#they'd look so pretty with some ink

[dreamyintersexouppy]

not enough tattoos i need to look like an art installation in all my full naked pics

[mrsshabana]

This request can go on the back burner, but an idea struck me with the force of a ton of bricks when I say your post about incel Gyutaro.

What about a little story where Gyutaro is trying to join a fraternity, to impress girls, and it's hazing time~ They make the pledges strip down to their boxers and wear blindfolds. The frat guys got a bunch of pretty girls together to write on their bodies with washable markers. Compliments or insults. The one with the most compliments from different girls joins tonight, and the one with the least has to walk home in his underwear. The others just get their clothes back and can stay at the party.

Reader is heartbroken by the amount of insults on Gyutaro's body with no compliments. So she puts on red lipstick and kisses all of his birthmarks! And writes in the lipstick. He's still losing, but he definitely won't mind as much anymore. Also, I feel like this is a mouthful if you don't wanna post my ask, itself, that's fine.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro thinks joining a fraternity will help him impress girls, but it results in him getting hazed and utterly humiliated. Though you end up making it all worth it. Maybe it did help him impress girls after all. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, smut, MDNI, incel Gyutaro, college au, angst, humiliation, hazing, vaginal sex, creampie, premature ejaculation ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.6k words. THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR. I KID YOU NOT - AS SOON AS I SAW THIS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY MOMENT SINCE. This ended up being some of my best writing, thank you so much for this request ♡

You've seen some crazy shit since you've joined a sorority but nothing quite like this. It's nothing new that the fraternity guys on Greek row like holding strange events and wild parties. But you never thought they'd invite you and some of your fellow sorority members over to haze some rookies.

A line of almost naked men stand before you, blindfolded and in nothing but their boxers. You and the other girls are tasked with writing comments about their appearance on their bodies with a marker. Compliments or insults, both are encouraged.

Most of them just look like your everyday frat boy, with lots of them having abs and large muscles. The only one that stands out is the guy at the end. You can already tell he doesn't belong in this crowd by how pale he is. Not spending the summer drinking beers at the lake and getting a nice tan? Who the hell is this guy? He looks like the type that stays inside all day playing video games and watching hentai.

And that's not all - his body stands out in many other ways as well. He's really skinny and his hip bones protrude in an unnatural way. Not to mention the large ink-like birthmarks that are scattered across his body.

However, even though he looks different, you don't have a negative impression of him. All you thought when you first saw him was, "Huh, that guy doesn't look like the kind of guy to join a frat."

As you go down the line you write nice comments on each man's body, not having the heart to write anything negative and possibly hurt someone's feelings. You always felt bad for the guys that get hazed so you could never bring yourself to make it worse for them. However, when you get to the skinny guy, you are utterly shocked by what you see.

Littered all over his body are mean and cruel insults. You felt sick to your stomach as you read them.

"Disgusting"

"Freak"

"Incel"

"Virgin"

One girl even wrote, "Ew, why are you even here?" while another wrote, "I rather die than sleep with you lol."

You understand that he has an unconventional appearance but it certainly does not warrant all of these hateful comments. It breaks your heart to see that not even a single girl has said something nice about him.

You can't even imagine the amount of courage it must have taken him to stand up here like this. Only to get shot down and made fun of? You won't stand for it.

He flinches as he feels your delicate, manicured hands touch his chest. Then he feels something creamy and soft glide along his body, it feels different from the markers he's felt so far.

You decide to write some nice comments in your favorite red lipstick.

"So hot!"

"Cutie ;)"

But you feel like it isn't enough so you put a layer of the vibrant shade on your lips, then begin to kiss the birthmarks on his body.

His breath hitches and his face turns red when he feels you kiss him. Starting with his cheek and going all the way down to the mark on his hip. Everyone stares at you with confused faces as they watch you adore the "ugliest" guy in the lineup. But honestly, you don't care, you think he's hot as hell.

However, you feel like it's not enough so you write, "CALL ME!" in large letters on his chest followed by your phone number.

As all of the girls finish up leaving their comments for the guys, they are finally allowed to take off their blindfolds and read the messages on their bodies.

When he removes his blindfold you can't help but smile seeing how cute he is, and not to mention those beautiful blue eyes.

The self-proclaimed leader of the hazing committee, Tengen Uzui, reads the comments out loud.

Of course, the insults on Gyutaro's body sting. Especially since they are so harsh and he received a lot more than everyone else. But the bright red compliments are what's keeping him afloat. Almost making him not give a fuck about what any of the other girls had to say. Of course, there is a part of him that thinks this could be a cruel trick to get his hopes up. But honestly, after going so many years without a girl even looking in his direction, he can't help but get excited. After all, this is the first time he's ever gotten a girl's phone number.

He looks around the room, trying to see who the culprit could be. There are a few girls wearing red lipstick so he's not entirely sure who it could be.

"Looks like you'll be walking home, Gyutaro!" Tengen announced loudly, "And I'll be keeping these!" He laughs as he snatches Gyutaro's clothes - forcing him to walk home shamefully in nothing but his boxers.

He feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him as everyone stares and laughs. Just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, he nods and walks towards the door.

"Wait!" You shout as you run towards him, taking off your shirt and jeans. Once you're down to your bra and panties you say, "Let's go together."

His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, his face as red as a tomato. The party goes completely silent, the girls stare at you with confusion and a hint of disgust. While the guys stare at Gyutaro with envy, wishing that they were in his place.

"Well, come on," you say, breaking the silence.

Gyutaro gives you a shaky nod and opens the door for you, following you out.

Once outside the frat house, he really doesn't know what to say, at a complete loss for words. A half-naked girl is walking home with him right now, and not just any girl, you're a solid ten.

His perverted self may be too focused on your appearance right now, but a part of him does recognize how nice it was of you to do that for him so he didn't feel so embarrassed. You literally took off your clothes so you could endure his hazing punishment with him. No one's ever been so kind to him before - especially not a woman.

He keeps looking at your tits, trying not to be obvious about it but he can't help himself. He loves boobs!! He always has and he's never been so close to them before. Honestly, it's a miracle he isn't sporting a massive hard-on right now. The cold breeze hitting his exposed skin is the only thing keeping it at bay.

"Um... thanks," he rasps quietly, barely mustering the courage to speak to you at all, "What's your name?"

"Oh, my name's Y/N. And don't mention it," you smile, "No one deserves to be treated that way."

"... so you did it out of pity?" he frowns.

"Not at all! I-I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"Well... I think you're really cute. Nerdy shy guys like you have always been my type," you express your feelings with a hint of embarrassment, "And just because you don't look like the other guys doesn't mean that warrants bullying."

Gyutaro blushes deeply, too shy and flattered to respond. So you continue.

"Don't join the frat, Gyutaro. You won't be happy there, they'll just make you an outcast because you're different. I really hope you change your mind about it." You hope your words won't offend him, but it's the honest truth. A guy like him doesn't belong in a frat and deep down he knows that.

Gyutaro hates everyone in that frat, he finds them annoying and idiotic. He only wanted to join in the first place because he's so desperate to get laid and he knows those types of guys pull chicks left and right.

"Alright, I won't join. But only if you have sex with me," he states with a confidence he hasn't had all night.

"Wh-what?!" You gasp, almost certain you must not have heard him correctly.

"I only wanted to join that stupid fraternity to get laid. You're the first girl that's ever been interested in me. So if you sleep with me then I'll know I can get laid without needing the frat."

At a loss for words, you stare at him with wide eyes as the two of you stand outside of his dorm building.

You're no saint, so sex isn't something you aren't used to. But you also wouldn't consider yourself the type to sleep with a guy you barely know either. This is still weird for you. But is it too weird for you?

Obviously not because you feel butterflies form in your stomach and a moistness develop in your panties as you think about it. He is really cute, and he does have a point. If you sleep with him maybe it will boost his confidence. And who knows, maybe after tonight you could get closer to him. Being a virgin and all, he doesn't seem like the type to just dip and skip.

"Ok, you have a deal," you smile shyly and take his hand, "This is your dorm building right?"

His jaw drops, not expecting you to have agreed. "Y-Yeah," he stutters.

"Let's hurry before anyone catches us!" Dragging him inside, the two of you sneak up to his room without being noticed.

Once inside you get clear confirmation that Gyutaro is the exact kind of guy you thought he was. Clothes and empty energy drink cans were strewn about his room. The air smells like a mix of body odor and G Fuel. On his desk is a nice looking PC gaming setup. Equip with neon lights and an RTX 3090. And you aren't surprised to see a bottle of lotion on his desk. And beside it is an nsfw figurine of some anime character that looks vaguely similar to you. Maybe you are his type after all.

Gyutaro doesn't bother cleaning up or even apologizing for the mess, it's like he doesn't even care. He just turns on some colored lights and sits on the bed. Now that he's out of the cold and inside the comfort of his own dorm, you can see his erection quickly growing under his boxers.

"Well? Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out now," he scowls.

"No! I'm not chickening out! I'm actually really excited..." you sit beside him and caress his thigh.

Immediately you can see his member twitch beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He had this nonchalant act going on, but now it's crumbling down and he's a complete mess.

"C-Can I touch them?" he mutters as he stares down at your chest.

"Sure, let me help you," you say as you unhook your bra and throw it to the side. His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from drooling.

Like instinct, his hands go to your breasts and he starts feeling and playing with them. It's obvious he's never done this before because his hands are shaky and he's handling them roughly. But he's just so excited!

"Woah," he says in awe, "These are awesome..."

Even though he's a bit rough and inexperienced, it still feels good. The way his bony fingers squeeze and prod, along with how he runs his fingers over your nipples with curiosity.

"Gyutaro..." you whisper as you caress his cheek and pull him closer, "Come here." Pulling him into a heated kiss, it's obvious he doesn't know what to do. But you try your best to guide him.

He whimpers into the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth. He tries to reciprocate but he's quite sloppy.

Despite that, it still sends him to cloud nine. Not only is this his first kiss but he also gets to touch tits at the same time. It's so overwhelming for him that he feels like he's already going to cum.

Hastily shoving his hand down his boxers, he grabs the base of his cock and squeezes tightly - desperately trying to stop himself from cumming. He pulls away from the kiss and says, "T-Take off your panties, I-I wanna fuck you already."

With a devious smirk, you spread your legs as you remove your panties, showing him how wet you are. Gyutaro gulps, staring at you like a starving animal.

"I'm ready for you, Gyu," you coo as you lay on your back, completely submitting to him.

"Wait um... can we try doggy style?"

You're kind of surprised by his request but you don't mind so you flip over and get on your hands and knees.

Gyutaro would actually love to watch your face contort as he fucks you, but he chose doggy style because he doesn't want you to see him while he does it. Even after everything you've said to him his insecurities are still there. And a part of him fears that if you see his dick then you'll change your mind about this. He's not the biggest, but he definitely isn't small either. The size is actually really nice, but he's so insecure that he can't see that. But the worst part is the birthmarks, he feels like his dick looks like he has some type of venereal disease even though he doesn't. So he figures it'd be best if you just didn't see it at all.

Once you're in the doggy position he feels comfortable enough to pull down his boxers. You feel the sticky, leaking tip nudge against you as he positions himself.

His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to find the right spot, his inexperience showing.

"Here, let me help you," you say in a sweet tone as to not upset him or sound judgmental. Though he's still a bit embarrassed anyway.

Reaching between your legs, you grasp his shaft and gently guide him inside of you. Once he's an inch or two inside, he gets too excited and fully thrusts forward. Jolting his needy cock into your gummy walls. You yelp in response while Gyutaro moans loudly.

"F-Fuck... ngh Y/N, you feel so goddamn good," he groans in pleasure as he tightens his grasp on your hips.

After a moment of stillness, he starts thrusting when he feels like he won't cum immediately. But it's not long before that sensation comes back.

Only after a few thrusts, do you feel a warmth spread inside of you as you feel Gyutaro's thighs begin to shake.

"Did you- did you cum?" Surprised, you look back at him to see the blissful expression on his face.

But your words quickly snap him out of it, "Shit... m'sorry," he pants, obviously feeling ashamed and embarrassed, "I-I didn't mean to cum so fast."

He quickly shoves his dick back in his boxers, trying to hide his shame as he hangs his head and refuses to look you in the eye. The only chance he got to have sex, he ruined it by cumming too fast like the incel that everyone says he is. He looks down at the writing on his body, starting to feel like all of those insults from earlier are justified.

Seeing the shift in his mood, you quickly put your panties back on and hug him. "Hey it's ok, it was your first time. That just means we'll have to do it more so you can get used to it."

"R-Really? You don't think I'm pathetic...?" he whimpers in disbelief.

"Of course not, I still had a lot of fun," you smile and kiss his cheek, "Maybe I can stay the night and we can try again in the morning."

"I'd fucking love that."

[llamagoddessofficial]

Nightmare being so restrained AND a closeted romantic immediately gave me the image of him journaling about you. The journal would be somewhat of a legend/myth among the murder time trio (Killer vehemently insists that he caught a glimpse of Nightmare writing by the fire. Dust thinks he's full of shit) but if someone were to look in it they'd find some very detailed writings of your features, behaviors, thoughts about you... maybe some very literal prose. And if he found that person looking in it there would be no evidence that they (or the journal) ever existed

My Nightmare is, deep down, quite artistic. Whilst Dream has an eye for poetry and the written word, Nightmare has always been fond of form and colour. In another life, unburdened by powers and hatred, I imagine he would've lived a quiet and contented life as a locally successful painter.

Alas... this is not that life. He keeps his passions hidden, even from you. So his journal remains locked away in his room.

His journal is a little black leather-bound book, with uneven pages, so thick it needs a ribbon to remain closed.

It's messy. 90% sketches, most unfinished. Some are lit up with watercolours and some aren't. He sketches everything - landscapes, the interior of his castle, his henchmen, his enemies, memories from his childhood. There's one attempted drawing of what he used to look like before being corrupted, but he's covered that one in so much ink it's impossible to even tell what was underneath.

He's good at drawing. I mean really good. Hundreds of years of practise shows. He writes around the drawings, filling pretty much any gap on the paper, and he has excellent handwriting.

It's the only place where he's utterly honest with himself. He talks about his real feelings, his frustrations and desires... his biggest regrets. He bears his Soul, in that little book, because there's nowhere else he can. Not yet.

Just by reading it, you can tell when he meets you. And when he falls for you. It starts out small - just a profile sketch, a 3/4 view of your head from memory, the usual. But then it just continues. Another 3/4 view, more detailed this time. A closeup of your face. There's more you than words on the page. A day when he was clearly fixated on your neck and shoulders because there's three studies in a row. A whole double spread dedicated to a watercolour of you napping by an evening window.

He reminisces for pages about the lives he would've had with you if things had gone differently. A home? A garden? Children? Would he ever have made a good father?

He also talks in great detail about the strength of his feelings for you, and how he isn't even sure what to do with himself anymore.

No one knows about the journal.

... Except Killer.

Killer saw Nightmare writing in it, once, and decided to go snooping through Nightmare's room while he was out. He found the locked box, and the journal.

He took one look at what was inside - and then closed it again and got the fuck out of there. He still acts like he's searching for it because he knows the severity of what he came across. He will never EVER admit he saw it.

[the-twst-cast-needs-therapy]

Honestly, I think it's unfortunate that the Octavinille trio does not have more animalistic features. I get that they drink potions to have human features, but I'd like to believe that they keep more than just the teeth. Savannahclaw and Diasmonia have cool animal eyes, why can't Octavinille have them as well?

I am also a big fan of making the Tweels look a lot more terrifying in their merman forms. I need these mfs to look like they're chomping on shipwrecked humans like a 5 course meal. I need them to be creechur.

Anyways, slight redesigns for the Octavinille trio:

A design breakdown:

Azul:

-Pointy ears: I honestly don't know why, but I felt like giving him some! I also think his chibi sprite has them, which still confuses me.

-Octopus pupils: If other dorms can have cool animal eyes, so can Octavinille!

-Skin: the skin around his cheeks is a soft yellow and has a kind of ring pattern, that can be found on some octopus species. I thought it would add some flair. On top of that, his hands and feet also have some darker colouring to reference his octopus form.

-his octopus form is close to the cannon one, but I thought colouring his hair tips to resemble a pen dipped in ink would be a nice detail (as well as adding the iconic shell necklace)

Tweels:

-i love love love their fin ears, there definitely keeping them as humans. They're a little bigger in their mer forms (one of Floyds ears got bitten off during an altercation with a stranger), their ears are transparent

-a lot of their cannon mer form elements, such as the markings on the face and their blue hue have been kept for their human design. I think their mer forms are pretty, but as stated previously, some animalistic features would have been nice. I love the idea of the tweels looking more terrifying in ther human forms and being even scarier in their mer forms. I changed their eyes to look more animalistic in their mer forms. I definitely wanted to keep the heterochromia and had to depart from the usual Moray design for eyes.

-their teeth are sharp, but I think they're even more defined in their mer-forms. I think their jaws also open quite wide in their mer-forms

-contrary to the cannon, I don't think the Tweels would be super fit in their mer forms. I'd imagine them to be quite lanky and bony (to up that horror factor)

-im a really big fan of them having webbed hands! I think they'd have them (to a reduced degree) in their human form too!

[hawkinsbnbg]

pro players (game over)

prompt: time | word count: 485 | rated: M | tags: modern era, established steddie, rockstar Eddie, succubus Steve | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

The first time Eddie met Steve Harrington, he was hooked instantly. Not because the man was breathtakingly beautiful, not because the man didn't recognize him, but because when Eddie offered a night of fun and pleasure, those lush lips had curled up playfully.

“Here's some advice. Try not to fall for me, Rockstar.”

Eddie had snorted like it was the most outdated joke ever.

Anyone who knew him would also know that he was no boyfriend material, let alone a lover. He changed partners like clothes. His attention was fleeting and his interest was even worse.

There was no way he’d lose his heart to anyone. Including this Adonis of a man.

Because after all, Eddie Munson was a heartless bastard.

“Fuuuuck,” Eddie threw his head back, thankful that he was already sitting because his legs had gone jellos the second Steve wrapped those sinful lips around him.

The concert was gonna start in about thirty minutes, but Eddie still unbuckled his jeans as soon as he heard his husband’s stomach growling.

And now, he couldn't care less if Steve sucked him dry and they’d have to book home before he could perform. He was sure the band would understand.

A powerful orgasm cut off Eddie’s babbled praises for his boy. His muscles locked up as he rolled his eyes back and shot down that greedy throat, spasming while Steve licked him clean through the aftershocks.

For a moment, he just sat there—dazed and lovesick—watching Steve tuck him away before moving up to straddle his lap.

“Wish I could show the world how gorgeous you are, pretty baby,” he murmured between the kisses, stroking the tail coiling around his arm and those cute little wings.

Steve’s giggle was music to his ears.

“And what? Let them find out their rockstar has married a succubus?”

Eddie grinned, squeezing the succulent cheeks with his hands.

“They’d be so jealous of me.”

“Yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes, always such a brat. “They'd set me on fire before you can even pull your dick out.”

“At least, you’d die with your most favorite possession.”

“Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Munson.”

“Oh darlin’, I slept like a baby last night thanks to your peachy ass.”

Eddie cackled when Steve slapped his chest half-heartedly.

They were interrupted by the knocks on the door and Gateth’s muffled voice—telling them to “Hurry the fuck up, lovebirds!”

Eddie called out his confirmation before looking back at Steve who’d turned back to his human form.

“Good luck,” Steve pecked his lips softly then stood up, smiling sweetly as he lifted the hem of his sweater to show that tattoo and a hint of red laces. “Be home soon, Daddy.”

Eddie groaned, knowing the inks looked normal now but would glow pink once Steve was truly full.

And he sure as hell was gonna break his dick to make it happen again tonight.

[oakskull]

I wanna see your pony moshang 🥺🤲

ask and you shall receive!!

my drawings do come with worldbuilding rambling, terribly sorry (not sorry at all)

Side note: "windigos" are creatures in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (FiM) and I am using them here, but I am changing the name to frost spirits and changing some of their behavior, they look the same.

Design Notes:

SQH has ink stains on his mouth because non magic users write like that. He was a unicorn pre-transmigration and mourns his loss of unicorn magic and technology regularly. The world he transmigrated from is like the far future of FiM, with modern technology and the internet. (not the latest gen, I honestly remember jackshit about the lore in that movie...)

I've seen Earth pony SQH and I get the appeal. But here me out: Pony maigu ridge needs Qinghua to fly! And he's literally a flight risk!

His cutie mark is a brush and a paper airplane, because its his pen name (get it?). PIDW (mlp ver) has a level of technology more similar to SVSSS, but instead of flying swords there's trains. Im taking away xianxia flying swords and giving you trains. Ponies on swords just look too silly! they'd be unstable! (not that this whole AU isnt very silly >w<)

The Northern Kingdom in this au would be the Crystal Empire equivalent, except there is no crystal heart. The Northern desert is kept in a perpetual blizzard by the frost spirits (there is a barrier against storms around the capital created by the northern kings, redone as part of the ascension ritual but otherwise free standing) Instead of love and light protecting the kingdom, the crystal ponies use the power of incredible violence to keep the umbrums at bay.

Additionally, the crystal ponies of PIDW (mlp ver) are physically stronger, have higher base levels of magic, and are generally more cold resistant, due to living near the frost spirits for so long. They are still flesh creatures; the crystal skin is more of a replacement for their coat rather than the skin itself. Crystal ponies are also hypercarnivores, whilst regular ponies are omnivores (this isn't FiM also the horses are magic. they have basically human diets)

I also couldn't decide on a coat color for MBJ so there's two versions. I'm leaning towards the white fur for contrast reasons. And yes, I Did forget to render the crystal part of crystal pony on MBJ, thank you for noticing (lmao)

MBJ's cutiemark is the flag for the crystal empire, because he's part crystal pony, he still has a cutiemark, but all direct descendants have the same cutie mark after they absorb their ancestors power. Before this, they do not have cutiemarks, and gaining a different cutiemark means the frost spirits didn't acknowledge them as a potential decendant, and they can no longer become king.

Pre-Asension Mobei-Jun:

In PIDW (mlp ver) MBJ is a crystal pony decendant of the frost spirits which keep the Northern Desert perpetually cold. They gave the first northern king their power in the war against the umbrums (the things that made King Sombra in FiM). There's no friendship fire to chase away the frost spirits because this is PIDW (mlp ver) it's a stallion novel (pun intended); Instead, the frost spirits are sated by the constant war. There was an umbrum unicorn created to infiltrate the Crystal Empire like in FiM but they just became a regular pony instead of trying to take over and basically just created a new clan of ponies with shadow powers. MBJ's mother was part of this clan, and the abyssal shadow pony ancestry cobined with his frost spirit ancenstry gives him the ability to shadow step/ teleport through the shadows.

MBJ didn't get his pretty hair until he absorbed his ansestors power, which works similar to SVSSS canon. The previous northern kings die and pass on their power to the next generation because they are technically still frost spirits, and not really alive in the same way that regular ponies are.

SQH in an MLP style coat:

Ponies in FiM don't really... wear pants, even when it's cold. In Airplane's world they definately wore pants, and SQH will never go back (like the opposite of SVSSS LOL). In PIDW (mlp ver) ponies don't wear pants for bad porn reasons, Airplane justifies this by pulling the history card (peerless cucumber is not impressed)

Also! you can see SQH's mane better because its profile view, he's not a crystal pony, but he wheres the crystal pony hair bands as an homage to a bun without me actually having to give him one. Because ponies have ears on their head it always feels to me that a bun takes up too much visual space, thus, fancy hair bands.

Moshang flirting:

SQH can dish out flattery all day but he absolutely does Not know what to do when MBJ returns the favour (lol)

Alicorn Shang Qinghua:

In PIDW (mlp ver) I like to imagine that Airplane cut out alicorns because acending through nice things like friendship and love did not fit the vibe. Alicorns were instead like, the old gods who controled elemental stuff, like Celestia and Luna (renamed in PIDW (mlp ver)). Ponies don't control the weather or sun and moon and have less inate magic (earth pony magic, pegasus magic, and unicorn magic), instead, all the alicorns dispersed into spiritual energy that controls the elements and weather and stuff. Ponies cultivate this spiritual energy to gain a golden core of their inate energy, and eventually immortality, but they don't get the trappings of an alicorn.

So, like there aren't really any gods in SVSSS, there aren't any (living) alicorns in PIDW (mlp ver) they're more like myths than anything, and reside in the heavenly realm. I won't be getting into this AUs binghe/ heavenly demon equivalent because this is a moshang post, but Heavenly Demons are changling royalty, which have their FiM powerset on steroids and are sort of corrupted alicorns.

So alicorn SQH is bascially this AUs equivalent of God!SQH. It's not nessisarily canon to the AU but this mostly exists for me and I really like God!SQH so it basically is. Schrödinger's canon.

("Small Matters" style is a reference to the series by Coffeetailor on Ao3)

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Modern au

Lambert takes his niece to get her ears pierced for her birthday and oh no, the new guy at the studio is ridiculously hot!!

"You still sure about this, kid?" Lambert asked as the two of them rounded the corner onto the next street, Ciri took a break from demolishing her purple frosted doughnut to give him an excited nod. It was the answer he'd been expecting but it still didn't hurt to check. Ciri had expressed interest in getting her ears pierced a few months prior and the agreement she'd reached with her father was that if it was something she still wanted by the time her birthday came around and it wasn't just a passing whim then she had his permission. That day had finally arrived and Lambert had volunteered to make the arrangements and take her to his usual guy, fully convinced that Geralt would just end up wandering into the nearest Claire's otherwise - having no personal experience, the man had proven himself to be clueless when it came to researching reputable places.

He felt Ciri press a little closer to him and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He didn't blame her, they weren't exactly in the most respectable part of town anymore - he was pretty sure the rats would try to mug you if they were capable - and if any of Ciri's three parental figures were with them (Jaskier was definitely in the realms of honorary parent at this point, whatever the situation was with him, Geralt and Yenn) they'd probably be making them turn around and head back. They weren't though; and Lambert had been using this place for the last seven years, since he was eighteen and making questionable choices just to push Vesemir's buttons.

There'd been some new graffiti added to the red brick of the outside of the studio since the last time Lambert had visited - not that it'd stay there very long before one of the inhabitants covered it with work of their own. Years of this has led to a good portion of 'Dyn Marv tattoos and piercings' being covered in a mish-mash of traditional tattoo designs, psychedelic swirls, detailed wolves and tigers and a relatively fresh looking comic style UFO by one of the top windows.

Lambert's brow furrowed a little in confusion at the noise that greeted them as they entered. There was music playing - nothing unusual in that, there was always music playing on a low volume but this wasn't Cedric's usual heavy metal or Schrödinger's classic rock or even Axel's K-Pop. It sounded almost like folk rock if Lambert had to guess, unfamiliar but not unpleasant.

The figure behind the counter was also unfamiliar as they stood with their back to them, fairly tall and dark skinned with black curls tied back with a strip of blue cloth, a sleeveless white tank showing off muscular arms. Lambert cleared his throat awkwardly to catch their attention, then felt his throat dry up instantly when they turned at the noise. Oh no.

He was fucking gorgeous. A few loose curls framed a high cheek-boned face, full lips framed by labret and septum piercings pulled up into a wide smile which in turn caused khol rimmed, emerald eyes to crinkle at the corners. A silver chain disappeared into the low neck of his tank top which also offered a glimpse of toned chest, the edges of black ink barely visible.

"Hi there, can I help you?" He asked and oh god, even his voice was hot.

"You're not Cedric." Lambert immediately wanted to go drown himself in the customer bathroom.

"He left me in charge while he had to run out. Something about moving apartments and Schro getting stuck in a box again..." He finished with a shrug, "I'm Aiden."

Lambert felt something click in his brain, "Cedric's brother right? He's mentioned you a couple of times."

"Whatever he's told you, it's all lies." Aiden said with a wink, leaning on the counter and resting his chin on his hand - the back of said hand Lambert noted, sported a tattoo of a realistic snarling, green eyed black cat.

"So anything I can help with today or would you rather hang out and wait for Cedric, although I couldn't tell you how long he'll be."

"Depends. How are you with kids and piercings?" He knew Dragonfly only dealt with tattoos whilst Joel specialised in the more 'adult' piercings and didn't tend to take clients under twenty one. Lambert gestured to Ciri who had wandered away from him to browse over the display of various spiked cuffs and brightly coloured necklaces for sale.

"I've experience with both. I did my apprenticeship and got my qualifications under Cedric and Axel and have many niblings and foster siblings, as you probably already know if you know Cedric."

Lambert nodded. Cedric and the others ran a tight ship, they wouldn't allow Aiden to work here if he didn't meet their standards, "Ciri." He called, dragging the girls attention from a plastic unicorn necklace she'd been eyeing up "This is Aiden, he's going to do your piercings, ok?"

Ciri scrutinized him for a couple of seconds before giving a nod. Aiden grinned back.

"And what are we going for today. Nose, belly button? No don't tell me... eyebrow!"

Ciri giggled, "My daddy said I can get my ears pierced for my birthday."

"Oh really?" He threw a quick look at Lambert and something in his expression closed off, "Well let's get some studs picked out and then we'll get you all comfy and set up."

"Can I use the bathroom first, please?"

"Just through there, sweetie." Aiden said, gesturing to the lime green door behind her before placing one of the standard forms in front of Lambert, "We'll do the boring paperwork in the meantime."

"I'm not daddy by the way." Lambert blurted out after a couple of minutes spent in awkward silence.

"Huh?"

"I'm her uncle." He held the form out for the other whilst trying his damned hardest not to stare at those lips.

"Well," Aiden deliberately brushed his fingers against Lambert's as he went to take it, voice pitched lower as his eyes slowly looked Lambert up and down, "If you ever want to be someone's Daddy, I wouldn't be opposed."

Before Lambert could even think of a response to that Ciri returned and Aiden was back to being professional, yelling for Dragonfly to come watch the front before showing his newest client all of the different earrings she could choose from and having a serious discussion about red Vs. blue as if he hadn't just made Lambert's brain short circuit. Dragonfly chimed in with her opinion every now and then too whilst throwing a smirk at Lambert which left him wondering how much of that exchange the petite, heavily tattooed blonde might have heard.

Lambert was ready to leave at a moments notice as Ciri glanced around Aiden's workspace, sitting stiffly and looking far too small in the leather chair.

"Ok Ciri, we're all ready to go." Aiden settled on a stool next to her, angling himself so the tray bearing the bright pink studs (and more importantly, the needle) was out of Ciri's eyeline, "Now, you look a teeny bit nervous there so would you like me to explain everything to you or just shut up and get on with it?"

"Could you tell me please? I don't like not knowing what's happening."

Ten minutes later, after having Aiden show her everything he was going to be using and answering all her questions, a much calmer Ciri was staring at the far wall trying to count all of the band stickers which had been put there and added to over the years, with Lambert sat on the now vacated stool by her feet "Feel free to swear kid. We won't say anything if you don't."

"Absolutely." Aiden agreed, "Ok. And 3...2...1"

"BUTTS!"

Lambert rolled his eyes heavenwards whilst Aiden looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.

"Well, I can honestly say I've never had anyone scream 'butts' in my face before now. You got a poop to go with it? 3...2...1"

"POOP!"

"I need to be having a word with her dad if she thinks butts is a swear." Lambert muttered as he paid, Ciri back to hanging around the jewellery display and proudly showing off her new piercings to Dragonfly.

"Oh come on. It was pretty hilarious." Aiden chuckled somewhat awkwardly, "Hey, I'm sorry if I came on a little too strong earlier by the way. Sometimes my mouth shoots off before my brain kicks in."

Lambert made sure Ciri was suitably distracted before leaning in closer, "It's not your mouth I want to make shoot off."

The hitched breath he got in response was incredibly satisfying.

"Uncle Lambert, look what Dragonfly gave me!" Ciri yelled, breaking the moment and holding up the unicorn necklace from earlier.

"For the birthday girl." Dragonfly looked a little too smug and Lambert was going to figure out a way to get revenge.

"Well then...if there's nothing else I can help with today...?"

"Actually-"

Vesemir sighed, shaking his head in defeat as he caught sight of Lambert, "Please tell me taking Ciri wasn't just a cover for that. What on earth were you thinking?"

Lambert merely waggled his eyebrows in response, the new gold bar in the left catching the light as he did. Right now he was thinking getting an impulsive piercing to give the pretty guy a reason to touch him wasn't the dumbest thing he'd ever done by a longshot. Especially when said pretty guy gave him his private number afterwards "Incase you have any problems with aftercare."

He smirked as he fished out his phone, firing off a message to Aiden inviting him to find out sometime exactly how seriously he took aftercare.

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Ahkjsblsb my brain tricked me!!! D: I could have swore I typed out a whole thing... I hope I didn't send that to somebody else by accident lol

Anyway!! Lemme see if I can remember it all

Okay so, since Enoch is (I'm assuming) made of part Error and part Nightmare, does this mean he has some elements of both? The way he crashes similar to Error and can use the blue strings, does he have some kind of relationship with negative and/or positive energy too? :o

How does he feel about physical touch and does it affect his occasional glitches and crashes? When you say he retained some of Error's memories, do you mean memories of his original life before the huge glitching or does have any memories of things Error did in his current state?

Do you think he would ever end up in the omega timeline or would it not interest him? Or would they possibly hesitate to let him in if he has the power to destroy code like Error? ACTUALLY WAIT would Ink know? Like if Ink saw him would he know what happened and who made up the parts of him?? Would Dream have any sort of recognition of him?

(You said after he destroys the au he would end up with either Dream or Nightmare and I wanna ask about that soooo bad but also maybe that's spoilers for the future or you're still planning it so I'll be restrained and won't, but just know I am very patiently vibrating with excitement to hear more about this guy in the future c: )

(Okay I think that was everything, but if I remember more I'll be back :3c) (Unless I dream it again lol)

Hehe SO this is gonna be a long one.

1) Enoch isn't really made from parts of Nightmare and Error. Error lost his arm during the battle and that's what Enoch came from. (Also why Enoch has one arm that looks like Error's cause he literally grew from that.) So he's more of a part of Error that was severed by Nightmare's action. I guess maybe some of his intent could come through but Enoch doesn't have any empathic abilities or any relation to emotion magic. Maybe some of Nightmare's personality shines through but I'd have to figure out what.

2) He's similar to Error in terms of touch (maybe worse), he's never really been touched by anyone ever (in his five years of existence) so it's mostly because of that, more than any relation to Error. He would find physical contact very jarring. I do think he would glitch out pretty badly if he was touched.

3) the reason Enoch doesn't remember his life before the glitch is because he didn't exist yet. What he attributed to amnesia due to the semi destruction of the world was actually just cause he wasn't born yet. He can't have memories of the old Sans of that AU because they are not related in any way. Enoch created that connection through false deductions.

To actually answer your question he has memories from Error's life, as in memories of being Error. Like he would remember the anti-void and the bean bag y'know? Maybe not with conscious awareness or knowledge of what those thing mean or what they represent since they're completely out of context for him. Those memories arehow he figured out that he could use strings. Simply because he remembered using them as Error and it's like it came naturally. (It's only been that way since Enoch had his memories unlocked by being in Error's proximity though, not in his first five years)

3) I think so yeah. The idea I really like is that like, Dream found him after he erased the rest of the AU and he's just like any other refugee to him y'know? So maybe he'd be brought to the OT

4) I don't think the people if the Omega Timeline would know? It's not- well actually it is kinda written all over him, he looks a LOT like Error. Maybe they'd check. It would be devastating if they refused to let Enoch in after all he's been through. After that long in isolation. My god.

5) I don't really know about Ink. I do like to think he'd be intrigued by him, he'd be quick to put two and two together. Or maybe Ink has the ability to see code and recognizes him that way. It'd be really funny for Ink to talk about Error as Enoch's dear old pops or something and Enoch just not understanding who Ink's even talking about (boi has no idea what a father even is) I think they could have fun together. Ink's eccentric demeanor would be very good for helping Enoch to get out of his shell. I can see Ink being kind of entertaining to him rather than abrasive like I see most people write him as. like MANNNN I THINK HE LIKES KIDS Y'KNOW?? he's fun, Enoch would like him, he'd be like a little kid when they smile all timid and shtuff but he's having a good time watching ink bumble about.

5) Dream wouldn't recognize code. He'll probably recognize Enoch as related to Error in some way just because of his appearance. Maybe he'd recognize some of his brother in Enoch though. If we say that Enoch got some personality traits from Nightmare. In the way he talks, or the way he looks at things. Just little quirks that remind him so eerily of Nightmare. ALSO OMG DREAM'S AN UNCLE. IF NIGHTMARE'S LIKE A FATHER. I mean, it's not really being parents but Nightmare and Error are the two directly involved in creating Enoch but like- If you found out one of your actions resulted in the creation of a living being would you not feel somewhat responsible? Uncle Dream propaganda.

6) It can't really be called spoilers. I don't think I want to keep stuff under wraps anymore just cause I like conceptualizing more than making an actual story so... Y'know. But I do have plans. I think some of what I answered already points to possible future dynamics and stuff but for now I haven't thought on it too much so... Feel free to ask if you want and I'll come up with shit as I go. I like bouncing ideas with you, so anything you ask about it will probably not be concrete or final. Just a disclaimer.

I also want to develop the AU Enoch was in a bit more. Just cause I think it could be cool and then I could stop calling it 'the AU' lol.

Thank you for letting me ramble!! This was super nice hehe. Hopefully next time you'll ask me on tumblr instead of on dreamblr

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why will your glyph systems class be hard | aethergarde academy

date: december 13, 2024

You only have to take the first glyph systems class, but, it's definitely going to be your hardest informational class.

This is why I placed it in your 4th year in the example class schedule (my personal class schedule).

table of contents:

defining glyphs: what are glyphs

using glyphs: how riders use glyphs + how glyphs are generally used

unwinding glyphs: breaking down a glyph

glyphs class: what you'll learn in your first class

defining glyphs

Glyphs are complex physical images of spells. There are certain spells you can only do with glyphs-- this is because they're too complex to be willed into existence just through simple aura movement and thought.

Glyphs look something like these, though, they can also look simpler than these ones depending on the spell.

Glyphs are the hardest and most complex form of magic, but a first year that's mastered glyph magic can easily beat a 5th year in a fight (in terms of magic).

using glyphs

Glyphs are often carved into floors for protection, teleportation, or even stealth. To make charms, you need to use glyphs. Some forms of magitech utilize glyphs.

You see glyphs everywhere in some way, shape, or form-- but riders need to focus on the battle use of glyphs (being able to make charms is also pretty helpful lmao).

There's two ways to use glyphs in battle, either you make a glyph card, carve glyphs into the ground, or materialize glyphs with magic. Carving glyphs into the ground without tools would be pretty hard-- but materializing glyphs with magic means that you're not using any external tools (like cards and ink) to aid in making a glyph. Magically materializing glyphs is the hardest way to make glyphs, but it's also one of the most rewarding magical techniques if you can do it right.

If you do come across someone who uses glyphs, they likely only use glyph cards. Glyph cards are consistent and predicable to the spellcaster, materializing glyphs without cards can be risky.

Glyphs are most often used to combine more than 3 spells or to cast lingering spells. You can combine two spells without glyphs (if you know how to cast them in a way that mixes the two) but it's pretty much impossible to combine three or more spells without a glyph-- if you could, it'd be incredibly mentally straining, and it'd exhaust you far too much.

unwinding glyphs

Remember how I mentioned that glyphs can be used to protect? Glyphs aren't indestructible. If someone really wanted to get to the protected subject, they'd try to unwind the protective glyph. To do this, they'd have to erase each line and shape (if it's a magically spawned glyph, they'd use their aura to break down the lines) until the glyph is gone. However, it's not that simple. Every time you erase a line, another shape or line will form to protect that area (well, at least well-made glyphs will). It's kinda like a puzzle; even if that newly formed shape is destroyed, another will form, and this will happen over and over again unless the main components are destroyed. Even then, main components, if not broken down completely, will heal stronger and more complex if all main complements aren't erased all at once.

Okay, so let's say you've broken down the main components-- oh, the glyph isn't gone yet? Yeah, now you've gotta break down the second layer. And the third layer. And the fourth. And the fifth. And so on. Essentially, all you do is break down the main components in each layer. You cannot just go from the 4th layer to 9th layer because the 9th layer would be protected by the 8th, 7th, 6th, and 5th layers. The most detailed protection glyphs can have up to 12 layers-- the protection glyphs in Aethergarde's floors and forcefields only have around 7-10 layers.

glyphs class

In your first glyph class, you'll generally be focusing on the foundations of glyphs (what different shapes, line formations, and hieroglyphics mean) and glyph cards.

Your glyph professor would definitely give you class time to work on your cards, so always check in with your teacher to make sure everything looks right. Like math, if even one thing is wrong, the entire glyph won't work. properly

Your final in this class would consist of making a small deck of glyph cards.

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hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):

@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax

@wheelsnipecelebrini

@korshrimpski (EDIT: it won’t?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)

what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?

if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!

its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:

this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!

here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):

personal oc art

wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!

in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3

I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:

Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:

unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)

here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!

gifts for my friends :3

back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!

I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.

Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3

For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.

Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)

Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:

if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)

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Unorthodox

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Dominatrix! Female Character Rating: No sex but you do beat the shit out of him and say some pretty cruel things Warnings: I mean it's literally a whole BDSM session of you berating and beating Ghost and he is very sad about it Summary: Ghost's MO: Why go to a therapist when you can have a dominatrix beat the feelings out of you instead? Notes: i like it when big men cry :) Word Count: 3,069 ao3 link

An accountant.

That was what you told everybody else that wasn’t in the lifestyle; you were an accountant. They didn’t ask any questions after that; it was boring enough that it didn’t raise any intrigue; at most, you’d get a half-hearted ‘What’s that like?’, which was easy enough to dismiss with some generic comment about a job being a job. In all fairness to you, this was just another job by now, with all the generic ups and downs of regular employment. In fact, today, you were taking over a shift from a colleague, a perfectly ordinary thing to do, and, like all jobs, it was full of paperwork.

Only the very top of the paper could be considered typical, a space for the client to fill out the name and length of the appointment. Underneath that was where the true nature of your career came forth.

Fetishes, kinks, safe words, limits, preferred tools and techniques, all filled in by neat block handwriting. It was almost bizarre, the contrast of the explicitly sexual nature of the paperwork to the plain white paper and black ink on the sheet. Yet, it wasn’t anything unusual to you; you scanned over the sheet almost detachedly, making sure the most important boxes had been filled out; the name ‘Simon’, no last name as per usual, his kinks, fairly typical for a man that had come to your place of work, physical and psychological abuse and domination. You made a note of the fact he’d specified that you avoid leaving marks below his elbows; no doubt he worked with his sleeves rolled up, and he’d requested no form of bondage or restraints to be used.

All in all, it was fairly standard, so you added your signature to the non-disclosure agreement stapled at the back, then initialled and dated it. You could see your work phone lighting up, indicating that the client was now waiting in the room downstairs. You gave the papers another brief once over, then texted your consent for the receptionist to send him up.

You always had your familiar ritual to begin preparing for a scene; you'd light the body-safe candles you kept on the chest of drawers that contained your various toys and equipment, give yourself a once over to make sure that you were the epitome of a classic dominatrix, cinched to the Gods in a leather corset, the latex dress you wore underneath properly lubricated to prevent annoying squeaks, your stockings each pulled up so they were exactly an inch below the hem of the dress, your outfit finished by pulling on your spiked stilettos.

Listening to the knock at the door was strangely one of the things you enjoyed most about your job; you liked trying to deduce what sort of person you'd find on the other side of the door solely by how they'd knock, softly if they were timid or unsure, hard if they were impatient or excited. Then there were patterns, with police officers seeming to use the exact same rhythm of beats on the door.

This time, the raps on the door were sharp and abrupt; an official, then, someone strict and controlled, most likely military. They weren't likely to show up in their uniform, so you had to open the door to get your first look at your client, as the dom you were covering for, Nikki, hadn't exactly been all that forthcoming with information.

You were quietly pleased to find a man with the stiffest posture you'd ever seen on the other side of the door, the straightness of his back like a bright red label screaming 'military'. All sorts of men had passed through your doors, so you weren't all that intimidated by the size of the man, with him still having a few inches on you even in your heels, or the fact that he looked as though he could easily crush your head in one hand. What you did notice was the fact that he didn't ogle you, not seeming to take even a single second to admire your carefully put-together outfit. It wasn't entirely unusual; not every client was ready to immediately leap into the sexuality of it all, but it was rare enough that you took note. This one would take a little more warm-up.

First introductions in a scene were always a little awkward, especially if there wasn't a pre-established relationship, so you gave him space to adjust as you went over to take the paperwork from where you'd left it on the drawers, taking your time to flick through the paperwork as you walked back over to him, your heels loud on the wooden floor, a sound that your clients always seemed to enjoy. You looked at his face now, his dark eyes drifting down to you, his expression more akin to boredom than excitement, his expression dull and listless, gaze a thousand miles away, as though he was looking straight through you rather than at you. Nerves, that's what you decided to put it down to, his discomfort with a new partner. You held out the paperwork to him, "You have your safe word, I trust?"

At long last, he broke his silence, his voice gruff, "Matrix." You nodded, leaning your weight on one leg, "And if you can't talk?" "Three taps." He held the paperwork back out to you, "I'd like to try asphyxiation today." You raised a brow at him, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather try new things with your usual dom?" "I'm sure." You frowned, but there wasn't anything unsure in his expression, only a grim determination, which still didn't make much sense to you, considering most came here to gain some sort of sexual pleasure. "Do you have any preference? Plastic bag, pillow-" He shook his head, "Use your hands." You nodded, your eyes flicking down to the paperwork, "Anything else you want to go over?" Simon shook his head, so you took the paperwork over to the safe you kept in the corner, taking one last look at Nikki's notes.

Scribbled on a lined sheet of paper were comments about Simon's preferences, the barbed words that were most effective, so you didn't have to spend forever poking at his exterior trying to find his soft underbelly. She'd underlined certain words that she'd thought were important, 'lonely', 'guilty conscience', 'worthless', as well as some sentences, 'his parents are disappointed in him (and dead)', 'he should have died overseas (like his comrades)'. There was something almost funny about the cold detachment with which Nikki had written the best ways she'd found to emotionally torment him, and you tucked the little snippets of information away in your mind as you stored the paperwork in the safe, swinging the metal door shut, the keypad beeping as it locked, that sound signalling the start of your session.

For Simon, you decided to start detached, going over to your drawers and opening them slowly, taking your time running your hands over the various silk bags, trying to draw out his anticipation, your fingers finally landing on a small white bag. You pulled it out, then turned to face Simon, your face cold as you settled into your role, undoing the rope that kept the bag closed and sprinkling the contents, uncooked white rice, onto the wooden floor. You pointed at them with one finger, your long stiletto nail like a knife cutting through the air as you gave your command. "Kneel."

Like a good soldier, Simon did as he was told without complaint, silently falling to his knees, the grains no doubt pressing uncomfortably into his skin through the fabric of his trousers, his eyes dropping to the floor. It would be easy enough for him to start with, but with time, it would be excruciating. All you needed to do was wait.

You refastened the bag, trying to keep an air of nonchalance as you took it back over to the drawer, your voice cool, "You know what I noticed on your form? You don't have a single emergency contact." You sauntered back over to him, bending over so your face was level with his, wrapping your fingers around his chin, pulling his head up so he was forced to look into your eyes, "Nobody gives a shit whether you live or die, do they?" You let the points of your nails rake across his skin as you shifted your hand to slowly lay your fingers over his mouth, "You could die in this room, and nobody would notice. Nobody would care." Your index finger moved up with your thumb to pinch his nostrils shut as your hand firmly clamped over his mouth, "Your body would be rotting for weeks and not a soul would come looking for you. That's how little you matter to the world." You kept your eyes focused on his face, trying to bore into his head, "And the world would be better off." He was beginning to struggle to breathe now; no matter how little he tried to show it, you could feel him desperately trying to suck in the smallest molecule of oxygen, but you kept your fingers firmly in place, knowing how far you could push it before you had to let go.

Only when you saw his hands twitch did you let go, your eyes filled with disgust, giving him a second to catch his breath before you brought your hand down sharply across his face, careful not to break a nail as you struck him, your palm stinging with the force of the impact, "That was fucking pathetic. What was that, barely fifteen seconds?" Simon's face had barely been moved by your slap, so you put a little more force into it as you struck him with the back of your hand, his face jerking to the side, "Your father would be disappointed in you. You're weak." Your fingers went back to his jaw, sliding down until they settled around his throat, your eyes burning into his, filled with supposed rage, "Do you think you'd make him proud? On your knees, begging like a dog?" You scoffed, disgusted, as you turned away from him, subtly squeezing your hand to soothe the slight pain in your knuckles, keeping your voice firm and commanding, "Strip."

You didn't need to watch to know that he was obeying, hearing the rustle of his clothes as he undressed behind you. It was impossible not to silently question his state of mind as you walked over to the candles you'd lit earlier, sneakily testing that the wax was a body-safe temperature with your knuckle. Hot, but not hot enough to burn. You scraped the wax off your finger with your thumbnail, then turned back to face Simon, finding him almost fully undressed, clothed only in his boxers, his jeans and jumper neatly folded and put to one side, along with his boots and socks.

"That supposed to impress me?" Your voice was scornful as you walked back over to him, your eyes flicking over his toned physique as though you'd never seen anything more unappealing, "Pride of the military you are. Paying for the only form of attention you deserve." You pointed back at the rice on the floor, "Plank. Forearms on the rice. Now." As he shifted to get down onto the floor once again, you noticed that there was no erection pressing at the fabric of his boxers, not even the slightest hint of arousal. It was strange; usually, at this point, there would be a damp patch from their excitement, but--though clearly eager to obey you, Simon didn't seem to be getting off.

Now that he was facing the floor, his head bowed as he lifted his body up off the ground, you didn't have to keep your face carefully controlled, allowing yourself to frown as you tilted the wax candle, letting the melted wax begin to drop down onto his bare back, watching the way he flinched as it splattered over his skin. It was impressive, the way he kept his body in perfect form, even though you knew the rice would be digging into his skin and the exhaustion from keeping himself propped up would be biting at his muscles. You placed your foot on his back, leaning some of your weight down onto his back, letting the heel of your stiletto dig into his ribs, "Why do you even try? Do you think you're a good soldier?" You began to press down more heavily, watching the way his arms began to tremble, "Every scar is a testament to your failures, Simon. No amount of tattoos can hide that." You pushed down more forcefully, though he was still giving a surprising amount of resistance, "The best thing you could do for your country is die. But only good soldiers die. Cockroaches like you live forever." You gave a final aggressive push, "Accept that you're a fucking failure."

I deserve this.

Simon collapsed onto hands and knees, and you could hear his breathing, rough and shaky, but you didn't let up, turning the candle and letting a torrent of molten wax fall onto his back, the flow smothering the wick. You let it fall to the ground, Simon flinching at the sound of the candle hitting the floor, and you crouched down to hiss in his ear, "Aren't you familiar enough with failure yet?" You reached out to take his head, twisting it to the side so you could see his face, the venom on your tongue ready.

Simon's eyes were rimmed with tears. You could see an endless well of desperate sadness in his gaze, a pain that words wouldn't do justice. The viciousness died on your tongue. He hadn't given his safe word, nor had he tapped out, but it wasn't solely his decision.

"Matrix."

You were the one to use it, ending the scene for him. This wasn't your style; you'd happily beat anyone if they got off from it, but Simon was torturing himself, using you as a weapon to destroy what was left of his self-worth, and you hadn't consented to that. His pain had bubbled up from under the surface, threatening to spill outwards and consume him entirely. Your dressing gown was close at hand, and you wrapped the silk material around yourself, covering yourself up as you quickly dug through the bottom drawer, bringing out a large fluffy blanket to drape around Simon, the man entirely falling to pieces right in front of you.

Tears weren't all that unusual; occasionally, a scene got too intense, and you'd have to switch into aftercare, but you'd never seen the depth of agony that radiated out from Simon, the blanket slipping off his shoulders, him making no attempt to comfort himself with it. You unbuckled your corset, carefully placing it to one side so you could more comfortably sit beside Simon, reaching over to undo your shoes so the spikes wouldn't dig into either of your skin.

Carefully, you reached out a hand to gently lay on his shoulder, your voice soft, "Hey, you're okay." His shoulder stiffened, his chest still heaving with ragged breaths, and you leant over to take the blanket, pulling it back up over his shoulders. You hesitated, letting your hands rest on his shoulders, allowing him to keep his face hidden in his hands, "Come here." There was no command in your voice this time, only a gentle request, but still, he obeyed, letting his body fall forward onto you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he finally broke into sobs.

It was impossible not to feel bad for him, and you stroked his back through the blanket, keeping your tone soft and reassuring, "It was only roleplay, Simon. It wasn't real. You're not a failure, or a disappointment." Your words didn't seem to touch whatever was eating away at him, his body shaking with the sheer effort it took to keep himself from completely falling apart, utter pain in every sob, his hands helplessly clutching at your silk robe, balling the material tightly in his fists, so you simply allowed him his pain, resting your cheek against his head as he wept.

Slowly, Simon's sobs began to fade, his breathing slowing until it was steady once more, the tears drying on his face. It was as though a switch had clicked then, the emotion disappearing from him entirely. He stood up abruptly, pulling away from your comforting touch and letting the blanket fall to the floor as he strode over to his clothes, beginning to get dressed once again. It was impossible not to be visibly puzzled by his behaviour; the man had been an absolute wreck not five minutes ago, and you regarded him quizzically as he redressed.

Once he was fully clothed once again, Simon turned back to face you, digging into his pocket to bring out his wallet, a basic black leather affair, and he pulled out several crisp purple notes, offering them out to you. You looked at him, bewildered, "I- what?" He held them out more insistently, "A tip." You weren't about to turn down free money, but the situation still had you perplexed, "Simon, you don't have to tip if you didn't get what you came here for." "I did." Your face scrunched as you tried to comprehend his meaning, "You come here... to cry?" He shrugged, "More or less." It was impossible not to show how taken aback you were, "You know there's therapists for that, right?" "This is easier." You raised your hands in absolute bewilderment, "Are you joking?" You had to take a second to remember your kind voice, "Seriously. This is a therapist thing. Not a dominatrix thing." He shrugged, clearly done with the session, already turning to leave.

There wasn't much you could do about the situation, but you still held him up, "Hold on." You strode over to the drawer again, opening the smallest one, finding the small box of business cards from a good therapist service you kept for these situations- though they weren't usually so bizarre. "I insist you take this card. Please." Simon seemed almost bored with the situation, but he took the card, slipping it into his pocket before he opened the door and left, leaving you utterly confused, though at least a few hundred pounds richer.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Hello again! I was chatting with someone and he said "someone should make writing style hcs for the mercs", and I instantly went "I know a guy" so now i'm here. How do you think the mercs would write? (note: he also said "Scout would write like Greg heffley" which is hilarious)

How Do the TF2 Mercs Write?

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I'm smiling like an idiot rn. This is so sweet, and the promt is very cool! (Your friend is 100% correct, btw.)

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I'm going to headcanon, whay they write about, how they write about those things, and some hand writing pictures of how I think they'd write! So be prepared for a long one 😭 Can you tell I'm an English nerd?

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Demo-

You'd think he'd have super messy handwriting, but he's actually a very neat writer. Has an ink and quill pen set, loves gold ink more than traditional black ink.

He writes about his mom and his childhood. He writes very vividly and with lots of detail. I feel like this man is a walking thesaurus.

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Engie-

He has very clean writing. I'm day to day life (he has the worst writing when working on his projects). Like he'll leave a note on the door saying that the gangs run out of milk and everyone's shocked. You'd think he'd have atrocious handwriting. Learned cursive in school and never really stopped using it.

When he's writing like this, he's normally sending letters to people he cares for or trying to order parts for his latest projects. He's very formal when he writes to anyone.

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Heavy-

Heavy is also blessed with very nice handwriting, but instead of the school system forcing him into writing better it was his mom.

He likes to write about animals and his friends. He keeps a small book by his bed to write little things he learns throughout the day. Not very descriptive, more along the lines of "I heard birds singing this morning, it was pretty." Or "Scout likes brownies more than ice cream." Normally, just mundane things. (Also, he writes mainly in english to improve his ability to understand English words but sometimes defaults to Russian if he can't remember or spell a word properly.)

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Medic-

Ugh. This man writes like a doctor nine times put of ten just to fuck with people. He'll give someone a note, and it just has gibberish on it. He likes to watch them try and decipher it. But when he's not being a menace to society. He has genuinely beautiful handwriting. While it can be overly fancy, sometimes it's also easy to read.

He has two journals, he has a leather-bound one where he writes about Germany, his experiences of leaving his country, when he had his medical license, medical school, etc. Loves to write about the past. He uses that journal as a therapist. And then, of course, he has his neon pink Claire's notebook that he uses to write down every single thing that could be used against someone he's ever heard, with matching glitter pens.

When he writes, he never leaves any details out and is pretty clear and concise. He uses German and English interchangeably. Using English mainly out of habit.

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Scout-

While I do agree that this man probably writes like Greg Heffley (and honestly, his handwriting probably looks the same too.) I'd be wrong not to mention that he writes out little :), :0, >:), and other little faces on his notes, and have almost graffiti handwriting. He practiced writing to look like that, actually. He used to have decently nice handwriting, but he likes this one better.

He doesn't write much, but when he does, this man writes paragraphs about the most random things. All horribly spelled. This man can't read or write very well. Dyslexic king. He makes sure to get help with spelling, though, so he can write to his mom at least once a month.

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Sniper-

Oh, poor, poor man. Can not write clearly to save his life. Not that he's big on writing to begin with. There was never really any pressure for him to have good handwriting, and he mainly only writes to write himself reminders.

Very nondescript and straight to the point. But has a little quirk of using different dots (like • ○ ● □ ■ ☆) for his notes. He has a little dark brown book for all his reminders.

☆eat (is a common note left in the book). He also has written poetry, but he'd rather die than admit that.

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Spy-

Pretentious motherfucker handwriting and style. Could just be writing a reminder to wish someone a happy birthday and will go all out. It normally takes him 15 minutes to write a small note. He writes letters frequently, with no reason in particular. I think he just really likes writing. Uses big words but not in the same way Demo does. Like Demo will say, "The food was horrific." But Spy will say some shit like "the meal I partook in was horrifically distasteful and..." So on and so on.

I think he can also switch his handwriting at will. If he needs to pretend to have messy handwriting for some reason, he'll do it. Not without sheding a tear at how awful it looks first though.

Writes exclusively in French. One or two words in English every 10,000 words he writes.

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Soldier-

He likes using all capital letters when he writes! He feels like every word he writes is important. It also helps him remember things. I also don't think his vision is the best, so it's hard for him to see any other writing.

He doesn't write often, but he's always listing things, marking things that have changed, and writing down random questions that he'll spend the day trying to answer. Very observation based writing. You catch him writing and it's just a piece of computer paper with a list like,

THE CEREAL WAS MOVED

I SAW A BIRD

WHY DO BIRDS FLY INTO GLASS

ARE BIRDS OKAY AFTER FLYING INTO GLASS.

Very simple writer.

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Pyro-

Scarily neat and beautiful writing. Somehow, they can write like this no matter what situation they're in. I definitely think they just rewrite things they overhear, facts that they like, good memories they remember, and just odd things. Has multiple quotes written down from books they've read. They write with glitterpens, too. They have a bunch of construction paper they use to write on.

They don't really write much for necessity. They only really write to make themselves happy. Can be simple or descriptive depending on what their remembering.

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AH! I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS ONE! Thanks again for the ask! I hope your friend likes the answers :D

[haunted-plush]

Cars + Pokémon au

Doesn't change anything about the canon for the most part, the characters are humanized and just happen to have Pokémon partners that follow them around... I just decided to make this au because I like Cars and I like Pokémon, so why not mash the two together lmao

Lightning: Jolteon that he's had since he was an Eevee named Rush. Very exitable, kind of a prankster and a troublemaker, and likes to give everyone [Lightning included] a hard time, but he can be a sweet little guy for sure [when he wants to be]

Sally: a male and female Meowstic that she evolved from two Espurr. Female is named Silk and the male is named Satin, and she's had them both since she was a lawyer in Los Angeles. They help around the motel

Mater: huge Mudsdale named Carrots that is very stoic and rigid, and intimidating without even trying to be. She does have emotions on the inside, she just doesn't display them much, a big contrast to her trainer, who under exactly what she's feeling without having to try. Her favorite treat is carrots

Doc: Audino named Bee that helps out in his medical office as well as helps him out using her telekinesis to move heavier or large objects since he's disabled

Sheriff: Arcanine named Deputy, he's a very loyal partner and loves making him proud

Luigi and Guido: Sneaky mischievous little Meowth named Bambino who always tries to steal coins whenever possible, or even just trinkets left out. He gets gently smacked with a broom for stealing pretty often, but he still gets gifts of shiny objects to keep him happy. Plus he's very good at looking cute and innocent, even when he often isn't. His bed is made out of an old repurposed tire Mater built for him

Flo: Whimsicott named Pancakes that helps her out in the kitchen and will also go out and serve food, she's very well liked by everyone who comes in. There's also a Vanillite, Vanillish, and Vanilluxe that float around for atmosphere and such. They live in the freezer

Ramone: Grafaiai named Inks, very playful, extroverted and loves to cause a bit of trouble, but still takes their art very seriously. They're very proud of the designs that get made into tattoos

Red: Samurott named Admiral that's a lot more outgoing than he is, standing guard with Deputy a lot of the time and doing his best to look intimidating. He's still playful though, and does his best to help push Red along, although he loses his patience with him a bit sometimes. He's also got some spots along his body as a unique pattern detail

Lizzy: Mandi the Mandibuzz that sits on her shoulder and glares at people. Red is scared of it.

Chick: Haxorus named Tusker, he likes parading him around and using him to intimate people in public. He also has the Pix the Sylveon who he evolved from an Eevee, and he doesn't really show off as much. He secretly loves them both a lot

The King: Arorus named Blue, also has an Archeops named Screech because dinosaur and also Archeops is cool

Other Pokémon: There's a Klefki that lives in the motel, Sally takes care of it being the one who runs it but it was there before she moved in

Lots of ground types living in and around Radiator Springs, plus some rock, steel, and fire types. Lots of Silicobra, Diglett, some Sandshew and Sandslash

Over by the lake there's more grass and water types, with mostly rock types over by Wheel Well before they cleaned it up

Lightning got his lunch stolen that he was eating outside by a Talonflame once

Mater also claims to have fought against the elite four and was even offered to replace the regional champion but he declined [he also claims Lightning was there as well]

If anyone has any ideas or anything they'd like to add feel free to share them in the tags, I'd love to hear anything anyone has to contribute!!

[lifesteal-headcanons]

there are a lot of players on lifesteal that aren't human. this shouldn't come as a shock to anyone. the thing is, with a lot of them, it's really not clear what they actually are. like, yeah, a lot of the time players don't fall neatly into nice categories, but usually there's something to go off of that's like, at least a little recognizable? anyway the point is rekrap [resident Boring Human] has taken it upon himself to commit investigative journalism to try and figure this out. the following are a few of his notes.

branzy:

-claims to be human

-unnaturally sharp teeth

-generally mildly uncanny

-saw his eyes glow in the dark a few times

-purple eyes + white hair (natural? contacts + dye? something else?)

theories:

vampire

>sharp teeth

>pale

>never seen him eat garlic

>has blood on his mouth weirdly often

shapeshifter

>general feeling of not quite being right

>i swear his tattoo's changed before

>catch-all explanation for physical traits

human

>he might just be messing with me and/or i might just be paranoid

ashswag:

-claims to actually be god. i doubt that.

-seems to have a far easier time manipulating code than other players do

-form sort of distorts? hard to describe

-hard to look at. hurts my eyes

-looks human when there's nothing weird going on

theories:

-??????? to be honest i'm kinda lost right now. i think he was human at some point but i'm pretty that's not still the case? need more information.

princezam:

-asked him; said he's not sure. then shrugged and said "i'm printer :D"

-skin + hair are BRIGHT yellow

-blood is black and smells like ink. dries red

-face can change? and melt? and become abstract shapes? and can open into a bunch of eyes?

-halo that keeps changing shape (glows in the dark)

theories:

angel

>halo

>lots of eyes

>generally looks fairly normal but occasional mild shape shifting

paper construct

>ink-like blood

>simplistic + fluid face

>unusual coloring

this investigation has led to some people having questions about him, though- apparently some people didn't think he was human? said that his eyes shined weirdly in the dark, which, okay, he can maybe believe that, but then some people said that they'd see flashes of antlers? and/or rabbit ears? plus the way he runs and jumps is apparently weirdly...animal like. so yeah, apparently there are rumors going around that he's a jakalope. which is absolutely ridiculous, because jakalopes, player or not, don't exist.

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[callsigns-haze]

Pretty like a crime

Chapter 12

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, undercover work, alcohol use, smut, kissing

Prologue/ Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11

You held him in your arms. Funerals. You hated them but at this point you've built up an immune system to the tears and pain. On the outside of course, never the inside. Your arm was wrapped around Jake's waist and you put your head on his shoulder. You looked down at the ground.

Javy.

You see, Jake loved Javy like a brother. You know? Hangman and coyote the ultimate duo. Yep, that was them, that was the two lads we were talking about. They knew that one day they'd be gone but never expected it so soon. Jake also felt guilty. He brought Javy out that night to seek satisfaction in revenge upon Matthew and yet that cost him Coyotes and Justin's life along with Matt's.

You stayed there a little bit after everyone walked away. Jake needed his moment. Honestly, how do you say goodbye, to someone who's been with you for your goddamn life. Who gave you some of the best laughs of your life and flashes a smile when he looks at yours. Jake never wanted this to end, Coyote was one of his closest friends.

Along with Bob. Bob and Hangman were rough but never strangers. He was like a younger brother to Jake, always there if he needed a hand, always helping him hunt someone down. Calling him a baby or dummy was a way of expressing his love because he expressed it through his cockiness and Bob knew that, he always did.

Phoenix. She was the 'man'. Jake always teased her about running as fast as she could but she only wanted to prove that she could be as fast as a man. And Jake was so sick of men coming at her again, because if she was a man, she'd be a man.

Fanboy, he was sweet like candy, in his veins. Surrounded by all the horrible things of the day. He was like lightning in a bottle, happiness never leaving because it was all that he thought of. All he did was strike people with the heart of electric love. He strikes with that electric love.

Payback, he was calm. His eyes are godlike and voice and tone approved. He was patient and timing with a bunch of happiness underneath the prince-like features. He was composed but with Jake he was wild.

Jake loved each one of them. They were his family. And now they were all in the stars. The six feet made it feel so far. Jake felt alone between the heavens and the embers. Oh, it just crushes him so hard, stabbed him like a knife in the back for a million different reasons. They built and shaped his heart and now a part forever stopped beating.

You whatsoever love the daggers equally as much but one man today had a special feeling upon you. Justin. He was your brother. Your love for him beats deeper than the ink of your matching tattoos. You both went through similar trauma and that's the truth. You may have grown apart, lived different lives but heaven only knew that somehow you'd find your way back to him.

And Matthew. He may have been your ex but still. He was the man that rocked your world solid while it lasted. He was the love of your life or what you thought he'd be but not anymore. It still hurts for a million different reasons, he was the light in the dark and now it suddenly dims. He took a piece of your life and now you stay here not knowing how to respond honestly.

You allow Jake to have a moment and walk over to Bradley and your little boy. As soon as Kai notices you walking over, he speeds out of Bradley's reach and runs to you. You grab him mid flight and lift him up into your arms, placing him upon your hip. You give him a delicate kiss on his forehead and walk back over to Bradley.

"Is Jake okay?" Asked Bradley, he worry about his only friend who managed to survive this murder attempt. You look over where your boyfriend stands and simply sigh. You didn't know what was going to happen from now on. There was nothing left for you here, no proof about your past existence and no survivors to tell on your tale.

Kai rests his head in the croak of your neck as you rub his back up and down and finally answer Bradley's question. "Honestly, only time will tell."

He simply nodded and asked, "And you?"

"I'll be fine." You will be fine, with time obviously. You just needed time like every normal person would.

You all stand in silence until Kai lets out a little pep in your ear, a sort of whisper, is a better way of describing it. "Can I go to Jakey? He seems sad, I don't wanna see Jakey sad."

You tried to stop your tears from welling up in your eyes and you kissed your son's forehead and nodded a simple yes and put him down on the ground. The second those little booties collided with the ground those feet took off in Jake's direction. God bless for your boys.

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You have just placed your son in bed and tucked his covers up tight to his chin. The two of you were telling stories, just like every single night. It was a story followed by a melodic bedtime song. You have just sang the last note as Alfie strides in with his golden fluff, slipping across the floor like a mop. You give him the lightest rubs as he gets up onto Kai's leg bed space.

You know Kai is a comfort now. He has the best guard to watch now and you could finally take two steps back before closing the door.

Jake decided to go to Javy's place to just get some last things and say a last proper good, goodbye. You knew it was a while till he would get your plans done and dusted and Bradley still was coming up to collect work papers soon.

All you have to do now is wait. Rest and wait, that's all you got to do now. You slide down to the couch with a bottle of wine in hand. You weren't even bothered to get glasses for this, you were drinking it damn straight from the bottle. You needed it for after today and the night that only sparked.

You needed to stop that November flash as it filled your eyes once again. It was like a cure. This place was once a madhouse, decking the halls with light and life. One for friendship, two for love, three for you never letting go. But too bad you're messed up in the head, nobody would even notice you're dead.

You lie there for a while, half a bottle done. How did you feel? You felt like you were going to die. You rolled your head back on the couch. Bradley would be here soon and you were far from sobber. You lay like that for a while longer, eyes closed and head tilted up to the ceiling as your last breath was long and clean before a rag covered your mouth and nose with a hand over your eyes.

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[foxedthecards]

Jonas sighed as he dropped the black frilled shirt, sparkly purple vest and trousers into the garbage. So long to that stage outfit! Kind of a shame, it had been fun in a kitschy 80s sort of way but maybe it really was time to look for a new style. He still didn't know how in the fuck they'd ended up THAT ripped and covered in black ink. Maybe he'd been trying to work out a new trick or something? But hey, shitty memory was still shitty what was new in that department?

Well...there had been having to deal more with migraines lately. Migraines that started right in the forehead scar and gradually spread out through his entire head to the point of feeling nauseated and seeing auras. They seemed to be weirdly overlapping with episodes of lost time as well. He'd gone to the doctor about it when headache medicines had little effect but all physical and neurological causes had been ruled out so the conclusion was that it was psychosomatic in some way. Reduce stress and workload, consider intensive therapy, etc etc. Nothing he hadn’t heard before, nothing he hadn’t tried before.

He'd noticed the outfit in a garment bag at the back of his closet and pulled it out, unzipping the bag and laying it out on the bed with other outfit ideas. Honestly it looked pretty nice? Newly purchased, even and of course he didn't remember when he’d got it. The bag accompanying it had snazzy spats, shoes, black gloves and a yellow bow tie. Sure why not. Let's try it on and see how it looked?

It took several quick turnarounds and nervous glances in the closet door mirror before he got the full idea of how the ensemble looked. He liked it all, even the black gloves and normally he wasn't a big fan of gloves. Yeah, this could work! He got out his makeup bag and his little cosmetic mirror (tiny mirrors were a bit more bearable than large ones) and started messing around a little to find a good look. For some reason he'd started favoring the smoky eye look more here lately and hey it hid the dark insomnia circles under his eyes!

He spent some time on that and covering up the headscar and then when he was finished, again he made himself do a good lookover in the mirror.

" Baby boy, you're a mess but at least you're a hot one, " he sighed, giving himself finger guns and a weary smile.