#when i'm like that I might just loose my shit. like he is hurting. yes it's a part of his ability but that doesn't make it easier. and

[tpwk-formula1]

Girl prepare for a big one I’m sorry 😭

Gluten free, deep dish with Red sauce, Jalapeños, Tomato’s, and Ham, with Sun tea and a Vodka redbull and dessert?

Served by Lewis Hamilton

Special request: “can there be a fight for dominance but the reader looses?” Love the menu btw 💗💗💗

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten free rivals deep dish teammates red sauce rough sex jalapenos "Always such a fucking brat" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" sun tea sir kink vodka redbull squirting dessert yes served by Lewis Hamilton

Lewis x Rival Teammate! reader

TW - MEAN asf Lewis, reader can fight back, sorry for the things I said about you Kimi (I love you I promise!), squirting, unprotected sex, face slapping (once), multiple orgasms, truthfully might be the roughest sex I have written for this vlog (maybe other than Kinktober)

WC 2100+

Y/N POV

The meeting was finally over which had Lewis and I both popping up and scurrying off into our respective driver's room. We just finished our debrief after the Singapore qualifying after Lewis and I were found fighting in the garage when I refused to give him a slipstream after he didn't give me one back in Monza when I needed it.

Toto left the meeting at "You guys need to figure your shit out. Fuck or something." He even suggested. If only he knew...

I'm packing up my stuff when I hear a loud bang coming from Lewis's room making me stop and stare at the wall that connects our room before I hear Lewis should a loud fuck.

I slowly leave my room looking into the garage to see if anyone had heard Lewis's outbreak. When I noticed the entire garage was completely empty I walked next door to knock softly.

When I didn't get a response I trained my ears to see if Lewis was in the shower. When I can't hear the shower I softly open the door to find Lewis changing into a different pair of pants making my eyes instantly notice the bulge hidden from his briefs. I could tell he was far from rock hard which had my mind racing.

"Do you know how to fucking knock?" Lewis snaps making my eyes instantly move from staring at his bulge making my face grow hot slightly.

"I did knock," I snap back before turning to leave.

"No, wait!" Lewis shouted not letting me get a clean escape.

"What?" I ask while stepping into Lewis's room and closing the door behind me giving us some privacy in case we get into another screaming match.

"Why are you even in here?" Lewis asked referring to me coming in, in the first place.

"I heard a bang and then you shouted. Just wanted to make sure you where okay," I tell Lewis softly making Lewis nod.

"Ah, so you do have a heart! Spent the past three years convinced you where the fucking tin man," Lewis tells me with a sarcastic laugh falling from his lips.

"Lewis, literally shut the fuck up. You're getting replaced by a child next year because you threw a tantrum when Toto didn't give you what you wanted," I tell him makingg Lewis's face grow red in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're the one who might get replaced by Max next year is Toto can swoon him," Lewis snaps back making me shrug my shoulders.

"Eh, at least I know the person replacing me has talent. Your replacement fucking crashed my car on lap three last time he got behind the wheel," I reply back trying to show the situation doesn't stress me out.

"You're fucking petty as shit. When Kimi crashed you were all like 'oh no I hope he's okay! He's just too sweet he better be okay'," Lewis replied back in a voice that was clearly trying to mock my voice.

"You're so fucking ridiculous Lewis. I wish it was you who retired and not Nico," I snap with vemon lacing my voice making Lewis stride towards me and push me against the wall. I knew I took it a step to far but truthfully I didn't care. I trusted that Lewis wouldn't hurt me but at the same time even if he did it wouldn't be the first time we hurt each other. While it was always words I could take a slap to the face like a champ.

"Do you enjoy pissing me off? Because you're a fucking child. You know that? Everyone has to walk on eggshells around you because one wrong move and BOOM the little Mercedes driver with the anger problems is throwing another fucking tantrum," Lewis spits his words into my face making me pull a disgusted face to try and mask the hurt coursing through me.

"You're a fucking asshole, Lewis Hamilton," I spit back making Lewis finally crash his lips onto mine making me gasp against his lips in shock before slightly relaxing into the kiss before pushing Lewis away once I realize who I was kissing.

"Don't fucking do this shit again," I snap at him before both of us fall silent just staring at each other while breathing rapidly.

It was clockwork for us, we go at each other's throats and somehow find ourselves in each other's bed to somehow kiss and make up, but in reality, all it is, is putting a fucking bandaid on a bullet hole.

At the same moment, Lewis and I are back to aggressively making out fighting for dominance. I get Lewis to the bed first making him sit down before I start pushing at his shoulders before I'm climbing into his lap taking control, which lasts about .3 seconds before I am being flipped around resulting in my back roughly hitting the hard physio table.

"Always such a fucking brat, trying to take control like that's your role," Lewis says while grinding his hips into mine making me moan at the pleasure.

"One of these days your little outbursts and attitude is gonna leave you ass so sore you won't be able to race," Lewis says making me roll my eyes at his threats.

"Then you won't get the damn slipstream you want so bad," I fight back with a satisfied smirk on my face with is quickly slapped off. I mean literally, Lewis slapped my face not necessarily softly but far from as hard as he could.

Lewis knew I loved when he mixed a bit of pain with my pleasure and early on found out he could send a quick slap to my face and it'll shut me up pretty quickly.

I just whimper when the sting settles in and I register what happened. Lewis is instantly gripping at my clothes and undressing me with no problem.

When I'm completely bare for Lewis he's like a madman being released because his mouth is instantly all over my pussy while also slipping three fingers into my unprepared hole making me softly scream at the stretch.

Lewis is instantly throwing his free hand over my mouth successfully muffling my screams not wanting anyone to walk by and hear what is going on between the two known rivals.

Lewis knew exactly what he was doing, so it was no shocker to him when I started begging to cum.

"Please, sir. I need it," I whine against his large hand that is still covering my mouth.

"Go on, it's the only thing you're good at," Lewis finally gives me permission making me instantly release my orgasm spraying my pleasure all over Lewis's face and soaking the shirt he was still wearing.

When I gether myself enough I look down to see the damage that has been done and it was so hot to see Lewis soaked with my juices.

"You're giving me at least two more before I even think about giving you my cock," Lewis said roughly while still finger fucking me making me whimper at the overstimulation.

Lewis knew my body better than anyone else ever has, which is only because he tied me to my hotel bed and explored my body until the sun rose finding all the ways he could make me cum, scream, whine, beg, you name it he probably discovered it that night. The night he found out I could squirt several times in a row in quick succession if he just kept going.

"Sir," I announce loudly when I feel the band in my stomach start to grow again.

"Go on," Lewis says with a sass in his voice almost like he was annoyed.

"Oh fuck," I whimper out when I finally feel the band snap making me start spraying all over Lewis's driver's room again.

"God, you're so fucking easy. I bet I could make you squirt if I looked at you hard enough," Lewis said in mockery knowing damn well he could blow a little bit of air on my clit and I'd be cumming for him in a matter of seconds.

"I need one more," Lewis said while speeding up his fingers again making me whine when I feel my third orgasm approaching making me squirm trying to get away but Lewis was far stronger than me making it easy to overpower me and keep me down while he finger fucks me into another squirting orgasm that has me gasping for air. I could hear my squirt hitting difference surfaces around us making the deed that much dirtier.

I am sure everyone will hear about this by the next race because no way the poor cleaner who has to come in after us will keep their mouth shut when they realize the dried liquid all around the room is in fact the evidence of the pleasure of the female driver.

"Good fucking girl! Good to know your ears work sometimes," Lewis says while stepping away from my pussy before sending a rough slap down on my sensitive clit making me jerk and a little bit a squirt come out making Lewis laugh at the slut he had turned me into for him.

"Please sir, more," I gasp when I feel Lewis's tip teasing my dripping entrance inviting him to sink in.

"You know you're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" says Lewis as he sinks into my pussy making me whimper at the stretch.

"Fucking hell, how are you still this fucking tihgt?" Lewis questions while he starts thrusting making me whimper feeling the stretch all over my body.

"Fuck, I'm gonna have to spend more time in you, maybe make you sleep with my cock burried in this pussy, make it a perfect fucking fit for me to play with," Lewis continues making me whimer and clench around him.

"So good, sir," I gasp when Lewis's hips are snapping into mine at a brutal pace.

"Fuck! How are you about to cum again," Lewis groans when he feels my pussy contracting around his cock ready to fall into another orgasm.

"You know what to do," Lewis says giving me permission for my fourth orgasm of the night making me scream out loudly.

My tightening pussy was Lewis's final straw because next thing I know he's pulling out and cumming on my stomach making sure to paint my tits a bit with his cum.

He loved the way he could coat my body in his cum.

Once Lewis settles down from his pleasure he climbs out of the hard bed looking for a towel he can use to whip me down.

Once I'm clean from his cum he pulls me up slightly so he can stand between my legs while he holds me to his chest.

"You think Toto knows the truth?" I mumble against Lewis's tattooed chest making me chuckle softly.

"Probably and if not before he's definitely gonna think we listened to his advice," Lewis jokes making me laugh with him.

"We have a problem," I mumble burying my face into his chest not wanting to admit the problem.

"What is it, sweet girl?" Lewis questions showing me the sweet side I only got to see after moments like this or early in the morning when we knew no one could see that the two rivals actually had hearts.

"I can't feel my legs and I truthfully do not want to get into someone else's car covered in sweat and cum," I mumble making Lewis laugh lightly.

"Well you have in fact left your sweat and cum in my car so I'll take us back to the hotel, and I have no issues holding you until you're ready," Lewis tells me softly before picking me up into his arms and pulling us to the couch where he held me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have screamed in your face like that," Lewis apologizes clearly embarrassed by his actions.

"I said some pretty ugly things too. I think we need to work on that," I tell him softly making him hum in agreeance.

"Still want you to fuck me like that, even if it does make driving a bit uncomfortable," I tell him making Lewis let out a belly laugh.

"I'll always fuck you like a whore. You love it too much for me to stop," Lewis tells me making me smile.

We lay like that for another thirty minutes before we heard a knock on the door before we could hear Toto's voice shout, "I see you took my advice! It better fucking work!"

Lewis and I just laugh at being called out but make no move to get up and get dressed knowing Toto wasn't going to open the door.

[alicerosejensen]

Heyyyy hope you’re doing well!!

Please can you imagine Leon (re6) loosing his shit because they kidnapped his girlfriend and he’s like trying everything to get her back? Imagine him crying as soon as he gets to hug her again!😭

I'm fine as long as I have a laptop connected to the internet and food)

In fact, this is one of my favorite plot tropes, when someone is kidnapped, and the main character is ready to burn the whole world to the ground, but to find an expensive person.

Leon, despite his moral principles, I think he could have made many sacrifices. In particular, he would definitely lose his temper if he grabbed onto any thread to find his beloved. At least he didn't stand on ceremony with Patrizio.

Thus, there will be little left of the scoundrel who kidnapped his girlfriend.

Something constantly happens to the poor girl of Leon (either she runs away from him, or she is stolen from him). Sorry, I just love their relationship and Leon, who is ready to kill for his loved ones :D

I still know shit English, but enjoy it if you're interested.

Please read with extreme caution! There are mentions of physical violence, kidnapping and a maniac!Yandere

Leon is a little paranoid when it comes to protecting his loved ones, so most likely he will insert some tracking device into your phone or earrings to be sure that his beloved is safe.

He tries not to violate personal boundaries, but understands that his beloved is in potential danger in relation to him. Therefore, you are under additional invisible protection.

All you need to know is that Leon is not abusing his position as a federal agent. There is no surveillance on you, it's just that if something happens, he wants to have time to prevent it before the irreparable happens (or he goes on a binge again).

His heart sinks at the thought that he may lose you for some reason. Any encroachment into your personal space by outsiders who create discomfort for you make Leon enter the defender mode (aggressive if necessary). You should be safe.

Since Leon is known to a minimum of people about Leon's love interest, the risk is minimal that you will be harmed. At least Leon considered the threat from various corporations and bioterrorists. He didn't even think about the fact that there is some bastard stealing your things.

It was some little things: pencils, hair bands, a pocket mirror, lip gloss. Yes, you said something to him about it, but maybe you just dropped them out of your backpack?

He was calm exactly until you became too nervous. It seemed that you were afraid of something and called him a couple of times with a request to meet on the way home. Leon is not one of those who will refuse, but your behavior worries him.

And when you were walking home, Leon felt your painful grip on his arm.

His main priority is your well-being. "So tell me, pretty girl, what's going on with you?" Don't think I haven't noticed this nervousness.

He will be wary when he hears that someone is following you and dragging your things. Of course you could have lost them yourself, but the chiffon scarf that Leon gave you was the last straw. In addition, you showed him the abnormal love notes that someone constantly threw into your purse.

Outwardly, it did not affect him in any way, but the stingy "I'll deal with it" means a lot. The anxiety level has increased and Leon is worried that some kind of psycho might hurt you.

He often calls and asks if everything is in order and when you need to be picked up from college. However, when you don't answer the phone, everything dies inside him.

The moment he realizes that you have been taken away, a monster wakes up in him, which can bring down hell on your abductor.

His emotional state constantly fluctuates from constant fear for your lives bordering on panic to Ustanak whose task is to find you and finish off the son of a bitch who dared to take you away from him.

"No god will help this son of a bitch when I find him."

It's sad that you lost your phone on the day of the abduction and did not put on earrings. But a nice little bracelet will save you.

are a fucking goddess.

When you wake up, of course, you will be scared. However, you will try to intimidate the criminal by saying that he is so obsessed with you in vain. "Seriously, my boyfriend will come after me and gut you" You don't think Leon will kill anyone at all, so maybe your words don't sound too confident when the kidnapper's hand is stroking your head.

Do you panic when a fucking psycho says it's some kind of date? No one here hears your screams, you can't run away because you're handcuffed. You can't even go to the toilet on your own only under his control, and this causes you a deep psychological trauma. He brings you a fucking lilac, weaving thin twigs into your hair.

"Why me?" - This is the only question that is spinning in your head when you are hysterically pulling out purple flowers, throwing them away from you. - "Am I going to die here?"

You literally go crazy from the smell of dampness and lilac. Constantly shout Leon's name as if he can hear you and immediately breaking into a loud cry, banging on the walls and the locked door.

You're clearly getting claustrophobic.

While you're suffering, Leon is trying to track the fucking signal on one of your trinkets, but he's afraid that you left that day without any jewelry at all.

Claire is definitely one of those people who can talk some sense into Leon while he's looking for you. Considering that the bug gives a bad signal (or maybe your bracelet was damaged due to the fact that you constantly pull it from nerves) from the basement and your location is difficult to track, Leon has already yelled at Chris

You feel like a frog in formalin or even some kind of toy when your abductor brings you clean clothes, which you throw back to him. It's risky to make him angry like that and you really regret it when brute force is used to force you to change clothes.

Yes, then they "take care" of you, but you are already a cornered mouse. The purple marks on your skin and the marks from the handcuffs are now a reminder of who is in charge here.

And you hate that bastard more and more. Unfortunately, you have absolutely nothing to even hit him with. The food that he brings you in plastic dishes, as well as cutlery. You try not to eat, fearing that he might have mixed something in there, but you are forced by force.

It's been three days, and Leon hasn't found you. You feel like you're starting to go crazy until you hear a muffled noise from somewhere above.

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

Has anyone ever told you that you are not the luckiest person?

You tried to attack from behind when they stopped stroking you. It was risky and you failed because the kidnapper reacted before you swung to strike.

You were very painfully punished, left lying on the damp floor in a terrible state, all in tears and without an evening meal.

It's been four terrible days in your life. All because you fiddled with your bracelet too much, which turned out to be thrown away quite far from the place where you were, forcing Leon to go on a false trail.

You felt terrible. It didn't take long to break you. You no longer hoped to see daylight or your loved ones, so you crawled into the farthest corner curled up in a ball and cried.

Having lost track of time due to another fit of hysteria, you did not want to pay attention to the opening door and hurried steps in your direction.

Preferring not to pay attention to your enemy, you became even more hysterical when he tried to turn you around to face him, affectionately calling you "angel".

That's what infuriated you. But when you opened your eyes in another attempt to attack, you froze in disbelief at your own eyes. Have you already gone crazy in this place? So fast, or was Leon really in front of you?

His light blue eyes were dark. Not as bright as usual, but maybe it's because of the lighting… Strong hands carefully examined your body for the number of bruises.

You looked away in the direction of the open door - your freedom, but you felt Leon's fingers gently tracing over your split lips.

You've never seen such quiet hatred before. You were shivering from the cold, feeling that tears were still flowing down your cheeks, and tried to snuggle up to Leon in search of protection and warmth.

But Leon himself pressed you to him, slightly lifting up his T-shirt, checking for underwear. You flinched, and then you heard a single question when you grabbed his back with both hands, pressing your head against his chest.

"That son of a bitch…" - Leon gritted his teeth, still looking at your stolen things on the floor. - "I'll kill him"

The fuse clicked.

Leon took off his jacket, putting it on you (with great difficulty, because you did not want to interrupt close contact with him), and then easily picked up in his arms, like a small child, carrying out of this basement. You closed your eyes just to not see anything else. Leon's scent worked better than any strong sedative, and you wanted him not to let you go anymore.

So small. Defenseless. Bruised all over. He will kiss you on the temple, looking at the sprawled bastard with such a look that it will be clear how it will end. Leon will hand you over to Claire, despite your growing hysteria over the loss of hugs, and do what he has planned.

It's going to be pretty bloody. He expressed some regret about Patricio, but Leon will never forgive someone who hurt you, leaving a scar on your soul. So he'll empty the whole clip on him.

Because of this, he will have some problems, but you are the priority. You will undergo a full examination at the hospital, where Leon will be reassured (partially) that your violence ended with beatings. In general, there are no physical injuries, but both Leon and Claire understand what condition you will be in.

He will take care of you. Try to do everything so that you don't remember that four-day nightmare. He will find a good therapist, but if your brain decided to erase these memories on its own, a kind of protective reaction to stress, then it will even calm him down.

Leon understands the reason for your detached behavior. He is glad that you are not afraid to let him near you, thereby subconsciously making him your shield. he's ready to be one before you start trusting people again.

No one heard it, but Leon was really crying quietly when it was over. You were sleeping after taking a sedative dose, and he was sitting in the bathtub thinking only that he could not save you faster.

He won't touch you once again for fear of triggering some kind of trigger, but in your head it is Leon the hero savior. Therefore, if you are looking for protection in him, then it's even good, because this is how he hopes to redeem himself before you.

In the end, you are faced with dissociative amnesia. You realize that something terrible has happened, but you have a lapse in memory. Leon will be the one who will start distracting you from your memories by persuading you not to remember. He really considers it a gift of fate and will go out of his way so that you don't touch this moment of life at all, leaving him behind a black curtain.

And yet one day he burst into tears clutching to his chest. While you sleep next to him feeling completely safe, Leon will need to hug you tightly and come up with better ways to protect you. He feels guilty that he did not save you and this feeling of guilt will gnaw at him for a long time.

"I'm sorry… sweetheart, I'm so sorry… - what you hear in your sleep. - "Never again…no one will hurt you. Never."You don't remember a damn thing, but you're scared because Leon is crying kissing the top of your head.

He won't let anyone else take you away.

[helsensm]

I cannot hold it in anymore I am absolutely OBSESSED with your art and the way you draw Lao.

I also would like to inquire….. just perhaps… what are your top head-canons for him, and/or your opinions on popular ships for him/which ones you like?

No pressure!! I hope you are having a wonderful day 🧡

me, trying to act normal every time an awesome artist I look up to says something nice about my art

Thank you so much! first of all, please take this Lao with you, he's yours now~

now let me preheat my bad english.....

Most of my Lao headcanons (if they are not related to a particular art I made) were yoinked from another ppl, because DAMN FELLAS your brains are sexy. 😏 So you might have heard some of them already, but here's my top general hcs for him.

NOTE: we are talking about the current timeline mk1 Kung Lao

- Lao is very expressive with his hands and he's THE TOUCH person. Just look at how many times he took Raiden by the shoulder in the first chapter alone?? He'll be pushing, and patting, and shoving, and punching you all over while telling about his breakfast or something.

- Lao is struggling with inferiority complex. Since childhood he was under a tremendous amount of pressure, he has to do things right, to be better, or else he would be mocked or punished. Now he believes that he should be the best, or he would not be taken seriously. He's constantly seeking validation in his peers, causing him to act cocky and over-confident.

- Anger issues, usually when someone questions his skill.

- People call him lazy because he tries to act like everything comes naturally to him. In reality he trains hard and takes things seriously. Like, he's fighting with a RAZOR RIMMED HAT fgs, it's not something you can master in a day! Also he always got energy running through his veins, lucky bastard... *cries in iron deficiency*

- He makes his hats by himself. With his hands. He designs and creates. ALL of them. I will die on that hill.

- He's a slow to trust, but ride or die as a friend.

- He's a trouble maker FOR SURE, but not a bully. He's respectful and polite to most of the people (if they don't provoke him), also drinks his respect-women juice.

- Master of sass and sarcasm. And yes, I think he swears, but in the right circumstances or the right company.

- He's got rizz NOW, but in his teens he had zero game because he could not keep his mouth shut and would scare off the person with the most ridiculous piece of idiocy.

- I read it in one fic and really loved the idea that Liu Kang "told the blossoms" about Kung Lao, and they really liked him 🌸 so now they are following him around and bringing him news and gossips, that's why there's always those goddamn petals aroung him aasghGHHHj 🌸🌸

- He's rolling his eyes at Johnny, but they quickly become besties.

- He actually has a cold relationship with Liu Kang. Don't get me wrong, he trusts him, respects the hell out of him and will run into a wall for a man. But I think Liu will distance himself because of all the memories of HIS Lao and how badly they sting. oTL

- That smile and a bow Lao did after loosing to Raiden? He meant that. Loosing hurted BAD, but the pain was pushed aside by the sence of pride and happiness for his best friend.

oh shit, this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to think about the other timelines and dynamics, we'll be here all week hhhhgh

About the popular ships... Well, I'm a big fan of railao (yeah NO SHIT who would have thought), but I am a multishipper, so I'm just happy to see my fav characters feeling good in someone's hands. 😊

I really like the liulao and laoliutana for several different reasons. 👀 The johnshilao (or is it laojohnshi..? erm) was the one that didn't impress me at first (love the Lao just third-wheeling with a tired expression <:'D), but recently I'm starting to warm up to all the different dynamics these three can have. And that is, in no small part, thanks to you and your kenlao agenda 👀💖 damn you created such a nice cozy universe for them I'm ����💕💗💖

Bi-Han/Lao is a bit random, but I love how catto did them, they are such a cute pair of assholes! >:3

ummm, yeah, so I'm going to stop there ahahhH. Thank you again for asking and for all the nice little feels your art provides, I admire you tremendously~

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Petty Shit Viz Has Done to the TWST Cast

She's not normally petty, and it takes her a while to feel comfortable enough to 'play around' this way

Rearranged the tea cupboard in Heartslaybul and Riddle couldn't decide whether he should be mad or not bc there are very loose rules regarding the storage of tea but. she colour coded it so now he gets to have a dilemma over it (bc he got after her for a rule she thought was ridiculous)

swapped salt with sugar because she asked Trey if he tastes his baking as he goes and he said basically 'everything's muscle memory at this point, I know what I'm doing, I leave taste testing to people who happen to pop into the kitchen'

made ice cubes from boiled hot dog water so when Cater came over he put it in his iced latte (he likely took something of hers without asking, probably something innocent enough it didn't really warrant that reaction but she's gotta be a shit sometimes)

Deuce would have no petty crimes committed against him. He is Baby.

She took a seam ripper to Ace's dorm uniform so at the next Unbirthday party he'd get in trouble (this is just retribution at this point)(yes she will fix it for him)

Leona is her favourite person to get petty with tbh bc shes willing to go to lengths with him she won't do with anyone else. (and he puts up with her more than anyone else, lowkey, in my brain it's like. you know when adult lions pretend to be hurt by lion cubs "attacking" them to gain confidence in their hunting skills? He's doing the same thing but in letting her explore Fun and what safe boundaries look like). ANYWAYS he told her she couldn't ever pull something on him he didn't see coming so she made him play sniper chess without explaining the rules first.

I honestly think Ruggie is safe??

If Jack ever stays over and desheds his tail in the bathroom without cleaning up properly, she won't let him back into ramshackle unless he puts a plastic bag over his tail

When she's mildly upset with Azul, (who she works for), she and Floyd only speak pig latin to each other. Jade understands but refuses to speak it. Azul doesn't get it whatsoever and it drives him nuts. When he finally gets it, the two end up switching to "egg".

She doesn't do petty shit with the tweels. It's either they're on great terms or they're not, there's no in between. She has a generally playful relationship with Floyd, and she and Jade are gossips + both enjoy mycology

Kalim is exempt simply because they don't interact enough to really warrant a petty reaction, though she does get snippy during chapter 4

Her and Jamil on the other hand, their entire relationship is petty personified, but it's mostly through words not action. (Exes, but they've never dated.)

She took all the cutlery from Pomefiore when Epel told her Vil was serving bite sized meals anyways so she figured they could all just eat with their hands

She has a lot of Impulsive Thoughts regarding Rook, but she wouldn't act on most of them. (they don't interact much)

Idk what caused it, what made her do it, I just know she took all of Epel's lightbulbs at one point. Didn't even leave him one to which kind he needed to replace them. (Vil knew she was gonna pull this shit and thought it was funny)

She won't mess with the Shrouds, Idia and her don't interact until like chapter 6 and uh. shits awkward between them. and Ortho is baby.

She isn't close enough with anyone in Diasomnia to feel it's appropriate to be petty, though she might get there eventually

[kingofbodyrolls]

Friendcation (m) | myg | teaser two

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Summary: When you get a flat tire, you think it’s bad luck, but when you fall flat on your ass and Yoongi offers to massage the pain away, has your luck finally turned? 😜

+ moodboard!

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word Count: 12,7K (517 words for the teaser)

Warnings: more pent up sexual feelings, second hand embarrassment, feelings, very tiny angst, smut; oral (female). Author’s note: Yes, I'm evil - giving you a teaser for each chapter! I'll give you two snippets though, and promise there's (light) smut coming in chapter two. Things are escalating 😜

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Teaser for chapter two is under the cut ⬇️

Jimin playfully teases, “Aw, it must be tough for Y/N and Yoongi, having to endure three long months without any... relief.” He shoots a mischievous glance at Yoongi, waiting to see his reaction. The atmosphere in the group is charged with a mixture of humor and anticipation, and all eyes are on Yoongi to gauge his response.

With a sense of frustration and embarrassment boiling inside you, you lash out, "Why is everything always about sex? It's like this trip has turned you all into a bunch of horny teenagers!” Your words carry a mix of exasperation and humor, and your outburst breaks the tension, causing your friends to burst into laughter.

Jungkook chimes in with a playful glint in his eye, “Well, they could always help each other out,” accompanied by a suggestive wink. Your face flushes crimson, and you wish you could just disappear into the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch what might be a subtle blush on Yoongi's cheeks, but your own embarrassment consumes your attention too fully to be certain.

AND

The trail is treacherous, and your feet struggle for purchase. Suddenly, you slip on loose rocks, landing hard on your ass. Pain shoots through you, and you let out an involuntary cry. Jimin and Jungkook rush to your side, their concern evident. “Are you hurt?” Yoongi's penetrating gaze scans your body, causing a warm flush to spread across your cheeks.

“I-I'm okay, I think…” you groan through the pain. “Fuck, you’re not okay.” Jimin's face tightens with worry as he runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, contemplating what to do next.

You attempt to stand up, but the pain in your backside intensifies. “Shit, my ass hurts,” you groan once more, attempting to massage the discomfort away.

“And DON'T crack any anal jokes right now!” you quip with a voice that's both pained and playful, fully aware of the absurdity of the situation. It must look comical.

Jungkook bursts into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over and clutching his stomach. Taehyung isn't far behind, struggling to contain his own laughter. Jimin chuckles, rolling his eyes at your remark. Yoongi watches in amazement, wondering how you manage to find humor even in such a situation.

“We're almost at Holly. Can you manage the rest of the walk?” Jimin asks, concern evident in his eyes as he notices your discomfort.

You shake your head, exhaling a heavy sigh, your pain evident.

“I can carry her,” Jungkook offers, his laughter still lingering in his voice as he steps forward, ready to help despite the humor of the situation.

“No, I'll do it,” Yoongi insists, his voice soft and reassuring as he steps closer, his touch comforting against your back.

“You don't have to, Yoon,” you protest with a slight pout as you attempt to rise, but a sharp surge of pain shoots through your spine, causing you to wince and falter.

“You can't even stand up. I'll give you a piggyback ride. Come on,” he strides ahead, crouches down, and extends his hand for you to climb onto his back.

So, are we excited? 🙈

[coffeebeans18]

Smaller Than Him

Warnings: Swearing, sex.

Some kinky shit

Y/n's POV

I'm in the bunker's library, watching Sam effortlessly get a bunch of books off of a high shelf. That shouldn't be a turn on. He's literally doing one of the most basic things ever. But I'm turned on by it.

It turns me on to see him grab things that I can't reach, and hold lots of stuff in his arms. His big, strong, muscular arms. I'm growing wetter by the second, just thinking about all the things I'd let him do to me.

Being smaller than him doesn't help me any. It actually makes things harder for me to hide. I live with him. I can't not be around him. It's hard to hide the fact that his size turns me on.

He's huge, and I want him to do things to me. I want him to fuck me so hard, my legs bruise. I want him- No. I need him to fuck me. I need his big arms to hold until we both pass out, after hard sex.

Dean: You're drooling.

He whispers to me, from behind. I forgot he was home, honestly. I was too busy drooling over his brother, to care. His very large brother.

Y/n: No, I'm not.

I whisper back, actually having to make sure that I wasn't drooling. That would've been embarrassing for Sam to see.

Dean: You might as well be.

Y/n: You're just mad that I'm not looking at you like that.

Sam: Looking at who like what?

He asks as he puts the books down on the table that I'm sitting at.

Y/n: Nothing. It's nothing.

Dean: Besides Y/n drooling over you and your arms.

And with that, Dean's gone. He literally said that, and then ran away like a child. What the fuck.

Y/n: Fucking child.

Sam: My arms, huh?

Y/n: I wasn't-

I look up at him, noticing the look he's giving me. That's the look that I give him when he's not looking at me. You know what? I'm actually horny enough to tell him, right now. I actually want him bad enough, to tell him what's on my mind.

Y/n: Yeah, I was thinking about your arms. And what I'd let them do to me.

Sam: Really? What would you like my arms to do to you?

Y/n: Everything. I'd like them to do everything.

Before I know it, he's got me in his arms and we're violently making out. Our tongues are fighting and he's walking me to his bedroom.

Sam: You don't know how long I've waited for this.

That's a shock. I always thought he'd want somebody around his size. Or close enough to his size. Bigger than me, at least. Maybe he's got a size kink, too.

Y/n: Me, too. Fuck, Sam.

Once to his room, he makes sure the door's locked, and we get to work in bed. Now we're both fully naked, and he's looking for permission to enter me.

Y/n: Whatever you want. Do whatever you want. I'm yours, right now.

Sam: I just wanna make sure you're ok with this.

Y/n: Absolutely. Just fuck me. Please. Please just fuck me, Sam.

He takes the yes, and enters my tight hole. Or maybe I was relaxed enough to become loose for him. I don't know. I'm not paying attention to what's going on down there. I'm only paying attention to who's down there, and what he's doing. And how much I'm enjoying it.

Sam: You're so wet for me, Sweetheart.

Y/n: I've waited for you for a long, long time. Of course I'm wet for you.

He starts moving in and out, and eventually quickens his pace. It started out as a normal day. Now I've got Sam Winchester fucking me hard. My day couldn't have ended better.

Sam: I'm not hurting you, am I?

Y/n: No. No, keep going. I'm so close.

He starts going faster. And soon enough-

Y/n: Oh fuck, Sam. Fuck.

Sam: You're so good to me, Y/n. Fuck.

Well, you know what happened. He pulls himself out of me, and falls next to me, pulling me close. He holds me close to him until we both fall asleep.

I've gotta thank Dean, the next time I see him. His comment might've been dumb, but it got me what I wanted.

[stinalotte]

Season 5, Episode 6: The Shrine

I said I had to gather my thoughts before I would be able to write something coherent. I still don't know if I can do it justice. It's weird, but I hesitate to call The Shrine my favorite episode because it's so devastating. It's very shippy, it has phenomenal acting from everyone, the story is heartbreaking, it should be perfect - but it just hurts so much. If this is my favorite episode, what kind of masochist am I? (Don't answer that, that was rethorical.)

I'm placing this under a cut because this is gonna be long.

The cold open on this one is just brutal. Rodney is already pretty far gone, and he calls himself "Mr Rodney McKay" instead of Dr, because "doctors are smart, and he's not smart anymore". To know what's happening to you, to slowly lose your mental capabilities and to be able to still process what's happening, that's cruel. And then he's calling for John, and that's when I had to pause the video for the first time because the tears were already coming. The title sequence hadn't even started.

Fuck.

I lost my grandmother to Alzheimer's a couple years ago. She had a slow and steady decline and thankfully, it was one of those cases where she just forgot more and more, but without the mental anguish. She wasn't panicking, or aggressive, or even agitated. Just a smiling, sweet old lady, who in the end didn't remember how to sit or eat or breathe. When she died, I couldn't cry. I was too busy consoling my mother and aunt at the funeral. The first time I cried was when I rewatched The Shrine, years later. It just shook something loose in me. It's also the point where I decided that if I ever got diagnosed, and was still in a state to do something about it, I would end my life on my terms. I'm not putting anyone through that.

I remember Kate Hewlett saying in an interview that a lot of people on set where crying during those scenes because they had family members with dementia, and that she had to leave the room at one point because it hit close to home for her too.

At first I thought it was mean that everyone was like, "Yeah I realized something was wrong when Rodney was being nice to everyone", but then I thought, no, that's actually a good point. Because his friends were uncomfortable with alternate universe Rod (who was too suave and cool) and they're uncomfortable with a Rodney who is uncharacteristically nice. They love him as he is, not a polished version.

I know everyone is giving Dr Keller shit for not wanting to try the Shrine, but I really think it's because she's a doctor. I work with doctors, and almost weekly I have discussions about respecting a patient's advanced directive. I've had a doctor wanting to install a gastric tube in a patient who was at the end of their life. We had the advanced directive that CLEARLY stated they didn't want that. When I confronted the doctor, she was almost angry. "But they will starve! I can't let them starve!" Yes, you can, and you will, and you have to. The hardest thing for a medical doctor is to have to sit back and not be allowed to do something that might help the patient. I think that where she's coming from. There are treatments to be tried, and if Rodney is taken to the Shrine, all those other options stop. I still think she was wrong and I don't like her approach, but I think it's an explanation why she was acting the way she was.

And then we have Rodney running to John's room in the middle of the night because of course that is the first and only place he'd go. It hurt to watch him be so frantic and desperate. And John is right there for him, grounding him, telling him, I'm not going anywhere.

Beer On The Pier. Yes, you have to write it like that because this scene is a fixed point in time and a goddamn cornerstone of this ship.

Rodney, knowing this is probably the last night he'll be this lucid, wants to say goodbye. And John doesn't let him. Because Rodney's stuck with him until the end. He's not going to turn away, no matter how ugly it's going to get. The very thought of saying goodbye is so foreign to John that he doesn't even want to discuss it. "That's final."

(Also, just for aesthetics alone, the night shots of the city are beautiful.)

I'm trying to be a bit less rambly, but what can you do when you have this masterpiece of an episode?

In the cave, when Rodney is intense pain, John has his arm around him the whole time and doesn't let go until he is himself again.

I love how everyone is so caring and surrounds him with love.

And ugh, the surgery - with fucking power tools. Barbaric. But necessary. But man, to hold your friend's head in your hands, holding him still, while a literal drill is going into his skull? I'd have passed out.

The only tiny little thing that was a bit jarring was Rodney's confession to Jennifer at the end, and just because for me, it came a bit out of left field. But I am nothing if not good at ignoring things that I don't like, so I'll just refer to fanfics that fix this. No harm done.

And finally.

David Ian Hewlett.

Holy fuck, dude.

HOW are you not buried under a shitload of Emmys? How is there not a whole wing of your house dedicated to housing the tons of awards you should have gotten for this? (I know he did get quite a few, but I'm talking custom built shelves in at least four rooms. Minimum.)

Everyone brought their A game acting wise, but this guy knocked it out of the park. It was heartbreaking, moving, extremely believable, and just jaw-dropping. David is, in my opinion, one of the best, if not the best actor of the franchise, and I don't say that lightly. I have a massive crush on Joe Flanigan and he's great, same with Amanda Tapping, but David is just fantastic.

So yeah. There you have it. My very concise, totally normal opinion of this episode. I doubt anyone reads all of this, but hey, this is my tumblr and I do what I want.

If you did indeed sit through all of this, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Feel free to tag or reply or add stuff.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Heyoooo Happy Monday!

Did yall read last nights Sinful Sunday update? its here if you didn't get a chance yet!

I also got tagged by @lizzy0305 for WIP Wednesday Monday!

WIP MONDAY

Detroit Become Human, Hurt/Comfort, Sad Gavin Reed, HankCon established, previous Hankvin, eventual Hankconvin

My love language is misery: (Ch 3 preview)

It's silent in the car since Connor and Hank left the station to go check on Gavin.  According to Detective Chen, the younger Detective had left work shortly after their ‘interaction’ outside the breakroom. Mentioning something about needing a change of clothes before walking out. Hank and Connor were quick to follow him out the doors and Connor’s earlier worry only compounded the longer they traveled.  “To answer your question from earlier, about me and Gavin having a relationship. sorta.”  “Sorta how?” Connor asks, needing to know everything to sort out a best course of action to help Gavin.  Hank exhales through his nose and keeps his eyes forward out the windshield.  “Before everything went to shit, and before me and Annie got together again. When we were both young and single, and fuckin’ everythin’ that moved… We hooked up, few times. But I thought- He never mentioned…” Hank huffs a little, struggling to find the right words, “I didn't think it was more than that… Always thought we were just playin’ but, what he said yesterday… haven't been able to get it out of my head since.” Connor analyzes Hank's increase in blood pressure and stress and places his hand on Hank’s knee in comfort.  “What did he say?”  Hank takes one hand off the steering wheel to squeeze it before returning his hand to its previous position on the wheel.  “That I only want him when I can’t have him. Specifically, when I’m already with someone else. I don't know, I guess, now that I look back and think about it, I can see why he said it. I’ve never been very good at maintaining personal ‘relationships.’” “I don't know, I'd say this relationship is going quite well,” Connor smiles. It eases enough of the tension hanging in the car and Hank chuckles.  “Yeah, I think that’s sorta the problem.” “He perceives me as a threat,” Connor interprets. “Big time.” “I see.” “We’ve always had a, complicated, relationship, Gav and I. But he's got some of his own additional demons on board. I think that might be what’s fucking him up now. Especially since uh, we aren't doing to much to hide our relationship at work.” “Yes, perhaps we have been playing a little ‘fast and loose’ with that line,” Connor agrees.  “Mmm,” Hank agrees. A few moments of silence pass in the car and then Connor has to ask,  “What happened to him?” Hank’s next exhale is obviously conflicted.  “Can’t tell ya that, I’m afraid. Sorry Con. It's his business, nothing personal. I just wouldn't feel right.” “I understand,” Connor says, because he does. No unintended subtext. PTSD is something Connor is intimately familiar with now, and he wants to come across as non threatening as possible tonight. “Are there any general things I should be aware of? I don't want to unintentionally set off an attack.”  “Just, follow my lead. And let him come to you. When he’s dissociating, he can’t always see what's going on in front of him.” More pieces slid into place for Connor with that confession.  “Like this morning, in the breakroom.” “Yeah, exactly.” It’s quiet another moment and then Connor says,  “He’s lucky to have someone like you Hank,” because he means it. Gavin doesn’t have a lot of friends at the DPD thanks to his almost 24/7 sour mood. And after today, he could probably use one.  Hank scoffs a little disbelievingly at Connor’s praise but meets him in the middle with,   “Yeah well, hopefully we can at least convince him to accept our help.”

@sweeteatercat @treeffles @disdaidal @tradedsymmetry @covenscribe @advictoriams @negative-citadel @writerwhowritesao3 and anyone else who wants to!! Have a great day everyone, I'm gonna try and get some sun today!

[itzpris15634]

Ah yes, Vinnie x Sharukh, please for 3, 4, 5, 10, 16, 29, 31, 41, 45, and 57

imma do this one first :))

hi boogie i read some of your shahrukh posts i'm taking those ideas now thanks

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

You already know this one, Mate. Next!

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected'?

Just kidding, I'll elaborate more. Vinnie, well, obviously. This time is interesting, 'cause Shahrukh's wardrobe is mostly expensive designer stuff, even the more casual pieces. Vinnie of course loves it just because it's Shahrukh's clothing, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't taking it as an opportunity to try the stuff.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected'?

They're both pretty protective. Hear me out. In my human au, Shahrukh's been working in the film industry since he was a child, and it's not a very fun experience *cough* abuse and exploitation *cough*

Vinnie is protective in the sense he doesn't want Shahrukh to get hurt again. But Shahrukh tries to keep Vinnie safe, and making sure he doesn't make any stupid decisions like confronting those people. Because 1. Most won't give a shit anyway. 2. Some are still very capable of very dangerous things.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

The campfire in Shahrukh's big-ass living room is lit, and what are Vinnie and Shahrukh up to? They start the night off with some chiller activities- board games, jigsaw puzzles, attempts at painting. Some tasks are more frustrating than others, but they manage. And ofc, classic cozy cuddling in a blanket ^^

10. Describe their first date.

Their first date? THEIR FIRST DATE?

Gonna go with Shahrukh taking Vinnie to a fancy restaurant. The attire is picked out, and Vinnie is drilled on all sorts of etiquette he's got to observe while they're there. While he is excited, Vinnie doesn't really get the whole thing. Everything is so shiny, fancy, and has a strange feeling that's hard to explain. Still, he tries to make the most of it. Cause surely a restaurant this expensive has some good food, right?

...Yeah, no, it's not for him. So after that restaurant, he proposed going somewhere more casual. Like an amusement park or something.

They have a quick change of outfit (cause they are not going there in fancy suits) and they try to let loose there. They play a few games, burning money and barely getting any good prizes, but Vinnie is enjoying it. Shahrukh thinks the place is messy and noisy, but anything for Vinnie, right?

All in all, their date was trying each other's own ideas of what would be best. While they might not understand it 100%, it certainly was an experience.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

I like to think that they can :)) After a long grueling day of filming and dancing for each of them, while sleep is tempting, they have so much on their mind to share.

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

Vinnie would jump just for fun, but only if it's just the two of them. If there are other people around he'll fear judgement.

So Vinnie is jumping a little. But as he tries to do it again, Shahrukh just grabs his head and pushes him down (in a playful sort of sense). The actor's a little freaked out inside, but tries to be chill and not get too mad at Vinnie.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

They're quite handsy, I think. Lacing fingers, touching knees indeed.

41. Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

Vinnie is a cold boi, isn't he? He shivers a lot. Shahrukh does the jacket draping.

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

Before they knew each other? Yeah, whatever. After? That's not too easy. The warmth, the love, the soft feeling of each other's skin... once they got used to it, it's hard to do without it.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

Shahrukh would usually have servants do all of his shopping for him, but with some convincing from Vinnie, he decides to give it a shot. Shahrukh, having never done this before, starts overworrying with stuff- a categorized list, a map of the store, and being super strict about sticking to the list. Vinnie tries to get him to have some fun with it, tossing whatever into the cart. Shahrukh is a little frustrated, thinking they're doing it wrong, but Vinnie is too cute to say no to.

I'll do the other one some other time ;))

[satancopilotsmytardis]

In part because I think it could be an interesting combination:

Collaring + Werewolves? (If you don't want to do werewolves, I put forward any sort of monster/supernatural critter you'd like to do.)

Pairing: Shigadabi

Content: Domination/Submission, Collaring, mentions of Overstimulation and Knotting.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." His voice is way too flat to be incredulous. Shigaraki is lucky that the full moon is a week away, because if he had saved this discussion for another couple of days he's likely to have ripped his throat out. 

"I'm not kidding, firefly." And Duster looks completely at ease, the box sitting on the bed simply waits for a response. 

"I'm not your pet." He snaps. Might as well be. It's a good thing he doesn't have a tail in his human form or it would be embarrassing him constantly by wagging any time Tomura gives him his attention for something other than work. 

"No, you're my sub, I'm happy to get you a more traditional collar to wear during the day and while we're playing, but since you're always worried about your teeth, I thought this would be more fitting." His voice is calm and even, his look unwavering, and Dabi has to resist the urge to drop to his knees and bare his neck. Only human and Shigaraki still has the command to make his wolf bow. Which really makes it impossible for him to growl and snarl and flash his fangs. "I'm not trying to insult you, Dabi, if this was out of line, then I'm sorry, you don't have to accept it." Even more annoyed because he's always so good about this. Hadn't blinked about bringing a changeling, doppelganger, full-blooded fey, or werewolf into his pack. Rolled with the punches. Somehow figured out how not to get himself killed and to lead them in the process. How to keep all of them from killing each other too. Dabi hates his level-headedness. 

Doesn't manage to bite back the growl, as he looks back at the box before turning to the door. "I'll wear it on Friday. If my wolf doesn't accept it, then you're shit out of luck you kinky bastard." 

"That's fine, Dabi." Definitely smug now, because if Dabi is leaving anything up to his instincts alone, Shig knows that he's already going to get what he wants. After all, Duster already knows what his wolf thinks of him.

///

"Alpha," Whining already, tail still wagging against the sheets though. His skin hurts. He wants to take it off, turn into his full form. Hasn't been able to for three months. Not since he joined up with the League. Not since his Alpha said he didn't want to have to lock him up downstairs in the storage room since they didn't have a good location where they could set him loose. But when he's like this, as long as his Alpha is paying attention, he can stay in his room all throughout the full moon without feeling like he's missing out too much on enjoying the night. He can even be good enough that Alpha doesn't have to chain him up anymore, though that's still nice sometimes. 

"I know, puppy, but I wanted to give you a present before anything else." Tomura reaches for him and Dabi is very good. Stays still so that his Alpha can scratch bare fingers through his hair and behind his ear. Dabi's tail wags a little faster, completely distracted while Tomura's hand is in his hair. 

But then it withdraws and Dabi tries to restart his brain. Present? Oh! "Yes please, Alpha." Happy to take anything from him, especially happy to take something that will help keep his mate safe. 

Duster looks a little amused, but turns to retrieve the box that has been waiting on his desk for them. Dabi's tail is making a rapid swish-swish sound fill the room as his it moves against the sheets. Tomura comes back with the pretty muzzle, gleaming gold like his staples, with thick black leather straps to keep it in place. "This will just help make sure you won't bite me. It won't restrain you from talking or anything else."

His ear twitches, "Are you sure you don't want--" 

"I'm sure." Too bad. Tomura would be such a good mate if he were a wolf too. Already good to him, already a good match, but he would be even more powerful if he were a wolf. Can't help wondering if the earth would crack under his paws while they were running together in the moonlight. "Do you want to wear it for me, puppy?" 

He wants to do anything that will make his Alpha happy, but, "Kisses first?" 

Tomura's eyes soften on him. "Of course, come here, baby." Sits up a little straighter, kneeling on the bed for Alpha, so that Tomura can kiss him. He can't have Tomura's tongue in his mouth, can't nip at his lips the way he normally likes to, too risky even if he does try to be careful, but he can lick into the other man's mouth. That's good too, and every touch against his oversensitive skin is wonderful, and his need is so quick and strong when it ignites through his veins. Tries to chase his mouth when Tomura pulls away, but is restrained with four fingers against his throat that make him let out a needy canine whine. But he keeps still as Alpha slides the cold metal over his nose and jaw, the thick leather straps another unfamiliar and solid weight as they wrap around his head. It only takes him a minute or two to get it secured, and once it is Tomura pulls back to take a look at him. "Perfect, how does it feel, sweetheart?" 

If his Alpha likes it, then it's definitely, "Perfect, Alpha." 

Amused red eyes on him, but they're warm and he's smiling, so Dabi doesn't care what was funny. "I'm glad you like it, baby." And Dabi waits. But Tomura doesn't say anything, is just watching him, that amusement growing, when after barely a minute Dabi is already squirming. He wants to hunt, to run, to change. But he has to be here with Alpha, which means-- He squirms a little where he's sitting. He's been good. Surely Alpha won't make him beg? Won't make him wait through half the night before filling him up again. He tries so hard to be patient. But after another minute he's starting to whine again. 

"You're such a needy bitch on the full moon, aren't you?" 

Dabi's face heats, a whimper in his throat, but his tail starts to wag a little faster. 

"Alright, let me see how much you want it, puppy." 

More than happy to show Alpha how much. Readily turns on the bed, stays on his knees, but drops his shoulders low, hips pushed up, tail raised, presenting for his Alpha. Already naked, so when cool fingers touch his overheated skin, just the light drag of them along his bowed back, Dabi immediately spreads his legs a little wider. Lets out a loud, broken moan when Tomura wraps his hand around the base of his tail and strokes his thumb along where it connects to his skin. Only person he lets touch him there, almost took off Toga's head the first time she'd tried when he was half-shifted in a common area. But when Tomura has a hand on his tail it feels so good. Makes him want to stay in his skin for a little longer rather than keep trying to escape it.

"Good boy." Presses his face into the mattress, muzzle cold against his cheek, to raise his ass even higher. Needs his mate so badly, always needs him so badly during a full moon. The hand moves away from his tail, but that's alright because he can hear Tomura moving. Getting the lube, spreading it over his fingers, and then he's back again. Doesn't need that, not really. His healing happens so fast against anything but his flames that he wouldn't even feel it if Tomura took him without it, but Alpha doesn't want to do that. Always insists. He tries to keep being a good boy as cool fingers spread the lube over his hole, as they push inside his needy body even though he wants to rock back against them so badly. He's patient for the few minutes it takes before Alpha is satisfied with how ready he is, and Dabi's cock is already hard and dripping. Gets hard so fast, can cum so much and so often on moon nights, knows his mate won't leave him unsatisfied in spite of not having his supernatural stamina. "I think my puppy has earned a treat."

And that has him moaning and whimpering into the sheets. Means that Tomura is going to keep fucking him, going to stroke his desperate cock until he knots on nothing tonight. Then might wait for it to go down and make him knot again inside a toy. His thighs tremble, he wants it. A hand returns to his tail and gives it a light tug. Manners, oops, he forgot. 

"Thank you, Alpha." 

"Good boy." 

Feels like one when his cock sinks deep inside his ready body.

[stinger-shot]

Yey! Silly vent because I feel like shit!

Read under the cut if you want the juicy ass details

So basically, I gotta let this shit out.. its fucking me up a bit rn.

I met this dude around the start of 2021 on tiktok AND HE WAS SO TALENTED AND FUNNY but he always said he wasn't. Anyway time skip a lil..

We started getting into a few arguments near the middle of 2022. And they where just small disagreements then they gradually got worse and worse every time it happend. And it especially got bad when I made another friend on tiktok who loved doing art related things and drew my old persona back then.

And HE WAS NOT HAVING IT and he said quite alot of bad things to me. Did I stay friends with him? Yes I did. Did I also block the nice guy just trying to be my friend? Yes. I blocked them out of fear of loosing my best friend.

And near the end of 2022 we started dating because things had gotten a better.

Oh how I was so wrong. Everything just went downhill when he left high-school. He always needed attention. He got mad at me because I couldn't set an alarm BECAUSE he was up at 10am and I was up near 1pm. So I forced myself to do so mutch bullshit for him. Like draw him art as an apology and it drained me do badly I could hardly do my own personal art.

I didn't even have personal art at this point. Every time I fixated on something it was what he was fixating on because he'd get mad at me and argue with me if I wasn't.

But everything was calm when it was around April in 2023 and we where finally getting along like an actul couple because of a game called final fantasy. We where obsessed with it for months! And then around June or July I re discovered transformers.

I have never felt as happy in a fandom since 2019! Like holy shit the fandom is so sweet.

But I kept it a secret from him he still doesn't know. Then at some point I made this tumblr to get my stupid little urges out and now look at where I'm at. I haven't been this happy in a LONG while.

And just st the start of 2024 my ex got into an argument with one of his friends and I offered to talk to them. so he agreed and I spoke to them.

Im so fucking glad I did.

Because without their help I'd still be fucking miserable. They gave me the confidence to dump that bitches ass and I honestly feel like a weight has been taken off. Because it honestly felt like a chore every day of my life just talking to him.

And my other friend on discord had helped me out to. Including you silly fuckers on discord/tumblr. If your even reading this... if you are why are you still reading this?

But anyway. I just needed this off my chest. Because it does hurt a little spite how good i feel but I just have an off feeling. I haven't put down everything that happend while I was with my ex and some things might be in the wrong order or time but at least I'm forgetting it?

Just. I love the transformers fandom so mutch mutch really helped me pull through...

Fuck I'm ranting. Uh. Bye!

Also a big thank you to Avery and rex for helping me feel better (rex I've only known you for a little bit but jesus christ I fucking laugh my ass off because of you) jesus I'm sappy as fuck. (and avery your so fucking cool. You helped me alot.) And belyyvolks (I've had alot of fun messing around about ironhide XD) I'm not tagging because I don't want alot of attention on this post.

[non-neutoniangender]

So I finally got my life together enough to continue my C3 watch... I'm still at 33, I've made more progress on C1 recently. Finally the combination of finding Mini Metro and actually logging onto Tumblr on the web made the barrier of watching Those Episodes bearable.

Spoilers for ep 33 and minor vibe spoilers for episodes in the future that I'm not sure of but its all stuff I absorbed via osmosis and fandom.

It's been almost a full year since these episodes came out and I was mindlessly scrolling Tumblr during my 10am linguistics lecture and stumbled upon everyone panicking because of the lack of diamonds for the amount of people who died. Anyway.

The anxiety of not quite remembering exactly I learned happened is not doing me any favors, but good god, I can really only handle some of this stuff not watching live.

Anyway, here are some assorted thoughts:

Liam you really did not have to make me Feel Things about Orym and his husband while Orym is passing out.

Laudna what is that spell that adds hit dice, that is So Good

Good GOD Otohan is not pulling any punches.

.....this is so close to TPK wow.....

Matt hesitating before essentially killing his wife's character, but doing it anyway.....

It's really interesting to see so many of them up and huddled around the map, things are really getting heated, with Liam just living behind Ashley and Laura's chairs.

"I don't want to be the only one not dead" followed immediately by "soometiiimees you gotta cut a bitch" Yes Travis, that is the correct energy to bring to this clusterfuck.

:OOOOO Not the natural 20 to fucking save Laudna

Begging the DM for the extra hit point like its gonna matter lmao

"I should be more complete at my job" Good GOD

The sending stone 😢

And there's the first one

"We've met before" 😒😒

The sense of failure, the bitersweet feeling of seeing Will and Derrik again 😢😢

I hate it for them that they are getting important lore while they are on the verge of a TPK and loosing their characters

and yet they make jokes like "we can't afford that Sam" to careless whisper

"He is not a creature at the moment" :O omg. Ow. God that hurts.

I gotta say, I'm really enjoying seeing all these hail mary type moves.

You really only see the uber creative dumb shit Hail Mary calls when things are extremely dire.

I love how Beau's voice and mannerisms sneak out a lot as bits and jokes

And there's the second

"That was a helluva run" 😢

"Embrace it or be culled like the rest" oh my god

"That brings us straight to your initiative because everyone else ahead of you is dead" Oh my god Matt

If this actually tpk'd, this would probably be in the running for the longest, most painful tpk. Usually its all at once, rocks fall, everyone dies, the dragon breath attack....

Something about Travis repeating "do you fight it" to laura is so sweet to me.

Also Imogen is making such a wild decision mid potentially worst day of her life omg.

"Save your last line, you might still have a chance" Damn Matt you didn't have to be Like That

"I give in, and I fuck Chetney" "We all do at some point" 🤣

"Is she your favorite" and the immediate "I'll go with you, I give in" oh my god. Having seen that clip of Laura being like 'I didn't know Imogen was in love with Laudna' oh my god the pining is there.

Oh shit the whole city is turning red.

And THATS the end..................

I was gonna go to bed but........ Maybe I can afford to make 1 poor decision

I love the friendship, everyone congratulating each other and matt, no hard feelings. But I wonder how many people are rolling up characters just in case cuz oh my god.

[rinwellisathing]

It's a Thankless Job: Part 3

It was almost dawn by the time Sentry was headed home and the realization that he was about to be in quite a bit of trouble was just starting to hit. He picked up his pace as he dashed through the park, the full moon slowly beginning to fade as the sky lit up. He cursed under his breath and looked nervously back and forth, wondering if cutting through the trees might be quicker. It was worth a shot, so he left the path and darted into the small pocket of forest that sprawled through the park. The path was laden with roots and fallen branches and he could hear the fading sounds of night birds and nocturnal animals as he picked through the underbrush, cursing the booze headache and the fact that his vision was blurring. He almost didn't see the massive creature laying beneath the trees as he nearly stumbled over it. “Shit! Okay...now I know I drank too much...” He stumbled backwards slightly, looking down at the body of a massive bear, its fur matted with blood, its breathing heavy and labored. “Okay...um...” he looked the creature over. On the one hand, bears could kill you. No amount of cuddly fur or adorable dopey face could make that fact less true. On the other hand, it was seriously injured, there was a bad gash in its side...plus, bears weren't a thing one usually saw in a city park, for all Sentry knew this thing escaped from a zoo or that pop up circus that sometimes performed around here. “Okay, big guy, you're lucky I really like animals...” He sighed, kneeling shakily beside the creature and resting his hands against the wound. The bear gave a warning groan and clacked its teeth, but Sentry didn't withdraw. “I'm trying to help you, dumbass. If you bite me, it won't work and then we're both screwed...so...y'know...” He muttered as his hands began to glow with radiant energy. The wound on the bear's side began to stitch itself back together, blood replenishing, muscle and flesh knitting back into place.

The bear groaned again and its body began to glow brightly. Sentry's eyes widened and he fell backwards, cursing as he landed painfully on his ass. His eyes widened when in the bear's place lay a muscular elf, taller than Sentry by maybe even a full foot or more. His brown hair hung loose down his shoulders and his body was almost fully naked, scars intricately patterning his flesh, most prominently across one side of his face. “Um....wow...” Sentry coughed, looking away, his face bright red and his eyes wide. “Er...I've heard of this in like...some weird folk-indie rock hybrid songs, but um....wow...” The elf looked a bit embarrassed as he stood, reaching down to help Sentry to his feet. “My apologies...It appears I was less than careful while I was out and about last night...Thank you for your help.” Sentry took the man's hand and clambered to his feet, taking a moment to steady himself. “Yeah...no problem...this isn't a drunk hallucination then? You seriously were just a bear and when I healed you, you turned into...into a hunk?” It was the elf's turn to blush a bit at the terminology. “I was, indeed, the bear you helped. Yes.” He replied. Sentry nodded, slowly removing his wool coat and holding it out to the man. “Here, it looks like you could probably use this more than me.” He tried to avoid staring at the man's muscular chest, or worse yet, the massive bulge beneath the simple white underwear. “Thank you...” He held the coat up a moment, realizing his powerful arms likely wouldn't even fit the sleeves, and instead, tied it around his waist. “I should get home before I scare any early morning joggers.” “Here, I'll walk with you.” Sentry offered. “I mean, wouldn't want you ending up hurt again, after all.” The elf nodded his head. “I'm grateful for your help, then...?” “Oh. Sentry. Sentry Ojeda.” The tiefling smiled. “Don't think I caught your name either though, bear guy.” “Halsin Silverbough.” The man replied. “My home isn't far, thankfully. I live above my veterinary clinic at the edge of the park near the lower city.” “Oh, the one with the ducks on the banisters?” Sentry couldn't help but laugh. “I passed that earlier. Cute touch there.”

“Thank you, I carved them myself.” Halsin beamed as he walked by Sentry's side. The two talked a bit more about the veterinary clinic, about Halsin's work there and what sort of animals his patients were. Sentry did his best to skirt around answering any questions about his own work, the most he shared was 'modeling' and 'sometimes my friends and I do podcasts...' Halsin didn't push further, however, and Sentry was grateful for that. It wasn't often his comfort mattered to someone.

Finally, the two arrived at the clinic, stopping a moment, Halsin stepped into a less visible spot on the wrap around porch and undid the tied sleeves of the coat, handing it back to Sentry. “Thank you again, let me know if any blood or dirt got on it, just send me your dry cleaning bill.” “Nah, don't worry about it. The way I've been skulking about last night, any stain could've just as easily been my fault.” The tiefling waved it off. “Nice meeting you, Doctor Silverbough.” “Please, just Halsin is fine.” The elf assured him as he produced a key from a small, simple flower

pot beside the door and unlocked it. “And thank you again, Sentry.” ----

Sentry finished his journey home and scrambled up the wall of the manor and into his bedroom window, touching down on the floor with a sigh of relief. Assignments for the day had not been handed out yet and he might even still have time to eat some breakfast before beginning his day. He started towards his closet to get changed, yelping in shock as he noticed he wasn't alone in his now very well organized room. “Good morning, my malevolent master! Since you are my charge after your dear brother's passing, I took the liberty of sprucing up your living quarters. I hope you'll find my improvements to your liking.” Fel grinned, bowing deeply, a label maker in his hand, which Sentry noticed he'd been using on the various drawers of art supplies at his desk.

“Um....great...yeah...thanks, Fel...” Sentry scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Look, you didn't tell Sarevok I was out last night, did you?” The little fiend crossed the room and patted Sentry's hand gently. “My putrid princeling, we all mourn in our own way. Your brother was a great man, a visionary! It only makes sense you would need to...ahem...blow off a little steam, shall we say? Engage in some bloodshed? To cope with his passing.” The butler gave a knowing, understanding smile. “Besides, it is as I told Master Gary when he first came here. Sarevok may be our deadly don, our cartilaginous capo, but you are Chosen. Father's very own flesh.”

“And that wasn't the case when I was sixteen?” Sentry quirked a brow, folding his arms across his chest. “You were still a child, young master. Now you are a strapping young man and in the absence of your dear, departed elder brother, you are your father's truest remaining heir.” Fel gazed up at Sentry with an almost fatherly sense of pride and took his hand, guiding him towards the door. “Now, why don't you head down to the kitchen and have some breakfast. We can't slay on an empty stomach, now, can we?” Sentry stifled a laugh. “Yeah, that has a completely different meaning than you think it does, Fel. But still, you're right.” And with that, Sentry made his way down the hall and to the grand staircase, heading towards the kitchen. The light was on and Orin was already sitting at the small round table in the center, pouring food into a bowl of milk from a cereal box with a grinning black goat on the front proclaiming 'Wouldst Thou Like To Live Deliciously?' as it held a spoon over a bowl of sugary chocolate cereal. The box was labeled 'Phillip O's: Part of a Balanced Breakfast'.

“Hey Orin. Sleep okay?” Sentry asked as he opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a box of toaster pastries. “I dreamed of slaughter and blood.” She grinned as she ate a spoonful of cereal.

“Good, good. Sounds like some great inspiration for a painting.” He nodded as he bit into his breakfast, leaning back against the counter. He watched as Tomi, Jackal, and Gabraela filed in to find something to eat. “Good morning, little siblings!” Tomi chirped, opening the fridge and pulling a smoothie that was right off some influencer's page from inside before joining Orin at the table, fixing her voluminous silk and maribou robe so she could sit in her chair properly, the rich red material cascading over the sides. “Oi, shithead, why are you still dressed for the funeral?” Jackal barked at Sentry as he shoved past him to grab a toaster pastry from the same cupboard. “Slept in your clothes, did you?” “Nope. Some of us don't need sleep...or even meditation. Spooky, isn't it?” Sentry smirked, sticking out his tongue. “You actually do need sleep, kid. One cannot live on red bull and spite alone. Believe me, I've tried.” Gabraela interjected hollowly as she peeled a banana and started up the coffee maker. “Right, I'll take that under advisement.” Sentry rolled his eyes. He took another bite of his toaster pastry and then looked around, mildly uncomfortable. “What? Why are you all staring at me?” “Well, dearest little brother, Sarevok is still out finishing some things regarding Gary's death, the legal rigmarole and all that...So as our dear departed big brother would have done in such a situation, you're in charge of doling out today's responsibilities.” Tomi explained patiently. Even the way she ate was unsettlingly perfect, not a smudge left on her lips or a drop on her robe. “Huh..Okay....let's see then...Orin! Deliveries. Fel has a list of customers with hits out on them, so you'll get to try out those cool new knives. Fun!” Sentry grinned. Orin's face lit up in a manic smirk as she poured herself another bowl of cereal. “Thank you, Slaughter-kin! I'll need extra energy for all the stabbing!” “Jackal, protection collection. Huh...hey, that rhymes. Anyway, lower city docks. And please, for once try and vary your kills on the ones marked for elimination. Your MO is sloppy and the cover ups are getting to be a headache....and that's a thing Gary said before he died, so don't try to argue.” Sentry glared at Jackal, pointing a finger accusingly. The drow grumbled and turned to storm out of the room muttering to himself.

“Okay...Tomi, you're still on the press circuit about the family's recent tragedy and then tonight you have a client in the upper city. Dinner and a show. This one isn't marked for dispatch, though, so you've got to just grin and bear it if he's a pain. Sorry.” Sentry winced. “Oh don't worry, I can make my own fun off the clock.” The pretty elf winked. “Besides, this client is valuable for our image. I know exactly what to do.” “Good, good. Okay, Gabraela, that leaves you on check ins and tying up loose ends. Today you're paying a visit to some of the gambling rackets, mostly the fights, so that should be right up your alley.” The young tiefling concluded.

The older tiefling nodded, tossing her banana peel in the garbage and quietly leaving the room. “Huh...efficient as always...Well, that wasn't so hard. And as for me? I've got content creation in the morning and back to back clients all afternoon. I'll probably stop by Loviatar's Love as well, just to utilize our space there.” Sentry thought outloud as he crossed the room. “Well, see you two later!”

---

The room at Sharess' Caress was currently set up to look like a locker room. Sentry wasn't sure how Wysp managed to make the sets look so good in a relatively small space, but somehow he always managed it. The tall, lean muscled drow was currently setting a stack of fluffy white towels on the edge of a bench, another one wrapped around his waist. He pulled one from the pile and tossed it to Sentry. “Wow, I really can't wait to relive high-school for today's set.” Sentry gave a sarcastic little grin as he popped the button open on his black tripp pants and unzipped them, carefully stepping out of them to avoid the purple plaid straps just waiting to trip him. “Still better than homeschool in Menzoberranzan.” Wysp shrugged as he looked at his feet and groaned, picking up the fluffy orange cat that had, again, wandered into the set and carrying him back to an out of sight corner of the room to his cat bed. “I swear, Malta...” He muttered under his breath. The cat gave an indignant yowl in response. “There's food in your bowl! The one that is directly beside you!” The cat made a noise that sounded vaguely like a grumpy old man complaining and finally laid down.

“Okay, so to recap: I'm changing and you walk in on me, then standard bullying kink, humiliation, exhibitionism, spanking, tail pulling?” Sentry ticked off the list of content tags they'd discussed. “Yup, that's the plan. And of course, some exclusive snaps available signed for the highest bidder.” Wysp added, nodding towards a more old fashioned instant camera, the sort that spat the photo out directly. “Nice. Those should sell pretty well.” Sentry grinned as he secured his towel around his waist. “Hey, do we wanna spray eachother with some water for a sort of sweaty look? I mean, far be it for me to try to insert real life logic into porn, but like...we're supposed to have just worked out or played a sport, right?” “'Played a sport'?” Wysp repeated, snorting with laughter, his violet eyes dancing with mirth. “Please, Sentry, do try not to be EVERY goth kid stereotype known to society.” “Oh, like you're some big jock yourself.” Sentry rolled his eyes, giving his friend a playful shove. “I've actually got some trophies in tennis and volleyball under my belt, unfortunately I earned them back in The Underdark so the name on them isn't right...” The drow sighed. “Oh well. Such is life!”

“Dang, I learn something new about you every day.” Sentry whistled as he sat down on the bench, raising up his phone to snap a quick selfie. Post from XxPreciousLittleBhaalBabexX: Filming today! New video for next week's release, increase your subscription to Unholy Assassin Tier today and be one of the first to view!

Wysp looked at his own phone and chuckled. “Ow, the edge. I love your gimmick, don't get me wrong, but the whole Bhaalist thing just screams Hot Topic Goth.” Sentry shrugged, a knowing little smile crossing his face. “Yup, that's me. But I certainly do commit to the bit. Besides, you've got that whole new age dude thing going with the Elistraaee worship.” Wysp sighed, rolling his eyes. “Except I DO actually worship her.” “Right, yeah...heh...That's...that's fair.” Sentry gave a somewhat awkward grin, realizing it was probably best to drop the subject, after all, it was true, everyone who followed his work thought the Bhaalist thing was a gimmick, and that was good. He had found the best way to avoid detection was to be loud and proud about it, when you did that everyone just chalked you up as some edgelord playing a part to look cool online. It had served him well in many ways, from the times his clients turned up dead and people immediately wrote Sentry off as simple proof that 'real' Bhaalists were offended by the client's fetishization of their religion. No one ever suspected him. “Sorry, I didn't mean to insult your goddess.” “You didn't. But I appreciate the apology all the same.” Wysp smiled softly. “Now we should get to work, after all, we both have a lot ahead of us today.” The drow moved to turn on the camera and start recording.

Sentry's phone lay forgotten outside of the shot, at this point resting with his pants near the cat bed. Malta's wide green eyes fixed on the screen as it lit up and the phone gave a notification buzz, the words on the screen reading 'New Subscriber: HandofTyranny

[negative-speedforce]

2, 4, 8, 11, 15 ("fell in love" can be used loosely if you'd like), 18, 21, and 25 for Jay and Ellis please?

2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

Jay: Yes! Regina "Reggie" Barron is Jay and Cassandra's child and they named xir after Jay's dead best friend.

Ellis: Probably not. They might be placed in a guardian angel position over a child at some point, but that's more like a godparent.

4) What color or colors do you most associate with your OC?

Jay: Cool tones, like soft blues and greens. Specifically- sky blue, seafoam green, olive green, baby blue.

Ellis: Sky colors, I guess I'd call them? Metallic gold and silver, white, light gray, blue-white.

8) Greatest strength and greatest flaw about your OC?

Jay: Jay's greatest strength is his earnestness. He puts his entire self into everything he does, and he's very steadfast in what he believes in and his loyalty to the people he loves. His greatest weakness is that he's loyal to a fault. He will stand by a person who he cares about, even if they're destroying both him and themself (see: Siv)

Ellis: Ellis' greatest strength is their compassion. They're always willing to help someone in need, no matter the cost. Their greatest weakness, on the other hand, is their inability to understand humans. Given that they've spent most of eternity with other angelic beings, only coming down to earth for specific missions, they don't really get mortals.

11) What actor or voice actor do you see best playing as your OC?

Jay: While preferably I would put out a casting call for a trans guy who uses mobility aids, Sasha Allen I think is the closest to how I imagine Jay.

Ellis: Immediately Gwendoline Christie. She'd be 100% perfect for Ellis, full stop. Plus, she's already played Lucifer in The Sandman, so she'd already have experience playing an angelic being.

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love?

Jay: He dated Cat for a minute, but they didn't work out, since Cat realized partially through their relationship that she was aroace and was just dating him because she was scared to be alone.

Ellis: Has never been in love in the traditional human sense. I'm not even sure if they'd particularly understand the concept.

18) What is your OC’s greatest fear?

Jay: Losing another friend. One reason Jay is so fiercely protective of the people he cares about is because he doesn't want another Gina to happen.

Ellis: Becoming something they're not. Because of their smiting, Ellis is terrified that when they finally lose all their angelic traits, they'll become something malevolent and hurt someone they care about.

21) Any embarrassing secrets your OC demands you take to the grave but you will share anyway?

Jay: Paid for his engineering degree by drawing furry porn for commissions. To be fair, he only had to attend a year and a half of college, since he graduated so early, but he's probably never going to tell anyone how he paid for school.

Ellis: Crashed through a barn roof when they fell from heaven and spent the next few days hiding out in said barn, living with the cows and the horses.

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it?

Jay: In the original version of my fic, which was a Marvel/DC/Star Wars/Percy Jackson crossover (I was 14, okay and I thought that was THE SHIT), Jay was the kid of Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye (Yes, I did change only one letter of his last name when I adapted out all the Marvel stuff) so I chose his name to sound similar to Clint's other kids.

Ellis: Their name means either "Benevolent", which fits their personality and story pretty well, or "the lord is god" which is a pretty good name for an angel. In disguise as a human, Ellis goes by "Ellis Angelos", with "Angelos" being just "Angels"

[writemywaytoyourheart]

do you think that those who are in denial about the tae’s situation is actually kinda /disappointed/ with taehyung? i mean bcs we can see that tae is someone who REALLY values his privacy and if its true about him dating her i think its kinda weird that he would freely went out with her in public, knowing & ALLOWING the paparazzi taking photos of them freely :// i get it that if they want to go public, but i think a simple statement could just be made & whatever mess that is happening rn in the fandom could be stopped.

and i admit that jn is hot & pretty, but tbh she doesnt looks like tae’s type lol i always picture him dating a woman who is more elegant/classy/chic and i think the situation will be different if he dates someone else (bcs these two fandoms are always at each other throats lols)

however, i know that we owe both of them nothing & should be respectful of their private life. and tbvh i dislike how ppl always trying to relate & connect whatever things that both of them do in their life to each other just bcs they are in a r/s, both of them are their own person first and foremost i feel like now ppl will only discredit their own hardwork bcs of their relationship ://

sorry for the long rant tho hope you have a nice day!

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this. I've been in a weird place this past week. Everything's been a blur.

Anyway! Thank you for being patient 🙏🏻

Firstly, I'm not gonna speak for majority of people bc everyone is different, not everyone is sad or mad or happy. That being said, I would hope people aren't disappointed in him, although some might be, I can't say bc I don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️ everything i say here is solely my opinion and in no way an attempt to lump anyone into a group.

And speaking of, in my opinion, neither of them has done anything wrong and there's no reason to be disappointed in Tae himself as if he's done something he shouldn't have. But that's me! I can't stop people from feeling what they feel.

Who knows, maybe he doesn't gaf anymore, y'know? Idols are constantly being stalked and ruined by paparazzi, it's sick and inevitable. Maybe they just wanted it to be on their terms? I'm sure they knew they'd be on camera, but I'm not them so I don't know that either. All I can say is if they did know and wanted it on their terms so they said "fuck it" then I say SLAY. It's about time idols feel like they have some say in their own lives even if all hell breaks loose bc of it.

I don't think a statement would have been much different tbh. People will be angry if they want to be angry, people will be happy if they want to be happy, and people will be hurt if they are hurt. A statement might have made it more clear instantly, but I think it's pretty clear already imo. And I think people still would choose to wonder if it's say, a promotion scheme thing, like they have already. People like to make conspiracies if they don't like the truth about something.

Fandoms are constantly a mess for one reason or another honestly 😭 idc we can all fight it out as long as tae is happy and the army's that are genuinely hurting are not attacked just bc it would be easy to point fingers at them. I'll stick up for our artists and I'll stick up for the army's and blinks that are hurting 🤙🏻💕

Jennie is so much more than hot and pretty, though. I've been a blink for almost as long as I've been an army. I found bts in 2017 and blackpink just a few months later. Yes, they are beautiful and talented. But they are also sweet, and kind, and so funny. Jennie has gotten so much shit that she never deserved. It's easy to hate people when we don't know them and when we're behind a screen. I personally love her, I don't know her in real life, but from what I've seen of her, she is so loving and kind and funny and protective and just all around an amazing human being. It doesn't matter what I think, but in my opinion it makes sense for those two. They're both amazing souls that are full of goodness. And if that ever changes or is proven different for either of them, then I guess I was wrong. But that's how I feel rn.

As for the ideal type thing. I've got a few things to say about that.

First of all, we don't know them. Their ideal types could be the exact opposite of what we think or imagined. There's never a way to know.

When they say stuff about their ideal types, its usually when they're newer in the industry and younger. And they are more than likely feeling pressured about answering so they either pick general things, or what they think then, and it probably changed lol. I doubt anyone's ideal type stays the exact same forever.

Besides. What if his ideal type was the opposite of Jennie, and then he met her and fell for her anyway bc he's not shallow? Seems like that happens a lot to people that aren't immature.

You might not have meant any harm with that comment, but I think you should think about it some more. It's offensive to Jennie to say she's hot and pretty and end it there, like that's all she has to offer, and also offensive to Tae to say it's weird he ended up with her bc armys imagined it differently and to think he'd pick someone solely based on their looks. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, he likes her and that's that.

And let's be honest. Asking a teenage boy what he likes in a gf/bf is stupid. Firstly, it doesn't fucking matter and who knows why tf they do it. But also, teenage boys are most likely gonna be shallow. They are gonna focus solely on looks, especially in a society that normalizes that.

And then they'll be labeled with that even as they grow and begin to mature in their thoughts and words and as they realize it's not okay to label people as needing to be a certain height or weight or to shove them in a box to fit their "type".

It doesn't matter if it was someone else, like I said people will be mad if they want. Its an excuse to hate on someone who they have already chosen to hate without good reason.

Fan wars are stupid. I'm just gonna say it. They're stupid and immature and literally pointless. It has been such a ridiculous journey being both an army and a blink. It's honestly disappointing that fans feel like they can validate the war between BTS and Blackpink. There is no war between them and never was lol. Just the fans that can't grow up. Like damn. Hasn't anyone learned? Can't we love our boys and girls by showing them love in ways that aren't solely on votes and views? Fans start attacking their own for not streaming. Ridiculous.

Nonnie, I hope that you don't think I've attacked you personally in any way in my answer. I know it might not be how you think or perhaps something was worded in a way that you did not mean. I think the word 'disappointed' triggered something in me and brought me back to years ago when Jungkookie apologized to army for the dating accusations and said he wouldn't disappoint us. That still fucking hurts me so badly to think he'd give up on something just to keep fans happy. As if they won't someday grow up and marry and leave him wondering his own worth in the end. It kills me inside when they feel like them being human is a disappointment.

Tae could never disappoint me unless he did something unforgivable, and that certainly wouldn't be dating someone.

I hope that no one feels like that about him, but they will feel what they want and I can't stop that. I also hope people won't be judging their accomplishments bc of their relationship.

You don't have to apologize for sending long asks guys, I don't mind at all and there's nothing to be sorry for!

Love you nonnie, and again I hope I didn't hurt you with my answer. It is to a lot of people, not just you 💚

ILY 💜

-chip

[adzeisval]

It's okay just to say I'm not okay

Izzy has a rough morning. Also on AO3.

Izzy woke up later than he’d intended to and groaned. It had been a rough night. The sea had been tossing the ship about and the wind was howling and screaming. Izzy looked across his room to see his prosthetic had rolled all the way over to the other side of the room. He sighed. 

Izzy eased himself down onto the floor and crawled on his hands and one knee over to the prosthetic. He managed to get it on and get himself off the floor and standing. He was a little unsteady at first. It still happened every once in a while. It probably always would. 

He went about his morning duties and got the crew up and going and looked around for any damage that might have been caused by the storm. Izzy tried to ignore the rubbing of the prosthetic against his skin, he must have put it on a little off.

Izzy gave orders to the crew, he pointed out things that needed to be fixed. He fixed a few things that he could reach but he wasn’t able to get up into the rigging as easily as he could before and it was safer to stay on the deck. 

“Spriggs, there’s a loose rope to your left!” 

“Fuck Izzy, why don’t you come up here and help.” 

“Little difficult to do that Spriggs,” Izzy called back. Izzy supposed he could try to climb up, he could in a pinch but…chances were that he would fall. Sometimes it didn’t bother him what he couldn’t do or couldn’t do as easily anymore but other times…it got to him. He knew that he was lucky to have lived through the infection and amputation. He was lucky to have a place where he belonged and where they cared enough about him to help him.

Izzy saw Edward and Stede making their way around the ship, Izzy needed to tell them a few things and started down the stairs. One of the straps holding his prosthetic snapped and the leg came off. Izzy tried to hop down the stairs and managed one but then went sprawling down the rest, landing hard on the deck. 

Fuck. 

“Izzy?” 

“Is he alright?” 

Ed and Stede were at his side helping him sit up. 

“Are you alright Iz?” Ed asked. Izzy wanted to say that he was alright, he should be alright, it was just a stupid tumble. But the stupid leg strap had snapped, and his ribs hurt, and he was bleeding from a cut on his arm and…and…

Izzy started to cry. 

“Oh shit,” Ed said, “Stede, can you get Roach and the leg and meet me in the cabin?” 

“Yes,” Stede said, “Hold on Izzy.” 

“I’m going to pick you up and get you to the cabin alright?” Ed said and Izzy managed to nod. Ed picked him up, carrying him bridal style all the way to the cabin. 

“Sorry,” Izzy mumbled when they got to the cabin. 

“It’s alright Izzy. Having a bad morning mate?” 

He nodded. It was so difficult sometimes to talk to Edward about things involving the leg. He didn’t like to make Edward feel bad about it. 

“I’m sorry Izzy, wanna bitch about it mate?” 

Izzy snorted, “Stupid leg rolled across the room in the storm, put the straps on a bit off and it was chafing and hurting, Spriggs didn’t mean to but he made me feel a bit useless because I can’t go up into the rigging then the fucking strap broke and I fell and…and I just get sick of it sometimes. Not being able to just get up and walk!” 

“I’m sorry Iz, so sorry for my part in this. But I’m so glad you’re here mate, I’m so thankful I still get to talk to you every day, see you every day. Everyone here wants you to be here because we love you. You are an important part of our family just as you are.” 

Izzy sniffled, “Thanks Ed.” 

“Roach is here, ready to see if that cut needs stitching?” 

Izzy nodded.

“I’ll see what we can do about getting that strap fixed and maybe get some more padding so it doesn’t chafe.” 

“Thank you.” 

Roach came in and checked the cut which didn’t need stitches and gave Izzy some salve for the chafing. His ribs were bruised a bit but no breaks. 

“Any other concerns Izzy?” 

“No. Thank you Roach.” 

Stede was the next to come in, with a tea tray filled with goodies, “Got you something to cheer you up a bit.” 

“I’m not going to break you know.” 

“I know. I just want to cheer you up. I don’t know what Edward said but you know how much we all care about you I hope?” 

“I do. I’ll be alright, just needed to vent. I’m not that easy to get rid of.” 

“And we don’t want to do that anyway.” 

“I know,” Izzy said. 

“When you first got here, when we realized how sick you were I really was afraid it was too late. Even with the animosity between us at that point I was really afraid you’d die. But you’re much tougher than that. But when you don’t feel tough it’s okay to have a down day and let others know what you need.” 

“Thank you Stede,” Izzy said. He tucked in to the treats that Stede brought and Edward came back in and they spent the afternoon bullshitting in the Captain’s Cabin. Some of the other crew had worked on the prosthetic and by the end of the night it was fixed and the fit was even a little better. Roach had put a couple of more straps to help keep the leg in place and there was a little more padding to help with chafing. 

Izzy walked around the room a bit, trying the fit out. It was indeed a little better. He still wished that he didn’t have to deal with the damn thing but…he was alive and had his family and maybe everything wasn’t perfect but it was enough.