#tw sex reference

[slasherfckr]

🔪💀Slashers and their favorite Kinks (With an implied female S/O) -NSFW💀🔪

Characters: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

⚠️Warnings⚠️- Mentions of Blood/Blood play along with knife play as well as alluding to pregnancy/a breeding kink, Sex (Vaginal), and masturbation

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Michael Myers

Not surprising at all that he's big into blood and knife play 🔪🩸

Dude is also a huge sadist (obviously) but also a little bit of a masochist as well

If you're fine with it, he'll slice you a little on a breast and start licking and sucking the mess up. Don't worry, he won't leave too bad of a wound. He wants you around after all

Once he 100% trusts you and then some, he'll give you his knife and let you cut into him a little. If you're not comfortable with the knife being used at all on either of you, that's fine with him. He's more into the blood play anyways

He comes home bloodier than usual so he can smear it all over your face. The crimson of the blood matches your eye color so well. Drives him absolutely mad

Jason Voorhees

Baby boy absolutely has a praise kink

Please tell him if he's doing a good job eating you out or if his cock is filling you nicely 🥺 He not only needs the reassurance but the praises will absolutely make him pick up the pace

But not too fast unless you're begging him. He's got a good size difference on you. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you

Jason will absolutely NOT tolerate anything to do with blood during sex or humiliation. So don't ask him.

Thomas Hewitt

Two words: BREEDING 👏KINK👏

Just seeing you do anything around the Hewitt residence turns him on immediately

Unless you say otherwise, this man will always fill up your tight little pussy with his seed

He's trying to knock you up on purpose. Family is most important to him after all

If you beg him to put a baby in you during sex, Thomas will not be able to control himself

Normally he wouldn't go so hard and fast into you but just thinking about you carrying his child makes his mind go numb 🥵

If he does go too hard or fast for you and you do ask him to tone it down a bit, he immediately will.

Brahms Heelshire

You'd think this special, stinky, wall hobo wouldn't have any kinks or anything due to having to hide out in the walls for most of his life but nope. He's got quite a few kinks 😉

His biggest being a spanking kink

He'll literally go out of his way just to annoy you until you get fed up and have to punish him

He also absolutely loves being tied up and being denied a release until you decide when enough is enough (which is usually after you've had a few orgasms yourself)

But oh boy. When you decide you wanna do both at once, though

You'll have his arms tied up over his head so he can't do anything but just lay there as you take his huge cock into your seeping, wet hole. Moving your gorgeous hips in just the right way as you spank his thighs

Everytime he gets close to a release, you stop and hop off him. You sit at the end of the bed and let him watch as you bring yourself to your release

He's pleading with you during the entire time for you to get back on him so he can make the both of you feel good with his cock

"Please (Y/N), please.... I'll be good....I swear"

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👀 I think I may have gone a little overboard with Brahms' one. Oh well. Might do a second part with the Sinclair Twins, Harry Warden and some other slashers if this is well received enough.

[dark-nymph3t]

Tw: rant, sexual harassment, just creepy dudes in general

I am so sick and tired of creeps going onto my blog and thinking it’s okay to come into my ask box and send me creepy shit.

Every couple of days I get people who send sexually charged messages, unsolicited dick pics, call me sexual things and I am just so sick and tired of this shit. It’s fucking disgusting and I am so fucking done.

I wish there was an easy answer to this, but there isn’t; turning off anon submissions doesn’t work because these dumbasses don’t use anon, I can report and block all I want but most of time nothing gets removed, I’m just at a loss of what to do.

I get harassed on multiple other social media platforms too, which is one of the reasons that I don’t talk about my other accounts on different platforms except for pinterest. I am genuinely scared to check these other accounts to see what people have sent me, and tumblr is becoming like this too.

Please, if you are thinking of sending me any kind of sexually charged message, picture, anything, please don’t. Please I am begging you please don’t. I am genuinely scared to check my inbox everyday because of you; I will never be interested in you, I will never want to sleep with you, I WILL NEVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU. STOP.

I’m sorry if this comes off as me complaining or if I am legitimately making a big deal out of nothing, I understand that many other people on this site have gone through similar, and even comparatively worse harassment, than me. I just want all of this to stop.

I’m going to be posting this in the girlblogger and coquette tags to spread awareness.

[existennialmemes]

It's dangerous to go alone, take this!

[sucks your clit]

[thecommunalfoolboy]

Forgot I never posted it but I made this a few years ago <3

[luxurybrownbarbie]

It's crazy how obsessive people can get with the whole idea of virginity. Especially when the hymen can break from so many different things? Working out, using tampons, and so much more. In fact, I grew up in a very religious christian household and I wasn't allowed to go horseback riding because the women thought it was inappropriate for a women to do so.... because of the chance it could break the hymen. Also, they thought the movement on a horse was inappropriate for a women but not for a man.

I have a horrible reaction to anything purity culture.

It’s crazy. It can literally be anything, you’d have to never make a sudden move in your life to “preserve” it. It’s just silly.

I completely understand your reaction to purity culture. I’ve moved on from pure rage to simple open derision when I’m met with it now, but it still makes me sick.

The thing with virginity is, it’s not even real! We made it up! And the constant fear mongering and pressure (of both decisions!) is so silly. I even hate the language used. You don’t “lose” anything. It’s more of a debut than anything else. But even then, it’s built up to be this life changing moment, and all that does is heighten the anxiety and stress surrounding it.

This is why I feel it’s important to not be overly emotive either way when discussing it. Removing the expectations either way is more beneficial overall, in my opinion.

You are no different after your first consensual sexual encounter than you were before it. The world does not change. You do not change. All that matters is that you did it with protection, with someone who made you feel safe and comfortable. (Oh and, you should now start getting smear tests if you didn’t already!) But other than that, you’re still the same old you. 💛

[the-project-and-the-ghost]

Oh? An angel? They must have been lovely

Yes, very...

I want to tell you a story...

<inside the mind.>

You know the usual drill, as i'm a mewtwo myself: i'm created in a tube, a laboratory, run by human men and women wearing the same white coats.

After days of incubation, i woke up and busted out of that wet prison i was born inside of. I had given my thanks to the humans for creating me after i've been informed of all i asked, a mistake i cringe at whenever this memory pops up from the darkest deepest pits of my mind...

And so i left, i took off into the skies to find this so-called "Mewtwo" and become his personal nuisance... How funny is that?

I must've been under the control of whatever they put inside my head, because i was very obedient and kind towards my creators, men and women who have done nothing but make this world the hell it's become now with their mere presence.

I stopped dead in my tracks as i had spotted something deep in a forest, i've learned it's a park where people walk around, play with their loved ones, pass the time breathing fresh air... Anyway- i spotted something in that forest and have gone out of my way to see purely out of curiosity...

I cannot put into words how much i was so happy i've chosen to do this.

[ART AND WRITING BELOW CONTAINS: GORE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, IMPLIED USE OF GUNS AND DISTURBING IMAGERY POTENTIALLY HARMFUL TO THE EYE, HEAVY DISRESPECT AND BAD LANGUAGE]

They only stopped shooting when she fell to the ground, bleeding from the head and the back... I can't describe the feeling i have felt, you'd have to live it yourself to understand like i do.

But i can sure describe my anger after the initial shock of watching her die.

.

..

...

Haha- guys can you believe this? A wholeass genetic abomination! Marrying a human woman!

Steve-

I hope someone makes this a fanfic or something, that'd be HILARIOUS!

Steve put the bystander's corpse down and restrain the project already.

Gimme a little time, live a little for once!

We won't if we're killed, Steve.

What? Look- all i'm gonna do is show this thing who's boss and have a little fun with it while i'm at it!

Hey, pale bastard! Sorry for cockblocking you, but you really shouldn't be out here without your leash, no hard feelings right?

...

Hey buddy, look at her, we didn't damage her tits now did we? No broken ass right? You can still try it, she's fine! Dead but available nonetheless!

Steve, cease your immature attitude immediately.

Lemme have this, killjoy- ACK-

*the thyroid gland was torn out of the neck with telekinesis*

H... H-help... HHK-

*the entire respiratory system is torn out from different angles of his body*

WE HAVE TO GO, NOW.

Not under my watch.

...

..

.

I got my revenge on everybody who created me, they left a void in my being...

[edupunkn00b]

French Kiss: Tale of the Revolution, Ch. 14: The Road Back

Colorized version of Fighting at the Hotel de Ville, 28th July 1830 by Jean Victor Schnetz. (embedded image description)

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Logan leaned heavily against the side of the carriage, arms crossed over his chest. He’d angled the horses so they could wait in the shade until Janus to finally emerged. He kept one eye on the path from the palace entrance, the other on the steady march of the sun up to its late-June zenith. Janus, or rather, Patton, had gotten word to him that Janus had news to share and would finally be returning to him Paris. The message had said Janus would depart in the morning, so Logan had risen before the sun and made the journey out to Versailles, ensuring time for the horses to rest before the trip back in the hottest part of the day.

Patton had met him at the stables when he’d gone to water and rub down the horses. At first sight, the sweet little server had run up and flung his arms around him. “Oh, Logan, here, sit down.” He’d ushered Logan down onto a bench and pressed a cup of water into his hands.

“Really, Patton, I am quite alright,” Logan began, rising from his seat.

Patton stopped him with a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. “Sit, if you please,” he murmured. “I'll care for the horses.” Logan’s resolve melted and he sat back, leaning heavily against the stable wall. He sipped at his water and covered Patton’s hand with his own.

“Thank you, Patton,” he murmured. The little server’s hand was warm, but not uncomfortably so and, with a pang, Logan realized just how much he’d missed the young man's sunny optimism.

“Oh, look out,” a passing stable hand muttered. “Prince Roman wouldn’t like to see you holding hands with his latest favorite.” He snickered and made a lewd gesture behind Patton’s back. “They say he doesn’t like to share.”  

Logan’s head jerked up, eyes wide as he stared at Patton in alarm, but the little server shook his head, cheeks pinker than usual. “Only gossip. Prince Roman has been kind to me, little gifts of cakes and fruit. But that’s all it is.” He smiled and patted Logan’s shoulder as he stood. “Finish your water and I’ll get you more. You can tell me all about what happened in Paris when the assembly was dismissed.”  

“Yes," he signed heavily. "There was… talk of marching to the King and demanding an audience. With or without his head attached to his body,” Logan began, voice low. “I managed to convince the loudest of them, Colére, to back down and reconsider the ramifications, but…” He sighed again and slumped against the wall for a moment. “It’s not going to take much to boil over.”

“We’ll just need to get a win, then, won’t we?” Patton looked up and shook out the towel he’d used on the horses and drew them over to a trough filled with clean water. “Go ahead, you two, have a good drink there,” he cooed at the beasts that dwarfed him. 

Sidling close to Logan’s bench, Patton sat next to him. He gave Logan a little shrug, even the dark discussion unable to dull his optimistic grin. “We might be getting somewhere with Prince Remus.”

“What have you heard?” Logan asked, letting the horses’ nickering and sloshing in the water cover his words. 

Patton grinned up at Logan. “It’s not what I’ve been hearing, but what Janus has."

The dissolution of the Assembly had led to a flurry of meetings between the King, Prince Remus, and the various ministers and advisors. Twice Patton had been assigned to stock the former King’s listening room and dutifully avoided meeting Janus’ eyes when he’d found him there, quill flying across his parchment, covering page upon page with the details of their discussions, schemes and counterpoints.

“He’s bringing it all with him to Paris,” he nodded, bouncing curls backlit with the hot midday sun just outside.

"How did he manage that?" It was all too good to be true.

“I think…” Patton traced the footprints in the dirt with his heel. ”I think that’s the why he’s asked to return so early.”

“Early!?” Logan sputtered. “He’s been gone for a fortnight!” 

Patton’s smile was gentle as he covered Logan’s hand with his own. “It feels early to him. And to the Prince, I would expect.”

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Logan’s head jerked up, ripped from his reverie by the sound of footsteps on gravel. He peered down the path and smiled, the icy iron bands that had wrapped around his chest since Janus stepped into the castle two weeks ago finally loosening. Though the figure was still too far away to see clearly, Logan saw that delicate stride in his dreams.

As Janus drew nearer, sunlight played across his features, and Logan was amazed as he always was at the way Janus managed to bring life to the painted corpse look so popular among the aristocracy. Though his lips and cheeks were dyed a most unnatural red, the upturned corners, the little quirk in his eyebrow, the light in his eyes… No amount of artificial makeup could hide that.

Janus’ smile was softer, more… more genuine than Logan had seen in a long, long time. His footsteps skipped over the gravel as he turned to look over his shoulder, casting a brighter smile and a little finger-waggle wave at a lower window. Janus lingered for a long moment before finally turning back, his cheeks impossibly brighter. His smile stiffened, for a just moment, when he caught sight of Logan.  

He seemed to recover quickly, though, and by the time he’d reached the carriage, he hummed a light tune and passed his bag to Logan. Playing his part, the former priest bowed his head and accepted the heavy satchel with one hand and opened the carriage door with the other. “It is so good to see you again, Janus.” He kept his voice low so it wouldn’t carry back to the palace as he helped Janus into the cab. Even so, his voice cracked and warbled, surely just a bit of fatigue from the long journey and another poor night’s sleep.  Once Janus was settled, he leaned over the window sash and pointed at the travel case already inside. “I brought your own clothes and face tonic,” He smiled up at Janus, convincing himself it was his fatigue that saw hesitancy in his friend’s hands as he reached for the bag. “You can get back to yourself. Patton’s waiting for us just past the last gate,” he whispered just before snapping the brogue foot shut. “He’s gotten quite familiar with the surrounding woods during your visit.”

“That’s very fortunate,” Janus murmured from the darkened cab. “And… thank you,” he added, smoothing down his waistcoat. “It will be good to discuss everything that’s transpired.” Logan’s eyes caught on Janus’ new silk gloves and the glint of gold peeking out from beneath his sleeve. The rest of his clothing and the buttery soft leather satchel Logan now carried were also new.

As was the light red mark just under Janus’ jaw, ill-concealed by his face powder.

“Indeed,” Logan murmured before he climbed up to the driver’s perch and urged the horses back down the path and away from Versailles. 

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A hundred or so yards past the last gate, Logan spotted Patton’s signal, that slightly too-regular to be natural dotted line of white stones along the edge of the path. He stopped the carriage and Patton’s cheerful face emerged from the thicket. “Thought that was you, Petit,” he murmured to the taller horse, stretching to scratch around her harness. The other horse snuffled at the wrapped package slung across his body with twine. “That’s not for you, Naif,” he smiled and favored the other beast with a pet as well. “That’s for Logan,” he murmured, laughter in his voice.

“Hey there, Logan,” he cheered quietly once he’d clambered up onto the driver’s perch. “Thanks for the ride,” he chuckled at his repeated joke once he’d settled. “I brought you something.” He set the hefty package between them on the bench.  “Some bread and cheese and that jambon sec you like. Oh! And fresh fruit.” He reached into the large pocket on the side of his trouser leg and retrieved a small bottle of wine. “And another of these to share,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Prince Roman was very generous when he heard I was heading out for errands,” Patton smiled, blushing.

“This appears to be more than generosity,” Logan began carefully, frowning at the bounty Patton carried, the stable hand's words about the prince's favorite echoing in his ears.

“He fancies me,” Patton said matter-of-factly as he took the reins from Logan’s hands. “But he’s been respectful and has emphasized he expects nothing in return but my consideration.” He grinned at Logan, nudging the packet of food closer to him. “No need to worry, Logan, you know where my heart lies.”

The grumble in Logan’s stomach was likely audible to Patton, but he said nothing of it, instead he only grinned happily when Logan opened the packet and tore off a bit of the crusty loaf. “It’s still warm,” he murmured around a bite. They fell into a companionable quiet as he ate.

After several minutes, Janus slid open the tiny window between the driver’s perch and the compartment. His face shone, bright and clean, with a natural pink tinge on his cheeks and a slight darkening of his scar. “May I join you two?” he asked.

~~~

Janus waited until the carriage had turned away from the palace before he slowly removed the change of clothes Logan had so thoughtfully packed for him. He picked up his once-familiar breeches and blouse, the plain linen waistcoat he’d once been so proud of. He traced the seams, counting the buttons, almost reminding himself of his ordinary clothes. His ordinary life. 

After he carefully unbuttoned the finery Prince Remus had given him and slipped it off, he smoothed down the brocaded silk, then folded and tucked it into the case. He dressed slowly, waiting until he had removed the fine silks to take off his wig and make-up. By the time he was done, Logan had already stopped the carriage and picked up Patton and he’d half-listening to their conversation as he dressed.

He nodded to himself when Patton mentioned Roman. The younger prince's interest had been obvious, and, as much as Janus could without revealing who the little blond server really was, had asked Remus what he knew. Apparently Roman said in private to his brother everything he’d said to Patton. Janus had pledged to himself to keep an eye on the younger prince, but had neither seen nor heard anything untoward.

He slid open the little window and smiled out at them. Out of his court clothing and back in his softer, sturdier wear, Janus was slowly getting back to himself. But each squeaking turn of the carriage wheels seemed to announce the growing distance between him and Remus, and it had become strikingly lonely in the compartment.

“May I join you?”

Logan covered his mouth with a napkin, and nodded rapidly. Patton eased the horses to a stop and Logan leapt down to open the carriage. “There’s no need to serve me out here, Lo,” Janus murmured, accepting his outstretched hand with a small squeeze. “Though I do appreciate it,” he quickly added when Logan's grip loosened and he looked away. At his words, his friend’s face shone again, clouds clearing after a storm.

The three men made room for each other on driver’s perch, with Patton insisting he keep the reins for a while. Sandwiched between them, he nodded to Janus. “It looked like you were privy to some interesting information,” he prompted and turned to Logan. “I can't count the number of times I saw you in the old King's listening room." He grinned at Janus, seemingly guileless eyes dancing. “How did you manage that?”

“Is this… is this true? It's not an exaggeration?” Logan reached across Patton to touch his hand, pride and hope painting his face. “You truly have earned his trust.”

“Well, y—yes,” Janus began. This wasn’t how he’d meant to tell Logan everything that had happened. To be sure, he hadn’t been certain how he was going to explain, but Patton’s exuberance seemed to have made the decision for him. “I… I demonstrated how much I trusted him, I suppose,” he said vaguely.

Logan’s hand on his stiffened. “What does that mean, Janus?” he asked, his earlier optimism hardening.

“I… Well, he saw my face. My scar and…” Janus’ voice trailed off. This was even more difficult than he’d expected.

“You were intimate,” Logan said, eyes flicking away from the few marks Janus had attempted to keep covered.

“Yes,” Janus nodded. Patton was silent, hands tight on the reins, tight enough Janus heard the leather crack. “And…”

“And?” Logan’s voice shook. They had not discussed this, they had not planned this. The scowl behind his words evidence that when Logan had assured him he would not pressure him into violating his own comfort for the cause, he hadn’t actually expected him to sleep with the Prince.

“And I told him my name.”

“You what?” Logan’s shout startled a family of rabbits browsing in the grass and he stood, wobbling on the perch to peer down the road behind them. Patton shifted the reins to one hand and reached for Logan’s arm, steadying him. “Are you completely mad? Impersonating a nobleman is grounds for execution!”

“Remus would never—”

“Oh, Remus. So much for 'The Prince.'" Logan's mocking tone seared his ears. "I suppose once you share his bed you might as well use his first name like he was some harlot you’d wrestled between the sheets.”

“Logan,” Patton hissed, but he continued as though he hadn’t heard.

“I cannot believe you would jeopardize the movement, jeopardize the mission, jeopardize your own safety simply because a pretty face looked your way!” He sat back down and glared at Janus over Patton’s head. “All soft words and kisses until he’s sucking on your neck!”

“Now, Logan, let’s—” Patton tried again.

“Or perhaps the pleasures of the flesh matter more to you than—”

“Logan!” Patton shouted and everyone froze. Even the horses stopped short, stamping their feet and snorting nervously.

“Janus, I—” Logan’s mouth worked but made no sound. Janus stared back at him, his scar tight and hot. The fire, the outrage he knew simmered beneath his friend's reasoned demeanor burned as it splashed over him. Patton avoided both their eyes and made quiet clicking sounds at the horses, calming them. Logan hung his head for a long moment before finally meeting Janus’ gaze. His eyes were glassy with tears. Janus looked away. “I apologize, Janus, I—I—I… I have no excuse, that was—I was…”

“Perhaps it would be better for everyone if I rode in the carriage the rest of the way,” Janus finally said without looking at either of them. Without another word, he slipped down from the perch and let himself into the riding compartment, snapping the door and the window shut right before his own tears fell.

[slasherfckr]

While working on a Michael Myers x Reader fic and part 2 to the ModernAU!Thomas Hewitt x Reader fic, I had an amazing idea on what Bo's favorite punishment (NSFW) would be 🥵❤️

Enjoy!!!

⚠️ Warnings: Mentions of sex, cock warming, Bo being a dick (not that bad of one), no proofread so there's probably lots of mistakes ⚠️

Bo Sinclair - Cock Warming

Being the cocky bastard who just absolutely loves being in control, his favorite way to punish you is to have you warm his cock with your tight little hole

He'll absolutely jerk his hips right up into you from time to time and act all innocent about it as if he didn't just do it on purpose

If you even try taking it further and move yourself even an inch while on him, he'll grip your hips and make you stay still on him. (Obviously he isn't going to grip you extremely hard. Just a little squeeze to remind you who you belong and listen to ❤️)

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"Bo...please, I'm sorry...."

You whined as you felt his thick cock twitch inside of you. You couldn't have been on his cock for more than a couple minutes but it's felt like an eternity. The man beneath you let out a chuckle as he flipped through the book he was reading.

"Maybe you should've thought twice before speaking back to me, hm? As much as I love that pretty little mouth of yours....it sure does get you into a lotta trouble."

He put his book down on the nightstand beside the bed you two shared and gave you a smirk as he jolted his hips up suddenly, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

"Ahh sorry 'bout that baby. I just needed to adjust myself."

You gave the best glare you could muster as you tried your best not to start riding him right then and there. Despite your best efforts you eventually caved and started moving your hips in small circles, moaning as you felt him move in you. Before you knew it, Bo had both of his hand on your hips holding you in place.

"Now what do you think you're doing?"

Before you had a chance to answer, Bo lifted you up slightly so he could pull out of you. The sudden emptiness inside you almost brought tears to your eyes.

"What a shame.... can't even follow a simple task."

He was in the process to move you off of him to get up but you quickly put your hands on his shoulders to stop him.

"Bo please. I need you. I'll be good....I promise."

He smiled up at you.

"Look at how needy you are....you sure you'll listen to me?"

You shook your head fast. Bo smiled as he flipped you so you were now underneath him. You knew you were in for a long night

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Ahhh yeah I'm double sorry for taking so long to come back!!! Stuff has been extremely crazy lately. Anxiety and Stress hasn't been very kind to me 😞😭

[magicalgrimm]

Did some sketchers on my iPad for Christmas Eve

[imsosocold]

Character: *Is a morally reprehensible person who goes against everything I stand for and in every conceivable sense gets under my skin.*

Me: Lmao bottom.

[existennialmemes]

Mothman came to warn us, alas

No one heeds his dire forecasts

No one will listen

To his prophetic visions

They just want to tap that ass

[yonemurishiroku]

Thanks for reblogging my post

Honestly this is true....since Nyx created those little demons using HER powers and NICO'S traumas....they are basically THEIR children and Nico didn't replied when she called them like that.

So Nico now has a boyfriend and a wife? :):

Imma getting in so much trouble for this.

Seriously though, I wouldn't say a wife because. well.

1/ They're not married, obviously.

2/ They're not in love. Nyx is more like obsessed. Again, not love.

I might have talked about shipping them ONCE time, yet that doesn't mean I would shape canon to fit it in.

BUT, let me just make this clear, the Cocoa Puffs ARE the children of Nyx and Nico - the way I see it.

WARNING: I, with all my heart, do not recommend proceeding if you're not at least a pro-shipper or Idk just someone with enough sanity to not bombard me after reading some... disturbing thing. This is all sciene, I promise, but please. Prepare yourself.

And this leads us to another matter: In my opinion, Nyx's role isn't as much of a wife as of a husband, or should I say a male in general.

Why, you ask? Well if you have heard TriStamp maybe this would be easier to explain. Basically, the idea is - as I see it: the Cocoa Puffs are born of Nico's negative feelings/ traumas with Nyx' magic as the catalyst. Now, try aligning it to the usual model of syngenesis. What do we have?

Nico's mentality as the maternal substance - the egg. And Nyx's magic as the paternal substance, the catalyst. I will not say the s word, but you get what I mean.

So yeah, that's the general idea. If we are putting Nico and Nyx in a typical couple through the foundation that is the Cocoa Puffs are their shared creation, this makes more sense to me.

This is completely out of the blue but I just want to share it so bad and you seem like sb who wouldn't mind kashdkajda 🥺🥺🥺

[bonesfeelingthicker]

[teyvats-worst-hero]

ask game! 2, 10, 22

Already answered 10 last post, so just 2 and 22 for this one!

Terrible Taste Two: Electric Boogaloo

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Hi. Hello. Welcome. It’s apparently time for the people to learn that I am asexual, and thusly I view sex the same way a gynecologist views pussy:

With scientific fascination! So I’m gonna try and form enough of an opinion to answer this ask.

I think my fave is probably Heizou, because I am a SUCKER for detectives, and he gives off the aura of trying to fuck 24/7 which I find hilarious. With my limited knowledge of sex dynamics, I’d argue switch because I can’t see this hoe being exclusively one way.

Take this entire opinion with a grain of salt, I’m trying my best to comprehend how sex connects to personality 😐 (no really I’m serious-)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

INAZUMA’S BATSHIT INTERNAL POLITICS. Please. Please I am begging you on my knees, there’s so much juicy stuff there.

Watatsumi independence movement. Yae Miko technically running the whole show and yet no one questions why. Ayato serving the state above the Traveler but Ayaka serving the Traveler above the state. The unavoidable insurrection attempts after the civil war. The Raiden Shogun’s nuclear fuck-ups. The insane homelessness and crime epidemic.

ISTG, would anyone be interested in reading a fic just about political speculation plot stuff?? I am a rogue aspec who physically can only write nerd shit. SOS send help.

[elluminis]

This just in: allosexuals really do think about people when they masturbate

[cjbolan]

Up to Chapter 14 of Emily Windsnap and the Tides of Time. More thoughts...

Is Emily learning in school about Greco-Roman mythology? Her classmate mentions King Midas...

Aiden: Something about gold. King Midas or something.

Does this mean Emily is learning in school about King Neptune? Being a human school, would they get the facts right about Neptune? After discovering that Shiprock and Neptune are real, would Emily’s school have to change their lessons about Ancient Rome? I’m sure every school has to teach about Ancient Rome at some point, be it through history or English literature class. This also brings to mind my headcanon about Emily being possibly Greek...if she is, would this affect how much she knows about Neptune?

IF ONLY Emily had just waited to talk with Shona first before making her 2nd wish DX .....

I KNEW there was gonna be some catch to things in Shiprock becoming better.

There’s a recurring theme of small run-down playgrounds getting replaced by bigger playgrounds. Make of that what you will. Kinda funny because IRL the reverse is happening, with playgrounds getting downside due to safety/financial reasons.

I giggled at the mention of old mermen with “strong muscled” arms XD. Because it reminds me of this viral shot of JK Simmons:

Did Shona just imply Emily offers sexual favors XD?

Adult Shona: *to adult Emily* How did you get here? Still got that friendly guard on the border?

Millie’s future may be the saddest, if not second saddest, part of the series. Maybe even sadder, because Millie this time is gravely ill without any doctor nearby she could see. Again this also hits home hard: my neighborhood getting rapidly gentrified coincided with rising homelessness, more business closures, and more chain stores getting relocated.

Where’s Mr. Beeston in the 2nd future? Did he die of old age? For some reason I always just assumed he’s really old.

LOVE the bait-and-switch on who Councillor Windsnap is. Just like Emily I thought Mary P. was the mayor of Brightport. Makes sense as she’s known Brightport way longer than Emily would, she has the right persistence and compassion for the job, and Book 4 showed she's capable of bringing a peaceful co-existence between humans and merfolk. Until I was shocked to find out instead Emily became mayor. If Emily became mayor, then why didn’t she get her mom a better place to live than that shabby boat? Did Emily at least try? 

Are humans more feminist than merpeople? I’ve mentioned this before, but Brightport electing a woman mayor brings me back to something I noticed through the series. The last 3 books make me think human women have way more equality and opportunities than mermaids do. In the human world women can be…

Mayors (Emily)

Queens (Pirate Queen)

Captains (again the Pirate Queen)

Goddesses (Terra Mater)

Tribal Leaders (Ella though she’s technically just second-in-command)

Business Owners (Mystic Millie, Mrs. Rushton)

School Principals (Mandy)

Meanwhile teachers are the only mermaid authority figures we ever see . No hate to teachers but, compared to human women…mermaids don’t have many options. Also everyone working for King Neptune is male, does Neptune not allow mermaids in politics? Meanwhile on land Emily just assumed her mom is Mayor, which suggests women politicians are nothing new to humans. I can better see why Mary hated Allpoints Island. She went from a world where women can be anything, to a world where women can be only teachers or stay-home housewives.

Mary Penelope: …look at my life here. What do I do all day?  Sunbathe, comb my hair, maybe go to synchro swim a couple of times a week. This isn’t a life for me, Jake. I want more than this. (Emily Windsnap and the Castle in the Mist)

I wonder how shocked Jake was learning how much more human women are allowed than mermaids. 

SOOO happy this time Mary P. and Jake are still together!!! These 2 really are my OTP for many reasons One of those reasons being the only couple that stays together the entire series. All the other couples either broke up (Emily/Aaron), started dating later (Shona/Seth), or met a tragic fate (Neptune/Aurora, Archie/Millie). And they’re good people unlike the Pirate King&Queen. I might do a later post about just Jake/Mary P.

Are Jake/Mary P. the next Shona/Seth? In this 2nd future they’re still in a relationship, but just don’t spend much time together because one of them is busy working for Neptune.

King Neptune is such a sly cunning bastard. Shortly after releasing Jake from 12 years of imprisonment, he has Jake working for him. In both situations Neptune is keeping close tabs on Jake. I guess to make sure he doesn’t break the law again. Unfortunately this means Jake having to spend long periods of time away from his family, which is especially cruel after he was forcefully separated from them for 12 years. Gotta both admire and loathe Neptune for keeping people in his clutches in such a clever way.

What do y’all think Aaron is like 20 years later? Because this book keeps mentioning him.

Gonna keep reading! If you’ve read this book, what are your thoughts? Always down to talk more about my favorite book series.