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koreposion · 1 year

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I HAVE A HEADCANNON FOR YOU!

Okay. Just imagine with me for a sec. Everyone calls Nightmare an octopus, but! The dude acts like a cat. So, what if he's, like, a cat with four tails, and they just like... POOF every time he's startled. And he just instinctively purrs when he's content and hisses when he's upset. AND HE CAN'T CONTROL IT.

Idk, I just thought it was cute and funny and dumb.

People call Nightmare an octopus just because of his tentacles. Which I get, but then he could also be compared to a squid.

But this is to say that octopi are basically just sea cats. Of course this isn't the fandom wide reason why the comparison is made.

However, I do like this headcannon because it tracks with more monster like traits that could be explored. Nightmare truly is very very fun, so granted with the idea of cattiness that means he has claws, can fit in tight spaces, scares people by sneaking up on them. Is just an amazing hunter all around.

I truly do love that for him, but catty wouldn't be the proper word for him. More like predatory!

#This is a good headcannon #sorry about the animal rant at the...#well the whole post #But anon you can cook!!!#wooo

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devildom-moss · 11 months

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Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle – sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

#anon #ask #requests #f!mc #diavolo #spice tier #fem!mc #obey me #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #can anyone tell by now how much I love to cook just by how often I include really specific food in my fic #now to see if I can write all of Mammon's june fic at the last minute #Also sorry to complain in the tags but writing smut is so difficult when bad brain kills any horniness you can harvest for a week

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daisychainsandbowties · 9 months

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Is it just me or does shin hati lacks personality?

i think it’s pretty obvious i don’t think of Shin as lacking in personality. i love what i’ve seen of her so far - think Ivanna is absolutely killing it with her performance so far, playing this mixture of intensity and homegrown Jedi calm, of a girl who is very alone and also trying to hold herself away from caring about anyone she might have to kill. i mean, i don’t know why you think she has no personality (i’d be interested in hearing your reasons) but to me she’s a fantastic character. if you know me you know that it takes A LOT for me to write fic for a character or a ship. so if wolfwren has moved me, i can pretty much guarantee i don’t sell out for looks with no personality.

but let me actually explain why i like Shin

firstly, she’s had very little screen time, to the extent i’ve probably got gifs of every frame of her so far on my blog. meanwhile Sabine has all of Rebels, Ahsoka has The Clone Wars, and Huyang is, frankly, a very typical example of a speaking droid. reminds me of c3po (i think he’s great, just not original characterisation). and they’ve all had more screen time in these four eps than Shin, who nonetheless has, in my opinion, demonstrated tremendous presence in every single scene she’s appeared in.

how she shows up on Lothal, stands there and says in her maddeningly calm tone, “we’ve been looking for this.” it’s just… so tongue-in-cheek, and Shin could so easily have sic’d the droid on Sabine and made her escape, could have smacked her against a wall with the Force and strolled away. but she chooses to stay. and the way she dances around Sabine’s blows… grabs the hilt of her saber to manipulate her in the fight, putty in her hands. flips her over her shoulder and plays plays plays with her… the grace and the wildness and the strange fascination of their fight. god she’s just!! so intriguing.

i think people pay too little attention to how much characterisation there is in a fight scene. we have Sabine fighting with a style that’s very much a mesh of form 1 and form 3. it’s defensive, it has hints of Ahsoka in it, her own modified and slightly more useful variation of Soresu (form 3) and then we have Shin. i need to examine her moves more closely to tell what forms (i think definitely forms plural) she’s drawing from - not much makashi, which makes sense since Baylan is Jedi-trained. her movements remind me of Maul’s style in The Phantom Menace, but there’s an element to her style that feels more… joyful, freeform, free verse.

she spins and pirouettes and barely avoids the cut of Sabine’s lightsaber. there’s relish in those movements. she can clearly block blaster bolts magnificently, has the athletic and acrobatic ability for ataru (the form yoda favours, and anakin to an extent). she’s a muddle of contradictions. silent so often but when she fights, when she flies that fighter…she’s golden.

and wry, too. watch for those slight smiles. the “you almost got them” and her hop-skip in the forest on Seatos, the “hello there” energy reminding me so much of Obi-Wan. and then her obvious terror when the Inquisitor falls, spewing green smoke. at the time i thought she was afraid for herself, of Ahsoka, but she was really afraid for Baylan. he’s trying to be a Jedi Master to her - there’s distance in their relationship, and GOD you can see her longing for contact, for touch, for something she can push and feel pushing back.

i think it’s why she antagonizes Morgan, why she waits to duel Sabine. she wants to… touch something and not just in a physical sense but in terms of connection. the light is so much about embracing life and i think of Shin trapped in the middle of that, not good or evil, light or dark, but caught in a terrible silence. her care and her fire is contained but it burns. especially when she fights, when she loses her temper “you have no power”, choking Sabine at the end, and that’s just the fire that creeps out under the door! beware the smoke.

the moments of fear, of guarded concern, of delight and fascination, anger and joy. i mean!! she’s a girl of few words, but when she speaks she SPEAKS. and when she doesn’t you can see so much going on in her body language, her face, her eyes, her actions. i think both of her fight scenes are beautiful examples of character through conflict.

i always use duels and fights for character-building. a fight is boring with nothing behind it - and with Shin we see, at first, fascination. wanting to prove herself, to show she’s the better padawan, but she also… i think she could have killed Sabine very easily. i would have run from Ahsoka too, but she honestly could have murdered Sabine right there. i love how they’re creating this sense that Shin is both… disturbed and intrigued by Sabine in episode 4. angry and also… holding her by the wrist, standing between her and Morgan.

listen, i am going to ship wolfwren whether or not my cows come home, but i really don’t bother with characters who aren’t interesting. so, yeah, i think Shin has plenty of personality! i love what star wars has been doing with the girls who have red(ish) sabers lately. i adore Reva, i am regularly insane about Trilla Suduri, and i think Shin is very different from them but no less fascinating! i’m loving the tentative line she’s walking between dangerous and vulnerable.

and, yeah, i think they should kiss.

#shin hati #wolfwren #ahsoka show spoilers #anon #i think it might be a case of wait and see? i’m not saying you’re wrong anon btw #you can (and should) feel however you want about a character #but i do encourage attentiveness with characters who don’t get many lines if spoken dialogue #they are often shouting in other ways 💖#but yeah i love her. kissing her confused little forehead #have thoughts about loth wolves and shin i need to cook but!!! woah

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ohn-jay · 1 year

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Sorry about the anon hate re:Blaze, I just wanted to say that I really admired your positivity, we should definitely call out this kind of behaviour. I reported some folks in the notes. Anyway, I hope you're having a great day! Keep doing you!

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This is what #truesolidarity looks like! Thank you for looking out for me. I couldn't say the same for my family or my wife and her family. Or my employer. Or my therapist. Or my landlord. I always count on good friends though (:

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kit-williams · 1 month

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Medical anon here! You can find my blog at medical-anon-whau on tumblr! (it is a side blog or I'd send you a message from there)

Yeah only issue with side blogs is that they can't send me things which is why im fine with ya'll keeping your anon titles.

I just need to say how thankful I am for the community of writers that accepted me into their ranks and how I've been able to foster others to write.

It feels amazing. And I literally have so many people to thank and you are just another person I have to thank who basically told me "I like the way you think! Here let me just give you more stuff to fantasize!"

And to all my anons and others who are interested in my little world I made. Ya'll are free to send me a DM if you have any questions about my headcanons if you need something that I haven't covered already.

#reply #answer #all my anons #i am legit blessed #for the people who have decided they like my vibes #who decided that 'yeah i like her writing'#for the people here for my yanderes #and the people here for my husbandry #i haven't had this sense of belonging since i was deep in the halo community in college #there i also was writing stuff like this #thank you all for letting me write #for letting me cook so to speak #idk if i can say thank you enough #momrad being sentimental #also thanks for everyone being cool with me mom posting and gushing about dadatar

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pkmn-smashorpass · 7 months

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wait so what are daddy issues if not for "issues you have with your dad???" why would i like a fatherly thing if i don't like my dad

I don’t know exactly how to explain this to you but I’ll try.

My dad sucked so I’m attracted to guys who have “good dad” type of qualities.

I’m not specifically attracted to actual dads or older guys.

But if he’s kind and has his shit together and can fix things and take care of a house. I’m so attracted to that.

Someone explain this better than me.

#it’s more about the vibes than being my actual dad #also dating someone who seems like they would be a great father is great if you want kids #my man takes care of himself and he can cook and fix things #if I’m stressed or anxious he can take over a situation #it’s just very comforting #but he’s not like my dad at all #pokemon #pkmn #pkmn smash or pass #pokemon smash or pass #ask #anon #entei #smash or pass

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not-poignant · 14 days

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hi pia i just wanted to respond to what you said in your tags about the burnout w chronic illness. and i dont mean to condescend or blame but i think your burnout came about because you are an absolute beast of a writer!!!!! the amount of words you were pushing out consistently had me wondering what kind of spell you must’ve been on. (in a good way, except it turned out to be harming you) you worked really really hard for a long time, i think harder than many healthy people even (my chronic illness could never). i know you also enjoyed writing (we enjoyed it too!), but that workload honestly never looked sustainable. the astounding part is not that you burned out, but that you managed to push for so long, despite your handicaps and hardships. want to be careful not to sound like im praising/blaming you. but you’re really just build different than a lot of folks. i hope you had time to recharge so far and keep taking it easy. i do miss your updates but i can assure you im fine waiting, as are your other readers! its really okay! get better soon 💐🐀💓

Hi anon,

This is very kind of you to say, but tbh, I don't think many people know how much some writers can, well, write.

I might seem like an over-achiever, but there are writers out there who easily write around 6000-10000 words per day, and release a book per month. I have met successful authors who aim for 150k or 200k at NaNo, because 50,000 words is 5 days of work to them.

It's hard for me to comprehend, because I know I can't do that. But likewise, I think many folks don't realise that I actually used to write a lot more than I do now!! For some years it was normal for me to write 50-80,000 words every single month. NaNo was a joke. That caused burnout, and so I adjusted down to a 25,000 minimum monthly wordcount which sometimes felt so easy that it was absurd. I now have a maximum which I have to adhere to per month (50k), because it's too easy to go past it.

For me, writing is relatively easy. It's still work, yes. I still need to put time into it. But I don't need to put in the same amount of time as someone who hasn't done it for thousands and thousands of hours. I don't need to put in the same amount of time as someone who can only touch type at 80 wpm, when I touch type at 120-150 wpm.

The amount of stories is an issue, and the number of chapter updates is an issue, but the actual output re: words themselves really isn't. In fact I've written more words this month than I did last month already, and will very likely hit my monthly minimum with the next chapter.

The things that contributed to my burnout are multifaceted. Getting a puppy. A death in the family. Not having access to the mental health drugs I need to function for a long period of time. Friendship disintegration. These things can cause burnout in anyone, even if they are working very sustainably, because they all require separate labour on top of the labour that someone is doing for their job.

When I come back from hiatus, I will not be writing less. I don't believe the wordcount is the issue and haven't for a long time. I will be scheduling out less chapters, because admin is overwhelming to me. If you told me that my job wasn't writing anymore, but I had to schedule + figure out when to post twice as many chapters, I'd fail, lmao.

So I will be addressing admin stuff! But the amount of words I was pushing out, anon, was completely sustainable, and in fact a highly reduced number compared to what I was pushing out 6/7 years ago. Anon, I have been pushing out this many words or more for 5 years without stopping until now. It's felt comfortable. It's been so much less than what I used to make myself write.

So yeah, again, it can be hard for people who don't do this professionally to imagine writing at this level. And all professionals are different. I couldn't write 150k for NaNoWriMo, but the people writing 100k a month find that extremely easy to do. How I feel about their output - that it's impossible (because it is for me) is not how they feel about their output. For them writing 50k a month to make it easy might be extremely laughable to them, like, 5 days of work and then they get 25 days off. That's sometimes how I've felt about 25k (though it's more like 10 days of work to me - which is great, because I have chronic illness lol, so I need a lot of rest days and periods).

The amount of words I was pushing out consistently will be the amount I go back to because that is truly the most sustainable part of my job. I don't expect folks who haven't plugged in as many hours into writing, and who haven't written millions of words to understand, but the fact is the more you do something, the faster you get at it. The more practice you have, the more competent you become.

That was actually how I knew the burnout was so bad, because the easiest part of my job - the words + the writing - was impossible last month, and I only ended up with 14k for the first time in 5 years, and had to make a call.

The reason the hiatus is so frustrating is that so much of it is being caused by external factors, and not actually the job itself. Like yes, I am working on too many stories, and I can address that, but I was actually doing much higher wordcounts when I was working on less stories.

It's all the extra stuff that becomes very overwhelming! But I'll get there anon, and my wordcounts aren't going anywhere.

#asks and answers #pia on writing #no one else can decide what is causing my burnout except for me and my therapists #and someone else being like 'i couldn't imagine writing your wordcounts so it must be that' is like #it's kind of you to want to problem solve it anon but that is not the problem #those word counts are actually the *solution* to #a different kind of burnout i had 5-7 years ago lmao #if a person cooks dinner every night all their life #and then has 20 other things in their life go wrong #so they can't cook dinner anymore #the thing they need to permanently stop is not cooking dinner #it's the 20 other things #aslkfjsda that's where i'm at #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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xariarte · 1 month

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LOVED your little fic excerpt so much!! i love the sort of angsty little dynamic between jalen and josh… love jalen calling josh "bro" directly after f*cking him it's SO perfectly them. thank you so much for sharing this with us!!

Thanks anon! I'm delighted you loved it so much! I was somewhere between half-awake and dreaming when I imagined it up, and when I wrote it down, I was like, "Hmmm, maybe I should post this someday!" 🤔

But I loved it too much to keep it in my drafts forever and I kept seeing all my beloved mutuals talk about their need for a Knicks rpf...so someday became yesterday. Probably for the best. I am still overwhelmed from all the compliments. 😭💖

Also, I posted it on ao3, so you can read the polished version here!

#can you tell i've listened to the podcast too much #my fave part in the draft is when josh threatens to flash donte...it makes me laugh every time 😭😭#that's how i knew i needed to share it. jk i know i was cooking on that draft. i just didn't know if y'all would agree though! 😂#thanks anon!#ask

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stormyoceans · 1 month

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https://x.com/PiscesPing/status/1780635005225701695

no poddpapang winnysatang my perfect man arm. im anticipating a lot of school content again and not a single adult man in a police suit that fits his trained ass. i should probably go back to the european series.

I KNOW THE SITUATION LOOKS DIRE ANON BUT LET’S NOT FULLY DESPAIR YET

i’ve decided im gonna be clowning so outregeously from here until tuesday that the universe will be so shocked by the sheer insane delusional vibes im putting out that it’s gonna end up slipping and making my vision happen

so hear me out. we still have guy and pepper. we get the two of them now and then we get poddpapang for GMMTV 2025. on god we’re gonna complete that quadrangulation of older underrated actors stuck in side roles who deserve to have main ones and to kiss more men until we get the ultimate poly relationship of my hope and dreams

i also think that after the success of both i feel you linger in the air and the sign, GMMTV will actually give us a historical BL for sure, which i think could go to earthmix or forcebook, and possibly a series with different jobs other than office ones and doctors or chefs, which i hope will go to aouboom. and at this point im pretty sure we’re getting that mafia series with p’jojo and firstkhao, so hopefully we will get more variety this time

ALSO THE WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!! IM BETTING EVERYTHING ON THE WOMEN IM SELLING MY SOUL FOR THE WOMEN WE’RE GONNA GET MORE THAN ONE GL AND THAT’S FINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

but i do understand feeling frustrated tbh. this really is NOT how i expected part 2 to go, and only yesterday i was sitting here wondering if i should just leave for a while, but remembering why i was even drawn to BLs in the first place kinda helped me with it. i think in the end the best thing we can do is doing what makes us feel better, and if you have to step back from this genre for a while then that's completely understandable, although im still hoping we're gonna get something good that we can look forward to!!!!!!

#I FEEL LIKE NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE IM SORRY #WHAT IS ENGLISH #but yeah i think it's okay if you want to move on to something else for a while #but also please manifest with me anon!!!!!!#we can still get something good!!!!!!#and honestly it's pretty sus that jimmysea cut their hair at the same time so who knows!!!!!!!! maybe they are cooking something!!!!!!!!!#[gets dragged into a padded room]#the point is whatever you decide to do is okay and im here for you if you need to vent or anything 💜#gmmtv 2024 part 2 #m: ask

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amiharana · 10 months

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Ghost of Chigago (Noah Floersch) is such a post calamity revalink song i'm sorry

(ghost of chicago)

oh anon don't be sorry this is such a cute and bittersweet song 🥹🤍

imagining it being sung from link's point of view, traversing the empty, rundown hyrule of botw after he beats the calamity and the spirits of the champions have already passed onto the afterlife, except for one. revali stays behind, and decides to watch over link; his spirit can't pass on because he regrets never having confessed his feelings to link back then, the least he could do was put it into something useful if he was to stay 🥹

and so revali becomes the ghost of hyrule, a ghost that link sees everywhere but can never catch up to. he's the mirage of a sharp glare in link's morning tea, the biting wind pinching link's cheeks in the flight range, the breeze that tousles link's bangs and tucks his hair behind his ears when he sits atop the rito rock pillar. a ghost too familiar from even beyond link's regained memories, one who never leaves him alone, found in every corner of hyrule but one that link can never corner and always slips from his fingers, just always out of his reach.

just... link traveling all over hyrule again and no matter, where he looks, he catches glimpses of revali everywhere, here and there, in the distance. this ghost that haunts him, but somehow seems to protect him and watch over him. this ghost that link dreams of sometimes, of a life that seems so far away, of one where they possibly loved each other. could it be true, that this familiar ghost once loved him?

(link wonders if he loved it back; and somehow he knows, that he did.)

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #q #i wrote this with a headache at 3:30 am and the song looping #it's actually very cute thank you anon for the rec 🥺#i wish i had the ability to draw well bc i can imagine this song as an animatic #like i have these scenes in my head of link hiking through the faron woods and jungles & revali's ghost flying above him #or link catching fish barehanded in a river with revali perched in a tree shaking his head fondly at him #or link by a cooking pot at night in the forest but he's seated in revali's ghostly lap #with revali wrapping his wings around link to somehow keep him warm from the night chill 🥹#LORDDDD I MISS THEM SO BAD

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crayonurchin · 2 months

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im 23 and you won’t CATCH me at a club but here are some questions i ask myself when im considering saying no to plans: what about this sounds stressful? will i be able to get quiet time or even *leave* if i am not enjoying myself? are there people with me who recognize when i’m not having fun who will check in with me? will i be able to access what i need to regulate (food, water, meds, whatever) during the event? <- these usually give me a much better idea of why i dont want to go and if i should push through. if it sounds mid, i dont know anyone, and cant leave, im not gonna even try. best of luck !!

Okay this is legit really good advice, and thank you for it <3

I already have security in leaving because I don't drink, so at any point I could drive home. And I do think that some of the aesthetics would be fun.

But staying up SO late, paying a fair bit of money, wearing uncomfortable clothes, blasting lights but also really dark and (big thing for me) music I don't like, are all parts of it.

Also people get mad emotional at these things I find, and I don't want to be around drunk crying or shouting or over-affection or- any of it.

Thank you for reminding me to use 'grounding' questions. Still got some wobbly emotions about it but that's okay, I prefer a wobble to a spiral <3

#my nuggets are cooked <3 #the group offered for me to hang out before they go to the event #and as much as my anxiety wants me to not go I think I will #that's a boundary push I feel ready to try #and when they leave I'll have something planned I can do that's fun #hey guys?#if the emotions get a bit too emotiony #eat a plate of oven chips and nuggets #not high end cooking but at least it's food #thank you kind anon xxx I appreciate you taking the time to write that

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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ok but how ab subby dbf!bucky?

Submissive older men?? It's like you want me to lose my fucking mind 🙃

But really, this is so hot. Even just the thought of being on top and teasing him. You've been making out for long enough that he's desperate, gripping your bare hips and trying to claw back his composure faster than he's losing it. He's not succeeding though.

Neither of you are entirely sure how long you've both been naked for but you're acutely aware of how wet you are. He feels it too, groaning when you grind your hips, brushing your dripping sex against his length while your mouth is sliding against his own.

"Fuck, I need you." He pants between kisses, doing his best to ignore how ruined he sounds. You can't ignore it though.

"You need me?" You tease, reaching between your bodies to grasp his length, giving it a slow stroke and enjoying the weight of it in your hand. "That's pathetic."

His lips part and he lets out the quietest moan, lost in the feeling of your body settling over his tip while you continue to stroke him. Your core is slick, reminding him of warm, wet velvet. He's slid into you so many times before. He's felt the way your body accepts him, the way you sink down on him until he has nothing left to give you and the way your body squeezes him like he's everything you've ever needed.

Your wet heat continues to rut against him, letting his tip nudge your clit, not letting him inside and he notices just how you gasp each time it makes contact. "Please let me inside you. Oh God, please let me fuck you."

"Why would I let you fuck me? You think you could actually please me? You're stupid if you think you're enough for me. I need a real man who's not going to whimper like a desperate little bitch before he's even inside me. Not some old man like you who's going to finish way too quickly." God, he loves being degraded and the power that comes with getting him like this gives you more of a rush than you want to admit.

Your hand wraps around his throat, your other hand still other holding his dick as he babbles and begs. After a second, you let your hips fall, his leaking tip sliding inside you until each inch is buried as deep as you can take him.

"O-oh fuck, oh please. Please slow down." He groans, his eyes squeezed shut, gripping the sheets beneath him so tight. "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck." He's mortified to even have to say it because he's barely inside you and he's already losing his control.

"You better not cum, Buck. I didn't take my birth control this morning. That's not what I'm doing this for anyway. This isn't for your pleasure, this is for mine. You're nothing but a warm dildo for me, you got it? You're just here for me to get myself off on."

"Oh holy shit." He pants, doing his absolute best not to fuck himself into you from below and blow his load far too soon. "You shouldn't have told me you're unprotected. I'm gonna stuff you so full, there won't be a doubt in your mind that you're pregnant."

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artheresy · 5 months

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Don't you just love the psychological whiplash of a blog that starts off unserious, with posts of headcanons that are fluffy and silly and often clearly meant to be crack?

And then they make a post that makes it clear that OP has decided to hop on the angst train and run you over like the Astral Express??? (*side-eyes a few blogs I've been lurking around recently*)

Btw I love your posts about the Zhuming family of three (feat. bby Yingxing) pls feed us more~ <3

It’s a character arc in its own right honestly XD! Many apologies to anyone who’s had to watch me spill put all of my Blade and Yingxing angst recently, I will not be able to get better I think it’s slowly getting worse ❤️

The fics I have planned won’t make it better but hey! At least they’ll have happy Zhuming family and HCQ moments too :D

And I’m so glad you love those posts, they’re some of my favorite to make and I have a few stored in my drafts including some wips for designs for Huaiyan and Ardens Regia 👀 I will definitely feed y’all soon!

#jaxie’s askies #anon #anon pls know ily #and im really so glad you like my silly little headcanons about that family dynamic #they will be a silly little family no amount of angst cooking in my brain can weather their family dynamic!!!#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr blade #yingxing #huaiyan #baiheng #ardens regia

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frecklystars · 1 year

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ok so imagine starscream and bee just sitting patiently at home, waiting for you to get back. maybe they're trying to make dinner for you while you're gone! (i don't know if they know much about human food, so you may have to order takeout. but dang it, if they're not trying their best.)

Anon... I freaking LOVE. the idea. of Decepticon Second in Command ruthless I-Killed-Cliffjumper Lord Starscream HIMSELF... standing next to my Honeybee and both of them are somehow, SOMEHOW, tolerating each other... and trying to cook something. Together. God that's so cute!!! That they'd do that for ME!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 AUGHH anon thank you so much for that visual. I love that so much.

And you're right! They have no knowledge of human food, let alone cooking it; it's probably like that Steven Universe first comic issue where the gems are all throwing random inedible ingredients into the bowl and thinking they got this 😂😂