifer is the king, he feels slightly intimidated.

Adam: I'm not him. And don't insult me by comparing me to a fucking human. This meeting is over.

Lucifer watched as Adam stood and grabbed his belongs.

Lucifer: Adam- Wait. I didn't mean to... insult you.

Adam: No, I'm sure you didn't. Good luck with your role, Lucifer. And your wife. Keep me out of your thoughts, yeah?

The king watched as Adam stormed out, slamming the meeting room door.

Lucifer smirked. That was more confirmation than the king needed. Standing, Lucifer straightened his suit and snapped his fingers. Teleporting out the room.

The Sin of Lust

@beef-brisket

Adam knew deep down. He had his suspicions on what his wife was doing. Now he knew.

For the evidence was staring him right in the face a few yards away. There under the shade of the tree that held the forbidden fruit were Eve, Lucifer, and Lilith committing the act of carnal knowledge.

The past week Eve had been a bit distant. Always making excuses as to where she was and what she was doing. Deep down he had a feeling of who she was seeing.

She acted the same way Lilith had before she left.

Now Adam stared with dull eyes as Lucifer had his face and mouth on Eve’s vagina with the second woman moaning in pleasure. Lilith stood by and watched her lover take Eve as she bit her lips.

Her face held an expression he could not pronounce but knew what it was deep down. For a split second her amethyst gaze met his and she smirked. She had won.

She took his first time.

She took his angel.

and now she took Eve.

She had completely broken the first man.

In her mind that meant she won. But Adam wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of rubbing it in. Turning on his heels he left the women and Angel to their devices.

He was done. He was not going to stick around and be stuck in a marriage with someone who obviously doesn’t love him. He wasn’t going to let the angels make another wife only for her to fall for the charms of that snake.

In fact he wasn’t going to be fulfilling his duties as the future father of humanity. Or as the first man. Someone else can have it.

He wouldn’t live in a place where everywhere he turned he was reminded of betrayal. Even the spots that once held sweet memories soured.

Soon he had made it to his destination. After making sure the angels guarding the gates weren’t looking he crept towards the doors of Eden. Turning back one last time he said only one thing.

Adam: Goodbye.

With all his might he pushed the doors open and stepped out into the world before him. Unaware of the consequences that this act of defiance would have on his soul.

[amtrak12]

After a conversation with a friend about this weird trend of fic readers who only want epic length fics (and also what seems to be a massive misunderstanding between parties on terms and their definitions), I went searching for the fandom sources I cut my teeth on. I don't have much bookmarked from those days anymore, but googling got me to this fiction length/terminology breakdown from a Livejournal blog. (Which also has good fandom definitions for other terms like A/N and fanon too, so if you're super new to fandom, go check that out.)

The definitions come from the publishing world (hence the page counts), but fandom and fanfic has always borrowed heavily from official publishing terminology. Flash fiction (aka, anything less than 1k words) is called a 'ficlet' within fandom. We call everything else a fic until it reaches the novella mark -- which may start at 20k words but as synecdochic breaks down on their Dreamwidth blog, there's a lot of overlap between short stories and novella word counts. Because, when you're not constrained by physical page counts, the real dividing line between short stories and novellas are the number of plots and themes you're using. (Seriously, go read their meta on this topic. It's fantastic!) Either way, once you're hitting tens of thousands of words, you're in longfic territory. And then if your fic is even longer than that -- 100k+ like shown in the screenshot above -- it's called an epic fic.

And these terms, longfic and epic, are important because they're used to differentiate these stories from the average fic. Because, at least in the 2000s up until the 2020s, the most common fic lengths you ran into were between 1k-20k words. "Fic" made the reader assume only a few thousand words at most. It's only when you changed the term to drabble or ficlet or longfic that they would realize 'oh this is going to be shorter or longer than normal'.

I don't really understand why that baseline assumption has changed amongst the newer demographics (and maybe amongst some long-running fandom members too?). I've seen a lot of theories and 'tiktokification' complaints, but I honestly don't know what's true. And I don't want to start a fight or even try to change anyone's minds if they are dead set against reading short story length fics. You can do what you want!

Just maybe shift your attitude about it a little bit? Remember that it's a personal preference the same way tropes are, and that one story length isn't better than another. Just like tropes, each story length serves its purpose. Some stories are best told in 1-2k words. Some are best told as 100 word drabbles -- or even a single sentence! And then, yes, some stories do need to be 100k+ in order to be told properly.

But that's not every story. And it shouldn't be expected of fic writers to pad a 1500 word plot into some sprawling epic just because they left it on a cliffhanger. The cliffhanger is probably the point of that fic! Short stories are an entirely separate art form to novels and as such are able to cover different topics than novels can or cover the same topics differently. And that's what makes them special!!

And look at that word count breakdown by genre! That's mainstream publishing standards! Now, go back up there to the definition of a novel and notice that the average published novel is 80k words long.

Let me repeat that:

The average length of a published novel is 80,000 words long.

Could a novel go longer? Sure! And if you're dipping into adult sci-fi or fantasy, absolutely it will be longer! But does your fic need to be longer than the average novel in order to be good? In order for you to feel satisfied when you finish reading it? Why does the length of the fic matter more to you than the content?

idk just some rambling food for thought, but I guess too long, don't read:

~✨~ Every story length is valid ~✨~

It just depends on the plot you have and the structure you want to use to tell it.

[moghedien]

Shipping Cassandra and Leliana is so funny because I feel like the only people who actually do it have either only played Inquisition or don't think much past "Well they're the Left and Right Hands of the Divine" because you KNOW they only get along to the extent they do in Inquisition because they've never had an actual conversation because the second Leliana opened her mouth about her theology in front of Cassandra, they would have been trying to strangle each other

[leapinarmadillo]

dave chappelle "even if he did do it.......................... yknow what I mean?????? I mean it's MICHAEL JACKSON." is so real. no he didn't do it. obviously. but sometimes you hear his voice and it's like damn. iderc.

[ghostsandmirrors]

"Hey Buckster... Fun fact! I mean, maybe not fun, but I kinda like knowing where shit comes from. The bad luck of breaking a mirror came from wwaaaayyy back in the day when mirrors were extremely expensive. We're talkin' like kings and queens and knights kinda shit. If you broke one, it was 'bad luck' because they were worth so much and hard to get. If you had one and someone broke it? Oh their ass was GRASS. Eventually it just grew into a myth about it being unlucky.

"Hey its not like I know a lotta things. So when I ACTUALLY knew a thing, thought I'd share it."

"I got bad news, kid; it's probably older than that."

"Lotta superstitions are, what? A few thousand years old and mostly 'cause of religion? S'probably older than glass front mirrors."

[spacephrasing]

hello sorry if this is really long and tmi but besties i need some advice

[simptasia]

mum and i were almost not able to buy our house because a real estate lawyer heard us casually say i'm autistic and alarm bells went off in her head, because she believed that meant i wasn't mentally capable of understanding what i was signing up for

[britneyshakespeare]

i was hanging out today w a friend i hadn't seen in awhile and kaily and i were catching up on all the drama involving him (my controlling manipulative and abusive ex-friend) and how he keeps going out of his way to ask ppl about where we are and find us and how the only reason i think i get out of it is bc i don't go to the same college as him anymore, i hardly ever leave the house socially and the few ppl i do see all have no connection w him anymore, and i don't work at some place where he can just show up. i work in pre-k-to-12 public schools. my schedule in terms of days/location is irregular anyway, but if some strange adult man shows up for no particular reason and seeks out a female employee, you do not just get let in. that is how you have the cops called on you. but he does know where i live and i have been paranoid about him finding some excuse to show up at my house. i've had legitimate nightmares about that. i never stopped having nightmares about him i'd say at least once every other week and i haven't talked to him in almost six months.

i don't like at all how i don't feel safe in a way that means i have faith that the issue is over; the person is out of my life; our communication will not be renewed against my will once again. bc all of those things have been attempted. i feel safe in a way that means he happens, by circumstance, not to be able to access me in any convenient way to him. any way he could find me (the only way to feasibly do that would be work/home) would be a justification for calling the police. but i don't have any faith that he wouldn't try, because he has shown himself as being capable of being that low. and if i switch jobs or transfer schools finally and he finds out about it, he can just make it an issue there if he so feels like it, and i'm sure he will. he's a monster. he gets some sort of thrill out of making other ppl feel unsafe and having all the control in the situation

[bellarichie]

everyone talks about the cat distribution system with glamour and reciprocity but no one ever warns you about an annoying ass cat fixating on you without any reason whatsoever when you already have a cat who's perfectly fine. like ok i guess? i'll be your loving owner. begrudgingly.