#think about allllll the angles

[riverofempathy]

Tearing up because that’s me.

I can’t stop (couldn’t stop) all the pain & struggles & trauma in my life or the lives of literally any other person in this galaxy, but I can write worlds where things get better, where people actually talk about their issues, where people save the day. Or maybe sometimes they don’t, maybe sometimes they’re seconds too late and they still have gut-wrenching grief and trauma, but other people are there for them in exactly the way they need. They say exactly the right things. They hug them and kiss their foreheads and provide a safe, warm, soft space for my characters to actually let out ALL the tears instead of holding them back—something I’m still figuring out how to do for myself.

My stories are all about going through terrible things and figuring out/receiving the things they need to heal. It’s about *humanity* in all its beauty and ugliness and pain and wonder and joy and grief and hatred and love and suffering and comfort and all the things that we go through in our own lives, because I think it’s important to see how even fictional people can survive those things. Because it helps us feel like we can, too.

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[aq2003]

there comes a beautiful time in life where i have to ask myselg th question, "did i accidentally project too hard onto the character that i only relate to a little bit and in doing so hugely missed this one entire aspect/interpretation of the characters . am i stupid"

[copperbadge]

The UEFA European Championship, the "Euros", is a major soccer championship, with viewership second only to the World Cup. It's starting up this week and I decided to put a few bets on since a number of the Handsome Lads of AS Roma are playing in it along with my favorite Fire player, so I signed up with an online sports book that has a relatively user-friendly app.

(I can hear the "Sam, gambling can be super addictive" comments now and I agree but I promise you of my impulse control issues, gambling is not one of them. I am betting in $2 amounts for fun.)

One of the weird dualistic tensions of online gambling is that by law they have to do allllll this stuff to remind you that it can be addictive and help is available while also doing everything they can to suck you in deeper; social media has nothing on sports betting. There's a clock that tells you how long you've been in the app, which is meant to make sure you take breaks but is actually very stressful because I keep thinking it's timing me like I'm taking an exam; on the other hand it won't let you sort your bets by date so you can easily see what's coming next and then log off.

But I'm not here to talk about manipulative apps or betting or even footie. I'm here to talk about...

table tennis

Because one way they keep you on the site is to offer limited live streaming of sports you can bet on in real time and i miei amici, at the moment there is a table tennis championship tournament in progress.

It's like watching some kind of absurdist performance art unfold. You can see plenty of finals matches in nice venues with audiences and high res filming at YouTube, but what I am guessing are the prelims are played in a small rather dimly lit room with a single fixed camera at a distinctly "surveilling the inmates" angle. There's a game table, the two people playing, and a nearby desk where the referee sits. And then they play table tennis with the focused determination of military snipers.

This is a screenshot of what is actually a nicer video than the streams at the sports book (which doesn't let you screenshot) but you get the idea.

Don't get me wrong, I respect table tennis as a sport requiring skill and dedication I don't personally possess. It's not the ping pong of it all that gets me. It's the weird utilitarian grimness of the visual, like it's footage from a military experiment in a dystopian thriller film. It's what I imagine the filmed aesthetic of the Russian Sleep Experiment creepypasta would be.

I'm not betting on the games but I'm not gonna lie that I haven't watched a few matches. These men certainly come to win.

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

Soooooooooo......???

Seeing doubles amiright?, like, wow that's familiar oh yea it looks near identical to my besties art that was posted earlier this year, I mean maybe the heads the other way it can't be THAT copy pasted I so thought

Hm. Yea it IS that bad, now, I've not seen the movie in a long time but I am 99% sure that is not a pose from the genesect movie so it's not referenced from there

"But they have different art styles!" I mean pretty sure using an image as reference without consent or credit but altering it for your art style still infringes on copyright and the original image made by the original artist. And you're really gonna look at me with the art side by side and go well duh the art style is different even if they're near identical so can't be stolen (you can still, steal something while having a different artstyle???)

"but the head is the other way and the hands are closed!" and the posing is the exact same the angle is the exact same the mouth open the sternums pointing similarly the definition of the chest in illusion to chest plate

And as well the minor differences look pretty deliberate imo? Can't copy the exact posing 1 for 1 as somebody (read nobody (save for me bitches cause I'm pissed) since people don't like to call out bigger popular artists for things like this and just let it slide because 'wellll we like this artist better so they can steal allllll the time~!' which guys popular or not it ain't fucking on), but yea can't just do the exact same so alter just enough to make it pass off as original (didn't work literally saw it in passing and clocked it right away and had to scramble to check and make a comparison refer my beloathed)

I just wanna know like, why? What the fuck? And I know swearing might damage my point but, just, I can't stand seeing or hearing about my friends getting treated like this having their original content taken and warped by other people who know to some degree they can get away with it, it's gross, if you wanna take inspiration you credit that appropriately hell even ask permission and respect if the og artist says no.

I don't think this panel should've been made or it should've been a helluv a lot different. Things like this is exactly the reason I'm scared to share my original ideas online, in case it gets taken and used specifically by this artist because I genuinely can't trust them at this point from what I've seen I don't want my ideas to be taken and then be brushed off with a "oh I've always wanted to play with this idea/it's always been implied actually! Don't look into why it's only showed up now after somebody made a post about their ocs with the same idea" cause being the lesser content creator guess what? I'll be the insane one if I say anything, I'll be told I'm wrong and have people jump my content claiming I've stolen or something because that's unfortunately how the Internet works! I've already had my works warped in a way I cant really even talk about! I know I'd probably look mad or like I was grasping at straws if I said anything then or now and at the time I valued my safety my comfort online and enjoyment online over saying anything and hey maybe I was wrong and the ideas were simply similar, but I doubt it. I know I could dig up and provide my references at least for my work, at the time when asked they couldn't do the same.

But this is my friend, and I'm not gonna let this shit slide anymore, I know this isn't the first thing this artist has, 'taken inspiration from' I use with heavy quotation marks, and I hope to fuck it's the last. But I don't know. I'm not gonna sit in silence about it anymore though, I will be calling it out as I see.

Plugging other people's artwork and original ideas character designs traits ect into your own to replicate to boost your own art makes you no better than ai art, because it takes without consent and spits out something warped and stolen.

This might come off as angry and petty and bitter, because it is, but don't mistake that for jealousy, I don't want what they have I'm not talking about this like a jealous ex trying to sabotage their fame because I know this is probably gonna damage my online rep and experience far more than theirs (or maybe I'll be lucky and this will become a tumbleweed in the desert) I'm talking about this because I want this kind of behaviour to stop. More popular 'better' artists shouldn't get free reign to plagiarise and pocket concepts from smaller artists just because they can, my friends content is not your fucking strawberry patch to plunder, it's not yours to take ANYTHING from. Make your own fucking original content. You've got your fame. Stop taking from us, leave us alone.

[froggy-demon]

Oh Deer - Part Four

A/N: thank you again for all of the support!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I just couldn’t decide, I hope you like it <3 I’m so excited to share my writings and I’m so astonished every time y’all leave nice comments I love them so much, thank you!! All of that said, enjoy!

Chapter Summery: Lilly is treated to a glamorous night out under the Vs’ roof, accompanied by a familiar demon, angst and tension ensues.

Masterlist | Part Five

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I rolled my eyes, again, and waved away the idea. “No way, we both know Alastor fucking hates me, he just hates Lucifer more I guess.” Angel was positive that Alastor was sincere in his display earlier, I was not quite as delusional though. “He quite literally said he was fucking around.” I added. Even if I found myself fascinated with the demon, I wasn’t so naive to think that feeling went both ways.

“Maybe, or maybe he just wanted an excuse.” Angel paused and had a look of realization on his face as he broke out into a smile. “If you want some real attention though, y’know the Vs are throwing that big party if Velvette ain’t already dragging you to it you could be my plus one! Val usually keeps me pretty fucking busy all night, but they are actually pretty fun. Lots of cute demons and free booze if you know what I mean!” Angle said with a wink and laughed. That’s not a terrible idea actually, get out a little and have some fun. My streak hasn’t been so great recently so I could really use a win on that front.

“Y’know that actually does sound fun. Velvette hasn’t brought it up at all yet so she probably won’t need me there, but I also don’t have anything to wear for it, I’ll need something new. I could use some retail therapy anyway.” I said and rested my head on top of the pillow in my lap smiling. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Angel lit up at the sound of going shopping.

“Oh I will make sure you are the best dressed demon in the whole fucking party, don’t worry about that tuts! We want something that will show you you off!” He held up his fingers like he was mimicking a camera taking pictures of me. “You got it all babe! The tits, the ass, the smile! They are going to eat you up, especially once I’m done with you!” He ranted making me laugh. I don’t think in my whole before and afterlife I’ve ever heard someone describe me that way. “I’m serious! Al will see what he’s missing tomorrow night!” Angel teased very proud of his scheme.

“This has nothing to do with him, but I do like that idea. As soon as I get off work we need to hit the shops so we still have enough time.” I said trying to plan out the next night. Angel agreed and we worked out the time table to make sure we would stay on track. Work, then shop, then hotel to get ready, then back across town to the party. Excellent, tomorrow night will be all about what I want, it’s been a while since I could say that.

After a couple more hours of giggling and gossip, like hearing allllll about how Husk and Angel made eye contact today and it was riveting, we settle down to fall asleep while the purple lights twinkled above our heads. I tried to calm my mind, but it raced just thinking about tomorrow. This party is for high profile souls, overlords and wealthy demons in hell, hopefully I don’t stick out too much, but I like to think I’ve learned a good amount from my work. Maybe it will be enough to actually go a whole night without thinking about the radio demon, I can only hope.

The next morning there was a renewed joy in my step as I walked down to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It didn’t matter that it was far too early to be awake, or that I was about to be yelled at for the next ten hours of my day, no, I would do it all with a smile because today I actually had something to look forward to. I cozied up in a chair in the lounge with my mug and breathed in the steam while I watched the fire in the fireplace dance.

1-2-click 1-2-click 1-2-click

I can’t help but wonder what makes him need to be up so early, what business could he have at 4am? He walked through the lounge and I tried to hide the fact that I was watching by playing on my phone. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the sight of him with curious eyes, he was less put together than usual. His ears were tucked back and he wasn’t wearing his waistcoat. It was an odd sighting for him to not have it on. Without it you could see his sleeve garters which gave him an almost rugged look like he had been pouring over his desk for hours, and then you could see his little deer tail. He didn’t greet me and I was not going to be the first one of us to say anything so he passed through the room quietly. After he did, I took another sip of my coffee. Maybe his broadcast had given him some sort of trouble, or perhaps he had been returning to his M.O. from before his absence of torturing souls he saw fit on the air. I don’t care to listen to his broadcasts, when anything important happens I will know either from sinstigram or Velvette yelling about it the next day.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning hotel I cleaned my mug out and made my way to work.

Upon arriving I could tell I was going to have a few extra duties today. They were already decorating the main event space elsewhere in the building, I could tell by the exorbitant number of tables and decor being moved around through the halls, and if there is one thing Velvette loves it is to micromanage how something looks. I go up to the studio and start collecting my clipboard and the ever growing list of what must get done today. Between keeping tv personalities well dressed, reshoots for the launch of Velvette’s fashion line, and now the party I think I’m going to need a second pair of arms. I guess that’s what we have the studio aids for.

“I need the Art Director for Velvette’s line in the studio, we need to confirm details and revisions.” I spoke into my earpiece and waited for confirmation before moving onto the next task and then the task after that. Finally some time later Velvette joined us in the studio and started barking her own orders as well. I joined the collection of demons flocking to her side for their morning abuse.

“Fucking finally, Lilly I need you to make sure everyone to set downstairs before you leave today. Make sure you have the vision plan and everything else I had them work up so you actually know what the fuck you’re supposed to be checking. If a single fucking chair is at the wrong angle it is your fault. Me and Vox have put too much fucking work into this party tonight for it not to look right I need perfection from you today. Even the seven bloody deadly sins are coming so if anything is not exactly the way I fucking pictured it, your leash will become very short.” She ordered and I nodded quietly. “Until then I need the stupid fucking art director for my line up here now!”

“Yes Ma’am. The Art Director is waiting for you with the concept photos for final approval.” I stated. She smiled, not exactly rare, but not exactly common especially while she was working.

“Finally you use that fucking brain of yours to get shit ready before I have to tell you to. How refreshing! In that case find the makeup artists, they keep running off to hell knows what and I’m this close to snapping one of them in half to set a fucking example, ungrateful little shits!” And with that she left to yell at the next soul she could find.

I spoke into my earpiece again, “Creative Director for Events, where are you? We need to check in immediately.” Upon confirmation that they were downstairs in the event space I headed there myself and we went over the binders of planning and inspiration the Vs had laid out. The event hall was really more like a grand ballroom, as hypermodern as the Vs were, it would seem they still found charm in some old world aesthetics. With massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, white marble floors, and dramatically draped floor length windows, it nearly looked straight out of a period piece. The colors for the party were blue and black, sounds like Vox won that argument. The tables were being set up with black tablecloths and vibrant blue hydrangeas, I didn’t even know you could grow those in hell. There were demons running all around the space sweeping, bringing things in, decorating the stage, the bar, exchanging the drapes out to match the color scheme.

I checked every chair and table to make sure they were level, every centerpiece for dead flowers and leaves, the stage for splinters, the drapes for snugs in the fabric. “Do we have the staff apparel ready?” I asked the director. She was a short demon who was lizard like with one large eye in the center of her head.

“No, we hadn’t coordinated that yet.” Of course not. I mentally rolled my eyes, luckily costuming was my bread and butter.

“I’ll handle that then, how much staff will there be tonight?” I asked clicking my pen so I could jot in down. 100 serves, 10 bartenders, 5 bands, 45 miscellaneous staff on the floor, okay, doable. “Keep a handle on everything down here, I’ll track all of that down, do not let them fuck it up.” I said and she gave a polite nod. Awesome, 160 coordinated outfits, because that won’t take all day or anything.

I spent a good few hours tracking down various sizes of royal blue suit vests and dress pants, royal blue suit jackets, royal blue button up shirts and black ties, royal blue knee length skirts, shoes, but it was possible with the size of our costuming department. By the end of the day I had neatly organized racks of outfits for each position and each size with a skirt or pants option. Staff was just beginning to trickle in the door and I assigned a few studio aids to help make sure everyone had the clothes they required for the night. Before it was too late I did one last once over of the ballroom. Centerpieces were good, chairs good, all the ambient candles were lit, I could see the bartenders just beginning to organize the bars, the bands were setting up their equipment, I think I might have actually pulled this one off.

I breathe a sigh of relief and I finish triple checking my work. Everything is set in place which leaves only one more thing: myself. I handover to the Event Manager who has arrived for the evening and she thanks me for getting us here, something I’m not very used to hearing. I thank her and text Angel Dust that I’m on my way out the door at work and am heading out to pick out a dress. He immediately texts back that he is on his way to the front of the building as well and we will meet there. I gather myself and get there just as he is.

Angel is in good spirits as he links his lower arm with mine, which is still a bit tall for me, and we start wadding through shop after shop. We know we are on a time crunch, but Angel seems to have something very specific in mind. Finally after trying on at least two dozen dresses and probably half as many shops, when I step out of the dressing room his eyes light up and a big smile spreads across his face.

“Oh baby, that is the one!” He spins me toward the mirror and I can’t help but feel a little self conscious. “You are going to be turning heads all fucking night in this little number! We might need to hire security for you!” I laughed at the idea and attempted to pull the hem down just an inch more. It was a very short black, strapless dress with a wide square neckline and a low back. It came with a pair of matching black elbow length gloves and I could already imagine how I would pair it with accessories at home. He was right though, it looked stunning. It hugged every square inch of my body and admittedly had more cleavage than I was used to as it seemed to defy physics by still being supportive, it was beautiful.

“Angel, it might be too much, I don’t want to go overboard.” I said biting my lip, but I couldn’t stop turning in the mirror to see myself at every angle. Angel grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror.

“It’s perfect.” He assured. We bought it and took it home with just one hour left to get ready for the evening.

When he stepped out Angel was wearing a black version of his typical suit jacket and shorts, exchanging his pinkish red gloves for a baby pink pair and kept his thigh high boots, he looked incredible and I told him so, he nearly blushed for a second before lighting back up as we walked downstairs.

“Me? Fucking look at you! Little miss straight-laced, you look drop-double-dead-gorgeous tonight!” He beamed, this time it was my turn to blush. I had added a pair of dark tights and my royal blue Mary Jane shoes, with a delicate royal blue ribbon tied around my neck like a choker. I pulled my gloves up a little more to make sure they were all the way on before running a hand through my hair. I hope he is right.

“Thank you Angel, I try my best.” I said sheepishly. Angel instead upon stopping by the lounge where the rest of the group was gathered to say goodbye before we were off. We stepped into the room and I smiled awkwardly as Angel presented me, very proud of his work.

“I give to you, the new and improved Lilly!” He sang and motioned to me. Charlie looked surprised but happy, Vaggie was about the same, but had a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Sir. Pentious had a light blush but reassured me that I looked very nice. Husk was trying to hide it, but absolutely eyeing Angel. Niffty squealed with joy and ram little figure eights around us manically giggling about how nice we looked. Alastor was nowhere to be found though. “Where’s the big guy? I said I needed everyone!” Angel frowned.

“Please excuse my tardiness, I too was getting ready for tonight!” Alastor chirped as he walked into the room. He was dressed very well, his suit looked new just for the occasion as it was a slightly deeper shade of red than his normal suit and it was more simple with a short tail coat and a chain across the chest and it had a very faint pinstripe pattern to it. He looked like he had gotten a fresh haircut and maybe it’s my imagination, but even his old cane looked a little fresher to match. As I finished drinking him in I realized his eyes were going over me in the very same way.

“Since when are you fucking going to a party that Vox is throwing?” Angel asked the demon who chuckled.

“Oh I wouldn’t dare miss it, so many important demons and souls there tonight. I couldn’t give Vox the chance to twist a narrative if left to his own devices! Plus,” he pulled a small paper from his breast pocket. “He invited me.” Alastor had a wicked smile on as he stuffed his invitation back into his pocket. Angel gave me a small look that told me this was news to him, as it was to me. I guess Alastor is an overlord and Vox does seem rather keen on him. Even if they are enemies, best to keep him close.

“Well, I guess we should all get going then.” I said and before I could turn towards the door shadows crushed over us and just as quickly as they appeared they dissipated and we were in front of the event room door.

•

As soon as I saw her in the lounge I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her dress was the most revealing thing I’d even seen draped across her figure. The visual mixing with her timid posing made something within me tick. Every curve was on display, the dress hardly covered her ass as the hem just barely brushed the top of her soft thighs, it scarcely managed to contain her chest if she didn’t have perfect posture it could be quite the display, her exposed back left her looking delicate and accessible. An anger burned in me, traipsing through a gala in such a vulnerable position, she should be locked away from such prying eyes where only I can look upon her form like this, where I can revel in it. The gentle look in her eyes made my mind race. How dare she look like that and yet so innocent at the same time, I wanted to ruin that innocent look, I wanted her eyes to hold nothing but pleasure and lust as I did so. If a soul should so much as hover their eyes over her a moment too long I might have to restrain myself from slaughtering them. As we walked into the event room Angel was quickly called away but Valentino, who blew us a sarcastic kiss from across the busy room. My eyes stayed trained on her though, she would not be leaving my sight tonight whether she knew it or not.

•

Alastor seemed in no rush to find any friends as he walked behind me through the crowded space. Hundreds of demons and overlords and hellish elites mingled around me. I secretly enjoyed his company, but me and Angel had agreed that tonight was about me and as much as I was intregued by Alastor, I knew that went one way. “Alastor, if you are going to accompany me tonight,” I turned and flashed a smile at him. “Would you perhaps be able to hunt down a drink for me to sip on? It’s awfully warm.” I asked, anxiously adjusting my gloves again. He casted his eyes across the room before answering.

“Why don’t you join me, My Dear? We’ll find it together. Then I can brief you on who not to talk to.” He stressed the end of his sentence like it was very important I don’t meet certain souls in attendance tonight. He reached to place a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward but I stepped to the side.

“Please Alastor, I’ll find my way to somewhere quiet until you return, I’m a big girl.” I teased a little and batted my eyes at him. I don’t know what his deal was tonight, maybe he had more foes than friends in attendance, but still I know how to get out of a sticky situation when I find myself in one, especially here.

“I insist, I wouldn’t want to abandon a lady at an event like this, who knows what kind of unsavory figure could swoop in.” The static crackled off his voice at the beginning. I felt his hand meet my shoulder successfully. His eyes burned into mine and I felt there was danger that I wasn’t aware of. I gave in and slowed to allow him to guide me towards the bar. It was quite busy and in the crowd my back was nearly pressed against his chest as we walked. I could feel the heat coming off in him, he smelled like fresh rain in the woods. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and kept a polite smile on as we finally reached the edge of the crowd for my drink.

Alastor left my side by less than two steps to order me a drink, I took the chance to look around the room. There were hundreds of finely dressed demons in attendance, a part of me was very pleased to see everyone enjoying the space I had helped to create and so far not a hair out of place.

“For you, My Dear.” He said graciously as he handed me my glass, if I remember the menu correctly this is a mermaid mule, giving it a violently blue color. “Now I think it’s about time we start making the rounds to say hello, don’t you think?” He grinned and placed his hand back on my shoulder blade as we reentered the crowd. It wasn’t really a question that explain answer. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, he was quite cautiously watching the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for anyone in particular or not, but his mind certainly had a goal it was focused on.

“Alastor, I appreciate the escort, but really I was hoping to be on my own tonight.” He did not bother to look at me, but he did seem to see someone he wished to talk to as we gently started heading a different way. “I fear you might not be the most suitable wing man.” I teased trying to smile at the taller demon.

“I’m afraid not, besides please allow me to introduce you to the darling Rosie, overlord of cannibal town!” He motioned to the women just a couple of feet ahead of us now. She was tall and remarkably pretty even with her hollowed out eyes and her sharp teeth she managed to look friendly and lively. “Rosie! A pleasure as always!” Alastor sang.

She turned and lit up upon seeing him, waving us over. “Alastor darling, it’s so good to see you! Who’s this little number you brought along tonight? You better keep a close eye on her. I could eat her right up!” Her smile reminded me of his, but it was more sincere. She spoke with a very old dialect, but it left me thinking she ought to be sipping tea on someone’s porch with a novel in her hand. I returned her smile and Alastor introduced us.

“This is Lilly, an associate of mine from Charlie’s hotel.” He said and Rosie gave a small applause.

“It is very nice to meet you Ma’am, I am very lucky to be a resident under the princess’ trust. I hope you are enjoying the evening, I helped put it together, so please feel free to let me know if there is anything at all you need. I am positive we can make it happen.” I offered and she giggled.

“Oh such a sweetheart, you are! What a very nice swaray this is turning out to be, thank you! I can’t imagine need anything not already provided!” She assured me and she and Alastor continued to talk for a few more minutes. I watched Alastor as he did, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, it was a nice look on him, but his ears would twitch every so often giving away that he was still on high alert.

Eventually Alastor excused us, in search of another overlord to greet. We repeated this pattern a few times, one even joked that if Alastor was going to keep such a close eye on me he needed to put me ‘under contract’, or he would. I felt Alastor’s claws ever so slightly press themselves a little harder into my skin and his laugh was clipped. Once we had a moment to ourselves again I scanned the room for Angel or Valentino, I hadn’t seen him since our arrival, but with no luck. I did however spot another V. I could see Vox chatting up an interesting looking demon, he was tall and owl like and dressed quite regally, I recognized him as Stolis, rumor had it he did love daytime dramas so I guess I can’t be too surprised.

“Alastor, maybe I should go find Angel, just to check in on him.” It almost felt futile, of course I enjoyed Alastor’s company, and the feeling of his hand sent electric currents through my skin, but it also felt hopeless to think that he was thinking what I was thinking. Thinking about how he had looked so delightfully disheveled this morning, how he might look beneath his well tailored clothes, how the heat of his body might fully wash over mine, how his hand might feel elsewhere. It wouldn’t take more than a couple skilled movement to have me out of a dress like this and I was sure he was skilled. I nearly blushed at just the passing thought.

•

It took all the strength I had to not sink my claws into her. Why did she want to walk away so badly, I have been nothing but the perfect gentleman all evening and still she is not content. I flicked my eyes back down to hers, I could smell a faint scent of attraction from her, how sweet it smelled. Maybe I could use that to keep her close. Clearly she wanted some kind of attention tonight, I could give her a little taste. “Do I bore you? I apologize if meeting so many people was overwhelming, but it would have been rude not to.” I grinned, I allowed my hand to drop to the bottom of her back, just above her dress. “I appreciate your cooperation, truthfully,” I walked us forward and bent down ever so slightly so I could whisper into her ear. I could smell the perfume of her attraction better here, her back was stiff and I could see her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. “I don’t trust a single soul here to be alone with you, My Dear.” I said, my tone was soft but I couldn’t help the static creeping into my voice. It was true after all, none of them deserved to even lay eyes on her.

She looked up at me with sweet wide eyes, “Is that why, Alastor, you’ve kept me on such a short leash tonight?” She asked. Oh I would love to put her on a leash. “Afraid I might find a new overlord to pester?” She smiled at her own jab. “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to find a little bit of, y’know, company tonight.” Her face flushed softly and felt that pit in my stomach grow.

She wanted some disgusting demon to see her like that, to touch her like that. The idea made me sick, and more so my anger grew. The image of her sprawled out, eyes so innocent and inviting, her hair like the halo she deserved on the pillow beneath her, for someone else? I had to control my anger or before I could explain myself we would be back in the hotel, back in my room, and I needed to be here tonight unfortunately.

And that reason was walking towards us now as my smile widened I was keenly aware of my hand moving to grip Lilly’s waist instead to keep her even closer to me.

•

Alastor’s grip was strong, I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, surely what I said hadn’t upset him like this. Then it made sense, Vox. While they have been throwing punches from afar via broadcast this is the first time they will have seen each other face to face since Alastor’s return. Vox was in the same suit he always wore, but it at least looked a little better pressed today.

“Alastor! Has anyone ever told you it’s rude not to greet the host.” Vox remarked as he walked into range. “I didn’t think we were inviting just anyone tonight?” He laughed, Alastor produced his invitation from his pocket again.

“Why, you personally signed it. There was a kiss and a heart on my invitation just like you always did.” Alastor remarked, flipping it over between his fingers to prove it, making Vox scowl slightly. I held in a giggle. His annoyed eyes landed on me and I suddenly wanted Alastor’s shadows to whisk me away from here. Work is one thing, I tolerate whatever abuse the other two Vs wish to throw my way as politely as I can to keep Velvette happy, but I’m not working now, and my back is against the chest of the soul Vox might just hate the most in all of hell. The other part of me wants to stand tall, who says I can even rely on Alastor for defense here, he’s so hot and cold with me. “And Vel’s pet, what a combination! I must say Velvette has only had the pettiest complaints tonight so that is as close as a job well down can be for her, congratulations!” Vox held out a hand for me to shake. I wanted to look at Alastor for approval or an excuse, I really wanted to not have to shake his hand, but I did. An acute ringing appeared in my ears.

“Thank you, Mr. Vox.” I said plainly. There was tension in the air between the two, but they both remained polite. It would cause too much of a scene for them to duke it out here in public. I felt the anger pooling in Alastor’s muscles as it felt like he was entirely still, not even feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed behind me anymore. I could feel his eyes bore into me, something I normally treasured, but now I couldn’t shake the animosity that was behind them even if that was not necessarily directed my way.

“I rather think red and black would have been a more flattering theme, but I guess blue is nice to some people.” Alastor quipped, adjusting his suit jacket proudly, Vox’s smile strained.

“It looks to me that someone prefers the blue.” Vox smirked and reached for the ribbon I wore around my neck, but before he could actually make contact Alastor moved us a step back. He held me with a force that threatened the delicate fabric of my dress.

“A gentleman would ask permission before reaching for a lady that way, and concede when she denies. Maybe you yourself are too modern for basic manners?” Alastor teased. His eyes burned bright red, contrasting his airy attitude and smile. I could feel his breath ticking the nape of my neck, under different circumstances I might let myself dwell on that feeling, I knew he was fired up. As bloodthirsty as Alastor may be, he has his values.

“You know I could introduce you to at least twenty demons here tonight who could show you a better time.” Vox couldn’t help but keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood with one hand on his hip, it almost sounded like a threat, I’m not sure if I wanted to know exactly what a good time entails for him. Vox played with Alastor’s protectiveness tonight. Ironically, here was someone who was basically offering me exactly what I claimed I wanted, but now that it’s in front of me and especially coming from him I had no interest. I was repulsed by the idea. I kept my back straight and tried to shake off Alastor’s grip a little, I don’t want to be intimidated by Vox right now. He doesn’t hold any direct power over me more than any other demon here. I’m sick of being pushed and pulled around so much.

“I’m plenty satisfied with my company. I’d like if you left us be now, I’m sure you can find time to taunt Alastor on any other day. We would like to enjoy the night.” I asserted. His plasma smile inverted. He looked like a petulant child being told play time was over.

“You’re welcome to reconsider, I’m sure Velvette would like-“

“Velvette does not care for my company, Mr. Vox.” I cut him off. I held back my shame thinking about her and forced myself to continue. “Goodnight, Sir.” He couldn’t hide his displeasure in my answer, clearly he had wanted to demean Alastor in some way by whisking away his date. He took two steps towards us, leaving just a foot of space in between. Baring his LED teeth he looked down at me.

“You ungrateful bi-”

“Be so kind as to let us get on with our evening wont you?” Alastor cut him off, static crackling off his words, he loomed behind me, his eyes practically begging Vox to push him further. He wouldn’t make the first move, but he wouldn’t step down once Vox did. Without looking past me Vox took a deep breath and straightened his tie returning to his dry smile.

“Enjoy the night. We’ll see you in the studio tomorrow.” Vox nodded in my direction with a glint in his eye. I stood in silence as he turned his back to us and rejoined the crowd.

I turned around to face Alastor. Part of me wanted to run away from here, be enveloped in his arms and just dissolve. Another part of me wanted his fingers to find somewhere else they could mercilessly sink into and to free me from my dress as we fell onto his bed. The part of me that won, however, was the part that looked at his angry eyes and smiled, requesting another drink. We could stay here if it meant he would keep holding onto me, if it meant he would continue to be just a step behind me no matter what, if it meant I was the center of his attention for a little bit longer. I knew I might have to pay for my disrespect in the morning, but that felt so far away at this moment. Right now I was safe, I was with Alastor, and that's all I wanted to think about. The ambient candle light danced in his eyes as he looked at me, and as much as he would hate to hear it, the contrast of the rich blue background only made his red hair and eyes look all that much more alluring.

He indulged my request and his grip on my waist was no longer lethal as he guided me to the closest bar in the event room. I ordered my drink and downed it to try to steady my head. Alastor gently hummed along to the band playing while leaning his back against the bar a little, he looked content and for a moment he almost looked like a regular person enjoying his night. If you wanted you could imagine him in life, whatever that had looked like, it was haunting.

“Alastor, would you dance with me?” I asked, unable to keep a smile off my face at his display. He stood up and took one of my hands in his and his grin grew as he gave me a small bow.

“Of course, My Dear, I’d be delighted.” He replied and we joined the dance floor not far away. I was, unfortunately, not a terribly skilled dancer, but Alastor led and I was able to follow. His arm snaked around my waist while the other kept my hand, my free hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes consumed me and I savored it. We had been close all night, but for the first time the proximity felt purposefully intimate. I nearly couldn’t bear the way he looked at me, half lidded eyes slowly raked over my figure before landing back on my own eyes. I wanted him to say something. Beside the fact that I was heavily focused on not tripping over my own feet, my heart raced and I’m not sure I could muster anything worth saying. This was the closest thing I could call a confirmation that he might be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe he had been all night, maybe that was why he couldn’t let me out of his grip for more than thirty seconds. Or maybe he just liked putting on a show.

I was able to match his steps as we spun around the floor. He had a slightly softer smile playing on his lips. I hoped my nerves weren’t showing through in my smile, I felt like I had it under control, but as I held his gaze I wasn’t so sure my eyes were on my side. “You are a marvelous dancer, no need to worry, you are doing perfectly fine.” Alastor cooed, thinking that must be what’s caused my anxiety. I allowed myself I look past him for a moment to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even an okay dancer, but it is sweet he would say so.

“I think you are the first dance partner of mine to say that. I stepped on many date’s toes unfortunately in life.” I admitted. Back in my dancing days I quickly fell down the rank of ladies at work to take out, I might be able to make you laugh but that’s about all I was good at on a date.

“Maybe the problem was more so with the partner.” Alastor said and twirled us around. “I seem to have no such problem.” He pulled me ever so slightly closer to him, my chest nearly against his. He was right, I hadn’t actually had much of a misstep at all. He was an excellent dance partner. He knew how to lead and to help me stay in time with him. Alastor gently guided my waist in the direction changes, or gave my hand a gentle squeeze. We were working in tandem quite gracefully.

The song came to an end and I wished it would last just a couple of minutes longer. Alastor released me and gave a slight bow, he was completely serious but I couldn’t help from giggling a little. Such a gentleman tonight. His hand returned to my shoulder blade and we melted into the crowd again. I thought about Alastor more, he is difficult, but it just makes me want more of him. I never know what I will get with him and as frustrating as it is it is also alluring. I pulled up the tops of my gloves a little, just to busy myself, as I caught my breath. I almost felt cold now without the heat of his body so close to mine, even though he was just a few inches further away than he had been it was enough for a chill to sweep through me. I hugged myself a little to compensate and blushed slightly when I realized how pronounced it made my chest. Almost immediately I felt a warm soft fabric cover my shoulders. I looked down at it as I pulled it closer to me and realized it was Alastor’s suit jacket before looking back at him.

“You looked cold, understandable given your attire, we wouldn’t want you to catch a chill now would we?” Alastor offered before I could even question him with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled back.

“Thank you, though I paid good money for this dress, I ought to show it off. I don’t know when else I’ll ever get the excuse to.” I said and soothed the hem of my dress that just barely came down long enough. I moved to shake off the jacket, but his hand on my shoulder kept me from doing so.

His smile widened. “I think you look particularly lovely just like this!” His voice rang in my ears. Such a protective gentleman. I couldn’t help but to want to tease him.

I shrugged off his hand and his jacket, offering it back to him. “Please, Alastor, I insist.” He begrudgingly took it back and slipped the jacket back on, adjusting his cuffs. I looked up at him with shy eyes as I slowly traced my hands over my silhouette, seemingly to soothe my dress to anyone else. I watched as Alastor’s eyes followed my hands. “Thank you, I think I look rather nice, don’t you?” I asked sweetly. His eyes flicked back up to mine before I spun a little to give him a better look. His grip on his cane became tight. He looked at me like I was prey he was stalking in the forest, absolutely trained on me watching what I would do next. It burned into me and I loved it.

“You look very nice, My Dear. I think you know that.” He said, his voice was clipped, but not dangerous. I smiled. It was fun to get under his skin a little, especially given how he does it to me.

“Maybe, but I was just curious if you also thought so. You look quite handsome yourself, I rather like this suit on you.” I teased and adjusted his lapels a little. I could feel his breath again on the top of my head as I did so and when I looked at his eyes they were glowing a deep ruby color. His hand curled around my wrist, plucking it off of him. I could tell he was trying to decide exactly what to say, so I continued to press him. “Oh, does the touching only go one way? You’ve had your hands on me all night. I thought I might return the favor.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at him. My vision darkened and for a moment all I could see was the glowing of his eyes and his crazed grin. When it lightened back up I knew I was back in the hotel, but in a room I had never seen before. My eyes found the forest that looked like it had been patched onto the room and I knew. This must be Alastor’s room.

The confidence I had held just seconds ago evaporated upon the realization. Alastor gently guided my chin so that my gaze was directed back at him. I knew my eyes were wide and my heart thudded against my ribs as I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified or thrilled, or both. His ears were flat against his head as his eyes drank me in one last time. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.” His voice came out low and no louder than a whisper. One of his arms wrapped around my waist like when we were dancing, but now his claws nearly pierced my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. He held me close there, I had no answer.

Alastor used his other hand to slowly run the sharp edge of a claw along a path from my jaw, down my neck, over my shoulder, then across my back. My skin hissed at the sensation, it wasn’t even enough to truly break the skin but it sent shockwaves through my system. I stood perfectly still, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I wanted him to just tell me, tell me if he craves me the way I crave him or not. I wanted more of his touch, but I was in no position to demand such a thing.

“As soon as I saw your little getup tonight,” He started to explain, deliberately fiddling with my dress’ fabric. “I wanted to whisk you up here, keep you away from any other soul who might see you in such a state.” I felt my face growing increasingly warm as he combed his free hand through my hair. “I didn’t think they deserved such a sight, but I didn’t want to upset you, My Dear, so I settled for keeping a close watch over you.” I melted into his touch as he held my cheek in his hand while he spoke. “I restrained myself then, but you have pushed me too far.” Alastor leaned his head in closer to mine, until our foreheads almost touched. His eyes were still a glowing deep red. “I’ll tell you a secret. All night I have been able to smell the lust pouring out of you, and right now is the strongest it’s ever been. You smell so sweet.” his neck dips even lower and his lips threaten to brush against my neck, the promise of sweet kisses tantalizing close. I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins, I was hyper aware of every inch of my body that Alastor was touching, my muscles screamed for me to do something. Either run away or grab him and never let him go, waiting was torture. “You have to go.”

My mind raced. Alastor wanted me to leave? We were still tangled together, he made no real move to let me leave. My body ached for more of his touch, I desperately wanted more. I didn’t want to leave this moment. “Please, let me stay.” I begged, my voice breathy almost as if I was gasping for air. I didn’t need air, I needed Alastor. He slowly straightened back up and released his grasp on my waist. My skin hissed at the lack of his heat, the dewy scent of him retreating as he took a step back. He did not raise his eyes to meet mine though, instead his voice was low and gravely, charged with static and energy as he commanded me again.

“Leave.” It was not a question. I held myself back from arguing with him and backed away towards the door behind me. His shadows pooled around him on the floor. Some seemed to deliberately run in my direction as if to grab me and pull me back but any time one headed my way another would smack it back. I watched Alastor while my back was still waiting to find the wall. He was not his normal composed self, no this was raw. He almost looked ashamed, yet angry, searching for something to take that out on. I would pray for whatever creature he takes that out on if I thought it would help. The heavy rise and fall of his chest gave away just how agitated he had become.

Finally my back pressed against the wall while my hand began to search for the doorknob. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t speak, I could barely move. Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? I don’t want to push him too hard, but it gnawed on me, if I’d caused this outburst I want to make it right. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but before the first letter could fully form a shadow shot out to me, wrapping itself around my throat and jaw. I froze, I’ve been in the position before and did not want to make him more angry. Alastor slowly turned towards me, his breathing was labored and as he lifted his head I could see a gruesome grin on his face.

“I. Said. Out.”

I was forced backwards by the force of his shadow and only was able to disconcert the sound of his door slamming back shut as I realized I was now on the other side of it. I had fallen back from the force and found myself just staring up at his door. I suddenly felt small and alone here. Just a minute ago I had been the center of Alastor’s universe as we danced and now I was thrown aside and shut out. I wracked my brain for what had set him off so terribly.

I remembered his words, he had confessed to being attracted to me, and knowing I was attracted to him, it felt humiliating. I had felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, he hadn’t technically rejected me, but it sure felt like he had. My confidence had crashed. I wanted to curl up and die. I also wanted to march back in Alastor’s room and scream at him for making me feel this way, for building me up just to crush me in the end. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I forced them away. I don’t want to break down, instead I redirected the energy. You want me to leave? I’ll leave alright.

I slowly pulled myself back up and dusted off my dress, fixing myself and taking a long deep breath for comfort.. I cast one last hurt glance back at Alastor’s door and headed downstairs.

Shame, humiliation, and confusion swirled in my mind, perhaps distorting my decision making capabilities. I debated my next move, but I wasn’t in the headspace to think wisely. My feet carried me forward as if the speed of my steps could out pace these feelings. Soon my heels were clicking down the grand staircase outside the front door while my nails dug into my palm, my gloves didn’t protect me. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was walking, but I eventually found myself down an all too familiar path.

I could see the massive glowing light of the Vs’ studio signage even though I was still a solid mile away. It was as daunting as it always was, the blue neon looked like a bruise on the hellish red sky. It was fitting. The place that I looked forward to leaving everyday was suddenly a constant I could cling onto. I knew exactly where I stood here, I knew what to expect, what to do, how to act, who to be. I was thankful for that role, thankful for the rock it gave me to sink my nails into in order to hold onto something, anything, that made me feel better. Here I didn’t have to be myself and everything that entailed, I could simply be Velvette’s errandgirl, someone who did not care what that deer demon was doing back at the hotel right now. Someone who didn’t dwell on whether or not she would be able to bring herself to look into his deep ruby eyes the next time they met. Someone who didn’t miss the way he looked at her back in the ballroom with a playful possessiveness as the candle light danced behind them. No. I would be too busy for any of that.

I straightened out my back when the building came into focus drawing on a polite shy smile.

Quietly, I rejoined the event space. The party had of course continued in my absence, none the wiser to my personal angst. I cast my eyes about the room in search of Angel, unlikely as it was I couldn’t help myself. A friendly face would be nice right now, but no such luck. So I took a step forward, ever still conscious of my looks and of the crowd, and made my way back towards the bar. Alone this time, but the night was just beginning.

Part Five

Tags: @cannibalcoyote

[just-a-creep-babe]

Can I please have habit smut? I love your work btw :))

Tysm luv! ^^

This one turned out a bit short but I just,, i love the thought of dropping hints you want Habit to rail you until he eventually snaps & releases allllll his pent-up frustrations into you 🥰🥰🥰

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

You should’ve known not to tease him so goddamn much

You didn’t think the flirty jokes or the sly touches were getting to him—but apparently, you were so, so wrong

“Awh, what’s wrong, little rabbit?” he coos, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You choke out a moan as he hits a spot that has your vision blurring

You can barely keep up with what he’s saying, your mind and body both way too overstimulated to think straight

“H-Habit,” you whimper his name, your voice breathless and shaky and needy

“All bark and no bite, hm? Here I fucking thought you wanted me to screw your brains out”

He wraps a hand around your throat almost possessively, his fingers digging into your neck

“Or are you just too fucked stupid to tell me this is exactly what you wanted?”

You claw at his arms, trying to get him to loosen his grasp because at this point, you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to

He sneers down at you, his teeth sharp and menacing as his pace doesn’t relent

Every time he pumps into you, you can feel yourself giving in—until all you can think about is Habit

“Fuck, I can see how fucking desperate you’re getting. You want me to cum inside you, hm? Want me to fill you up and breed you, little rabbit?~”

All you can do is nod

Lips parted, eyes glazed over in ecstasy—you just look too fucking cute; how could he not lean over to spit inside your mouth?

Your walls cinch around him when his saliva hits your tongue, and you swallow it down without even thinking

You instinctively wrap your legs around him, squeezing his hips, and the shift in angle is just enough to make you cum around his cock

“Fuck,” he curses, his voice splitting as dark eyes admire the sight of you cuming around him

“That’s right. Good fucking girl”

His voice is so low and latently threatening—even through your orgasm, it has you shivering and clenching tighter around him

It’s like you’re trying to milk him

Air rushes back to your lungs as he releases your throat

And as you’re gasping and choking, he doesn’t even pause to give you a chance to catch your breath

“Beg, little whore. Beg for me to cum inside this slutty cunt”

You’re panting and moaning, your brain scrambling in an attempt to keep up with the overstimulation

But even then, you somehow manage to plead semi-coherently

“P-please—fuck! Habit~ I-I need you—need you to cum inside me~”

He groans, nearly snarling, his cock twitching as he somehow fucks your even faster and harder

It’s too much

He lifts your legs over his broad shoulders, practically folding you in half to fuck you into a mating press

It has him reaching your cervix, the tip of his cock splitting you in half with every powerful thrust

“H-Habit, please—!~”

He twitches again, and then all at once, he snaps his hip forwards and cums as deep inside you as he possibly can

The feeling of him flooding your sex with his thick cum nearly sends you over the edge again

There’s so much of it; it gushes out around his length, making even more of a mess between your thighs

He tilts his head, grinning at the state he’s left you in

And after a few more languid thrusts, he pulls out, letting the rest of his cum and your arousal drip out of you

Spent and exhausted, you go to shut your legs, but he quickly grips your ankle before you can, forcing you to keep your legs open

He tsks, shaking his head like he’s disciplining a new puppy

“You really think I’m already done with you, little rabbit? After all that fucking teasing?”

His hand returns to your throat, grin widening at the fear flashing in your eyes

“No, I’ve barely fucking started~”

[hanasnx]

So after reading your lovely huttese fic I got a lil flashback to this post I saw on the accursed blue bird app. I swear he looks like anakin from this angle Open the link at your own risk 😉

https://twitter.com/dailyadultmedia/status/1614223969590349825?t=vqwQXxeXHvvWHCS4hRkxsA&s=19

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i was saving a good post for my actual birthday so happy birthday to me. thank you for this most wonderful gift. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it nor stop watching it. i’m horndog 3000 over here.

it looks so much like him i can’t fucking believe it omfgnmgmg if you have more content of him or more porn links that look like him oh my goddddd i want them allllll holy shit

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[pursuitseternal]

Dark Lord D*ck Measuring Season Two: Goth Volcano Castles

Sauron: So… where are we exactly?

Vader: Welcome, my friends, to Mustafar, my sanctuary and Sith stronghold.

Sauron: Stonghold…? You mean like, a fortress, right?

Voldemort: *grumbles under his breath* Hogwarts is bigger. *leans in to Loki* Annnnd Hogwarts had moving staircases

Loki: Isn’t Hogwarts your… school?

Voldemort: Yeah… but it’s a castle, duh.

Vader: *ignoring puny commentary* And over here you will see the absolute power that lies behind it… the active volcano at the heart of my domain.

Loki: This does seem… *eyes Sauron* familiar.

Vader: This is totally unique to the style of the Sith, the angles and sharp lines reminiscent of the great and fearsome Sith Temples. There is no structure taller…

Sauron: Uh huh… so you have a large, black, angular fortress…

Vader: Some call it a castle

Sauron: *glares* I’m going to ignore that. So you have a tower… you’ve built on some dark, volcanic plain, fueled by the volcano’s power to demonstrate your might and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies?

Vader: yes. You are correct.

Sauorn: then I just have one question for you… *narrows eyes*

Loki: *whispers to Voldy and Darkling* oh boy, here comes the dick measuring anger about how we allllll just copy him.

Sauron: *deep. breath.* Don’t you think Goth vibes in volcano fortresses is just the BEST? *happy puppy eyes*

Vader: Especially after your true love refuses to accept you for who you truly are *breathes*

Sauron: I’m going to hug you now.

Vader: Please don’t.

Probably both listening to Evanescence or 30 seconds to Mars, pining over Padme/Galadriel in the dark.

Inspired by this ever-astute post. Thank you @myfavouritelunatic for sending it to me 🤭🤭

More “Mean girls” verse to come, but this has been sitting in my drafts for long enough!

[merv606]

I literally cannot get over how slender Ralph is in real life. All those recent pictures of him with the beard really showed off how small he is. CK tricks us with camera angles, but he's still short, but in real life, he really is "just a little guy" lol. Which does nothing but fuel my Silverusso daydreams, haha. NGL, the size difference between Terry and Danny boy is dangerously appealing. And very cute! ^_^ In Mercy, I wonder if Terry will be a little taken aback at how little Daniel is in comparison to him once he gets all his clothes off. Hehe <3 Be nice to that twink, Terry! Well, at least at the start... >:3

He is quite a slender man, that is sure.

It’s allllll about the size difference!

Considering he’s had his hands all over him, I think he knows how little Daniel is in comparison 😉

[tellywoodtrash]

I'm rewatching some initial IB episodes and, if I ignore the fact that he's a monumental AH for a minute, Shivaay kind of reads as a romance repulsed aromantic. He seemed to like Tia well enough and was comfortable with the dynamic they had, and he genuinely never seemed to understand OmRu's confusion with that. It wasn't just that he didn't understand their idea of romance, I don't think he really understood romance in general. His feelings for Tia make sense to him but +

+ he doesn't really know how to explain them well to OmRu or really anyone in his family. I felt the aromantic vibes much more strongly in the Mallika track, because he clearly cared about Mallika very much and he valued their relationship, but he didn't care about her the way she wanted to be cared for and he couldn't really explain why to her also. Shivaay's view on relationships and the whole NKK thing kind of ruins this for me, but I still see it sort of. What do you think?

That's a really interesting read on his character and I think it is really quite plausible! Tia of course, was getting her romantic interests fulfilled elsewhere with D for Dobin (lmao I've missed calling him that!) but Shivaay seemed to be just fine with their relationship being the way it was (which allowed for some perfunctory intimacy, but nothing really passionate or meaningful as such.) And I completely agree with your assessment of the Mallika track as well! In the end, I'd say how much of it was just him being a poor, traumatised, emotionally constipated mess coz of his fucked up family, and how much can be attributed to him being on the aro spectrum is anyone's guess. 4 Lions doesn't seem very cognizant of the sexuality spectrum so I don't think they *intended* for his character to be anything other than a hetero asshole who is "transformed by TROO LOUVE", but I think this show and its characters have multitudes within them and can be interpreted by us viewers as we see fit!

PS - This was a really nice ask to receive; I loved getting to analyze IB - my secret soft spot show - from a whole new angle after allllll this time! Thank you for sending it in!!!! 🤗🤗🤗

[starrynite7114]

SO YALL WANNA START?

Saw a thing this morning already, between Angel and EZ who you topping/bottoming? WELL LET ME TELL YOU.

Angel is a softboi but that man will top you like a goddamned pro. You thought missionary was weak?? Not with this man, that tall body propped up over you, running those long fingers through your hair, kissing your neck, and explaining in dirty detail every way he is gunna tear that pussy up tonight. This man gave you the crown to be a mattress queen because he got you boo, hitting you at different angles, touching things you don’t think has ever been touched before. Man’s got skills.

Now, I see a lot of things written about EZ being a top, man’s got muscles for days, he’s thicc as hell, BUT all that thiccness is good for riding. Imagine that manmeat allllll laid out in bed, hands up behind him, gripping the headboard because you told him not to touch and you straddle him and rake your nails down his chest. You get going reaaaaal good, tits bouncing, and CRACK. What was that you ask? Oh nothing, just EZ CRACKING THE FUCKING HEADBOARD by being a good boy and doing what you told him.

But yea. That’s my thoughts.

I’m pretty sure this had something to do with the wars… LMAO.

[exaflux]

Spooky Tidbit [27/31]

Of allllll the stuff out there of people who have supposedly communicated with ghosts, literally no one has figured out yet what goes on on the otherside for certain. Which is pretty funny to think about actually.

Looking at it from the angle that ghosts are real and such, all sources that claim that they "know" what happens are flawed in some way:

Tech used to communicate with ghosts are unreliable at best, or outright do not work at worst.

Divination tools effictiveness apparently varies with the person using them, who they're communicating with and some other stuff.

Those who claim to have psychic abilities have experiences that are very subjective and dependent on the individual, and moreover can't objectively prove what they experience to anyone else.

Ghosts themselves could only in theory confirm the existence of life after death. They haven't moved on so cannot confirm the idea of an otherside or what it's like

Of the spirits that have moved on, reports generally share the common detail that they apparently "aren't allowed" to talk too much about how it works. Which is suspiciously convenient but ya know.

[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

Going to my mother's helped. We were supposed to stay until late Monday morning but I misunderstood a text from my husband and thought he'd managed to get the house consistently at 22°, but what he actually said was he'd gotten my bedroom back down consistently to 22° after it'd risen a lot during the day.

We did not realize this misunderstanding until we all packed up from mom's early and piled into the house again. Where I promptly became instantly overheated and soaked in sweat.

We talked it out, realized the mishap, but said damnit because we could not go back to my mother's that late. I've already put one toddler bed into my bedroom and tonight when my hubs wakes up I am disassembling my youngest's bed and moving it into my room too. Then all... allllll of the fans are going to be piled into my room onto each bed and angled to circulate the window unit's air around.

What a mess. Looking back my husband was clear, I'd just... wildly misunderstood. I think sleep deprived brain mixed with homesickness lead to me jumping at the chance that home was hospitable again.

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Last night my eldest was very restless. He wasn't at home, in his room, and he was missing daddy. (Hubs had to stay home because of work.) It took 2 movies into the night to wear out his mind enough to relax in a new room. He finally did sleep though, around midnight. (Which would be our normal bedtime but it changed due to being a guest at my mom's very much normal daytime hour schedule)

Id gotten my youngest to snuggle up to me in the other room and pass out. (After 10 minutes of crying for the same reason) but he finally konked.

I would have slept decent, if I hadnt kept hearing phantom crying from my eldest in the next room. I checked on him. Totally fine. Zoned out to the movie. And it wasnt the movie I was hearing. So I thought huh weird. Then after maybe 20 minutes of being settled back into bed, I heard it again. I debated checking on him.... and ultimately did because my mom heart couldn't stand the thought of what if this time he really was super upset, and mamma hadnt gone to him.

So I checked. This happened 4 times. The 4th time he was out cold asleep. I turned off the movie that had been on the menu screen. Snuck back into my room, and finally dozed off.

......then to be woken by my youngest scooting in his sleep. Right off the mattress onto the floor. I pulled his sleepy self back into snuggles and he passed right back out. (I should note I had moved the mattress to the floor due to this very fear and glad I did)

He scooted 3 or 4 more times without falling (I did keep dragging his still-asleep self back down to the center of the bed) I'd finally fallen asleep again.... and loudass thunder woke me back up. I was initially annoyed, but I love storms a LOT so once I settled back into my pillow and listened to the thunder and rain against the window I felt content enough to sleep. Woke up about 7 or 8 something? Which was dreadful. The boys were totally fine for the morning however. So that's a positive after all that.

The boys ate breakfast upstairs with gramma and I was able to clean up the disaster area that was my eldest's temporary room. (He'd trashed the place when he woke up before us. Playing. He found my sister's bead box. That was fun to pick miniscule beads out of long carpet at 8am)

Managed to shower after overheating from cleaning up. Ate a little bit. And just.... had a day. We existed. The boys played upstairs. Played downstairs. Tried to nap but nobody could. Then the misread text and trip home. Etc etc.

We 3 are sitting on the couch now, with 3 fans blowing on us from different spots. (And an ice pack on my chest) Hubs is desperately trying to sleep in my room before going downstairs for work. He has maybe an hour left to sleep before he has to drag himself from the cool cave he created.

I sincerely hope our repair guy can pick up the part first thing in the morning and head straight here. We cannot go back to my mom's tomorrow and I'm not sure where another alternative is. ���🏻

[jlf23tumble]

Visiting LA girly again. I do have a car! Staying in Irvine. Whenever I go somewhere I love to visit museums, book stores, and eat ALLLLLL the good stuff (though I’m not a huge fan of seafood but anything else I’m down for) I know I want to go to the Getty so I think I’m going to do that today. I love old Hollywood, music, comedy, and visiting gardens to see plants indigenous to the area. Also fun bars! Themes, speakeasies, interesting decor, it’s all about a good sip sip and some atmosphere! My friend and I are thinking of going to TomTom for drinks when seems really fun! Thanks for being willing to make some suggestions!!

Oh, man, you're here now?! For how long? I better answer this before I go to work, exciting! Okay, so yeah, the Getty (either one) is a great call, as is TomTom (are you watching VPR? please say yes, and if you are in the true TomTom mood, check out Schwartz & Sandy's for me). Let's see, LA is truly huge, so you'll want to group where you can. If you do the Getty off the 405 vs. Malibu, you can probably swing TomTom/S&S same day, sort of both west side-ish. I just checked the Peppermint Club, and that is a GREAT music venue nearby, but not sure if you want to see what's on? Bands in Town helps, too! It's a full day, but I would say if you're into gardens, the Huntington is a must see (but yeah, huge). For Hollywood things, I would highly recommend you venture into the tourist zone for two must-sees: the Hollywood Museum and Musso & Franks. But one of my fave things to recommend is a downtown loop: you can see the Broad and Disney concert hall (and MOCA) up top, then walk down (or take Angel's Flight) to Grand Central Market for food, then to the Last Bookstore for books (in between those two, the Bradbury Building is a fun looksy). For drinks down there, you can't beat the tiki bar at the top of Clifton's Cafeteria or Perch, but honestly, so many great spots! Another downtown angle is to go Wurstkuche in the arts district, then just wander around to look at shops, murals, art spaces, etc... from there, you could walk to Olvera Street and Union Station, which, yeah, ver touristy, but also still has a lot of the historic, old H'wood vibes. I'd also rec K'town, a full body scrub at a k-spa or just taking in a big mall, the original Farmer's Market area is near-ish to there, too, but all of that would really depend on how much time you have!

[mad-katsuki]

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ISSEI MATSUKAWA editon

a/n: sorry this took a while to post but its finally here! let me know who you would like to see next. also, feel free to message me in my inbox, I would like to talk to you guys & hear your guys opinions :)  next up is bokuto <3

First and foremost, i would like to start off by saying that i feel like this picture best represents being inna relationship with issei the most.

…okay now lets get into it <(￣︶￣)>

oh my fucking god. can just u IMAGINE riding issei. just the thought of it gives me butterflies. imagine its late at night and you’re at issei’s house. he’s been crazy busy all week, and his poor princess is touched starved :( you guys are chilling on his bed and you just couldn’t help yourself. you found yourself climbing onto his lap, lightly grinding down on him, begging for him to touch you. how could he say no to his pretty girl?

imagine morning sex with issei. saturday morning, bright sunlight shining through the windows onto yours and issei’s resting bodies. he wakes up before you, admiring your body. every freckle, every scar, curve. mattsun slowly starts to slowly grind against you, finding it hard to control himself. feeling him behind you, you start to wake up and turn your body towards him. “ssei?” you softy. feeling his hard member against your front, you slowly bring you hand down his body and begin stroking his cock. maybe if i take care of daddy, he will give me a reward?

missionary with issei. oh my lord. straight up butterflies just thinking about it. this man just knows the angles and how deep to go. the feeling of his member constantly dragging against your walls, feeling every curves and veins. his dick will put you in a coma. and to put the cherry on top, issei starts choking you the faster he ruts into you. mmmmm delicious.

imagine giving issei a blowjob. now ladies, he isn’t called “issei giant horsecock matsukawa” for no reason. mans has a stallion. and he knows he’s hung. some guys are actually insecure about having a big cock, but not this man. he knows he has a little princess who wants to take care of him.

issei eating you out. this man is canonly one of the best pussy eaters in the hq verse. so its not a surprise if you cant feel your legs after he’s done with you. he knows all the strings to pull; the ones that make your toes curl, make you pull his hair, whimper, squirt. once in position, there’s no going back, you’re staying there until he gets his filling. and just and fyi, (it may be a few hours).

issei giving backshots. ^also canonly gives the best backshots. call him multitalented. imagine its the end of the school day, you and issei have been sending eachother messages allllll day long. issei needed you sooo bad, he misses his pretty girl :(( you guys head to your house, and the moment you walk through the door he drags you upstairs to your room, undresses you, face down-ass up, and gets right to business. Oh! i forgot to mention. people on his team having been nonstop talking about you and how pretty you are, how fuckable you are. and daddy issei doesn’t like when his princess gets talked about, because you’re his. so every once in a while he sends videos to the groupchat xoxo

bonus: college! au. doormates issei and maki. whats wrong with a threesome between 2 roomates and the campus thot?

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a/n: tysm for reading! just curious, would anyone would be interested in a taglist? lmk in dms or inbox! as always reblogs are appreciated <3

[pirunika]

*cracks knuckles* im not done... i really like the mc of Sails in the Fog... and i will compare her to another new noble mc - Heart of Trespia.. bc even tho they are kinda similar i cant put up with her and idk why

in a way sails mc should get less sympathy since she s the daughter of colonizers (in our world) but actually i never really disliked her through the story. It helps that the colonization and slavery are like... written as evil. There is not one person who is not a villain that defends it in story.. That said she is lucky... kind of mary-sueish even with her magic stuff and swordsmanship and the way she s good at gaining allies.. But overall i can believe it.. I read it and im like.. Nice! I'm rooting for you!!! Captaining 2 ships? good! have a pet lemur? love that! the girl spent 5 years stranded on an island u see why and when she picked up the skills

Trespia mc on the other hand.. she s native to the land.. so you dont have the colonization angle.. still i feel so... weird abt her.. idk why... the sexualised outfits? i mean both mcs get them... no i dont know.. she acts so weird. she acts like a baby like i know she s sheltered but she doesnt just act naive she acts like a child like she lived in her room all her life and if thats the case it should be a horror story not drama... and it makes me uncomfortable.. so its unbelievable when she "masters" combat skills, somehow knows all about healing n every plant and taming wild animals like.. i dont believe her.. she should not know allllll these things already - i think i quit when she also started baking pies.. why is she so naive and sheltered is another weird thing even if you say its a plot... was she threatened? just how was she held back.. did someone lock her in? didn't she have rights as a noble woman or did she never question them?

art also contributes to it... the sails one looks like a real-ish woman when the other is... a sexy doll.. the fact one is literally the first story on rc and the latter is very new is so sad ,, the decline of it all