#weirdly veiled bad takes. like ??

[caffeinatedopossum]

I'm ngl everytime I see a post that's just terf discourse (like a terf arguing with someone) I get that awkward feeling like I walked in on something I wasn't supposed to. Like when you stay at a friend's house as a kid and their mom and dad straight up just start yelling at their kid or each other 👀 like I am here, witnessing this. Just yknow... just in case you care. You look ridiculous and I have no idea what you're talking about

[savanir]

continuation of this thank you again @mynameisjag for the inspiration, this prompt currently has me by the throat

Death of the Father, Death of the Son

The evening is dreary, rain pouring from the skies like tears. Typical Gotham fare to be honest.

This evening was the stage of the latest gala in the crime filled city, another fundraiser for something, or at least pretending to be. 

Vlad brought his dear Madeline as well as Jasmine with him, he was planning to do some light networking but this was also his latest attempt to cheer his sweetheart up. The new experience might distract her a bit.

She had not taken the news well… when the search party found Daniel’s clone corpse in the woods.

It’s been months since the funeral, but her spark for life still has not yet reignited.

And in those past few months Jasmine has seemingly taken over Daniel’s job and has become a most persistent thorn in Vlad’s side, absolutely refusing to let him make any sort of progress with Maddie.

But this evening wasn’t about any of that. There would be no bickering between Vlad and Jazz about him aiding her in finding her lost brother. Not like she even needed his help, she and Daniel’s old friends were probably doing the best job possible in finding the boy.

And it’s not like he could tell her he knew her brother was probably being kept by one of the world's greatest mercenaries. 

Revealing that would open a whole new can of worms he didn’t want to explain.

Maddie was mostly distracted at the gala, staring morosely at Wayne and his brood.

The sight fills Vlad with an insidious sort of anger, the kind that lays heavy and molten on the bottom of your stomach. She better not get it in her head to try and replace one bumbling oaf for the next.

Also… getting rid of a Wayne is apparently a weirdly difficult thing to do… Vlad would rather not bother.

And even though he feels bitter, it is rather nice to see Madeline cheer up when she gets to introduce herself to the boys. Vlad again thinks about his plan of conceiving a new son of their own, not to replace Daniel of course, the boy is irreplaceable but… well, yeah to replace him.

After all, is it really worth it to find Daniel anymore at this point?

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

The gala is uneventful right up until Vlad leaves the main area for a breath of fresh air, hopefully find the designated smoking area and have a cigarette (it’s not like those things can kill him anymore anyway) but on the way there he saw a shadow darting around the corner and he just couldn’t help himself.

If there was any illegal activity afoot, he rather be on top of it himself, that way he’ll know what he can pull and get away with.

It wasn't until he entered a room and promptly got ambushed that he thought that maybe he had walked into a trap of sorts, oh well, nothing Plasmius wouldn’t be able to fix.

Gotham is a city of freaks but none of them are on his power level after all.

Still, precious decisive reaction time got wasted because he’s thinking of an approach that would not result in him having to permanently silence his assailant. Murder is probably rough to cover up in the city that’s home to the world’s greatest detective and bribing the corrupt police force is such a hassle… a scuffle of a mugging/abduction or whatever gone wrong is much easier to explain.

Instead Vlad finds himself tazed, tazed of all things. Perhaps an ecto infused blast into the nearby wall isn’t such a bad idea after all.

But then he finds he can’t access his powers anymore, and a mild sense of dread takes root in his chest.

That taser… it couldn’t have been….

He isn't given much time to think about it as he’s expertly incapacitated and worked against the ground.

Vlad thinks he hears the faintest mutterings, something along the lines of “we do rely too much on our powers” perhaps it’s some veiled insult directed at his current situation. Uncalled for in his opinion…

Of course he struggles, he fights back. His attacker is way smaller than him, lighter and quick with their moves, whomever this is they certainly know what they are doing and Vlad hates to admit it, but without Plasmius he’s actually outmatched.

That leaves plain ol’ shouting for help.

An idea that quickly got snuffed out when a big army knife that crackles with sickly neon green energy gets pressed against his throat and a detonator gets shown off in his assailant’s hand.

“Quiet now, or I’ll blow this place sky high”

“That seems counterproductive” Vlad can’t help but snarl.

“aww, worried about me? there is no need I’ll be just fine, them on the other hand…”

the attacker puts a tablet down that shows a video feed of the main gala area with all the people milling about.

None of them matter to Vlad, but his Madeline and her daughter are there as well, he easily spots them too.

“What do you want, money? I’m sure there are better targets for that out there”

All of a sudden there is a strangely familiar staticy growl in his attacker’s voice, “I want two things from you, I want you to suffer and then I want you to die”

this is personal then… not good.

His attacker takes a moment to more firmly incapacitate Vlad against the floor before redirecting his attention to the video feed on the tablet screen. In the main gala area a big screen of it’s own has come down from the ceiling, usually meant for big fancy presentations (but those had already been carried out for the evening) and was now showing Vlad’s latest illegal activity for all the people to see.

Inside the room people are worriedly looking to and fro, wondering what rogue attack this will lead to, others are already gleefully taking to social media and broadcasting the events happening to the rest of the world.

Personnel are scrambling about to figure out what’s going on, and a couple Wayne’s have now subtly left the area.

“There we go, all out in the open. No more secrets”

Vlad’s eyes darted over the screen in horror.

“I like this right here,” his attacker zooms in on Maddie’s face as she’s realizing in real time that Vlad paid someone to kill her husband, “that’s a good face”

People are looking around and starting to notice Vlad is not among them anymore.

“You cannot possibly expect to get away with this, the Gotham bats are most likely already aware and hunting you down”

“I know-” His attacker shushes, “don’t spoil my fun, at least let me enjoy this show. Even if you somehow manage to get away from me now your life is completely ruined” 

Vlad makes another attempt to escape, growling, “who are you and why are you doing this, how do you even know about half of these things-”

He gets his hands ran through and pinned down fully on the ground with the knives in return.

Vlad figures he must have made some noise but the painful pressure that his assailant keeps on his back is also making it harder to breathe.

“C’mon now, you always boasted about how you’re better and more experienced in every way. Surely you can use that big brain of yours and figure this mystery out, here I’ll help-” the attacker painfully twists his head to the side, “have a look”

It’s dark and the figure is still very much in the shadows but the first thing that catches Vlad’s eyes is the mask over his assailant’s mouth that’s black on the right and orange on the left, a rather obvious hint towards ties with a certain mercenary.

The dark hair styled in that one familiar way brings someone else to mind.

“Daniel”

The boy doesn’t hesitate to twist one of the knives in his hand.

“Don’t call me that”

“Danny-” Vlad doesn’t hesitate to correct even though it does come out rather strangled because of the pain, this is a bad situation and he’s not stupid, “whatever he said-”

there is a faint crackle and it’s only through Vlad’s still slightly enhanced senses that he hears the gruff voice talking to Daniel.

“Wrap it up Memento”

Danny glances at the live feed on the tablet. Proper security is starting to swarm around.

Maddie is holding Jazz close and appears to be talking to someone in charge. One of the Wayne brood has decided to stick with her, the eldest son. How kind of him.

Vlad is still trying to get Danny to listen to him.

Danny sighs, “I kind of wish I could drag this out longer, but this is fine” he twists his knee against Vlad’s neck and now properly restrains Vlad’s legs before pulling out something new.

“This is something my dad was working on before you got him killed, I was planning on sabotaging it and getting rid of the blueprints but... things change”

Danny puts it in the middle of Vlad’s upper back, “I’m sure you’re dying to know what it does. Well, it’s the Fenton Ghost Core Crusher. A bit of a mouthful admittedly. I’m still workshopping a better name, but at the very least the purpose is obvious”

“Daniel-” Vlad is starting to sound like a parent who is realizing that their kid is about to do something dangerous and stupid. It's honestly too bad that he’s not a parent and Danny is not his kid, otherwise it might have actually had it’s intended effect.

“I would have loved to see you deal with the full aftermath and consequences of your horrible choices in life but I don’t really feel like dealing with you as a full ghost so I guess this is it, goodbye forever, it really sucked to have known you”

Vlad has a second to fully regret Deathstroke taking Daniel and not taking it as seriously as he should have and then he’s too busy feeling what must be a supernova and a blackhole manifesting in his chest at the same time somehow.

After that he hears, or perhaps he just feels… a sickening crack and everything fades away.

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

There is a corpse at Danny’s feet. It’s Vlad, fully dead, the not coming back kind.

Danny figured he’d feel different, there is some vindication, and the slight satisfaction of a death avenged, but other than that he just feels rather empty, and kind of tired.

Danny doesn’t realize he’s getting a little lost in his head until Slade’s voice cuts through his mental spiral and snaps him out of it.

“Memento, time to move” 

“right”

A part of Danny wants to stay, be found. As he goes invisible and floats right through the ceiling he takes some time to fantasize about it. Would it be a bat? or perhaps one of the security guards checking the rooms, maybe it would even be one of the attendees, they would probably scream once they noticed Vlad on the ground. A security guard would be smarter about the situation, but not by much.

A bat would probably attack him once they realized Vlad was already dead.

Later on they would put a little addendum in their rogue list at Deathstroke’s name, a little side file that’s just for Danny, affiliated with Slade Wilson, name; ???, gender; male, age; somewhere between 14 and 18, threat level; capable of killing people, something like that.

A few buildings away Danny catches up with Slade on the roof.

“Did you have fun? did you get it all out of your system?” Slade folds his arms over his chest.

Danny just growls at him.

“In that case it’s time to move on” The man is already turning away.

Well, Danny can agree on that, so he follows Deathstroke away from the mess he caused at the gala and away from his mother and sister.

And here is my idea for a Deathstroke affiliated Danny

[foundfam2754]

S17e6 live reactions!

Spoilers...obviously

i'm kinda nervous to watch this because i saw someone's post on e6 before this on garvez and they weren't happy... let's see because we're def getting pen and luke interaction this ep bc of the whole tyler ex gf thing

i'm like 95% confident that this is a dream...

okay def a dream because luke is hurt

reminds me of that dream spence had close to the end of s15

what a strange song to have emily sing

okay even dream dead emily is sad :( bring her back from the dead pls (again)

yep... dream

poor papa pasta :(

emily singing will haunt me forever

i like how CM can be scary when it wants to be

aw even after 20 years, emily, jj and pen will be my favorite trio

OH MY GOD rossi's really feeling the trauma

wait this is so sad :(

you're not fine, dave. none of you are fine. PG had the right idea leaving the BAUwh

jj what are you getting at????? luke? i kinda wish it was about luke, but i knew it was about emily

beige, wasting time, and bad kissing?? why is that so penelope garcia coded?

god jj just takes care of everyone but herself, mamabear!jj is my fav

Penelope, pls don't be jealous, he's not worth it

how are garvez so normal after last week? at least their friendship is never in question

why is it awkward luke? because you're in love with pen?

okay i don't mind me some greencia banter, but they did NOT date

jfc dave needs a therapist

aww tara's the best man

kinda love the team knows each other so well, they can talk and listen without words. it's kinda beautiful

OH MY GOD i kinda predicted what tara said about "sitting quietly"

you're safe dave, we promise. we all love u

jj don't make it darker i can barely see the show as it is

i love high!emily, man

i will be using emily's chopsticks trick going forward

"delicious but insufferable" is my new catchphrase

"emily elizabeth prentiss"

super hot latino/a is penelope's type too ;)

damn pen's is roasting him and i kinda love it

i like the parallel of garvez interrogating teresa and tyler about the relationship - i know they have different purposes for doing so, but in my opinion still keeps them connected in a way - so i'll take what i can get

tara's right

luke looks so impressed and kinda turned on by pen's hacking primer - i love it; i know it's just adam, not scripted, but i appreciate that kirsten and adam keep us happy and delulu

"new friend"

i just realized this is the ultimate love square (pen, luke, teresa, tyler)

WHY are you talking about the "sticky chemistry"

penelope's a lot mature than she's acting about this, i mean they are all in their 30-40's and should be able to be honest about their FEEELINGS

god I love how much luke hates tyler

chaotic emily is kinda terrifying

"just run through the field and catch all that rye" HAHAH FUCKING LOVE YOU EMILY

emily you know she loves cheetos why would you leave them out

lmao high!jj

oh this is the elevator scene from the trailer where the walls collapse in

this show can be very scary when it wants to be (hasn't been for me in a while because i rewatch and know what's gonna happen)- and I like that they're leaning into it

lol are they hinting that they were both attracted to tyler because they have grief-related trauma and he's a good, desperate short-term solution

oh my god they were not dating

OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT LUKE AND TYLER HATE EACH OTHER

sir, agent alvez sir, need i remind you that only 7 years ago you were also the lone wolf type?

"rattle off a list of your victims you know, besides penelope and teresa" GO OFF LUKE ALVEZ OMG

this is weirdly hot

"ever take matters into your own hands, luke?" is that a thinly-veiled comment about the fact that everyone knows about his feelings but he is yet to do anything about it yet? or am i too much of a garvez shipper and i'm reading garvez into every pen or luke interaction on this show

aw ex bf and boyf bonding!

"who have you pissed off recently?" lol besides you lukey?

why is voit doing sit-ups? man, he is weird

why don't they call him "Lee?" i feel like it would affect him more

62!?

god voit's a good profiler

elias has strong daddy issues and i think he needs dave's approval

what is he repressing? krystall?

oh my god voit's such a good villain

yeah man, don't date tyler if you don't want your trust violated or safety threateneed

oh my god are jj and em gonna fight?

no don't tease a relationship between teresa and luke please i can't

OMG, we finally got a GARVEZ confession!!!

"she knows i love her" luke you're breaking my heart, he sounded so sad :(

but also --- does she know? y'all never said it... and she needs the words said to her. she's not great with subtext, luke

i love that teresa's not letting him excuse his feelings or his inaction

GOD NO DO NOT DATE EACH OTHER I CAN'T TAKE LUKE DATING SOMEONE ELSE RIGHT NOW PLS

no elias, you ARE a fan boy

"honestly" "trust me" those words don't mean anything coming from you elias

god guys you're so much smarter than him, please stop trusting him PLEASE

"this was fun, dave!" god elias just likes fucking with them

yay!! tyler character development

i simultaneously love and hate this tyler / luke bromance

"we are stronger than anyone gives us credit for" YES SO TRUE I LOVE THESE TWO WITH ALL MY HEART

"it gives me you" aw, jemily fans are gonna lose their mind aren't they, but also they're my fav bff duo

"let's fucking go" LOVE YOU EMILY SO HARD

wtf teresa; oh my god this love square is going to kill me

"north star is us, the BAU" DAMN that's powerful

[yslende]

cabin 16 ー children of nemesis headcanons

| author's note: yeah i only really made this because i figured out that nemesis would be my godly parent. quite a few of these are based on me. probably not going to do any more of these, if only because i'd be unable to emulate this amount of detail again.

vindictive. do i even need to say it.

ambidextrous. the lot of them.

all of them have stares that seem like they look right through you. 

insane resting bitch and poker faces. nothing shows unless they explicitly let it.

⬆️ however, any emotion they feel, they feel it STRONGLY. happiness? more like euphoria. sadness? more like depression. annoyance? more like fury. (the furies *wish* they had what nemesis kids do.)

they're the type of people to be fashionable by default because all they wear is black, red, and Leather Jacket (which is a color in itself.)

⬆️ despite this, they don't mind the camp shirts, if only because everyone else is wearing them.

three options: read rulebooks for fun, be the reason rules are created, or both. 

they treat death like a trip to the dentist: an unpleasant inevitability. 

unshakeable loyalty. once you've got a nemesis demigod on your side, they'll follow you to tartarus and back.

⬆️ likewise, if you harm them or their friends, there is nothing they won't do to get back at you. nothing is beneath them. be terrified.

natural skeptics. nemesis is a daughter of nyx, so some of her kids have likely been to the underworld. they've met shades. even so, they'll passionately argue against the existence of ghosts.

weirdly good memory. of course, they remember every insult said about them, but they also remember how many arrows you shot into the woods at archery practice last tuesday. especially good with remembering strings of letters or numbers.

⬆️ they're some of the few demigods that can do math. they do it for fun, that's how bad it is.

really good at strategy, but often people don't go along with their plans. see: nothing is beneath them.

geese fucking love them. a common sight at chb is watching geese try and bite everyone's faces off, then trip over themselves to be pet like drugged cats by the nemesis cabin.

all super good at board games, especially chess, settlers of catan, and monopoly. uno skills are 50/50.

they're the type of people to save every deus ex machina item in a video game for later, and then proceed to never use them.

great sense of balance. they're great at tightropes, and can do triple pirouettes (a type of turn in ballet) easily. they like perching in trees and watching during capture the flag if they're not fighting.

if you're unwilling to debate or close-minded, be prepared to find spiders in your underwear. *especially* if you're an athena kid.

⬆️ probably have a tarantula as a cabin pet, named 'houdini,' because he keeps ""escaping"" to the athena cabin. it's super unfortunate like that.

⬆️ they also probably have a favorite wild goose, too. 

there are no extroverted nemesis demigods. if one seems like an extrovert, they're either in denial or masking super hard.

they're the type of people to do all of the group project work alone. they have no patience for anyone who can't pull their weight.

each have their own methods of organization. if you touch their stuff you will die. they always know.

can't sleep without the ends of their blankets tucked underneath the mattress and the sides perfectly even. it just feels off to them.

socialism. communism. literally anything except pro-capitalist. look at me in my face and tell me i'm wrong.

optimistic pessimism? very 'the glass is half-empty, but at least there's something in there' vibes.

about as blunt as a club. if you want the brutal truth, ask a nemesis kid about your swordsmanship. you'll come out crying.

they take things very literally. jokes often fly over their head, but they catch sarcasm and veiled insults faster than hermes runs. 

always take things seriously. even things that aren't supposed to be taken seriously. like 'packing rocks in snowballs' seriously.

all of them despise bullies with all of their being. there isn't a nemesis demigod who won't introduce their knee to a bully's crotch for fun. hades, they'll *pay* you to let them do it.

their fighting skills and athleticism increase when serving justice, revenge, or vengeance. like normally, they're really good, but then someone steals their marshmallow or something and then they get REALLY good.

like to put extra effort into scaring and prank new campers before being nice to them. trial by fire, i guess.

however, after the inital hazing, they protect unclaimed kids with their lives. again, see: nothing is beneath them.

want to know everything, including but not limited to why you didn't put any grapes on your plate to every single reason why your godly parent acts the way they do towards you. once again, see: nothing is beneath them.

fight best with either a sword or a shield, but they're especially good with both. 

(sidenote: their favorite swords would probably be executioners' swords, which imo are super fucking cool. their favorite shields would probably be aspis (roman: clipeus) but specifically the ones with faces or figures carved in them.)

nemesis isn't a super caring mother tbh. she punishes her children mercilessly if they do something wrong or malicious. however, likewise, she praises them lavishly whenever they complete a quest or do something that demonstrates the power of cabin 16.

⬆️ her kids either have huge problems with authority or zero problems with authority. most swing wildly between the two, but that's what balance means, right?

friends with cabins: 1, 5, 8, 13, 15, 20

chill with cabins: 3, 9, 12, 14, 17, 19

does not get along with cabins: 4, 6, 7, 10, 11, 18

[rubensmuse]

datv writing talk

i dunno how to describe this exactly, but dragon age has always had a little bit of a problem with characters who like. maybe shouldn't have complete information about something not only having it, but also forming these really uncomplicated opinions about it right off the bat. & i feel like it's weirdly bad here with the veil jumpers. strife and irelin kind of get away with it since they're not only researching this stuff but have been doing it for years, presumably, but like. a decade is not a long time in the life of a culture. these were your gods? your parents' gods? your people's? it's very weird how comfortable you guys are with having to completely change your understanding of who they are and how you should feel about them. it's like if we discovered jesus was real and also evil and then we mostly just talked about him in terms of powerscaling and how many tanks we should bring to take him down.

idk maybe everyone is just crazy good at compartmentalizing in thedas

[moongirlcleo]

Laxus Dreyar x Fem!Reader

summary: madam i am in dire NEED of laxus headcanons. both nsfw and sfw. some general headcanons would be super cool as well as maybe him being whipped for his badass girlfriend or girl he has a crush on and everything that would come with that. cause i just KNOWWW that natsu would find every excuse to bring it up in a conversation. and also gildarts (girlfriend’s padre) take on it. i deeply apologize if this is worded weirdly 😭 thank you and goodnight!! CW: SFW and NSFW. A/N: Ok why is it whenever someone requests Lexus their asks make me crack up 😂😂😂 y’all are too much but I love you sm! Also sorry this is so heckin late. I had a few other nsfw whipped Laxus requests so I tried to combine all the requests into the one shot.

I imagine Laxus being such a tsundere to his friends, but the Thunder Legion always calling him on his shit. Think him giving Ever and Bickslow attitude about a mission and Ever just laughing at him telling him he’s such a grandpa.

Laxus loves his hair being played with. It calms him down instantly.

Since his fave music is Rock and Roll I can totally see him being into Metallica and Pierce the Veil tbh. It gives him the energy to finish his workouts.

When Laxus actually falls for a girl, he falls hard. But that’s not to say he’s whipped for them. Only yn has ever gotten him that drunk in love.

Laxus’ favorite food is Katsudon. I don’t make the rules.

He’s secretly ashamed of how bad his handwriting is, because of how Makarov used to yell about his “chicken scratch” all the time as a child.

It’d been three days since the lightening dragon slayer had seen you. Laxus hated to admit it, but he was really down bad. He couldn’t remember a time where he counted the minutes until he’d see someone again, it just wasn’t like him. He crossed his arms with a sigh, hoping that these irritating feelings would die down. He needed to clear his head. Yeah, that was the thing he needed. Laxus pushed himself out of the chair he was sitting in and went toward the door to leave when he heard it. Your voice.

[nanamis-bigtie]

a lot has happened lately, but so far i haven't made any official statement about my decisions and the path i want to take as a writer. it was a long road of trial and error & detailed examination of conscience in regard of my bad habits, gained experience, and goals and expectations. there are some massive changes that i need to address, followed by explanation of my decisions. i know i don't need to explain myself but i feel it's only fair to my loyal readers to share at least little insight into the context.

I. One Piece goes on indefinite vacation...

not going to lie, i was falling out of this fandom for years. it's started in 2021 when i fell victim to bullying and stalking, initiated by a widely-known (and still active, as far as i am aware of) x reader writer. it's the biggest reason for my slow withdrawal but not a sole one: pressing discourse around my comfort characters, toxic environment i fell into when looking for a relief from relentless bullying, forcing myself to write for topics and characters i didn't even like, readers overstepping my boundaries over and over again, falling into a trap of purity culture...oh, the list is long. way too long.

i still love one piece but i don't want to create for it en-masse anymore. right now it's just a wound that's far from healing, i need to treat it at my own pace. aside from an occasional poke at sapphic topics and my fav trio, i doubt it will appear in other way than commissions or gifts for friends. and some characters (kid, sanji, marco, katakuri, shanks & a few more) will never return.

II. ...but new fandoms arrive!

jujutsu kaisen is right now the main love of my life & will remain as the main fandom for long. but i found more series and characters i adore enough to feel that creative spark buzzing in my veins. soon you should see fics appearing for: demon slayer, chainsaw man, haikyuu and hell's paradise!

i'm keeping my head low rn when it comes to requests but i want to hold at least a kinktober open for them so you definitely will have an opportunity to see your faves from those series from me!

III. It's a gender neutral & afab Y/N sphere now!

it's something that was inevitably floating over me and my fics (and some of y'all definitely caught the whiff of it already), but i couldn't quite find courage to put a hard limit. we all know how it is in the y/n circles: way too many people expect from writers to cater to everyone, and treat it as a personal offense if you prefer to play in your own sandbox. as if writing y/ns was "activism", not a fandom activity like any other.

so, i won't force myself to write against myself anymore. i feel the most happy and comfortable when i make my y/ns gender neutral and when i'm giving them vaginas (and sometimes boobs) when i'm writing smut with them. i don't want to battle my weirdly-veiled dysphoria to force female reader out of myself. i don't want to stress myself while writing amab y/n, from the sheer biological fact of being unable to relate via lack of penis, to being sick and tired of the toxicity and misogyny that m!reader circles reek of.

so, gender neutral and afab it is. sometimes i will stray towards afab nonbinary or transmasc direction, if i feel like i need some good gender vibes coming from my fics.

it doesn't mean i will never write different y/ns. commissions, gifts for friends, exchanges, random ideas for a plot that requires a specific kind of y/n, sapphics feels, and such will appear here and there. i will also interact lots with f!reader fics, since it's what i see lots around & don't mind reading, if i feel more fem or if it's from a writer i like and trust.

incoming ino x reader (that i hope to publish tomorrow) will be the last non-sapphic f!reader that will appear for a long while. all requests i'm keeping in my drafts right now will be turned into completely gender neutral or from fem to more general afab reader (i don't have any requests for amab readers rn anyway). unless you really don't want to have f!reader taken out of your request - then please, let me know, i will delete it so you can head with it to a different writer.

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V. And what am I going to do now?

write, write, and write even more! i wanna write the in the heat of spring drabbles before the spring is gone, have three fully-fledged multichapter fics outlined and itching to be written and posted, and an interactive event with which we will welcome the summer 💦

in june i want to publish a few sapphic fics that i had in mind for a while now & later towards the second half of summer (think august-september) i'll smile at you again with a kinktober i really want to complete this year!

there might be a few smaller events on the way, depending on how busy i'll be. there's an idea for dilf enjoyers and for a chubby y/n, as well as many others that still didn't take a clear shape.

i also didn't forget about the kiss event and nonsexual acts of intimacy for the fluff enjoyers!

if you survived this wall of text (or just scrolled down here lol understandable) - thank you for your patience, understanding, and support. whether you're here with me since the very beginning or clicked the follow recently, i'm happy to have you here ❤ if you have any questions or just want to talk, my askbox is open for any kind of interaction! and if you want to support a poor writer who has way too many health-related spendings lately, you can buy me a ko-fi ❤

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i always considered saiki aro, but you make me really rethink with kubosai. .

THATS SO LOVELY, i know you didnt ask but.. im going to take this opportunity to talk a little about my stance on kubosai and saiki's sexuality.. i mean i have talked about it multiple times but still, lots of people dont see what i see in these things sooo im gonna keep talking about it lol..

(under the cut cuz i made this WAYYY longer than i meant to, sorryyyy..)

i still see saiki as aroace personally !! just not romance repulsed aroace, rather just on the aroace spectrum.. i think hes the type of person to use 'queer' and 'aroace' as umbrella terms for himself instead of caring about specific labels, but if i had to, i would say he fits best with demi based on my interpretation.. (i usually see him as with no preference, but based on the text its easy to see him as having a preference for men too..)

i do get why people would see him as romance repulsed and its a lovely hc, but i see saiki as mlm, at least in the way i interpreted it.. i mean, he almost straight up says he has a crush on satou in the manga.. its great if people interpret it as a 'squish,' but i personally dont see that,, he kinda blatantly threw them in a romance chart together, blushes every time he sees him, etc. HOWEVER aroace people who relate in some way and project their experiences onto saiki will ALWAYS be valid, so i dont care !! i literally do that lmfao im an aroace lesbian,,

anyway, saiki has a lot of silly tsundere moments that lots of people who dont really look at the show past surface level (and usually dont read the manga) see as him literally hating his friends, family, romance, etc when its very much shown how hes being a tsundere and he LOVES his friends, family, AND romance.. (canonically loves romance not as in he definitely experiences romantic attraction, but as in he just is weirdly into love stories and such but wont admit it lmao, i talk about that chapter where he gets obsessed with those strangers love story he saw with psychometry but its just so good lol..) so i think that misinterpretation is where a lot of the discourse in this fandom comes from, like people who think he GENUINELY hates teruhashi ? they r literally best friends he cares about her so much..

kubosai is a ship i started loving, not really from seeing their canon interactions, but from analyzing the characters in the manga and seeing who i think would actually fit together and have a good dynamic..

im very weak for characters who are ashamed of their dark past, afraid of their own strength and that they might hurt the people they love, scared to tell their loved ones their secrets, etc.. and kuboyasu and saiki fit the bill perfectly, so i looked at them and immediately thought BOOM what if they were in love..

their dynamic is fun, even though we didnt get a lot of canon interactions.. theyre so similar yet SO different at the same time..

they both have pretty tragic pasts and family lives, both VERY protective of their friends and family and would do anything for them, both have bad coping mechanisms (mostly refusing to acknowledge that anything is really wrong at all), etc.. and yet, theyre almost opposites in the way they actually carry themselves..

saiki appears apathetic at all times in front of others even though his internal monologue or how he expresses himself when hes alone can be really emotional.. kuboyasu is pretty happy all the time even though he has pretty thinly veiled anger about half the time..

kuboyasu is just a human boy who was taught to take up as much space as possible for his survival, defend himself with his fists, honesty and loyalty and trust are essential, etc, while saiki is an almost-god whose upbringing taught him to try his best to take up NO space at all for his survival, dont get involved unless its from afar, dont get close with anyone, dont trust anyone, etc..

saiki prefers to protect his people from in the shadows, going as far as to literally stalk them to make sure theyre okay without their knowledge, while kuboyasu is unafraid to show how much he cares and prefers to literally come out swinging to protect his people.. put them together and you get two silly guys who will literally protect the other with their life despite knowing damn well that theyre both fully capable of protecting themselves..

kuboyasu is also like.. one of the only people in the cast other than saiki who can be like.. a voice of reason sometimes.. he would be so good for saiki and would make damn sure he knows when hes being irrational or dramatic (because cmon, its saiki.. hes such a drama queen all the damn time..) and i just think he needs that in his life..

yasu would reign saiki in when it comes to his everyday dramatics, and in turn saiki would reign yasu in when it comes to his over the top romance standards (and probably his anger issues and overreactions too..) and yet at the same time they would take comfort in each others silliness.. saiki may be like "we cant just drop out and get married, thats not how it works" but isnt it so refreshing for him to have someone that cares about him so unconditionally ?? unlike his own family ?? itd scare him at first, but hed make yasu tone it down to a healthier extent and itd become soo comfortable..

[delicatecentipede]

hello !!!

you can call me mad , rysan , or nat. i use xe , he , and she pronouns. i am italian and a teenager. i am also both mentally and physically disabled (adhd, ptsd , and rheumatoid arthritis). my favorite color is red, if you couldn't tell. also , i am from ny.

i am transgender , and cupiosexual

(also , just wanted to add that english is not my first language. please forgive me if i speak weirdly and / or use the wrong words).

i have many social medias (delicatecentipede on instagram , spacehey , youtube , pinterest , deviantart , newgrounds , and discord . if it's a site or social media that doesn't allow me to put my full username due to the character limit , it's delicenti).

i am an emo and i also enjoy wearing spiked chokers / bracelets. my favorite bands include but are not limited to :

my chemical romance , the used , panic! at the disco (mostly pre-split stuff ), fall out boy , pierce the veil , paramore , green day , the ramones , falling in reverse , yellowcard, isles and glaciers , sleeping with sirens , blink-182 , mayday parade , jimmy eat world , taking back sunday , simple plan , black veil brides , motionless in white , the academy is , linkin park , before today , weezer , the venetia fair (NOTE : i do not support anyone problematic here).

i'm also in the camp here & there fandom.

i have a typing quirk , which is only using lowercases and putting spaces between special characters (for example , instead of puting "okay!" or "maybe/yes" , i put "okay !" and "maybe / yes"). if you ever need me to put an id for an image i post , don't be scared to dm me or put a message in my askbox to do it !!

also , quick warning , i only post art every few weeks. it is hard for me to draw due to my arthritis, but i try my best to draw when my pain isnt so bad. if you reblog my art and it has some sort of trigger in it , please remember to pass that trigger along in the tags so nobody is hurt.

a few fun things :

my neocities graphics site

i’m willing to voice a character in a podcast or webshow as long as the character isnt sexualized or an adult (the reason for only wanting to voice characters that are minors is because of how fucking weird people are on the internet, sorry)

also, my old urls used to be lemondemonmakesyourteethturngrey , c3ntipede , sorensuffer , matthew-neapolitan , and delicate-centipede . i am delicatecentipede on most socials

TAGGING SYSTEM :

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[frasier-crane-style]

Hey, so I saw your post about Quiet on set from a few days ago and it just rubbed me the wrong way. I tried to write a comment a bunch of times but articulating this point is weirdly stressful and kind of nit-picky. This is in no way an attack, I just want to engage in a discussion about it, and maybe understand your point better.

I disagree with a fair amount of what was said about censorship, censorship and age recommendations are at the baseline guidelines that are there to help inform parents. And what it seemed like you may have wanted to acknowledge is that children and parents have a choice in what they watch. (Is that what you meant about the Bluey comment?)

The best way for me to state my disagreement is with the line about dog food, "both a man and a dog can eat dog food". It implies that anything goes and the issue is with puritanical censorship; but if we take the analogy further the implications are different. Starting with the fact that dog food is not safe for human consumption, it is processed at a different standard and the quality and regulations for it are different from that of our food. Sure you can eat dog food in a pinch but you are running the risk of becoming quite ill, even if the risk is slim. So if we apply that to what you were talking about: it is dangerous to kids who are in the industry and can negatively impact the children who are consuming those pieces of media. I will agree its definitely much worse for the children in the show, who are forced to act out sexual innuendos because their job depended on it. But the logic about dog food is flawed and implies that its all okay. I don't know if that was the intention and I am inclined to believe it was not.

Thank you if you took the time to read this, and no pressure to respond

Look, someone Blazed the original post, which is both flattering and a little frustrating, because it means it went outside my little curated bubble and people are engaging with it who don't have Trusted Media Literacy Confirmed status. But I did say, straight up, that I wasn't for "anything goes in children's media," that there is a line that shouldn't be crossed, and that there was a big difference between slightly off-color wordplay (fingerprints/Finger Prince, how do you go from an A to a D?) and children performing veiled sex acts.

("I'm not talking about some of the outright fetishistic stuff, but simple wordplay in teen shows." "(Sex jokes acted out by adults /= sex jokes acted out by children)")

My concern was basically that, in their justified and understandable outrage over Schneider and his associates' actions, people would go overboard, throw the baby out with the bathwater, and declare war on anything that HINTED at adult content within children's media, such as a rather harmless puberty joke about bosoms in a show aimed at teens. Moral panic is a helluva drug.

Moreover, I believe that part of children's development is consuming media with more mature (but still appropriate) themes as they age. Sometimes even a little inappropriate. Ask most guys and they'll recall being taken to see R-rated action movies with their dads when they were twelve or so. Most women have fond memories of teen sleepovers where they watch movies like Coyote Ugly, Charlie's Angels, or Burlesque.

This is a natural part of growing up. The boys don't see something insane like Terrifier, they see something like Die Hard that's just a bit more intense than PG-13 (or Saving Private Ryan, which is kinda insane, but it's also historically edifying and also Spielberg is the man). And girls don't see something like Bible Black, they see something that's a bit raunchy, but overall harmless and fun.

I just think about this some because I have a lot of nieces and nephews, the oldest is six, and I'm going like "ooh, is she ready for Jackie Chan movies? Would Rumble In The Bronx be okay for her? There is that bit where they beat up Jackie pretty bad... BTAS might be too much for her, but The Brave And The Bold is really silly and lighthearted, she'll probably like that." And there's a lot of stuff that, on God, I am not showing her for a long, long time. I've hidden my Tales From The Crypt DVDs because just seeing the Cryptkeeper on the cover scares her. So I am not advocating for showing Texas Chainsaw Massacre to five-year-olds. I am saying that, by the time they're eighteen, they should be ready for Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and the way they get ready is to see the occasional Ghostbusters or Jurassic Park.

[cowboyemeritus]

Libations (Papa IV/Reader)

You feel like your baby is growing up too fast. Copia helps take your mind off of it. (18+)

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“I had a feeling I would find you in here, cara mia.”

Copia’s voice startles you out of your meditation and you jump. It seems he snuck up behind you while you were lost in prayer. You turn to look as he kneels beside you at the altar and makes the traditional gesture of reverence towards the ground. No one knows exactly what to call it. Upside-down crossing yourself? Reverse-crossing? Uncrossing? Millennia of history and still no proper name for it. Some church you lot are.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you say quietly, meeting his gaze. Despite the small smile that graces his features, there is worry in his eyes. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“A lot is happening up there?” he asks, gently poking you on the forehead with his index finger. You merely nod in response.

“Si, si,” he says. “I had a feeling this was true. Why don’t you tell Papa what is the matter, eh?” You let a small laugh out through your nose.

“It’s dumb,” you sigh, looking up at the vaulted ceiling of the chapel. Admiring the painted stars, your attention is instinctively drawn to where you know the constellations are. It’s a habit you’ve had ever since you joined the Church, discovering early on that it helps pass the time during particularly dense sermons. Not like you’d ever do that now, though; something tells you that’s not exactly proper Prime Mover behavior. Besides, how could you ever be bored when it’s him in the pulpit?

“Dumb?” Copia asks, incredulous. “Never.” He maneuvers himself so that he’s sitting in front of you now, his hands on your shoulders.

“Amore mio,” he all but begs. “Talk to me.” You laugh again.

“It’s probably just hormones or something, really.” Copia quirks an eyebrow. That answer clearly isn’t enough for him. You let your posture sag before you continue.

“I just…” You have to collect your thoughts for a moment. “I’m just weirdly emotional about Regina.” Remembering your infant daughter prompts you to look around the room. “Wait, where is she, anyway?” To your relief, the smile returns to Copia’s face.

“The Ghouls are watching her,” he says. “Cirrus called it ‘pack bonding.’” You’d think she was one of their kits, they way they dote on her. Even before she was born, the hellish creatures fawned over her, never letting you and your swollen belly out of their sight. The memory makes the weight pressing down on you feel a bit lighter. 

Copia gestures for you to continue. “I don’t know, babe. It’s just weird to think about how fast she’s growing already.” Fast indeed; your baby isn’t even a year old yet and is already walking and beginning to talk. So young, and already so smart. Copia says she takes after you. Looking into her two-toned eyes, however, you’re not so sure.

“What if… What if she’s the one?” Reflexively, your gaze shifts to the statue of Baphomet just beyond the altar. Its eyes, carved from blood red stone (carnelian, you guess), bore into you. Copia cocks his head to the side.

“You say that like it is a bad thing.” You sigh again.

“Of course it’s not a bad thing. I just… that’s a lot of responsibility for a little girl, you know? I don’t want her to grow up too fast like you and I did.” Copia considers your words quietly. A beat passes before you speak again.

“Is it wrong for me to want that for her? Will the Dark One strike me down for wanting my baby to have a normal life?” Internally, you question if that's even possible.

Gently, Copia wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. He lightly pets your head, wanting to provide comfort but knowing better than to mess with your veil. You’ve always been very particular about it, meticulously pinning the garment in place every morning so that it feels right on your head. The last thing you need, he knows, is to have to worry about fixing it.

“Tesora-“

“I’m fine, really,” you say, trying to pull away. When your efforts prove futile, you slump into him, your head coming to rest in the crook of his neck. “I really do think it’s just hormones. She’s growing up and my body doesn’t like it.” You’ve been steadily weaning your daughter over the last few months, giving her more real foods and less of your milk. Although it’s definitely starting to dry up, that doesn’t stop your mind from wandering to the extra bottles in the fridge. Inevitably, you’ll have to toss them soon. The thought makes you groan. What a waste.

“I’m just dreading the point when she won’t need me anymore, even if it’s far in the future,” you finally admit. The words are painful, but just being able to say them is cathartic enough. Copia nods.

“I know, amore, but that doesn’t mean you ever stop being her mama.” As much as you’ve been trying to tell yourself that, somehow only he makes it really sink into your brain. It’s always been like this with him — he’s the only person who can break down the walls you’ve built around yourself. Sometimes you think he has you under some sort of spell, the way he’s able to move you. Not that you really mind.

“And as for la nostra bambina… No matter who she becomes, she will be great. She will be amazing. I have seen this in my dreams, cara. She has the favor of our Benefactor.”

Satan in Hell, he has such a way with words.

You take a moment to just savor being in his company. The warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne; you take it all in. In the quiet of the chapel, you can hear how his heart beats for you. All your angst and woe seems to melt away as he holds you. When was the last time the two of you were able to just… exist like this? You can’t remember.

At last — at long last! — you let yourself smile. A long breath escapes from your mouth as you return his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso. You turn your head slightly to place a kiss on his neck. The thick collar of his cassock keeps your lips from his skin, but the intent is there.

“Thank you,” you all but whisper. “I needed this.” Copia hums in agreement. Oh, he knows.

“Ti amo, Papa.” You shift again, lifting yourself up to give him a proper peck on the cheek. Your lipgloss leaves a faint stain on the white of his skullpaint and you try and wipe it off with your thumb before he stops you, gently catching your wrist with a gloved hand.

“Pink looks good on me, no?” You both chuckle. The arm that’s still wrapped around you snakes down to your waist. Copia suddenly pulls you onto his lap and you gasp in surprise.

“I love you, too.” Dropping your wrist, Copia cups your face with his now free hand and leans in to kiss you. It’s relatively tame, but it leaves you wanting more nonetheless. You immediately go in for another, pressing your mouth against his with more force.

Copia gets the message, moving his hand to the back of your head in order to pull you even closer. You allow your lips to part slightly, (not so) subtly inviting him in. He, of course, obliges you, gently caressing your tongue with his. Your core throbs in response and you let out a quiet moan. Copia is already hard beneath you, the warmth of his arousal pressing against yours.

He starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, and then from there to to your chin, pulling at the collar of your habit to expose your neck. “I love you, so, so much, cuore mio. Please never forget that.” He plants an open-mouthed kiss to your skin, suckling on the delicate flesh. You gasp and grind your hips down against his.

“I- oh, Copia.” You’re certain your panties are already soaked. “I’d never forget. You’re so good to me. Too good, probably.” You cry out as Copia gently nips at your neck. There’s going to be a mark for the next week or so, and now there’s definitely no hope for his papal paint. C’est la vie, you guess.

“Nonsense. Nothing is too good for my Prime Mover.”

Your lips meet his again, tongues feverishly swiping at one another. Feeling bold, you reach down to palm him through his cassock. Copia groans at the touch, bucking into your hand. He’s so hard you imagine it must hurt.

“Is this all for me, sweetheart?” You ask, stroking him as best as you can through the thick black cloth. Wanting to reciprocate, Copia brings his hand down to the apex of your legs. The touch makes you shiver. Quickly backtracking, he brings the hand up to your mouth, resting his middle finger on your lips. As if reading his mind, you gingerly bite down on the leather of the glove as he slides his hand out. He takes the article from between your teeth and carefully places it off to the side.

“Now,” he murmurs. “Where were we?” He caresses your face lovingly before slowly beginning to trail his hand back down. Stopping at your chest, he gives it a squeeze and you yelp. You’ve been so distracted by the business of the day that you hadn’t realized how full and sore your breasts had gotten. Copia quickly realizes his mistake as a wet spot forms on the front of your habit.

“Shit,” you grumble, peeling yourself off of him. “I forgot to pump today.” Both of you rise to your feet and set about straightening yourselves out. It’s of little use, though; anyone who dares walk into the chapel now would be able to tell what you and Copia have been up to.

“It has been a long day for you, cara mia.” You merely grunt in response.

“I should go take care of this,” you say, gesturing to your chest. “And I should probably change.” You give Copia an awkward sort of side-hug, as to avoid getting his cassock dirty, and give him another, albeit less heated, kiss.

Your beloved, it would seem, has his own agenda. Before you can make your retreat, his arm snakes around your waist once again, pulling you into him. His tongue prods at your lips, pleading for entrance. You quickly grant his request; how could you possibly refuse your Papa?

You expect Copia to let you go once he’s done exploring your mouth. It’s a promise for later, behind closed doors and between the sheets. To your surprise, however, he doesn’t let up, instead leading you towards the altar. The feeling of the cold stone on your back, even through the material of your habit, makes you shudder.

“Babe,” you whine, managing to break away from the kiss for a moment. “What are you doing?” Papa presses his pointer finger to your lips.

“Shh, cara. Just trust me.” Your eyes wander to the open chapel doors and a pang of anxiety runs through you.

“What if someone comes in?” You know this is a Satanic church and all, but damn! Sometimes you get shy.

Copia waves his hand dismissively. “Then they will have the privilege of observing their Papa and his Prime Mover in worship.”

Oh, this is going to be good.

Copia is crushing his mouth against yours before you get the chance to respond. You brace yourself against the altar bed to keep the edge from digging into your back. The contrast between the warmth of his body and the cold marble drives you wild.

Much more carefully this time, Copia traces his hand down the curves of your body. He drags his finger over your peaked nipple, just barely applying pressure, and yet the sensation makes you moan into his mouth. Abandoning all caution, you decide fuck it, and allow yourself to lean fully against the stone platform, not caring how it digs into your flesh. Your hands find their way down to his ass and you give it a squeeze. Copia pulls away from you, chuckling softly.

“Now, now, preziosa,” he chides. “All in due time.” His hand finally reaches your core and the touch sends an electric jolt through your body. Copia’s eyes glimmer with mischief when he feels how embarrassingly wet you are. “You will let Papa take care of you for now, yes?” Your legs feel like jelly. All you can do is nod.

He cracks a cocky smile. “Atta’ girl.” He’s absolutely ridiculous sometimes. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t suddenly distracted by him teasing your clit through your underwear. Being the bastard he is, his touch is purposefully delicate. Needing more, you buck your hips into his hand, trying to create friction, pressure, anything. His feather-light touch does not relent, and you resort to burying your face into his chest. When he gets like this, that’s the only thing you can really do.

Your submission pleases Copia. With a hum of approval, he slides his hand up to the waistband of your panties before dipping under. The sensation of his bare hand against your sex is positively delicious.

“Babe,” you mewl, tightening your grip on his cassock.

“You like how I touch you, amore? Do I make you feel good?” Like he even needs to ask.

“So good, baby. You’re so good.” You can feel your resolve starting to slip. Pride be damned, you’re ready to beg.

Copia doesn’t give you the chance, however. Finally, he slips a finger into your throbbing cunt. His pace is still infuriatingly slow, but it provides some relief to the deep ache in your abdomen.

“You know,” he begins. “Outsiders believe that we discourage all virtue in this Church, that we live completely without law.” You recognize the tone creeping into his voice; you hear it every time he stands before the congregation at Black Mass, and every time he takes the stage at a ritual. Papa Emeritus IV, it seems, has come out to play.

He scoffs. “Fools, all of them. But you and I know this is false. We understand the merits of patience and obedience here, do we not?” He punctuates his sentence by pressing into your sweet spot. You keen, stifling a moan in the fabric of his cassock.

“Yes, Papa. We- ah!” You lose the ability to think when he gently kneads the heel of his hand into your clit.

“That’s right, cara. Molto bene.” There’s a pause. “Do we not also exalt those who are diligent in their worship of the Unholy Father?” He’s enjoying this a little too much, the smug bastard. You’ll hopefully have an opportunity to put him in his place later.

“We do, Papa. We do.” You nod furiously, hoping to please him in any way you can.

“Well then, suora,” he says with a huskiness in his voice. “Shall we show Him our devotion?” You thought he’d never ask.

“Please, Your Eminence.” That’s a title you haven’t pulled out in a while, and you’re glad you decided to save it for this moment. With a growl, Papa captures your mouth in a rough, passionate kiss. His fingers pump into you just a bit faster as he all but shoves his tongue down your throat.

Just as you start to feel a hint of your climax building, he withdraws from your cunt. You want to scream, but you know that whatever Papa has planned for you, it’s going to be spectacular. Playing along seems like the smartest option for the time being.

Papa shakes his hand out in a feeble attempt to rid his fingers of your juices. When that fails, he brings the wet digits to your lips with an expectant look. Without hesitation, you take them into your mouth, tongue swirling around them like you would his cock. When he’s satisfied with your work, he wipes whatever’s left on his cassock. You say a silent prayer for the siblings on laundry duty this week, although they’ve definitely seen worse. You certainly did when you were a lower-ranking sister.

Papa’s hands come to rest on your shoulders as he presses a loving kiss to your forehead. Despite the debauchery of the situation, it makes your stomach flutter. You feel him reach around to the zipper of your habit, slowly dragging it down. A small gasp leaves you when he exposes and begins fiddling with the clasp of your bra. It takes him a moment (this was never his specialty, especially one-handed), but the force holding your swollen breasts in place eventually alleviates. You let out a sigh of relief as they fall free. 

Papa slips the garments off your body and they pool around your feet, your panties soon joining them. Now completely exposed to the cool air of the chapel, goosebumps prickle across your skin and a shiver runs down your spine. You’re so distracted by the temperature change that it takes you a second to notice the transfixed look on Papa’s face as he basks in the glory of your bare chest. Your breasts are engorged, almost painfully so, small droplets of milk beading in anticipation. A deep flush settles across your face; you’re still not exactly sure what Papa’s intentions are, but you suspect things are about to get a little messy.

Ducking his head down, Papa gently swipes his tongue over one of your nipples. You can’t tell if the sound that leaves your mouth is an embarrassed wail or a moan. Either way, it’s fucking obscene. He hums with contentment and licks his lips.

“Squisita,” he purrs. You try to cover your face in embarrassment, but Papa grabs your wrists and pins your arms to your sides.

“For as much as I would love to indulge in gluttony with you right now, suora, we are here to worship, are we not?” You nod sheepishly. With an approving look, Papa guides you as you step out of the pile of your clothes before turning you to face the altar. He presses a hand to your back, bending you over so that your chest hangs over the slab.

“That is right, we are here to thank the Old One for His generosity, for blessing us with strong and healthy progeny.” His hands, both of them now bare, wrap around to caress your breasts. Without warning, he gives them a gentle squeeze, and milk spurts out onto the altar. You gasp, writhing against him. The mixture of pain, pleasure, and embarrassment is intoxicating.

“And what better way to honor His Infernal Majesty than to offer up the abundance of your body, hm? This,” he gives you another squeeze, “is only possible through His grace.”

Papa begins massaging your breasts, carefully coaxing out more of your milk. It begins to pool on the stone beneath you, running through the carved channels towards where it drains into the earth. Giving libations is common during special services, on holidays or after an important church accomplishment. Nowadays, wine is normally the offering of choice, but the palm of your hand still bears a scar from your ascension as Prime Mover, when you and Papa mixed your blood and were bound to one another. This kind of sacrifice is new, but you get the feeling the Big Guy Downstairs will still appreciate it. He’s probably into this sort of thing, being the Devil and all.

The pleasure Papa’s touch elicits quickly overwhelms any feelings of anxiety you had over your exposed state. You lean into his hands, begging for more, a moan echoing through the chapel when Papa pinches and tugs at your nipples. Your ass is pressed against his stiff cock and you grind into him.

Somehow, you manage to find your words again. “Papa, please,” you groan. “Please fuck me.” Tears begin to well up in your eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever been this desperate for dick before, but as the last few minutes have shown, there’s a first time for everything.

Papa huffs out a laugh. “You have always been so eager to do the Devil’s work, dolcezza. I truly could not have picked a better woman to carry my offspring. And just look at how well you nourish our little one.” He gestures to the altar before you and your blood quickens at the sight of all the milk you’ve expressed. You’re so entranced watching it flow through the grooves that you only barely notice when Papa finally lets go of your breasts. The loss of his touch is devastating. 

That is, until you hear the telltale sound of Papa parting his cassock. There’s a little more fumbling around, likely him scrambling to undo the laces of his ratty pants (the ones that make his ass look absolutely scrumptious), before you feel the searing heat of his cock against your backside. From the hardness of it, you can tell he’s just as eager as you are.

“Now, suora, shall we conclude this ritual by partaking in the Unholy Communion?” He takes himself in hand, teasing the head of his manhood through your lips. You press yourself against him, trying to slide onto him.

“Yes, Papa. Give it to me please- oh!” It takes everything you have to not scream has he finally, finally, buries himself inside you. Papa lets out a noise that’s halfway between a sigh and growl. Legs already shaking, you brace yourself against the altar as he starts fucking into you at a steady pace. Every stroke of his cock against your walls has you reeling and panting like an animal. It seems you needed this a little more than you thought.

“That’s it, cara. What a good girl you are,” Papa coos. “Always so devout, so willing to please.” His hand moves from your hip to your front to play with your clit. He hisses through his teeth when his touch makes you moan and twitch around him.

Papa keeps rambling. “You would do anything for this cock, wouldn’t you?” You nod weakly, rocking back into him.

“You would let your Papa plant his seed in you? Make you grow round with child again?” The thought brings you exponentially closer to your climax and he knows it. It’s like your legs have been kicked out from under you. He laughs. “That is what you truly desire, is it not? That’s what all this moping has been about?” He really does know you better than you know yourself.

“I- oh, Papa. Fuck!” The grip on your hip tightens, nails digging ever so slightly into your flesh.

“Answer me, woman.” His pace slows to a crawl, just barely pumping into you now. You cry out in what feels like agony.

It takes you a second to gather yourself. “Yes, Papa,” you sob through heavy breaths. “I want another baby! I want one so badly. Please, grace me with another one of your progeny.” There is a long, almost painful moment of silence before Papa speaks again.

“Very well, then. How could I possibly refuse my most devoted acolyte?”

He begins mercilessly pounding into you. The slapping of his hips against the meat of your ass, accompanied by the squelching of your pussy, echoes through the chapel. You’re so wet, so desperate for Papa to impregnate you, that rivulets of slick start to run down your thighs. You have to stuff your fist in your mouth to stifle the moan that rips from your throat when Papa begins angling his thrusts just right, abusing the spot that makes you see stars. Judging by the barely contained moans you hear from behind, it seems like Papa is enjoying this as much, if not more than you are.

“You are so good to me, bella. Such a perfect mother to our child.” It sounds like Copia has resurfaced. “So strong and brave, my- oh, Sathanas- my beautiful Prime Mover. I could not have asked Him for a better mate.” The praise has your head spinning and your cunt clenching. “How can I get you there, amore? What can I do for you?”

It feels like you’ve been close for millennia. “Fuck, baby, just don’t stop. You- ah! You fuck me so good. Fucking hell, I love you so much.” You barely have any idea what you’re saying at this point, the pleasure is so intense. The memory of last time you and Copia made love like this evades you, but it has to have been before you fell pregnant with your daughter.

“Ti amo più di ogni altra cosa, cara mia. Tu mi completi.” As your orgasm rapidly approaches, you find yourself looking to the image of Baphomet once again. Realistically, the chances that Copia’s seed will take are low, but perhaps the Dark One is willing to assist you tonight. The way the statue’s red eyes seem to gleam with recognition, you would think He’s pleased with the performance you two have put on.

Copia swipes at your clit once, twice, three times, before your release washes over you. It’s a struggle not to completely collapse as you lose yourself in the euphoria. Faintly, you feel yourself gushing around his cock, your fluids running down your legs and soaking the carpet beneath you (and very likely the front of Copia’s cassock).

You snap back to reality as overstimulation starts to course through your body. A whine wrenches itself from your throat. Copia is still at it, fucking you with reckless abandon. Craning your head back, you take in the sight of your lover. His face is scrunched up into a grimace as he takes his pleasure, clearly affected by your orgasm. The brutal pace of his thrusts begins to falter, and you know that means he’s almost there.

“Kiss me, baby,” you beg with a breathy sigh. Copia obliges immediately, probably hoping you’d ask. You twist your back even further as he leans in to capture your lips. His hands travel up to your breasts, grabbing them and pulling you close so that your body is flush with his. He moans into your mouth as he finally reaches his peak, cumming so deep you swear you can taste it.

You’re still kissing long after he comes down. When you finally break away, Copia has to hold on to keep you from collapsing into the altar. Both of you are so lost in each other’s embrace, desperately trying to catch your breath, that you fail to register the sound of footsteps growing ever closer.

“Pardon me, Papa. I- oh, whoops.” The familiar voice startles you out of your reverie. The two of you whip your heads around to the source. It’s one of Imperator’s ghouls, the guy who used to do PR before Copia took over. Nowadays, he’s more or less her errand boy. For what feels like an eternity, you stare at each other, equally wide eyed. The creature finally clears his throat before speaking.

“I- uh- This looks like a bad time. I’ll come back later.” He promptly turns tail and scurries away. It takes a second for both of you to recover from the interruption. Copia, seemingly less affected than you, breaks the silence. 

“In nomine patris, il filio, et lo spiritus malum…” He gives your ass a playful smack and you can’t help but roll your eyes. This fucking dork. Well, at least he’s your dork.

“Nema.”

[definitively-different-drivel]

WIP Wednesday

I've been tagged by @dear-massacre, gonna post the next section of Falling out of Rhythm, a sterek fic that takes place after Stiles' magic manifested to banish void. Something has gone terribly awry; Stiles finds himself switching places with alternate universe versions of himself. In this snippet, he discusses the matter with Deaton. The first scene can be found in last WIP Wednesday post, here: First part

Deaton frowned. "Another you? You're certain?" "Yes!" Stiles ran his hand through his hair as he paced. "Dad's weirdly chill about it, but like, he talked to the guy and he wasn't evil. He just talked to dad the whole time, since apparently his dad died a while ago? It's weird dude!" Deaton's frown deepened. "I can't find any evidence of external influence. As far as I can tell, your own magic is the culprit." "Why the fuck would my magic send me to watch a damned sunset!? That makes no sense!" Deaton shook his head. "I can't tell you." "Can't or won't?" "Even if I had the resources to pierce the veils of secrecy obscuring many magic traditions, I could only record and address the barest details and then, only in an emergency. Anything more would risk a breach of my vows." They’d discussed the parameters of his abilities too many times to count;  the rules kept the druid from the path of a darach, he’d say. Deaton refused to budge. Stiles sank into a chair, head landing in his hands. He'd be tempted to think it a worthy tradeoff if they hadn't already witnessed Julia’s destructive power. "So what do I do?" A book closed. Papers shuffled. "I recommend researching your family. It's possible your magic is heritable." "I thought it was a gift from the land or some shit?" Stiles ran through what few details he knew about both sides of his family. "You said it was tied to the territory." "I thought it was. Your magic has only ever manifested in defense of the pack. It protected Hale territory, but this?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm at a loss. It's unlike anything I've encountered, and as such, is likely either new or heritable." "Wait. Something new? Like, not discovered, or never existed?"  "Yes. Either," Deaton clarified, "and either is very, very bad. No information means trial and error." Stiles grimaced. His hands slid into his pockets as he thought of all the lectures about the dangers of undocumented magic carelessly wielded. "So mostly error." "Precisely. Let's hope, for your sake, that the answers lie with your family, because otherwise, there's no telling how this could end." "Right. So, time to study family history." Stiles' eyes trailed along the spines of Deaton's books as they settled, one by one, back onto the shelf. His fingers itched to crack them open, to spread them on the table, to leaf through secrets for something he missed, anything that might explain the way another Stiles stood in his house, crying over the presence of his dad. It sloshed around, mingling with the secret part of him that didn't want this, whatever it was, to end. His pocketed fist pulled at the fabric of his jeans. The cabinet door clicked shut. Stiles unclenched his hands, straightened his spine, and walked off.

No pressure tags: @thotpuppy @whimsicalmeerkat @wolfspurr since I'm too nervous to tag any other mutuals who aren't already here. >_>

[macawritesupdates]

Maca how is Yuuji the one experiencing postpartum depression he's not even the one who gave birth!? Those descriptions of childbirth make me question how the hell our species hasn't gone extinct. How does anyone go through that once let alone multiple times. Just reading about it made me want to cut out my uterus good lord. Ahh I feel really bad for both of them Sukuna's an absolute ass for wanting to abandon his baby but he's clearly projecting so much here huh. Who would want a clearly cursed four eyed boy? YUUJI! YUUJI WANTS THAT BABY! He'll love that little baby so much ahh. Sukuna buddy you hurt me with your self loathing it's fucking up your life so much. Poor Yuuji, he's taking care of a baby all on his own there's no way he can manage all these new responsibilities alone. No new parent is ever really prepared and Yuuji is so young no wonder he burnt out. I'm so glad he has supportive friends and teachers because that could have gotten so much worse if Yuuji had burnt himself out completely and Sukuna had stayed stubborn about not helping. Man Yuuji's friends and loved ones are all weirdly good at hitting Sukuna where it hurts huh. With Gojo In the last chapter and the first years in this one. Fortunately (very very unfortunately) Sukuna is free of his pregnancy hormones now so he can go back to hiding all of his emotions behind a veil of rage! No one will ever know!

Sukuna coming to the realization that he is his own worst enemy hit so hard I'm glad it pushed him to apologize. He's growing. Something something becoming human together, we are growing into better people together something something. God holding his little baby for the first time <3 this little guy. The way he talked to him all gruff and spiteful but he still fed him and then took him to cuddle in bed. Sukuna you've got the cutest baby in the world right in your arms just love him ok bud everything else can be sorted out later. Yuuji probably worried out of his mind for those few seconds before he got to see his husband holding their baby safe and sound. Sukuna feeling so happy that he can fix his mistakes I'm so delighted he can do it! He'll fuck up again because he's an absolute bastard of a man but he can make things right again! Now he knows that it's not the end of the world and what was broken can be fixed! He's not unwanted if he reaches out his husband will come back! This one was very angsty but so so rich character wise I love it. Thank you for writing and sharing with us!!

Think for Yuuji it is just stress from becoming a new father, not sure if Sukuna is serious about all his baby punting threats, and not feeling like Sukuna is supporting him all mixed into a cocktail of anxiety ; w ; And birth is so traumatizing lol with you there on not having any of my own, but still like to write about the silly characters having spawns of their own c: Sukuna also is just very possessive and sensitive about Yuuji going away, so anyone says one thing about Yuuji should leave, he gets riled up and vicious all over again.... nothing to do with his self-loathing and Yuuji makes him hate himself a little less....

But yes, got cute little baby and I can't wait to write Daiki's personality more in the next chapter as a four year old toddler <3

[katabaesis]

tag game

tagged by @basuralindo — it seems that I post a section of WIP and tag people to also do the same? I'm not sure if anyone else is writing fic on my TL right now hahaha but! If you see this consider yourself tagged :)

Thanks for tagging me! Er, dunno why this got weirdly long for an excerpt... anyway... a small excerpt from 'heir apparent' the next bit of 'long live the king' series...

There isn't a body to bury.

STYX takes Leona Kingscholar's body away. Idia Shroud knows that it doesn't matter. There isn't a body because no one will remember Leona was even ever at Night Raven College. There's so much work for STYX to do. Idia's father even comes to school — for work, he says, but the first thing he does is check on Idia and Ortho — and then goes to Sunset Savanna. It turns out easiest to say that Leona Kingscholar had died in childhood, Overblotted after he found his sick mother hidden away as the family secret. It's an odd lie, Idia thinks when he reads the report but it turns out that Leona's birth had been difficult on the queen and some part of her had never recovered. When Leona had died apparently Lethe's memory wiping hadn't worked on her so spinning the lie around her insistence her son had gone to Night Raven College was necessary. It leaves a bad taste in Idia's mouth. He thinks about Ortho and really the entire Shroud family, doomed to be forgotten and also to drag whoever had the bad luck to get involved with them or too stained with blot down to hell with them. But inevitably, as he always does, Idia settles into resignation.

They make Ruggie the Housewarden. Headmaster Crowley hems and haws about it clearly unsure what to do with a Housewarden who doesn't come with prestige, power or money. All the students though know that Ruggie is — was — Leona's right hand. Even if he wasn't technically Vice Housewarden Ruggie was the heart and Leona the brain. If asked Ruggie would have declined but there's no asking when it comes to Overblot cleanup. They simply make it happen. Replacing that many memories is difficult and it's obvious that Ruggie can tell something is missing. Idia is glad he attends Housewarden meetings via tablet because he wouldn't be able to hide his expression, not with the stumbles over things Ruggie should know — if he is truly Housewarden — or the blanks in memory that everyone seems to share.

"And, on the topic of academic eligibility. . ." Vil Schoenheit intones. There is the barely veiled something in his voice. Idia would call it judgey. Riddle called it leadership. Azul only ever commented on it if he wanted something from either the party under scrutiny or Vil himself. Scarabia had no horse in the race and Kalim couldn't read Vil's tone anyway.

"Hm? What about it?" Ruggie asks.

"Test scores are posted publicly." Vil points out.

"Yeah? An' so what? Savanaclaw's meeting what we need to." Ruggie is defensive and Idia can't see his expression but imagines Ruggie must look trapped. Leona had been able to field scrutiny with the swagger of any jock alpha male but Ruggie had never been the type.

"There are academic standards to uphold." Riddle breaks in. "While bare minimum is something students can achieve as Housewarden you should be — "

"Should be this? Should be that? Who're you all to say that? I never asked for this. This ain't my job. It's — " Ruggie snaps and then his words come to a halt.

"Ahhh. Right. Right. Let's all just remember every dorm has its strength, right? Here at Ignihyde we're technomantic specialists. Pomefiore's being super bijin and Savanaclaw is meatheads good at throwing rocks. All this arguing is cutting into my game time. Hurry it up." Idia mutters. it successfully derails everyone from whatever Ruggie was going to say. ("Meatheads? I'll show you meathead." "Bijin? Please, Idia use normal language that doesn't reduce my students to just looks." "I notice you said nothing of Octavinelle." "Let's all get along like Idia-senpai said!")

[fantomette22]

*Knock knock*

FANTOMETTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Since your Elden Ring adventure's nearing an end (I think?? idk) Tell me about your favourite characters!

And have some cookies too cos you deserve them!: 🍪

*OPEN DOOR* BIMBOM !!

My first adventure in the lands between is indeed toward its end (I'm 135h in I think) ! (I forgot to answered you last time sorry too XD) I just need to finished some catacombs and stuff at the mountain tops, the fire giant, Farum Azula, Mohg & Malenia (+ I reach the frenzied flame too! so I might do that too but I need to be sure to have the needle) and I think I did almost everything else ? I think ?? maybe I forgot 1-2 catacombs or a few optional bosses (oh yeah I need to do the bell bearing hunters...) but I think I might have done almost everything else ?? (don't don't ask me for all the items & papers lol XD )

I have the week in vacation so I might try to finished it this week. (Gonna try to stream my attempts at Malenia too...omg...)

So, besides it would probably take hours to talked about all the characters + I don't know everything yet but let's go with the few I liked the most I think.

Ranni my beloved ❤️ I really like her ! (wow what a surprise. But somehow I feel her quest would be more impactful + have more meaning after doing the game a first time)

I really like Iji & Blaidd too T_T

Torrent my dear companion! idk what I would have done without him XD we live quite crazy adventures !

A shame we didn't see Melina too much too... but towards the end I found the little bit of dialogue & hidden bit of lore about her super interesting ?! I know she won't take it well but Melina I just wanna help you...

Rya and Boc my beloved !!! I love them so much they need to be protected ! Miriel too :D (and Kale is cool)

Millicent !! oh dear... I was like : oh yes she's cooI ! It's sad how we first found her. But now I finished her quest and it's the first time I cried in this game ! "Come on Milli Malenia is just around the corner ! What are you even talking about ??" I feel smt is weirdly missing... I thought se wanted to see malenia... she was in the prayer room and then... (I need to post the beautiful pic I took. I wanna draw it ;-;)

I understand now why you all love her so much. I need to catch up with your fic and re read Stolen soon ! (now I will actually get all the ref and understand everything XD)

Latenna goat summon too (with Mimic, Rollo & the wolves lol) ! Can't wait to fight alongside Finlay too ! She seems to be the ultimate mvp

Oh Sellen too... maybe she's not a nice person (idk what she really done but it may be bad?) but she always was nice to me.

About the roundtable now! (I mean I like everyone except Gideon and the dung eater lmao) ! Aka Roderika (one of the best clearly! idk what I would have done without her), Rogier (he deserved better ;-;), Fia (what a really interesting character! D and his bro too), I didn't finished Hewg storyline but interesting so far...

Goldmask is fun but poor Coryhn... Hyetta too man ;-; (girl you're blind how-)

Big Boggart really start as annoying as Patches to ended up as a true bro

Nepheli is incredible ! (+ Gostoc & Kenneth amazing storm veil squad i think they're funny together XD)

Hello I love Fortissax so much too ! (one of the best boss fight for now) I need to know more about Forti and Godwyn !!! omg I have some thoughts!!!

And omg don't get me started and Vyke & Lansseax + Vyke's maiden T_T what went wrong hm ?!?!?!

I finished Gurranq quest too! Well a bit crazy but who isn't but really interesting willing to help

Oh like Alexander too ! And his newphew ! I think he's still chilling in the lava XD (I mean the other tarnished helping us are cool) and wow Diallos... I found he was a bit dumb at first... but damned

Oh Morgott !!! i understand better why people simp on him so much XD he's really cool! and deserved better too

speaking of the demigod poor Rennala ;-; and Rykard is cool but I can't take him seriously with his dumb voice XD

Yura was nice... Thops too...

Oh and Miquella really seems to be the ultimate goat too... can't wait to learn more ;-; ( Myself having a lil bro I feel this siblings might end me)

Anyway they all deserve better!!!!

And I'm gonna stop here XD Thanks for the cookies too ! :D 🍪

[ladyoriza]

@aynrandslashfiction made a post earlier asking if there were any other black fans of Far Cry 5 and said this in the tags:

#i been seein a lot of uhh… well. you know.#lot of blondes in sundresses and suchnot--#it's a lil…. hm#iykyk

Which has been in my brain all day and I finally got the spoon necessary to talk about it.

Because this is the exact problem I have as someone who likes two other characters with...let's just say it out loud- a lot of appeal to bigots. (Joshua Graham and Ulfric Stormcloak, for anyone wondering- for different reasons. They could be much better in competent hands and I like exploring what they could be).

This isn't even "you're liking this character wrong", it's "you stripped this character of everything they are, reducing them to a ken doll you can act out your Good Christian Housewife fantasy for". Joseph Seed is manipulative, controlling, abusive, and he's not above doing absolutely heinous things for what he believes is right. Rachel Jessop was 17 when Joseph began brainwashing her into becoming Faith. He did that to a child.

Obviously not everyone into the Seeds has a tradwife/tradhusband(?) fantasy. But there's an alarming number of fics out there that fly so close to it that I have to wonder, you know? When Joseph is reduced to a sad middle-aged man that just wants to help but the big mean Resistance just won't stop killing his poor innocent Peggies? (do not mind the corpses upon the billboards and signs, do not notice what he did to the three Faiths, do not even acknowledge Jacob, do not pass go).

When the Resistance just sees poor, sweet, Rook as a tool but Joseph Sees her and wants to take her away to love and safety?

When they're all weirdly antagonistic but Grace and Tracey are outright aggressive and violent towards Rook? Yeah, that's so thinly-veiled it might as well just take the final step into barefoot and pregnant. Actually, there is no veil. Just a head in the sand.

But no, of course, he's just concerned about poor Rook, right? He doesn't want them brainwashed or turned into an Angel or anything, right? (Again, under no circumstances are you to acknowledge the Whitetail region and Joseph's explicit approval of Jacob's brainwashing or the eventual existence of the Judge...unless it was written before New Dawn. Because I'll fault people for bad writing, not an inability to see the future).

I suppose that's a good litmus test, though. If the Whitetails are even acknowledged or if Eli and Staci are just chopped liver.

It's at best a complete lack of nuance. Like, sure Joseph was correct that the bombs would fall. At no point does that make ANYTHING Eden's Gate did acceptable or justifiable. One of my favorite NPC lines is one of the Resistance women saying something like "I don't care how much Childhood Trauma they had, that doesn't excuse what they're doing to us". And she's right.

Look, I don't read much with John or Jacob but I have a hunch this is a problem with all 3 seedlings.

My rambling point is: you can like the bad guy but for FUCK'S sake think about WHY you write what you write. Nothing exists in a vacuum. If you need to strip off all their traits to force them into a box...maybe just make an oc.