#also i would say sorry for doing riddle so dirty

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Forever mine

(james/sirius; loose soulmate au; ruthless, protective sirius!!)

The first time Sirius meets his soulmate is when he’s dying in his arms. 

The thought ‘I’ll end whoever touched you’ hit him with such dizzying force, he had to brace himself against the ground for a minute. 

Sirius hadn’t ever been particularly aggressive, had tried hard to stay away from the murderhurtviolence running through his blood, but in that moment—in that moment, he imagined he was feeling what every single Black had for centuries before him and would continue to do so after.

It was supposed to be a simple errand--a beer run for Regulus who refused to get off his couch until he became one with the upholstery. It wasn't supposed to be like this, him kneeling on the ground, soaked in blood and rain, praying to a god he hadn't believed in three minutes ago

The man--and who would've thought of that huh?-- was tall. Not as tall as him, but certainly far, far larger. Ropes of muscle travelled the length of his well tanned arm; thick, toned thighs lying still on the pavement. For one, obnoxious second, Sirius wondered about the possibility of being picked up and twirled around before shutting that train of thought down real quick. 

How utterly delusional, and he wasn't even the one bleeding out.

He was dressed in athletic wear--perhaps out for an evening jog?--and the fabric was molded to every crevice of his body, thanks to the rain. Before he'd passed out, Sirius had the opportunity, the honor, of seeing huge, brown eyes staring up at him with desperate pleading shining through them.

And that thought, that memory, was what got his blood boiling all over again. 

How dare his soulmate lie here, bleeding, on the edge of death if the holes in his chest were anything to go by, and desperate and alone? If Sirius hadn’t been out for fucking alcohol, if Reg hadnt been a depressed, heartbroken parasite in his house, if that asshole Evan hadn't cheated on his baby brother--if, if, if. 

His soulmate could've...would've been alone, dying, dead.

Sirius slowly unclenched his trembling fingers, letting go of the deathly cold fingers sticky with blood. His other hand was still wrapped around the man's--his soulmate's--back, helping him lean back against Sirius' chest. A sort of quiet, dangerous thrum filled his body, taking away all the restlessness from before. He didn't know what was about to happen next, how the man would pull through, how he would pull through. But he knew this: whoever did this would rue the day they were born. 

 He made two phone calls. 

First, The ambulance--a man is dying, come as quick as possible, I dont know how long he has left. 

 Next, his father. 

 'Father.'

'Son.'

'I need you to find someone for me.'

And that was it. Sirius might've had his differences with his family, might've run away from them in multiple fits of pique, might've even been threatened to high heaven and back but at the end of the day he was still a Black and Blacks looked out for each other. Rule number one. As long as he had blood running through his veins--and perhaps even after that--there was nothing on Earth that could keep them away from each other. 

John Doe. 

That's what it said on the patient chart. John fucking Doe.

All those blood tests, all the evaluations, and what use was it for if they couldn't even conduct one measly identification? 

Sirius resisted the urge to growl out loud; he wanted to throw something, wanted to scream the place down until something happened, but he barely controlled himself.

No. That wasn't the way to go about this. 

Dammit, this soulmate business was quite annoying. He hadn't felt this many emotions in such a short span of time, with such intensity, for quite some time. Perhaps never. That's what made him so deadly as a businessman. Sirius had never once needed to raise his voice, or his hand, to get something done. 

Which is what made his sudden penchant for violence so...jarring. He didn't know how to control it, couldn't keep the bloodlust from seeping into his thoughts. He had half a mind to check his reflection in a mirror--surely his eyes, usually a dark grey, would've turned red by now at the force of his impulses? 

He shook his head at the ridiculous thought, wondering when he'd lost his mind.

(He knew when. It was the moment he heard the bang-bang-bang, the thump of someone falling onto the pavement. It was when he looked down and felt his own flesh ache in response to the holes left in his soulmate's body. It was the outpouring of years of emotions he hadn't even known he'd repressed) 

"Mr...Black?" A hesitant voice brought him back from his memories, making him internally grateful for the distraction. He stood up to face the doctor looking at him with a weird look on his face. Sirius could see why--here he was, dressed in a half undone suit, blood soaking his satin shirt, probably dotted all across the rest of his body, and of course, the dirt stains on his knees. Not to mention, the rain had created an even bigger mess of him. The stares he was getting were quite understandable, really. 

"That's me, yes." 

"Er--the man you came with--are you quite sure you have no idea who he is?" 

This time, Sirius didn't resist the rumbling of his voice as he ground out, "Like I told your receptionist, then a nurse, and finally the constable after that, I found him, just like this, on the pavement. Don’t make me repeat it again for the sake of your incompetence. Now, what is the status of his condition?" 

The doctor cleared his throat, pulling at the knot on his tie. "Well, then, uh. Mr. Black, I'm afraid I can't disclose that information--patient confidentiality, I'm sure you understand." He let out a little laugh at that, as if this was all a big fucking joke, and turned away. 

Like Sirius would let him leave. 

In two quick strides, he'd reached the doctor's side, deftly pulling him into a corridor off the side, pushing him against the wall as soon as they were out of sight. 

"Listen here, Doc," he sneered, pushing him back with his forearm against his chest, "That man in there? He's my soulmate." The doctor paled at the word, igniting dark satisfaction in him. Somewhere inside, deep down, Sirius knew he couldn't have known, but in that moment, it didn't matter. "So you can take your 'patient confidentiality' and shove it up your arse, got it?"

The man nodded so hard it was a wonder his head didn’t fall off to the ground. 

“Un-Unconscious, sir. He’s been bleeding out for too long,” the doctor stuttered out finally, “We can’t guarantee any—”

Sirius pushed harder, cutting him off midway. “Finish that sentence and I’ll cut off your tongue and stuff it down your throat.” The clack of the man’s teeth shutting close filled him with more satisfaction than it probably should have. The silence, however, was too much of a relief for him to think about that just yet. 

No guarantee, he says. He’ll show him ‘no guarantee’. 

Sirius took a deep breath and stepped back, straightening his shirt as he did. He waited for the doctor to compose himself before lifting one hand to smoothen the wrinkles on his coat, ignoring the flinch. Clearing his throat, he said, “Doc. I hope you know who I am?” 

No response except a wrinkled brow. 

“Sirius Black, heir and CEO of Cassiopeia Industries,” he clarified and sure enough, the man went paler than what should’ve been humanly possible. Sirius’ smile was thin, dangerous. “Yes, I see you’ve heard of us. Good, I’m glad. It’ll make this much smoother then.” 

He leaned in closer, close enough he could smell the sweat beading along the man’s neck, the sourness of his breath, could see the dilated pupils. “So you know what I can, and will, do to you if you can’t ‘guarantee’ my soulmate’s life, yes?” 

He didn’t have to say much else then, not after the doctor’s vigorous nods and assurances. 

There were other things to do, after all.

He was sitting on the uncomfortable plastic bench, leg tapping an annoying rhythm on the linoleum, when a pair of sleek, polished shoes entered his vision. Sirius released the breath he’d been holding in since the minute this evening started. 

Father was here.

“Sirius.” 

“Father,” he replied, standing up for their customary handshake. Not too firm, never too loose. Know your place in the world and be secure in that knowledge. Lessons he’d had drilled into his head since before he could speak. 

(He wondered what his soulmate’s handshake would be like?) 

“I’ve got the information you asked for, though I can’t wonder why you would need to get in touch with what seems like, on the surface, a common street thug,” Father said with his usual upturned lip. His eyebrows were slightly raised, which was about as much emotion as he allowed himself to show in public. 

Sirius’ eyes were fixed on a point slightly to the left of his head, on the cream-coloured wall with years of misuse plastered across it in dark spots. “I was out for…an errand today—”

“That brother of yours still drinking his swill, I take it,” came the expected comment. He paid it no mind. 

“And just outside the shop, this man…he was—shot. Four times. Seemed personal.” Sirius’ voice was cold, clinical, recounting with perfect clarity and none of the panic that seemed to be seeping into every inch of him. 

“And you thought today was a nice day to become a good samaritan?” His father’s disdain for a good samaritan was clear in the tone of his voice. Sirius almost smiled at the familiarity of it. There had been many family dinners where he’d suffered through his fathers disgust for ‘a bunch of nosy do-gooders with neither a penny nor any dignity to their name, poking their limbs in where it’s not needed.’ 

“Not exactly, no,” Sirius stalled, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do so much longer. Already, he could see the impatience lining Orion Black’s countenance, the foot slowly tapping on the floor, expecting, no—demanding an answer. “It was my…soulmate. I could feel it. He’s in there right now—“ he tilted his head towards the OR “—and they don’t have ‘any guarantees’ supposedly,”

At any other time, Sirius would’ve been ashamed, no, horrified at the way his voice cracked at the end, wouldn’t have been able to look his father in the eye for a week afterwards but just like his patience had disappeared in the course of his evening, so had his shame, it seems. 

But he couldn’t muster it this time. Not even when his father’s lip curled farther up at the vulgar display of emotion. He didn’t say anything, though, probably dredging up the last of his humanity to do so—merely put a hand into his coat and pulled out a plain black envelope. 

“Do clean up, Sirius, this sort of behaviour is most unbecoming of you.” With one last parting shot, he left the envelope in Sirius’ hands and left, just as imperiously as he’d entered.

Sirius smoothed one hand over the soft planes of the mystery man’s cheeks, touch featherlight and ready to withdraw at a moment’s notice if needed. 

He looked…peaceful, completely at odds with the prognosis clutched in Sirius’ other hand, like his heart wasn’t on the verge of giving up at any time. It was a cruel illusion, a painful distortion of reality, and yet, Sirius wanted it for as long as he could have it. 

“How I’ve looked for you, darling,” he whispered, thumb running repetitive circles over the man’s cheek. “And now that I’ve found you…” 

“Are we doomed to forever live like this?” 

Perhaps if this was a movie, that would be the cue for his soulmate to wake up, to dramatically open his eyes and proclaim his love for Sirius; they’d take each other in their arms and never let go, savor the kind of pleasure that only the other half of your soul can give you. 

But this wasn’t a movie, and Sirius was no hero.

He left soon after that, unable to look, helpless to do anything but. 

It was in the car that he opened the envelope for the first time. It contained two things: a slip of paper with a name and address on it, and a photograph, black and white and grainy, like it was taken with a cheap instant camera. 

He traced one finger over the smiling face, comparing it to the unnatural stillness of the man he’d just left behind, and clenched his jaw. Throwing the photo across the seat, he put the car in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot. 

Tom Riddle didn’t know what was waiting for him. 

“Who are you?” The harsh words were accompanied by a gun aimed straight at his head. Sirius couldn’t be less bothered, however. From the way the man’s eyes were dilated, unable to focus on one point, to his shaking hands that couldn’t even grasp the revolver properly, to the disarray of his jet black hair and clothes—it was safe to deduce that he was more of a danger to himself than anyone else. That coffee table off to the side, for example, looked particularly menacing if he knocked himself over it, which judging by the sway in his frame, he seemed quite likely to. 

“You don’t need to know that, Mr. Riddle,” he replied in a calm, soothing voice. He looked down, adjusting his cufflinks as he spoke. “I’m here for one thing and you’re going to give it to me.” 

“I don’t swing that way, honey,” Riddle slurred, making Sirius grimace in response. The man wasn’t…unfortunate looking but even if he hadn’t found his soulmate—and loved him on the spot—Riddle was not his type. His tastes tended to run a bit more discerning than drunkards in old, run-down motels who couldn’t even hold a firearm properly. 

(Could James hold a gun, he thinks absently. He could teach him, if he wanted, would love to see the way his muscles move as he pressed down on the trigger—) 

“And I’m sure mankind is glad for that,” he said dryly.

“You—” Riddle spluttered, stumbling forward, narrowly escaping the corner of the table (sadly). Sirius looked on in disgust, wondering how vermin like this could’ve even gotten near his wonderful, beautiful soulmate, close enough to not just hurt him but do so badly enough that he’s lying on his deathbed, waiting for divine intervention to save him. 

“This man.” Sirius held up his phone, where a photo of the mystery man lying on the hospital bed, thankfully cleaned of all blood and grime, is looking out at them. “Who is he?” 

“No clue, buddy,” Riddle tried to shrug but Sirius wasn’t having any of it. His patience was already at an all time low and now this clown’s shenanigans weren’t helping. 

“So help me, God, if you don’t tell me right now who he is and why you shot him four fucking times—“ Sirius threatened, finally getting up from his not-so-comfortable perch on the windowsill. Riddle only shrugged again, taking a step back. 

That’s it. 

Sirius moved forward, quick enough to probably seem like a blur to Riddle’s drink-addled mind. In a single manoeuver, he had the man turned around and pushed against the wall, face smushed into the peeling paint. His hands were held in a bruising grip in one of Sirius’ and he gun was safely out of reach from where it had clattered on the floor. Judging by the lightness of it, it had never even been a threat. 

“I’m running out of patience, honey,” he crooned. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to get creative now.” 

Saying that, he stepped back a little, just enough that he could pull Riddle’s index finger back, back, back until a loud crack and a sob filled the air. 

Neither the cracks nor the sobs stopped for the rest of the night.

"More blood, Sirius?" 

Sirius didn't respond, only continued dabbing at the stained blood on his shirt--his second of the day. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!" His father's voice echoed sharply in the empty room. He hated being ignored; that's why Sirius did it, after all. 

"Thanks for the help, Father, I really appreciate it," he said instead. Once he was satisfied that as many of the stains as possible had been removed, he moved onto his hands, lip curling at the dried flakes stuck under his nails. This was always the worst part about these things. 

"And what of all this...soulmate business, then?" 

"What about it?" Sirius looked up, then, meeting his father's eyes through the mirror, grey clashing against grey. 

"Well, what're you going to do?" His father was neutral as ever, but Sirius knew him well enough to see the glint of curiosity in his calculating gaze. 

"What anyone else does with their soulmate, I believe." The resounding sigh at his glib answer made him snicker into his fist. Sirius might be old and powerful enough to make the world tremble at his feet but there was a unique joy in upsetting his father's composure that never lost its charm. 

"Sirius." 

"Father." It was his turn to sigh this time as he finally turned around, taking out his handkerchief as he did. "Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go in there, pray to a God neither you nor I believe in but hopefully he does, and sit by his bedside for as long as it takes. Everything else can wait." 

"The business?" 

"We have a board for a reason, incompetent as they might be on a  good day," he fired back. 

"Your brother withering away in your flat?" 

"Nothing new there," Sirius scoffed. "Reg'll be right as rain in a few days. Then he'll be back on his usual cycle of finding another terrible partner, getting cheated on, and coming right back to nest on my lumpy couch."

"That thing really is terribly lumpy," Father muttered under his breath before straightening up with a firm nod. "Very well, then. I wish you the best of luck. Bring your young man around for lunch when he wakes up. I'm sure your Mother would like to examine him." 

Sirius couldn't articulate, in that moment, how much it meant to him that his father said 'when' instead of 'if’ he wakes up. That was something he hadn't even considered so far, afraid he'd break at the slightest possibility that he could lose his soulmate just as he'd found him, didn't even want to put the thought out into the universe and here was his father, perhaps the most self-assured, confident man he knew, saying it casual-as-you-please. 

 He was still reeling from the comment when his father took his leave, getting the last word in as he did, per usual. "And try and get your brother with you, yes? Kreacher would be delighted to see his 'Young Master'."

 It took three days for something to give.  

Every single day, Sirius could be found either sitting in the uncomfortable chair beside his mate's bed, holding his hand, stroking his hair, rubbing his thumb against his hand. There was a...tenderness in him now, one he'd never thought himself capable of. He both loathed and admired it; loathed, because the one person who should be receiving it was unable to, admired because it was a wondrous feeling, this lightness in his chest, the innate urge to give, without expecting anything in return. 

Sirius had been a career businessman, and casual criminal, since he came out of the womb. This was an entirely novel experience for him and he couldn't even enjoy it, for fuck's sake. 

"Wake up, goddammit.” he burst out on the third day of no activity, of hearing the shallow, almost nonexistent breaths of his mystery man amplified by the machines hooked up to him. “I need you, you bastard.”

So focused was he on those wires and the beeping machines and the sterile fucking room that he almost missed it. He wouldn't ever have forgiven himself if he had. 

"Prefer...darling...I think," a voice croaked. The most beautiful, wonderful sound in the world. 

"What--" Sirius whispered in wonder, staring unblinkingly at the wide brown eyes looking back at him, exhausted and drooping and red-rimmed but open. Alive. 

"You called me...darling..." The man repeated, less confident this time, a crease forming between his brows. "Or did I--?"

Sirius lurched forward, grabbing his face desperately with both of his, ready to do anything to get the frown off his face. "No, no, I did--that is, I called you that--darling--that was me. I did it." 

He couldn't even be horrified at the uncharacteristic stuttering, unable to care about anything except the shy smile blooming on his soulmate's face, the warmth of it chasing away all the demons that had taken up residence in Sirius' head since that day.

"Oh," the man exhaled, biting his lip. Sirius leaned further in, entranced by the action.  

"I'm--I'm James." 

James. 

Finally. A name. The most perfect name. 

"James," Sirius breathed out, as if all the air had been punched out of his chest, leaving room only for jamesjamesjameshisoulmatejames. "I'm so happy to finally meet you." 

"I can...tell," he replied, still a bit shy, unsure. Sirius wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap forever and hide him away from the world. He also wanted to entirely devour him at the same time. It was a confusing set of impulses. "I could hear...everything...when I was...y'kno." He made an adorable gesture with his fingers, index finger circling in the air to signify his little...hibernation period. Sirius hoped he could refer to it so casually one day, though he doubted it. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." James nodded. "Though--I didn't…get your...name?" 

It was Sirius' turn to bite his lip now, not half as cute or sexy, he was sure, only conflicted. Would his soulmate be scared away? Would he even know who Sirius was? Did he want him to? "Sirius, uh--Sirius Black." 

There was a beat of silence, fraught with tension (or perhaps Sirius was just projecting?) before James' broke out in a wide smile, completely eclipsing the brilliance of the previous one. He extended one shaky hand towards Sirius from under the covers. 

"Hello, Sirius Black, it's very, very nice to finally meet you too." 

As if in a daze, completely unable to believe this was happening to him, Sirius placed his hand in James', feeling tiny pinpricks of electricity racing up his arm and down his body in a flash of delicious warmth. He could see, judging by the tremble in James' frame, that he felt the same. 

Their hands clasped (not too firm, never too loose) and Sirius knew everything would be just fine.

#james potter #sirius black #bambibelle #prongsfoot #listen dont judge the title im not good at them #might rework if/when i post on ao3 #(which i prolly will bc im too needy lol) #but this was! the livewrite! #hence the whole thing might seem a bit abrupt #bc i was writing in bits and pieces #so theres little continuity #but fanfiction is fun! so im trying to not be a perfectionist everywehere #so yah #hope u like it! #also i would say sorry for doing riddle so dirty #but theres just something so funny aboout making him such a loser ykno? #pen's writing

[papercorgiworld]

Boyfriend material

Reader is starting the new year in search of a little fun and a boyfriend. Pansy helps here pick the right outfit and guy.

For Blaise, Theo and Mattheo this will be a two part ‘porn with plot’ thing. This is part one and holds the plot. No Enzo part two, because apparently I can only write so much smut before my brain goes brrrr. Sorry.

I added a part 2 for Enzo!

Warning: reader has a little dirty make out daydream. Slytherin dudes have some naughty thoughts as well.

I had fun writing this. I really hope you like reading it. Kisses.

“New year, new me. I’m no longer a boring girl. I’m going to find myself a nice, good looking guy and get crazy with him.” You started as you sat down next to Hermoine. She laughed in response. “You don’t need a guy to have fun or to be cool.” But before you could say anything Pansy plopped down next to you. “Yes, you do, so who’s the lucky guy?” Hermoine rolled her eyes.

You looked around the great hall and settled on a handsome sixth year. “Him.” You tilted your face his way, subtly pointing. “Ew! No! Boring!” Pansy spat. “What’s wrong with that guy?” Hermoine asked, narrowing her eyes at Pansy. “You wanna be popular, you wanna have fun, you gotta date someone on top of the food chain.” Pansy said as a matter of fact and Hermoine mocked the last words of her sentence.

You ignored the tension completely and simply asked. “Who’s on top of the food chain?” Pansy looked around to search for a good example. “Aha!” She said pleased, when she saw who just walked in and grinned at the girls next to her. “Oh no.” Hermoine sighed as she saw a particular group of Slytherins enter the great hall. You simply pursed your lips at the idea. But you brought yourself back to reality. “How’s a gray mouse like me gonna date the top of the food chain?” Pansy simply wiggled her eyebrows and Hermoine was definitely worried now.

***

The next day you made your way to sit next to Hermoine in class. With your skirt short enough to make you question its purpose and your shirt tight and revealing, you now had all the guys paying attention. “What’s this?” Hermoine questioned, obviously referring to your outfit. “This. This is my battle-outfit. I’m conquering the top of the food chain.” You replied with confidence. Hermoine scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “Then why is the top of the food chain looking at you like you're their next meal.”

You quickly glanced around the classroom, getting a little nervous, you softly bit your lip. You want to defend your case to Hermoine, but accidentally drop your quill. As you reach for it, Enzo beats you to it. Handing it to you with a sweet smile, but also giving you a cheeky wink.

Theodore, who sits next to Enzo, shakes his head and huffs. “Don’t fall for it. Pansy’s clearly up to something.” Enzo smiles brightly at his friend. “Oh mate, I’ve already fallen. Badly, madly. And it’s okay, you can leave your fallen brother behind. He’s going to a better place, somewhere between her squishy thighs.” Mattheo who sits behind Theodore speaks up. “Oi, T. slap him for me, will ya?” And before Enzo even realizes what Mattheo said, Theo has already given him a light smack on the back of his head. Blaise bites his lip and comes to Enzo’s aid. “In his defense, look at those legs.” Slurring the last word and leaning closer to Mattheo, his eyes never leaving your body. Mattheo pushes his chair a little and leans back for a better view of what his friend is talking about. Mattheo is definitely seeing something he likes, his eyes scan your body. His tongue gently rolls over his lips and he swallows hard thinking about all the noises you would make if he could have his way with you. “Mister Zabini, mister Riddle, care to explain why you don’t have your books out yet.” Professor McGonnagol asks, looking down upon the boys. “Sorry professor.” Blaise immediately reaches for his book, while Mattheo only looks down at his desk like a pouty 5 year old that just got caught.

After class Theodore lets out a frustrated grown as you walk past them in the hallway. You did nothing aside from sitting there and being pretty, yet you had him fantasizing about things that made him loosen his tie halfway during class. “I should’ve skipped class. I wrote down less than when I’m not in class.” Enzo looked confused at Theo’s statement, questioning his logic. Mattheo was about to say something, but Blaise interrupted him. “That simp! Look at him.” Blaise pointed at Draco shamelessly leaning against a wall trying to casually make conversation with you as Pansy tries not to laugh at Draco’s desperation. “No backbone, those Malfoy’s.” Mattheo scoffs. “Yeaah.” Blaise affirms absentmindedly, staring at you as you smile at Draco. Such a beautiful smile, but I bet that mouth can do more than just smile. Blaise was smirking as his thoughts got less innocent with each passing second. “We should save the poor girl.” Enzo states, pulling Blaise out his trance. “Yeah.” Blaise and Enzo quickly make their way over to you. Making Pansy grin at Mattheo and Theodore. Raising her eyebrows as a way of non-verbally taunting them: are you two really gonna just stand there with your pathetic male pride. “Tell me you have smokes. I need one.” Mattheo sighs in frustration after he finally managed to pull his eyes away from you. Theo nods. “Girls and their games. They’ll be the death of me.” Theo can’t help but take one last look at you.

***

“Pans, I really don’t think this is a good idea. Hermoine’s right I’m attracting the wrong kind of guys.” Pansy eyes roll up in annoyance. That bloody Granger-girl can squeeze the fun out of everything. “You can set them straight. Believe me, if you bat your eyes they will start behaving.” You make a face disagreeing with her. “I’m looking for fun, yeah, but I’m also looking for boyfriend material, they’re not that.” Pansy huffs. “You know nothing.” You frown in confusion. “Just play my game. You’ll get what you want.” Pansy starts walking again, but then turns on her heels looking at you still confused. “You are gonna have to pick one, preferably by tonight. I would hate to see the Slytherin boy band break up, because I really don’t think they can share.” You bite your lip softly and your mind wonders.

If Pansy was really speaking the truth and you could just have your pick. Which one? Him. If he would push you against this cold hallway wall right now you would immediately spread your legs so he could lift you up. Your neck and your jaw would be peppered with his soft kisses. You would wrap your legs around him and he would buck his hips into yours. Your mouth would fall open slightly because of all the sensations building up between your legs. He would mercilessly attack your mouth and his hands would explore every inch of your body. Squeezing your butt, making you instinctively rub your core against his growing bulge. He would cup your breasts, his thumb caressing your nipple through the fabric. “Everything alright?” Luna snaps you out of your wonderful train of thoughts. You look at her sheepishly. “Yeah. I better get going. Class, and stuff.” You push your thighs together, before fully letting go of your daydream. “I have those moments too you know, when I forget about reality.” Luna comforts you as you both walk to class. “Uhu” Is all you manage to say, not really knowing what to think.

If Blaise is you’re guy: part 2

***

“Your party outfit is a shirt?” Hermoine asks, not hiding her judgment. “It’s an oversized shirt, which makes it a dress. It’s fashion, Granger, get over it.” Pansy snaps. “You’re corrupting my friend.” Hermoine hisses at Pansy. “Oh, darling. I’m not corrupting. But some guy might.” Pansy winks, Hermoine’s mouth falls open and you stand there sheepishly looking at your feet. “I’m wearing shorts under this dress. So it’s really not that bad.” You finally manage to say. “Alright, let’s party.” Pansy says and she’s the first to walk through the doors of the room of requirement.

For Mattheo: part 2

For Theodore: part 2

For Lorenzo: part 2

#theodore nott #blaise zabini #mattheo riddle #enzo berkshire #theodore nott imagine #blaise zabini imagine #mattheo riddle imagine #theodore nott x reader #blaise zabini x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin #papercorgiworldwritings

[zeenelly]

House wardens walk in on you changing

Tw: slightly NSFW, established relationships, scaring in some parts, Suggestive content. You are refused to mc and no pronouns mostly

Riddle rosehearts

Riddle was coming to tell you that it was time for you to help him set up the unbirthday party for tonight. Yes he does tell others to do it, but he felt like spending time with you.

"MC-" he spoke as he opened the door. His face immediately flushed as red as his hair upon seeing your half naked body.

"I-im sorry!" He quickly leaves, slamming the door shut behind him and holding his face. He mumbled to himself about being an idiot. He completely forgot to knock! Though it would be a lie if he didn't think you were attractive in less clothing.

"Snap out of it, Riddle! Dont have those dirty thoughts about your lover! It's improper as house-warden!" He was blushing more and quickly walked away. Soon, you came out to see him sitting in the garden. You smiled and walked over and nudged him lovingly.

"Hey its alright it's not the first time you saw me like that riddle~"

All Riddle did was blush brightly. He was in for a teasing from his lover.

Leona kingscholar

Leona let out a loud yawn sitting up from the bed he and you shared. He looked beside him but you weren't there which was strange. He gets up and streched out.

"Herbivore?" He looked around and saw the closet was closed. He walked over and opened it. You were putting on one of his shirts. Leona blushed and snatched you up.

You tell him to put you down and your voice falls on deaf ears.

"Herbivore you can hide from me! I know you inside and out. So why are you so afraid of changing in front of me. It's not like someone else is gonna see it"

You huffed and rolled your eyes as leona put his hands on your thighs.

"And as punishment for hiding, I'm gonna cuddle you until the sun goes down!"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was signing contracts with students despite you not liking it. Azul had wondered where you had gone as you volunteered to work as a waitress at the mostro lounge.he quickly got up after telling his client he would be right back.

"Hey MC, the tables are-" he spoke as he walked into his room where you most likely were. When he looked, he froze, blushing. He was at a loss for words seeing your upper body fully exposed. He wanted to crawl into his octopus pot and die.

You smiled at him and put on your shirt uniform (if your a girl you also put on a strapless bra). You walked over and kissed azul on the nose and walked out to help jade with waiting tables.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was wander the halls of ramshackle when he walked into your room without knocking.

"Hey MC Jamil wants to know what you want for lunch!" Kalim smiled happily not noticing you were half naked

You spoke out and told him what you wanted as you slipped your cargo pants on.

"Okay we will be at scarabia! And nice legs too MC!" and with that kalim left without saying another word.

You sat for a moment and giggled at how innocent and pure kalim is. Your so lucky to love someone like him

Vil Schoenheit

You being the lover of the most "beautiful" man ever he always was there to watch you change. He wanted to make sure your in a beautiful outfit when your with him.

"MC! You look amazing like that!" He yells whenever you put something of his on

You were used to him watching you strip your clothes and putting new ones on, as he never really done anything. He was really good at keeping his hands to himself. He always asked if he could touch you.

You smiled and did a small spin showing off the dress/tuxedo he made for you. How lucky you are to have the most handsome man in the world make beautiful clothing for you

Idia shroud

(His is a bit different)

One of the few times when idia leaves his room is when he needs to get his hoodie back from you. He knocked on the ramshackle dorms main door, and you opened it. You were wearing idias hoodie and no pants. The tips of his flaming hair turned pink, and you brought him inside.

"M-MC! W-WHY ARE YOU-"

You had cut idia off with a kiss and smiles. You like to tease idia when you could. He was red in the face. Of course, he looked away, embarrassed at the fact you had kissed him without warning. He was an Otaku! Not a romantic person.

"M-mc maybe you should put some pants o-on. I can see your underwear (panties if female)" you blushed and smiled before hugging him without a care in the world. You trusted idia. After all he was to afraid to even kiss you

Malleus Draconia

He knocked on your door and opened it. Of course you were still putting on your shirt but you didn't mind.

"Child of man, what would you like to eat for lunch?" He asked a small blush on his face. You answered [fav food] and he nods.

"Okay I'll let lilia know so he can start cooking it"

You quickly stopped malleus and said we could just order takeout. You really did not feel like getting sick again from lilias cooking.

"But child of man don't you love lilias cooking?"

You lied and told him you did but decided to just order fast food. Malleus nods slowly and looked at your phone

"Take out from where?"

And you handed him your phone to choose. Oh how this fae loved you deerly enough to play for everything if you would let him

#twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #kalim al asim #idia shroud #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #twst x reader

[mxqdii]

Hi! Can you write something about how Mattheo or Theo would react to someone yelling and being really mean to y/n? It can be fluff or smut I will leave it to you❤️

what i was made for - m.s

pairings: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: mattheo comforting reader as she breaks down

warning(s): violence, comfort, mentions of killing curse, cursing, very sad ending (prepare yourself)

a/n: so originally, i was doing the request. but i ended up getting carried away with ideas.. and so if anybody wants me to make this a series i can !!

not proofread

it's been a really bad week.

everyone found out about my dad being a death eater, causing me to loose friends and people just viewing me differently

i get dirty look walking to class, whispering all around me, people gossiping and spreading lies.

it's hell

thankfully, i still have my friendgroup in slytherin, because at least they'll hear me out.

i also have my boyfriend mattheo

he's been nothing but sweet while everything has been chaos

he's helped me a lot, more then he'll ever know,

although, recently i've been more distant.

thing's have been getting harder, and i can't help but feel weak.

i don't want mattheo fighting all my battles for me, and also, it's just overall embarrassing

as i walk to potions, a group of girls stop in front of me.

i sigh, recognizing them instantly

they've been tormenting me this whole week

"what now" i say with a groan

"well, we just wanted to say we're sorry about what we said" one of the girls says and i keep my annoyed expression

"no you're not" i laugh

they all scoff and walk away, except one.

"go on now" i say, voice slightly raised.

"no, because you see.. they don't like you because of your dad, me on the other hand? i just don't like you." she says

i can't help but admit, her words caught me by surprise a bit.

"okay... why?" i say and she grins

"you don't remember me do you?"

i examine her face, trying to find the familiarity.

and then it hits me

"jasmine.." i mumble and she nods

jasmine was a girl in my class third year, she ended up leaving the school because of her ex.

"the look on your face? priceless. honestly, it was one of my reasons to come back" she says and i scoff

i see her tie her hair up

"you- you wanna fight me?!" i shout and she grins

"cmon, one way to settle this, you win? i'm gone, for good this time" she says nodding

next thing i know, jasmine is on the floor with a black eye and a broken nose.

i run back to the common room, getting stopped before i get there.

cormac.

"what happened? you finally get what you deserved?" he says, all his friends laughing

"fuck off" i say, trying to walk away

he grabs my wrist and i try to break out of his grasp but fail.

"let go of me!!" i shout, still trying to break free.

he abruptly lets go, making me fall.

him and his friends laugh and i stand up, tears filling my eyes.

i push him up against a wall, pointing my wand to his throat.

"you fucking mess with me again i'll avada kedavra your ass you understand?" i yell and he doesn't say anything, eyes widening

"do you understand??" i yell louder this time and he nods in fear

i loosen my grip, my wand now not being so pushed up against him, looking around i see all his friends looking at me terrified, looking the other direction i see mattheo.

i put my wand away, walking to my dorm, looking down the whole time.

closing my door, i break down completely.

i threatened someone with the killing curse

it hits me then suddenly,

i'm becoming just like my father.

i hear a knock on my door, not bothering to answer.

the door opens anyway, making me wipe my tears and any possible blood on my face

i'm met with mattheos soft gaze, the concern and worry in his eyes.

"get out!" i yell

"no" he says, walking closer to me

"mattheo.. GET OUT!!!" i shout

he's now inches away.

"get out, get out, get out." i say repeatedly, hitting his chest.

"let it out, it's okay" he mumbles softly

i eventually give up, just falling to my knees sobbing

he pulls me into a hug, stroking my hair.

after what feels like forever, but what was probably only a minute, i wipe my tears and sigh.

"sorry, i'm okay" i say sniffling

"stop telling me you're okay, you're not." he says and i look down in defeat.

"cmon" he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom

he grabs q-tips and hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the cuts on my face

the stinging doesn't phase me at this point, being too numb to really care.

"i'm becoming my father" i mumble and he stops his actions

"what? no you're not" he says and i scoff

"i threatened cormac with the killing curse mattheo, thats not something someone says in a civil conversation. i'd be surprised if i dont get expelled" i express

"i'll talk to mcgonagall about it okay?" he mumbles and i nod

after cleaning my wounds, we head into bed.

he wraps his arms around me, feeling overwhelmed by his warmth, i fall asleep.

i wake up in the middle of the night, gathering a sweater and my shoes.

i tiptoe out of my dorm to the astronomy tower.

i think about everything thats happened this past week

people finding out about my father, people hating me, threatning cormac.

it's that moment that a flip inside of me flips

a moment of clarity, realization.

i hear footsteps behind me, turning around and seeing the exact person i called for

"i'm ready" i say to him, walking closer.

in the end, all of this, it's all apart of the journey. because i am my father, and i couldn't come to terms with it before, but i am now, i can't deny destiny.

"you will be great, just as your father is." he says and i nod

"thank you, my lord" i say, looking at my wrist seeing the deatheater mark.

looking down at it, i smile, i feel complete.

i liked the power i had over cormac, the rush, the adrenaline. i liked fighting jasmine, that feeling of control.

about jasmine by the way, forgot to mention.. she was my ex. and she left because of me, she found out about my father and i told her to leave, and if she ever came back i'd have him kill her.

that was the start, where everything started going wrong.

i hear footsteps coming up the stairs, seeing mattheo.

"baby why'd you-" he starts speaking, but i notice his gaze shifting to my wrist

his eyes widen and fill with tears

"no... you didn't" he says in disbelief

"th-thats not fair.. i did what i was supposed to do..!" he shouts

i look at him in confusion

"i tried so hard, so hard. to make sure you never got the mark, i did everything, begged him not to" he explains

"mattheo, i did this, it was me."

the look on his face changes, changes to digust and shame.

"you wanted this?!?!" he shouts, tears falling down his face

"who.. who are you?" he cries, looking me up in down with that disgusted expression.

"mattheo.. think of how great we could be, we could be a team. do this together-" i start

"together? together?!?!" he yells

"you want me to- how long? how long have you been planning this?" he asks

"you don't want me to answer that mattheo." i say in honesty

"i hurt people mattheo, it's all i'm good at. i'm sorry you were the one to love me, when i told you not to, you should have listened" i added

"you were right, you are your father." he says in horror and i smile

"takes one to know one" i say, adding on a final goodbye,

"goodbye mattheo"

a/n: could make this into a potential series if anyone would want that, lmk!!

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@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #slytherin boys #draco malfoy #harry potter #hogwarts #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle fluff #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #voldemort #lord voldemort #angst #sad ending #death eaters #dark mark #betrayal #madispeaks!

[azulsluver]

Hey hi hello!!! I hope you're having a nice day today! If it's not a bother, I'll be leaving a request for your bully!au. Maybe with a reader who's a hot head? Like, the moment they start acting up, readers already in their face asking questions like "why the fuck are you being such a dick?" Normally, reader could conceal this if it was the normal twst, but the moment the twst guys start slipping, reader is already confronting them on why they are being such assholes. You know how narancia from jjba acts like when he's stressed or mad? Yeah exactly like that! Pulling out the knife out too. Reader doesn't care about their reputation, so they wouldn't care less if they were threatened by that. I love your writing too!!! I always look forward to it when I open Tumblr. Thank you for reading, and have a nice day!!

This is not gonna end well…BUT THANK YOU BEST COMPLIMENT OF THE BLOG!!! <333

Buncha rambles, dunno where this was gonna lead so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted 😅

tw. yandere, bully!characters, mentions of stabbing/murder, manipulative!reader for the win 🏆

No one is gonna side with you. The bystanders do absolutely nothing till this point, reputation is very important and they don’t want it being dirty with yours (lmao ironic). Besides people like Lilia, Malleus, and Jade—they find your “hot-headed” personality attractive.

You’ll get picked on more yes, these students are much stronger than you by far, but you wouldn’t go down without them having a piece of your mind. Calling out on their schemes will make some embarrass— Cater, Ace, Epel. Others will be more aggressive or try to turn the situation around and blame you for overreacting.

Pulling a stunt as trying to knife one of them? May be successful if I’m honest. Depends on who you choose to do so, you won’t be alone in a group of two, they’ll always be another watching or tagging along. They’ll keep in mind to not let you be near any sharp or heavy objects, you clearly can’t handle being by yourself.

I can see a hot-headed reader making it far for themselves and not fall too deep into the victim pit. Standing up for yourself is already hard enough, you’re going against people who are training to become said mages. But at the end of the day everyone is still human no matter how cruel they are. They aren’t bullet proof nor emotionless. Get them to hurt, physically or mentally, with their guard down you can successfully have them under your thumb.

Reader who butts in first and steps up, show some respect around here. This will help you gain sympathy from bystanders and a little chance for them to befriend. That’s where Jack comes in. You’ve shown him you were worthy of helping and not just some runt who lets people walk all over them. This won’t be enough to overthrow any housewarden or powerful mage, but it’ll do.

People are not gonna enjoy your pushy and rude attitude for long, the pros and cons don’t weigh as equally. Especially when the cons lead to death.

“Oh but why don’t they get in trouble?”

Because they know how to clean up a scene and fast. Also who would believe you, a strange person who came out of the coffin when you weren’t supposed to be there. No one trusts you and won’t take your side, and since this is a bully!AU people tend to look the other way if murder is convicted. You aren’t all that important with little to no background, the perfect victim to get rid of.

And Idia gets rid of the evidence if there’s any camera involved.

You can’t just go around and stab people at random, let alone pick a fight. What you need is strategy. Be more self aware and focused, as difficult it is to talk to a brick wall, it’ll crumble if you stay long enough to experience it’s downfall. For those interested in knowing who can actually lose to a let’s say…neutral reader (fairly strong enough and a good amount of willpower), my take is on Riddle, Deuce, Ace, Azul, Jack, Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia, Malleus, and surprisingly last Sebek.

Should’ve switched the surprisingly for Rook because wow. Show them who’s boss babe, besides your cowardly counter part they are doomed if you’re more dominant. Not in a weird way lol, take the wheel of your life outta their greasy hands!

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond x reader #epel felmeir x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #jack howl x reader #rook hunt x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #only tagging those mentioned #bully!au

[pepa-brainrot]

Encanto Oc Appreciation week two! Relationships ✨️

@encanto-extended-edition

It's my beloved sunshine trio! I finally drew all of them together (took me long enough I know)

Some more of Armida's relationships summarized below the cut 💛

(I am so terribly bad at summaries Im so sorry- If I could write out the extent of all of their relationships I would- sadly I dont have the time..)

Alma: Her relationship with Alma pre movie is strained- mostly because she fears the older woman. Armida is riddled with anxiety and intrusive thoughts over what her mother in law may think of her, and often fears Alma thinks she got into the way of her daughter's relationship- or that she isn't a "real" madrigal. Basically.. it's a lot of assumptions on how Alma feels about her.. but they are not always truthful.

Armida also tends to disagree with Alma's ways. But between her being passive by nature and having a fear of speaking up, she never says anything. Rather she does her best to help by being there for other family members the best she can be.

Julieta: She was the first of the triplets that Armida became close to. Armida had visited her stand often, and at first Julieta thought the younger woman was accident prone like Agustín.. Over time it became clear that wasn't the case, but Armida was always super polite- despite lying about why she needed to be healed. She always made sure to thank Julieta - not just for healing her but for everything she does. After that it was surprisingly easy for the two of them to talk- and making friends with Julieta naturally got Armida talking to Bruno and Pepa. Although out of the triplets Armida is the least closest to Julieta now, she still feels incredibly safe with the woman. Armida is set trying to lessen Julietas work load. The only issue being- she really can't cook- all she can really do is help with preparation when needed. So instead she settles with going out to town when Julieta needs anything. It's not a lot, but it's something at the very least, and it's appreciated more than Armida will probably ever realize. 

Bruno: While obviously Armida is closest with Pepa and Félix, she also shares a really close bond with Bruno. The both of them being pretty bad insomniacs, they bonded a lot over sleepless nights- She'd tell him about the stars if the sky was clear enough and he'd talk about his rat telenovelas or sometimes about his gift- and she'd comfort him. She's a fan of his telenovelas- she loves the rats, and he's actually a really good writer. She offers to help make small costumes and even jokes about background music for suspense. All and all their relationship is very cute- I like to say they are like platonic soulmates. Obviously after Bruno disappears and comes back things aren't the same.. while he was in the walls some nights she'd sit and talk with his door instead, not knowing he was actually listening. Things are a bit awkward when he comes back- Armida having a lot of feelings about him "leaving" when he hurt his family so badly, but in the end she understands his motivation. 

Isabela: When Isabela was little, the girl loved getting her hands dirty. so naturally - Armida loved taking the girl out with her in her nature walks, because even at twenty seven she herself still loved to explore. It was something they bonded over, Dolores never really being as interested. But of course fell apart after Isa was pressured into being the golden child. Now they aren't nearly as close, but the both of them still remember digging for worms near Casita, or going looking for different types of plants in the jungle. Sometimes Isa still takes walks- taking the same paths they used to when she was little- when she knows no one is looking for her. It helps clear her head. Of course after the movie the two begin to grow close once more, Isa being quite excited to show off all the new plants to her supportive tía.

Dolores: I think the majority of the fandom has agreed that Dolores is a daddy's girl- and I completely agree. However she of course loves each of her parents. Mida specifically doted a lot on her when she was younger- having been their first child. She'd often sing to her- writing her own little songs for her daughter. After Dolores got her gift it was a nice thing for the young girl to focus on- her mother singing. Unfortunately getting her gift, like with many of the madrigals, forced Dolores to grow up too soon. She's often a bit protective over her mother, due to things she's heard over time. Armida mostly dislikes the fact that Dolores feels the need to protect her- as she should be the one protecting her.

Little bonus- Armida despises Mariano at first. She disliked him when he was with Isa, not because she knew Isa didn't actually want to marry him (though she has suspected maybe something was up, if she had known that straight up I don't imagine she'd be able to keep quiet about it.) She's- in general- overprotective when it comes to any of the kids dating. She does, however, come around to him. 

Luisa: With Luisa there isn't too much to say. Like Pepa and Félix, Armida treats each of Julieta's girls like her own kids,and Luisa is no exception. She used to read or sing to her each night as a kid, as she did with all of them. Each grandkid grew up with at least one song or story before bed, and sometimes even as adults or teenagers they still request it. But as with most of the kids, as Luisa grew up she stopped having time for things like that. Still Armida is always ready to sing or read to her once again- no matter how old she is.

Camilo: Camilo and Armida have very similar senses of humor at times, which means they make for quite the pair. The two of them sometimes pull little pranks around the house, nothing too much of course- after all she's still his mother and won't let him get away with everything, but he still gets away with more with her then he does with Félix or Pepa. Though being fifteen he doesn't spend as much time with his mom as he did at one point in his life- he still won't deny he loves her very much.

Mirabel: Pre movie, Armida would try her best to make Mirabel feel just as special as the rest of the family, but being busy and slightly stressed she could only do so much for the girl. Still, she did what she could when she could. She started to teach Mirabel embroidery after her failed gift ceremony to try to distract the little girl and make her feel better, she didn't expect her to pick up on it- but she's very proud of how far she's come. She's quite proud of the young woman in general.

Antonio: the baby of the family, he is absolutely Armida’s weakness. She has the hardest time saying no to him, much like others in the family. The fact that he looks so much like Félix really does not help- luckily Pepa and Félix are a bit better with saying no to him. She worried a lot about him, and his gift. Part of her had hoped that maybe he wouldn't get a gift, since she's seen how sometimes the gifts the family have can really feel more like curses, and he's only five- but luckily he gets a gift he really enjoys, one that she herself had wished for a lot as a child, one that doesn't seem like it will put immense amount of pressure on her baby boy. She enjoys learning what some of his animal friends are thinking, and reading them all to bed. (Sometimes she spoils some of his animals.. she can't help it)

#encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc event #strawberry art #encanto #encanto oc #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encanto x oc #pepa x felix x oc #oc x canon #art #armida madrigal

[ryuichirou]

Got any headcannon scenarios about Riddle and Floyd’s first time?

Hi, Anon! Sorry for the late reply. I have quite a lot of them actually, but when it comes to Riddle and Floyd and them having sex for the first time, my mind is way too influenced by akiseizon/futairo’s djs… these are so damn good.

Still, here are some headcanons. I did my regular thing and talked too much once again lol I hope you enjoy these.

I think there are two routes/versions in this scenario: one is more spontaneous, the second one is not necessarily very planned, but the whole thing would take more time overall. The first one could imply that Floyd’s instincts made him super horny very suddenly (and I’ll post another reply about this very soon...), but could also imply that he was simply in the mood to touch Riddle, and the tension between them was strong enough for things to escalate.

The less spontaneous scenario in my head goes like something among these lines: Floyd keeps flirting with Riddle and teasing him mercilessly with tension between them rising and Riddle getting more and more flustered and angry, and then Floyd drops a hint that he would like to have sex with Riddle and instantly dips, leaving Riddle shook and confused. Was that a joke? Was that an insult? Did he actually mean it? Wait, are they going to have sex? Riddle would lose sleep over this, because there is no way he’s going to ask Floyd if he really meant that. Moreover, Floyd winks at him whenever he looks his way, so… huh? What’s going on?

At first, Riddle decided not to think about it. He shouldn’t be thinking about such dirty things anyway: sex is reserved for procreation, after all. Riddle probably has this super vague image in his head that he is probably going to have sex at some point when he is older and married, and he knows better than to take anything that Floyd says at face value but...he really won’t be able to stop thinking about it lol Which would even make him think that maybe Floyd had cursed him somehow.

Meanwhile Floyd’s somewhere minding his own business and probably not even remembering what he said to Riddle… Although, it is a mystery whether he knew Riddle would get so crazy and desperate about it. It could have easily been his cunning plan, because Floyd is surprisingly smart when it comes to manipulation (he’s a Leech, after all). But the sight of red, panting, overstressed and overstimulated by his own thoughts Riddle would definitely make Floyd super happy (and horny). And this is where it begins…

It’s definitely going to be nothing like whatever Riddle imagined: first of all, it’s not going to happen in a bedroom. Floyd is going to take Riddle to the nearest empty classroom and lock the door, if Riddle’s lucky lol Second of all, whatever Riddle has been imagining this past week, it was too pure and vanilla comparing to how Floyd actually is…

Which doesn’t mean that Riddle isn’t going to enjoy it. In fact, it’s probably going to scare him just how much he liked almost suffocating under Floyd’s body weight while feeling his tongue down his own throat.

One thing Riddle was sure about is that he’ll never touch Floyd’s dick with his mouth or tongue. But that certainty flew out of the window the moment Floyd took it out and told Riddle to suck it.

Stating the obvious: Floyd’s dick is too big. He definitely won’t be able to fit it in completely the first time. It won’t stop him, of course, but it would make him both more frustrated and more amused at the same time. He is very overwhelmed by his urge to stick it deeper, but seeing how much Riddle trembles and twitches and doesn’t know what to do with his own is just too good to stay mad.

It’s another mystery whether or not it was Floyd’s first time. He does feel like someone who would have sex just to see what his new human body can do, or simply because he felt like it. He is not super experienced though, plus way too intense for a little human virgin. Still, Riddle enjoyed it way too much…

Does the fact that they had sex mean that they are now dating? Yes, if you ask Riddle. Whaaa, nope, if you ask Floyd. And of course, this will cause a lot of problems for these two…

#replies #headcanons #florid

[rnakamura22]

First Years X Reader (MC, Yuu, Prefect) in a  Polyamorous  Relationship (NSFW ahead!)

Bitb

(This is my first time writing NSFW Head cannons.... sorry for the bad writing) 

Prefect is Female!!!

So, a few rules had to me made in order to make this poly relationship work. 

Number 1.  No hogging. All attention needs to be paid equally.

Number 2. Study and schoolwork are prioritized. 

Number 3. All intimate (cough cough) moments are in Ramshackle Dorm.

Of course, the gang sometimes competed with each other to have you. Count the numerous secret hickeys, bite marks out of felling high, handprints, handprints, and hickeys.  But they all want to keep private things private. That’s one way of all the boys expressing their possessiveness over you. Also, they are all villains.  Did you expect them to act like a good boy and follow the rules all the time?  

The week was over, and the first-year gang and you were all free. Unknown to you, all the boys in the back of their mind, were filled with the thought of you. Thinking about how when week was over, they could finally have you.  But you were jittery too, who wouldn’t be? 

With 5 passes to stay over at your dorm, snacks, movies, sleeping bags, food, and drinks, (courtesy of Sam) and lots and lots of blankets and pillows, it was a start of a grand movie night. 

When the 5th movie started, Grim was sound asleep in the other bedroom and you and the first years were watching a movie that..........well, some strict people (cough, Vil, Riddle, cough) would come busting in and break the disk in no time.

The awkward atmosphere wanders through the room, with only the sipping of juice echoing.  Then...a kiss by Ace and Deuce who sat on both sides marked the start of the hot love making session.

Jack and Sebek were the first to actually touch you, actually manhandle you with their bigger bodies while Ace, Deuce, Epel grabbed from the sides and kissed you, touched you, grabbed your body.　It was a start of a long night, and there is no escape for you.

Ace Trappola 

・LEG MAN, AND YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE

・Will force you to wrap your legs around his waist when it’s his turn to thrust into you (maybe along with deuce) (wink wink)

・Kiss your legs, thighs, and ass 

・I think he likes legs that are balanced in the right proportion, but doesn’t matter when it comes to you, you are his lover, his girlfriend, and that is facts

・TEASER BOTH ON THE INSIDE AND THE OUTSIDE, NEVER CHANGES

・DEEP KISSES, and will brag about how he can make you feel almost about to cum but doesn’t because he is a tease, and truth to be honest, he is a good kisser no doubt

・Likes cum on your tummy, and also inside your mouth because he loves blowjobs, he loves how your mouth swells up when you’re sucking him, it just fills his attitude ego

・He loves eating you out too, it just fills his sadism when you are feeling so good by him

・He will never say this, but he loves the face you make when you’re being double penetrated by him and the other first year

Deuce Spade

・BOOBS, BOOBS, BOOBS!!!!!

・Suck your nipples and maybe eat your boobs, leaves a hickey when feeling high

・A sweet baby, he just wants you to feel so good

・But don’t be fooled, when you spoil him too much, he turns into a monster ready to gobble you up

・Goes overboard, will have no mercy when he’s thrusting because he can’t hold back when your insides feel so good and he’s a sadist (unrealized by himself)

・Wants you to feel him and him only when he’s thrusting into you, but can’t deny the fact that he loves the face you make when doing multiple penetrations 

・Loves cum on your boobs and also loves having his dick between your boobs

・Naturally good at fingering your pussy, I think. He drives a magical wheel and loves doing mechanical things, he has good hands. (Dirty look)

Jack Howl

・ASS MAN, YOU ARE FREE TO CHALLENGE ME ON OTHER OPTIONS

・He’s a big wolf, and he manhandles you with such ease, gropes you (horny sigh)

・His big hands will grip your ass so hard; it will leave handprints and maybe nails if the carnal desires get the better of him, and will kiss it

・Secretly terrified that he might break you, the size difference is there for sure and he kind of hold himself back at times like you

・WILL BITE YOUR NAPE!!!(Actually, all five of them does it)

・Cumming Inside, he has a big dick so OMG, the sensation is insane. He does it with protection of course, but secretly dreams about the future where he can actually put babies inside you.  And one time he did with you without protection, the cum oozing out of your pussy made him go insane.

・I think he loves giving you pleasure more than receiving. He eats you like there’s no tomorrow and loves your sweet smell.

Epel Felmier

・A MIX OF BOOBS AND ASS

・I think he loves your female body, which is certainly more fluffy, sweet, and delicate.

・Since his sweet and cute face made everyone mistaken him for a girl for a long time, he loves the fact that in terms of strength, he can handle you with ease

・He loves your boobs and ass and constantly touches it, kisses it, and gropes it

・No matter the looks, he’s a guy and he doesn’t have this fluffy body part which drives him insane

・Since he has to act formal and sweet and angelic during school because of Vil, he becomes a beast when it’s just him. you, and the first years

・He slaps your ass and your boobs, no exceptions

・Secretly loves cum on your face, because it feels like he’s doing something so naughty and yet so good

・Loves kissing you too and kisses everywhere and bites your clit

Sebek Zigbolt

・BIG BABY, BOOB MAN 

・Blushes at first, but manhandles you as he gets used to having intimate moments　(wink wink) with you and the first years

・Insane thrusts, while hugging you with his arms and holding you tight

・He’s a tsundere, but during times like this his attitude is so sweet like sugar

・Bites you with his fangs, no doubts 

・The most guy who gets jealous easily, leaves bite marks all over your body

・Fingers you with his long fingers (dirty smile), he always chips his nails, so they are clean and not pointy (wink wink)

・Cumming on your back, there’s something about that drives him insane

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #yandere twsited wonderland

[saintsenara]

Hi, if you're still doing the ask game, may I inquire about your opinion on the following ships ? : Tomarrinny, Bartymort, Quirrellmort, Petermort and Tom Sr/Cecilia/Merope. Also, thoughts on MoD!Voldemort or on how a meeting between Snape and Petunia would have gone ? Thanks !

thank you very much, @take-the-unknow-road-now for this wonderful selection of unhinged things for me to talk about. i am always ready for asks which inspire chaos:

tomarrinny

when she's eleven, harry's twelve, and tom is an immortal shard of soul? no.

when she's thirty, harry's thirty-one, and tom is back from the dead for some reason? absolutely. after all, why shouldn't ginny be allowed two orphans, as a treat? and why shouldn't tom be allowed two people who are clearly less good-looking than him to pay him attention? plus, two quidditch players will definitely be willing to do all the work, allowing him to achieve his true form: undying pillow princess.

but - in reality - we all know which way the power dynamic actually lies: tom and ginny are both harry's subs. let's hope that their ability to jointly write a poem has improved since the 'his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad' days.

bartymort

canon.

there has never been a man with a more flagrant daddy kink than barty crouch jr., and we all know that he threw himself onto lord voldemort's lap the second he arrived in his first death eater meeting. the dark lord advised him that he'd be physically chastised if this behaviour continued. unfortunately for him, that was exactly what barty wanted to happen.

the reason it burned out hard is because lord voldemort also has towering daddy issues. he is even forced to reveal what his real name and background is in an effort to make barty understand that sometimes he'd like to do something other than put on a double-breasted suit and pretend he's come home on time to attend a birthday party. (for example: 'hello son, i've come to pick you up from the orphanage' role-play.)

barty literally couldn't give less of a fuck. lord voldemort is not sorry when he gets turned into a soulless husk.

quirrellmort

lord voldemort - overcome with joy at being back in a human body after a decade - doesn't think through how awkward the aftermath of this will be, and spends the first night he's attached to quirrell's head directing him in a... let's just say... exploration of his anatomy.

quirrell is so pathetically suggestible that - from that point onwards - he can't get off unless the dark lord is talking dirty to him. but can you imagine how cringe trying to speak sexily to quirrell must be? (hey baby, what are you wearing? a turban which smells of garlic?)

voldemort simply pretends not to have heard when quirrell brings this up. unfortunately, all this does is make quirrell want to talk about his feelings.

lord voldemort is not sorry when harry kills him.

petermort

flopping. lord voldemort hates wormtail, because he betrayed a man to whom he would give his affections: james potter.

[seriously, he is a simp for james. there is no other explanation for why he insists that james fought him bravely when he turned up on halloween when we canonically know that what james actually did was run into the hall without his wand and then fall over.]

but don't worry. wormtail is getting some god-tier hate sex out of snape.

tom riddle sr./cecilia/merope gaunt

i'm going to answer this lightly, on the assumption that this triad is consensual.

tom sr. is getting thrown out of the bedroom within seconds. they're lesbians.

[he'll be fine. he goes for a little walk to sulk and ends up making out with frank bryce against a rose trellis. the four of them become bffs.]

and then our not-ship questions:

lord voldemort as the master of death

sounds like a lot of hard work, plus both of his parents keep appearing whenever he touches the resurrection stone to shout at him.

snape versus petunia

snape went round to speak to her about what a dick he thinks harry is (dumbledore told him to speak to her about the blood protection, he didn't want to.)

they fucked.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships

[rreskk]

I've been thinking of Trevor teaching the reader how to shoot and how to use a gun and etc, but I've also been thinking of a scenario where the reader is a bartender at Vanilla Unicorn and Trevor gives her some extra attention during the peak hours of the place, just Trevor on his knees making the reader pretend normality to customers, while his dirty tongue rubs and tastes her intimacy.

I love the second idea. I wrote this at 1am so sorry if it's shorter than usual! In response to my other requests, I have so so many and due to my increase work hours, I'll have to pick out the ones I'm able to do. Sorry if this causes any hassle!

Summary: Your boss tried to relieve your stress during peak times at the bar.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1029

“Where’s my order!”

You were being bombarded with hefty customers at the vanilla unicorn. Constantly rushing around, spilling drinks, arguing with customers. It left you knacked. Once this guy had rudely shouted from across the bar-side, you sent him a mean glare, demanding him to wait or he won’t get any booze. Throughout the peak hours, your boss, a very… Strange man – to say the least – was wondering around (as per usual) and decided to let himself behind the bar, even though he wasn’t qualified to deal with alcohol.

He'd mention “making the shift easier” as he crouched down, pretending to help with the glasses and whatnot. You were immediately struct, no – you were immediately greeted with two pairs of hands slowly pulling down your trousers. His fingers would stroke against your naked thighs, your trousers loosely tangled around your ankles until his breath threatened to penetrate your sex.

“Concentrate on the people,” He’d repeat over and over as your legs grew week, “Don’t look at me. Serve them.”

You’d try to overcome this fuzzy sensation. It wasn’t… “uncommon” for you both to become quite frankly intimate. No, let’s rephrase, it was VERY common. Every shift, you’d recall, after every shift, you were both fucking in his office once everyone had left. This time was different considering this was a wide open scenery. Although the customers couldn’t see him working hard-labour from between your legs, they’d assume you were just having a mini-breakdown with your constant heavy breathing and clumsy hands.

“You forgot the lime – “

“S-Sir… Just take… Take your drink and – and just… Just go.” You took a deep breath, staring at the poor customer while Trevor was licking strips across your sensitive cunt. He wasn’t gentle at all. He was making passionate love like it was the first time seeing such a delicate pussy.

Obviously you’d receive snarky remarks and looks from the (mostly) men who’d come and go with orders. However, knowing this little, hidden intimacy will add a major bonus to your pay check made your nightshift more… Bearable.

Nonetheless, it still doesn’t help the fact that you were stumbling all over the bar. The amount of times you had almost dropped a cup on Trevor’s head whenever he fully tongue-fucked you enough to hit that G-spot. You wondered how long his tongue could possibly be to adventure that deep…

While scooping up necessary ice, alcohol, fruits – your mind was RIDDLED with these dirty thoughts, combined with the effects of his criminal touch. Like Hell, if anyone saw you both right now, you’d both be done for. Possibly arrested for public indecency.

“Trevor…” You whispered down to him before a guy opposite the bar frowned.

“What? Who the fuck is Trevor? I want a goddamn shot of vodka. Get it now!” He’d snap back.

You felt Trevor’s lips move across your cunt after hearing this godforsaken treatment.

“I’ll kill these motherfuckers…” His tone was low, cruel. Trevor was quiet so only you could feel the depth of his unleashed rage.

It made you shiver.

“Coming right u – “ Once again, you had to stop and lean against the stand, head buried in the palm of your hands. His tongue was so menacing and you could feel an orgasm arriving sooner than expected.

“What’s the matter with you! I asked for a vodka? Just a simple shot of vodka! C’mon… Do I really have to pay for this?”

The complaints only fuelled Trevor’s pace as he continued to tongue-fuck you stupid. He was inhaling your sex, inhaling everything. His mouth was buried in your pubes while his nose itched your  clit, double the sensation, double the hassle it was causing you.

“Sir…” Then you’d moan at this customer who was completely outraged. You were depicted to look as though this was all a mockery. The man, angry as ever, leaned closer and went to torment your work performance more when…

“Ohhh… SHIT!” You suddenly cried.

Waves of cum would flow out of your pussy and into Trevor’s desperate mouth. He drank from your intimacy gracefully. As moans struggled to constipate and release itself from your voice-box, he’d lick the surrounding area until there was no evidence of cum left behind.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, woman? Where is your manager, I want him now!” The customer ordered before Trevor, smug and prideful, appeared from under the cabinets.

“What can I do for you sir?” He’d ask so casually like he didn’t just appear from “nowhere”… (your wet cunt).

“Uh…” And he had left the man to slowly pull the pieces together.

“Hello?” Trevor grinned, “I don’t like people wasting my precious time. I got a strip-club to run.”

“You’re the manager?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why, yes. What’s the problem? My patience is running low.”

The customer quickly backed away from the bar and turned from furious to… Frightened. He called out with a weak cry that everything was “perfectly fine”, but of course, Trevor wouldn’t let that slide. Not after the treatment you’ve received from the past hour.

“You ain’t going anywhere until you look at that beautiful, talented bartender and apologised for your disgusting behaviour.”

“Uh… Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, prick!” Trevor gritted his teeth, “Apologise, now!”

The man was forced to look at you in the eye. You held back the temptation to hide in the backroom since your face was blushed, eyes barely open, trousers still loose around your ankles. 

“I’m… I’m sorry – “

“MORE PASSION!”

The customer gulped and stared at you, “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I- I’ll give you as… As much time as you’d like for my order… And…”

“And what, pretty boy?” Trevor toyed.

“And I’ll give you a big tip after.”

“Ahhh! There’s a good-boy! Okay, now piss off. Your face fuckin’ annoys me.”

He ran off, not caring about the vodka at this point. This left you alone with Trevor as he leaned in close to your ear and whispered;

“As soon as that clock hits 12, get yourself in my office before you sign out, hm?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, feeling his breath against your neck.

“Yes, Trevor.”

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips fanfiction #trevor philips/you #trevor philips headcanons #trevorphilips #grandtheftauto5 #grandtheftauto #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing #requests

[takeachillpillshawty]

Hello again twisted wonderland community!

After being here for two months I have some personal headcannons for some of the twisted wonderland boy

Also some of these will be on crack territory.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is a sheltered kid, he has mommy issues and the list goes on, I like to think that at a certain time at NRC ( after his overbolt) while still being house warden tries to connect with his inner child. Buying some stuff he wanted as a kid, watched stuff he wasn't allowed as a kid.

Following up on this MAN'S DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO RIDE A BIKE. His mother thought that it was a waste of time, the topic probably was brought up when some Heartslabyul studs where reminiscing on old childhood memories.

Ace: Yeah, see this scar here? I was seven and crashed by bike into the mailbox across my house! Man good times.

Cater: lucky. My mom still had me using training wheels till I was twelve.

Riddle: wait you guys have bikes?

Trey: of course, everyone has them. You know how to ride a bike right Riddle?

Riddle:....

Trey: riddle?

Riddle: ...............

Cater: Oh you poor baby.

Ace doesn't let him live it down.

I don't know why but I think he might be lactose intolerant.

Ace also doesn't let him live that down.

Riddle: ACE! how many times so I have to tell you! No Ice cream on the second week of tuesday!

Ace: At least I can enjoy Ice cream!

Riddle: DON'T BRING MY LACTOSE INTOLERANCE INTO THIS!

Ace: Oh really? IS THAT WHY YOUR DAD LEFT FOR MILK?!

* riddle's overbolt starting*

Trey Clover

Man's watch hells kitchen for his own sick amusment, along with Jamil of course!

Probably made it his life goal to beat cooking mama in under one hour.

Named all his cutlery after students at NRC

Made things out of cake to piss people off.

Ace needing to take a shit: OH FUCK! where's the bathroom.

Trey : over here.

Ace: THANKS MAN

* rushes to the bathroom*

Ace not a minute later: HOW IS THE TOILET MADE OUT CAKE?!

Trey laughing like absolute menace that he is.

Shares cooking tips with Jamil.

Puns. I don't know why but. Puns.

After Grim ate all of Trey's tarts.

Riddle: that cat! If we start making tarts now it won't be ready for the unbirthday party!

Trey doing the anime glasses thing: guess you can say.

Riddle : Trey please.

Trey: that is a-

Riddle: Trey Clover you are the only person I trust with my life. We need those tarts, Trey. I'm going to have a break down.

Trey: I'm sorry, it's not the PURRfect time for me to be joking. It's a CATastrophic mess in here.

* Riddle overbolt number 15*

Cater Diamond

He was that one kid who thought that they were the main protagonist back in highschool.

Gay mentally ill theatre kid.

Has said " Yas" " Slay" " it's the ____ for me. " "You go girlboss" " this shit made my pussy pop. " at least once.

Riddle 's 12 reason why.

Called Riddle a short king once. ( he's not wrong though.)

Really good at makeup.

Says thing out of context some times.

Deuce: you like Jamils cooking huh?

Cater without skipping a beat: It makes my bootyhole itch but I like it.

Has ranked all of the guys in NRC from least attractive to most. (Yes. Even the staff.)

Ace Trappola

That weird kid that though he was a werewolf when he was 12

Has a Lego set

"Want to see me give Riddle an overblot? Wanna see me do it again?"

Has a dirty mind, can't convince me other wise.

Has a lot of accidents growing up. Fell down the stairs 10 times a year, dislocated a joint in his body. You make it.

One brain cell. Why? Deuce and Yuu( Yasty) are in charge of it.

A huge nerd but doesn't want to admit it.

Deuce Spade

Mama boy

Is very proud of his mom. Would show her off like a parent showing off their kids.

" my mom made me this shirt for Christmas!, My mom is great at cooking! There was this one time, My mom loves that show! We used to watch everyday when I was a kid! "

He loves his mom so much it's adorable.

He gives me Pokemon fan vibe ( or the Twisted version of it.)

The kind of person singing while doing dishes.

Savanaclaw

Leona kingscholar

OH BOY I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS.

Laziest motherfucker in the world.

You know when you mom ask you to get something that's literally in arm reach? Leona.

Ruggie purposely puts thing out of arms reach just to get him of his ass.

Leona is unfortunately a very stubborn and petty bitch.

The remote to the tv is in the other room? He liked watching golf anyways, His sandwich on the coffee table? He'll starve I guess, the soda in the cooler? Don't worry he heard about some stupid herbivore survived dehydration with only his piss he'll be fine.

Now Leona isn't that lazy. He can and could get his stuff , he's either doing it to be an Ass, out of pettiness, or sheer spite.

That one person that pick up stuff with their toes.

Has clothes on his bed. Used it for pillows once or twice.

Trick Cheka into doing stuff for him.

Cheka: UNCLE LEONA!

Leona: hello pipsqeak. Wanna play a game?

Cheka: YEAH!

Leona: I need you to do this dangerous mission for me. But I'm afraid you can't do it... Only a brave cub can. Oh I just don't know-

Cheka: I CAN DO IT! Let me do it uncle Leona, pleeeeeaaaase! I'M a big cub just like you!

Leona: okay here's the list- I mean the the scroll of things you need on your journey young cub, go.

Cheka: THANKS UNCLE!

Leona:.....

Ruggie: you gave a child your chores to do.

Leona: yes.

Jack: wow. What next, your gonna dress him up and make him attend your classes.

Leona: that's actually not a bad Idea.

Ruggie: Don't give him ideas!

Ruggie Bucchi

As a person that suffer broke bitch syndrome, he has to learn some hacks to survive. I like to think the reason why he doesn't get clothes in his size is because of the money. Why buy a uniform his size, when you can buy a bigger one to last until fourth year.

Believes wasting food is a sin, he doesn't care about your background.

He was that one kid that was like " wow. Can I have some? My mom never let me have that. "

Don't ask his opinion on food especially the taste, ( this man ate dandelions) he'll chug a glass of milk that's a few days gone and still think it's good.

Has eaten weird shit.

Leona: hey Ruggie, what the Fuck are you eating?

Ruggie having the best time in his life: peanut butter and jelly, with m&m and salami. It's great want some?

Leona generally worried: my brother in Christ, that looks like liquid ass.

Ruggie still eating: hahaha, rich people.

Man's know how to sew, find bargains, and spend within a budget.

That one person that won't hesitate taking a hundred million dollar for doing the most devious acts

Azul joking: okay, Ruggie. For a hundred million dollars would you slap either Cheka or Yuu (Yasty)

Ruggie dead serious: in a heart beat.

Azul low-key scared: what.

Ruggie staring Azul dead in the eyes: I'll slap the shit out of either of them. I don't care. Man, woman, child, gay, straight, human, beastmen, grannies or grandpa. I don't care if your gonna die after I slap you. I. NEED. THE. MONEY.

Azul very scared: even your own mother?

Ruggie: even my mama would be proud.

Floyd in the background: naw guppy ain't playin.

Has mega blocks instead of legos

Jack Howl

Oh God I don't know much about him shhhhhiiii

Nice boi good boi

Gets call sir more than his name.

Due to him being large for his age he was given more responsibility even when he was young.

Riddle has questioned his life realizing that Jack is one year younger than him.

Is the one in babysitting duties when Cheka is a round.

Remember the " Wake up Hank it's me Connor" meme? That how he wakes up Leona.

A lot of students ask for him to lift them.

Epel trains with Jack all the time. Sees him as a big brother.

#twisted wonderland shitpost #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland #jack howl #savanaclaw #heartslabyul #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond

[ifyoucandaniel]

Crimson Rivers as Reputation Songs

hi ive decided that taylor wrote reputation for Crimson Rivers and I'm sure you've all had the same thought, but i wanted to write down all the little ways i see them in the album and my interpretation!!!! soe spoilers for CR ahead so be warned! @mayzarbewithyou

…Ready for it?

jegulus!!! 

“In the middle of the night in my dreams / you should see the things we do, baby / In the middle of the night in my dreams / I know I’m gonna be with you / so I take my time” 

very regulus to james !! dirty scandalous man hehe

regulus talking quietly to James when they’re alone and not being watched and he opens up and tells james the things he dreams about for them

I see how this is gon' go / Touch me and you'll never be alone / Island breeze and lights down low / No one has to know

regulus at the beginning of the fic when he was in his parting gift era

"no one has to know"

Obviously the “baby let the games begin” is very Crimson Rivers of her!!

“I see how this is gonna go"

Regulus seeing the ending before it can even begin and never letting himself just want and have until be finally does 

“Knew I was a robber / first time that he saw me / stealing hearts and running off never saying sorry”

WHEN THEY WERE LIKE “ stole your heart, did I?” “Return it to me will you?” “No I think ill hold onto it for a bit more” IDK if that’s word for word but off the top of my head that’s what I remember and ??? That’s so them im???

“Every lover known in comparison is a failure” regulus after exactly one night and thinking Barty wasn’t as good as James LMFAO

End game

This one is also jegulus I’ve decided 

“Big reputation / you and me we got some big reputations / and you heard about me / I got some big enemies / big reputation / you and me we’d be a big conversation”

This is so them before their games!!! Like there isn’t a single person who doesn’t know their names and if they were in love??? They’d be a big conversation indeed

“I don't wanna touch you /  I don’t wanna be / Just anther ex-love you don’t wanna see / I don't wanna miss you  / Like the other girls do / I don't wanna hurt you / I wanna be your end game”

This is so James to reg. Like he wanted him to love him so badddd he just wanted to be reg’s endgame!!! He didn’t want them to be something only to be nothing to him later :(

“Knew her when I was young / Reconnected when we were little bit older / I Did Something Bad”

Them growing up and being in love so close yet so far and then when they’re older falling in love fr this time??? Yeah this is so them

Don’t Blame Me

dorlenes ANTHEM

“For you, I would cross the line / I would waste my time / I would lose my mind / they say she’s gone too far this time / Don’t blame me love made me crazy” 

You’re going to look at me and tell me this ISNT Dorcas meadows starting a WAR to save Marlene ???

“Lord save me my drug is my baby” 

Dorcas literally on her KNEES doing whatever she can to save Marlene oh my god they’re so in love they invented love 

“And baby for you / I would fall from grace / just to touch your face / if you walk away I’ll beg you on my knees to stay”

This is it. This IS their song it belongs to them and them alone I don’t care

Like dorcas went against both riddle and Dumbledore for Marlene. She made her own side and went against the person she’s been fighting for for years for the love of her life

This whole song is just so them!!! I love a woman on a mission <3

Delicate

Lilymary!!!!! Also wolfstar, but lilymary!!!

“This ain't for the best / My reputation's never been worse, so / You must like me for me / Yeah, I want you / We can't make any promises / Now can we, babe? / But you can make me a drink / Is it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / ‘Cause I know that it's delicate “

The first part is so remus to Sirius because he met him at his lowest point and still fell in love. they are the definition of love. Look up love in the dictionary and its them

Then lily <3 she was always so afraid of love and what it can do and how It can rip you apart, but she knows what she has with Mary is so so so special and she wants to treat them with so much love and care!! They have a delicate beautiful thing that she’s holding so gently!!

“Just think of the fun things we could do / ‘Cause I like you” 

When lily only wanted a fun time with Mary at first and wasn’t ready for anything else, but then going from that to just “it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / ‘Cause I know that it's delicate”

Yeah just them being so lovely and treating what they have with so much love and care 

Also very remus and Sirius learning to trust and tentative touches and gentle kisses and washing dishes together and !!!

Just delicate things

Look What You Made Me Do

this could go either way and a little bit of both between dumbledore and riddle. 

But either way it’s directed at Dorcas. 

Dorcas finding out the things dumbledore has done to ensure he wins this war HE started

“I don’t like your little games / the role you made me play of the fool / no I don’t like you / I don’t like your perfect crime / how you laugh when you lie / you said the gun was mine / isn’t cool / no I don’t like you”

Like we can all agree this is Dorcas @ dumbledore right? Okay cool

“But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time/ honey I rose up from the dead I do it all the time/ I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined” 

DORCAS MF MEADOWS BABYYYYY she’s so cool wtf I want to be her and be with her I just need her 

“Oh look what you made me do” riddle bc he fucking sucks

But also Dumbledore when he made Gideon and fabion take the fall for dorcas

And dorcas when she started a war because neither side was doing anything so she took things into her own hands. 

Dorcas looking at Dumbledore and saying “look what you made me do” is so powerful!

Dorcas is a badass mf put some respect on her name I want to kiss the back of her hand so bad

Getaway Car

this is one of my favorites off the album and it is very much dumbledore and grindelweld. (unfortunately? idk bc zar did so amazing fleshing or their backstory that its fascinating and i dont like them as people, but their characters are fascinating and the PARALLELS mmmm so good)

“It was the best of times, the worst of crimes / I struck a match and blew your mind / But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it / The ties were black, the lies were white”

Albus falling in love during the worst time of his life (best of times worst of times)

Grindelweld not seeing albus’ betrayal coming or maybe he did but the lies were white

"X" marks the spot where we fell apart / He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself / I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed / We never had a shotgun shot in the dark”

He poisoned the well I was lying to myself- albus when grindelweld betrayed him and killed Ariana, he was lying to himself thinking grindelweld  wasn’t the man he was and that he wouldn’t do anything to get him  back

You were drivin' the getaway car / We were flyin', but we'd never get far / Don't pretend it's such a mystery / Think about the place where you first met me / Ridin' in a getaway car / There were sirens in the beat of your heart / Should've known I'd be the first to leave / Think about the place where you first met me

This part belongs to the moment when dumbledore finally kills him. 

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think back to the moment you first met me- they were never going to have a happy ending and grindelweld should have seen it coming, they met during the hunger games where he was putting him and his sister in an arena to fight for their lives. They could never exist like they wanted to. 

“Until I switched to the other side, to the other side / It's no surprise I turned you in / 'Cause us traitors never win”

Albus turning on the man he loved, betraying him and killing him, but never winning. 

“It’s no surprise I turned you in”

Just thinking about dumbledore killing him and saying “don’t pretend it’s such a mystery” as if he would ever do anything less to avenge his sister, even to the man he loved.

Gorgeous

Regulus through and through

This song is literally his internal thoughts about James 24/7 

reg wrote this song about James I know bc he showed me his sad boy poetry and this was in there

“You should take it as a compliment / That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk / You should think about the consequence / Of your magnetic field being a little too strong / you’re so cool it makes me hate you so much”

Liiiiike? Regulus coded. Taylor knows CR reg personally and wrote this for him

Him making fun of James because otherwise hell just talk ab how pretty he is and how in love he is

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / ‘Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But, what can I say? / You're gorgeous”

ITS SO REGULUS.

Like come onnnnnn he can’t even look James in the eye most of the time bc every time he does he’s just a deer in the headlights

James is so pretty im in love with him 

Regulus get in line I wanna kiss James face so bad

“You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you / And you should think about the consequence / Of you touching my hand in the darkened room / ‘cus you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts”

God this is so regulus idk what more I can say

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine / I feel like I might sink and drown and die” 

I know James eyes aren’t blue, but the comparison to regulus drowning in them is too good

“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”

UUUUUUUUGH they’re so lovely im clawing at the wall I want what they have ugh ugh ugh

Dress

this is both wolfstar AND dorlene

“Secret moments in a crowded room / but they don’t know about me and you / there is an indentation in the shape of you / make your mark on me”

This is so CR wolfstar Zar might as well have written the song himself.

Secret moments in a crowded room but they don’t know about me and you??? You’re joking. Like it’s so them😭 Remus at parties as a server while Sirius is siting with sponsors like 3 feet away with hickies he left the night before?? Yeah 

“Say my name and everything just stops / I don’t want you like a best friend / only bought this dress so you could take it off” 

DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE

LITERALLY THEM. When they tried to be friends but Dorcas wanted so much more! Them being in love and being friends never being enough! 

When Marlene asked Dorcas to take her dress off!!! God I love them so much oh my god

“Everyone thinks that they know us / but they know nothing about / all of this silence and patience / pining and anticipation/ my hands are shaking from holding back from you”

WOLFSTAR <3 I love them so much. When the hallows think they have Sirius and Remus all figured out and put in their little boxes, the boy who give out sexual favors for sponsors and the servant to the hallow, but they know nothing about them

When they’re around the hallows and have to hold back from each other but all they want is to be in each other’s arms😭

Also dorlene!!! Again everyone  thinking they know Dorcas and Marlene and they have them in their little boxes, but Marlene would never be the girl they wanted or thought she was and Dorcas was literally undercover for a war. 

The pining and anticipation / my hands are shaking from holding back from you !!!! Dorcas and Marlene!!!! They’re so in love oh my god I love them sm 

“Flashback when you first met me / your buzz cut and my hair bleached / even in my worst times / you could see the best of me / flashback to my mistakes / my rebounds my earthquakes / even in my worst lies / you saw the truth in me”

This is so wolfstar and dorlene. Flashback to my worst times- Sirius knowing Remus saw both his games and has seen him at his worst and Remus thinking about grayback but even then Remus saw the best in Sirius and neither love the other less for their lows

Flashback to my mistakes- Marlene finding out about lily and despite not being together still hurting  because  it hurts! They’re so heartbreaking and I just love them so much

Call It What You Want

THIS IS CR WOLFSTARS SONG I DONT CARE THIS IS IT

“I brought a knife to a gun fight / they took the crown but it’s alright”

Sirius winning his games but never actually winning 

“My baby’s fit like a daydream / walking with his head down / I’m the one he’s walking to / so call it what you want”

Remus walking with his head down bc he’s a servant but he’s always walking to Sirius!

Sirius thinking Remus is so fit all the time and basically drooling nonstop- me too babe, me too

“My baby’s fly like a jet stream  high above the whole thing / loves me like I’m brand new”

Remus never paying attention to rumors and loving Sirius for him and nothing else, loving him like he’s all new and never been tainted by the hallows or the games 

“All my flowers grew back as thorns / he built a fire just to keep me warm / all the drama queens taking swings / all the jokers dressing up as kings / they fade to nothing when I look at him”

Sirius feeling like after the games he only destroyed things and like he grew thorns and ruins everything he touches, but Remus showing him he’s loved??? 

All the hallows trying to get their hands on him and sink their claws in but he only has eyes for Remus (specifically that one scene when Remus is working at the party and all the hallows are throwing themselves at Sirius but as soon as he sees Remus his eyes follow him all night and yeah them)

“ I’m laughing with my lover / making forts under covers / trust him like a brother / yeah you know I did one thing right / starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights” 

It’s literally them. That’s all. It’s them building trust and loving each other and laughing together and being in love.

“I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck / not because he owns me / but because he really knows me / which is more than they can say”

No you’re not listening. This is literally cr wolfstar 

NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME

Remus is the only person aside from his friends who can say they KNOW Sirius because Sirius let’s him know him. He KNOWS Sirius. All the hallows who want to own Sirius and to make him THEIRS don’t get it. Sirius could never be theirs because they don’t know him and  they never will. Sirius wants to belong to Remus because it’s his choice! He wants to belong to the man he’s built trust with and who KNKWS him. Oh my god they make me SICK. They’re so perfect 

“Would you run away with me?” Sirius to Remus all the time pls pls pls I love them

anyways I have to go do some work so this is all i have but i just love these characters so much and !!!!!

#sirius black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #mary mcdonald #james potter #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #aberforth dumbledore #ariana dumbledore #albus dumbledore #crimson rivers #jegulus #wolfstar #dorlene #marylily #zeppazariel #marauders #the marauders

[faussila]

Don't You Want Me, Baby?

PART FIVE

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Six

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Somewhere in the middle of high school chaos, you have managed to lead a peaceful existence. When a new boy arrives in Hawkins, life in general and the relationship between you and your best friend, Eddie, are thrown off balance. The stranger is obnoxious, and aggressive, and demands all the attention. Your attempts to ignore him soon prove to be unsuccessful.

Warnings: 16+, mild bullying, mentions of alcohol, smoking and drugs…

A/N: Oh boy, it's been a week since I impulsively started writing this fanfic. It has been a way of getting back on track with writing, something I missed doing for a long time now. As I started it, I was more focused on the Billy idea, but now, along the way of typing some stuff down, I became more interested in exploring the relationship with Eddie as well. I'm just going with the flow, not wanting to restrict myself too much as I am rediscovering something I like to do, and being a complete sucker for both of the characters... All I hope is that it will somehow make sense and that some of you happen to like this slow-burn story, as I do. Please, don't hesitate to leave some feedback or suggestions. I would love to hear from you guys. Lots of love xxx

From the hallway, you can already hear the animated voices of the Hellfire boys in the drama room. The sound of it just offers you a feeling of comfort. You are hesitant to go in as you need a moment to think about what has just happened. You are totally confused, irritated, and downright offended by Billy's behavior. His annoying questions, his smug look, and his downright dirty remarks riddle through your mind.  Everything that comes out of his mouth has the sole purpose of getting under the skin of the person for whom it is intended. You just know it. That is always his intention. Just because he can, and because he enjoys it.  And the worst thing about it is that it works. In addition, you are also left with many questions. Why was he at school? On a Friday night? And alone? And above all, how come he was alone on a Friday night? That in itself is weird. He doesn't seem to be the kind of boy who spends his evenings off by himself. This guy is nesting himself in your head, and you’re letting him.

Suddenly, the door slams open. Eddie is stopped in his tracks when he sees you standing in front of him. Your gaze shoots upward, to his.  “(Y/N)!? Where the hell have you been?” he asks with a tone of genuine concern in his voice. You didn’t realize it has been taking you so long. You immediately decide it's better not to tell him about Billy. “S-sorry, my dad was acting difficult," you stammer. "You know how he can be sometimes."

Eddie frowns at your explanation. He knows your dad. He has a peculiar personality, to say the least, but holding you back from going out to share his thoughts and displeasure with your actions, just seems out of character for him.

His eyes reveal that he doesn't believe you.

“It’s just stupid,” You laugh, trying to smooth things over.

You thought of yourself as a better actor, but you didn't have enough time to come up with a proper scenario.

"Whatever... Let's just start the game," he says slowly and suspiciously while making way for you to enter the classroom.

Before he can say another word, you enter the room, going under Eddie’s arm as he holds the door open.

___

The rest of the night, you guys spend playing D&D. It is amusing for you to see how the others are absorbed in the game. It’s not that easy to jump in on this activity that they are so familiar with, but you don’t care too much about that.  You just enjoy the evening. Despite the suspicious looks Eddie keeps giving you from time to time, that is. It surprises you how seriously he appears to be taking this. Clearly, he is not going to let this go by quietly. In between your attempts to avoid his stares, you try to think of how you will have to explain the situation to him further. He's obviously not going to let it pass in silence. Lying to Eddie fills you with guilt, but you try to appease yourself with the idea that you simply didn't have time to think it through earlier this evening.

After the game, the youngest group members decide to bike home together. The rest also drop off after half an hour. You are left alone with Eddie cleaning up the last things. Naturally, you begin to help.

 "Sooo," Eddie begins. You spontaneously laugh at the way he wants to bring the conversation back up. He turns to you.

“Sooo,” You drag on.

He cocks his head to the side in an expectant manner, looking only half as intimidating as he is trying to be. You mimic his actions. He looks rather pretty in this light, and it shows how his features have become more manly. Yet his eyes will never not resemble those of a lost puppy.

“Okay… you have to promise me you’ll stay calm as I tell you what has happened.”

He sighs, “I promise I’ll try…”

You smile and decide to be satisfied with his compromise.

“I ran into Billy Hargrove in the parking lot.”

Eddie knits his brows.  “What was he –“

“Beats me...”

“Right, go on…”

You start rattling on: “Well, he started talking to me, asking me what I was doing at school, wanting to know if I was meeting up with you, and then he said some offensive stuff about you, and me, and I just decided it was better to walk away, so I did, and then I came here, and yeah…”

Various emotions mingled on Eddie’s face. But it is one of confusion that predominantly takes the stage.

“What did he say about me, and you?”

His glare intensifies, and your eyes shift around the room in response.

“Okay… Uhm… He said you look like a cheap Van Halen,-“ Eddie interrupts you with a resentful scoff,

“And uhm… then he made like a really vulgar comment about you having sex with me or whatever, and-“

“Be more specific, (y/n)!”

You clear your throat before continuing. "He said that you aren't fucking me right and that I probably don't know any better… stuff like that…”

"He what!?" At this point, Eddie has reached his boiling point. He paces in short motions in front of you.

“Eddie, please,” You step closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder. He stopped pacing and turns to you abruptly. Your hand drops again. “How dare he make such comments to you?” His eyes soften again, but anger lingers. “You know… He is a cheap bastard for insulting me (y/n), but he is a downright dirty creep for saying such things to you. What's wrong with him?” Eddie’s eyes have just gotten a gloss of anger.

You know he’s right, but Billy’s comments actually didn’t get to you in that way. They are just cheap, dumb attempts to provoke you.

“He doesn’t even know us… And even he would, it’s still fucked up. He can’t talk to you that way.”

Although you know Eddie to be a decent guy, you are still taken aback by how he is especially angry about Billy's transgressive behavior toward you. Rather than about the insults toward himself.

“I told him you’re doing all right.”

The anger turns into genuine surprise within a heartbeat. His eyes have never appeared wider. You just stand there, awaiting a follow-up reaction, but before you know it you burst out into laughter.

It takes only a few seconds for Eddie to reciprocate.

After you regain your breath, he asks, "Why did you even say that?"

"I couldn't stand his smugness, and how he talked about you like that, and also how he insinuated that he would do so much better.

Eddie shakes his head as he smiles.

"He's just such a jerk."

You let out another small chuckle.

“Can we please just go to your place, smoke some, and laugh about this whole thing?” You beg him.

Now he lets out another chuckle, as he brings up his eyes to meet yours. He nods his head in the direction of the door.

“Let’s get out of here!” He says.

As you walk next to him, to the school’s exit, he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

Outside, you unlock your bike again and manage to put it into Eddie’s van. Seconds later, you are driving off.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #billy hargrove #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[itsaship-literally]

My god, this is going to sound SO silly but I NEED to vent or I'm going to explode.

Do not misunderstand me, I don't want to sound like one of those Beetlebabes haters who use age to complain about the ship even if it's meaningless, but seeing people EXPLICITLY sexualize underage Lydia is TRAUMATING to say the least.

Like, I'm not here to complain about these people because it would be very naive of me to think that they're going to stop because of me or any nonsense like that but... How do you guys usually deal with that? Really, I don't know what to do or think about the situation, I just know that it's bothering me a LOT. I know, I know, it's silly to care about it because I absolutely can't do anything about it, but it still hurts.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to exaggerate or anything, I don't mean to upset people either, but god, I feel so gross seeing this and at the same time I feel guilty for worrying too much or whatever… I saw that in yours blog you mention that you support ship in a sexual way when Lydia is older (Or something like that, forgive my poor memory), so how do you usually react/deal with this type of content? Or does it just not bother you?

I apologize for the outburst, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to have a nice experience in the fandom because of this... I just arrived, I don't want to leave because of this, but it's making it IMPOSSIBLE to enjoy. I feel like a dirty pedophile just for shipping, so I think seeing posts like this only makes it worse.

Um, anyway, I appreciate the attention :)

You know what, you bring up a good topic here. Before we start. I don't kink shame people because it's just not me. However! I had moments when I was younger (early 20's) that freaked me out when it came to over-sexualizing things (in my case it was bellydancers because that was my hobby at the time) but after a while, I sorta just stopped worrying about it because like you said, it won't change how people feel about their proclivities. The same goes for fandom. I ick after things too. (Example: the Dora the Explorer stuff. holy shit) Today, I learn that the best way to go about it is to not look for it. Don't seek the stuff that ick's ya. I don't much care for baby toon Lyds in adult situations but I can separate the idea that Lydia is an actual real person. I can take a story as just that. A story. As for art, I do not like Loli stuff. It's an ick for me. But I also don't judge a person for enjoying it. I would prefer to avoid it and I set my boundaries with my friends accordingly.

Back to Lydia in the Beetlejuice fandom!

Let's say you are a Shipper

Age of consent is a big deal for most here, including myself, but we are also realistic in the sense that many don't think that people give teens enough credit for their own biological functions. Let's take a step back to reality for a moment. 100%, It's not right for a real-life person to act on things like taking advantage of youth and naivete. However, it can not be dismissed that many people in their youth made choices based on their overactive hormones. I recall being one such teen where I allowed myself to act out in ways that, as an adult, I CRINGE at. To have Lydia as a 16-18 year-old act out with an undead creep feels plausible. Does everyone here feel that's a comfortable read? No, not at all. Many, like me, prefer to have an older, more informed Lydia make choices that work for her. Now about Beetlejuice. First off. He's a creep. If it's got tits or whatever suits his fancy, he's gonna jump on it. He's always been that way in media. Except with Lydia. His respect for her, and his treatment of her have always been different from other people. He'll probably take any advantage given to him and if his death was during a plague-riddled time then his view of human women could easily be skewed. Again it comes to how comfortable you are with his characterization. Do you want him chasing a 12-year-old, a 16-year-old, or an adult? Do you think he would go for body type? Do you think he would choose feelings over physical desires? Your best bet in navigating the whole Betelyds/Beetlebabes dynamic comes from understanding yourself. Are you confident in separating your choices in romance from alternate depictions? Do you prefer a more Ace approach of no romance/sexuality? Do you like a soft romance with no raunch? Do you want sexuality and passion in a more adult setting? Check with tags. Look for underage warnings. Talk to writers and artists to see what they do. Skim over or remove yourself from places that ick ya. Ask questions of yourself and others. There is no harm in discovering your boundaries and respecting those who have set theirs.

Now let's say you are a Friendshipper only.

You want Beej and Lyds to be pals with a slight affection for each other that defies a normal buddy pal. Maybe they have something that can't be defined as a friend but also not a romantic relationship. I like to consider this Babes Adjacent. They are not romantically linked but they are bonded. Soul mates without being physical mates. We have plenty of Babes who love friendship just as much. Some prefer to be called non-shippers, and others don't really care. They just wanna vibe. Some of them like Kid Lyds and her ghostly Boo. They support and care and protect each other like there is no tomorrow. It's painfully sweet and heartbreakingly loving. So many of us need that in our lives. Unconditional support and protection from things that make us hurt. In this case search for the & and not the / if you can. If folks are willing to send me art and fics where this bond is emphasized, I'd appreciate it. I admit I have a fear of finding a fic of someone who is gonna freak when they see my screen name and go "Noooooooo not a Beetlebabe!". That's a stress I don't enjoy. I just wanna vibe and watch these two dorks be happy with each other. Now to address your last fear, that you feel like a dirty p-word. All you gotta do is know where you stand on your attraction. It comes down to knowing yourself. Personally, I like an older man and older lady (Bi-mama here) but I don't shy away from stories with younger characters. I don't squick because I know my preferences are not reflected in getting lost in a story. With all the love and support I can send ya through the blog. Please don't feel ashamed for enjoying a ship (friendship or relationship). Just set your preferences and find your inner confidence. Stay polite to those who have different levels of shippiness. You can navigate the ship. I believe in you.

#ask reply #real talk #preferences #beetlebabes #beetlejuice #fandom stuff #Once in a while we need the real talk #ship and let ship

[just-an-enby-lemon]

This post is an apology to Tom King.

I recently re-read Riddler: One Bad Day and it's actually a masterpiece!

There's something truly fantastical about how Riddler's intelect is portrayed almost as a mystical power! The scene where Edward mind tricks all the cops into killing each other by laying on the floor and laughing like a maniac is pure art and I'm truly sorry for previously calling it "stupidly edgy", "the moment the comic lost all chance of salvation", "the final proof male power fantasies are a diservice to the entertaiment industry" and "soo dark is actually hilarious".

I also need to compliment the ambiguousness of if Riddler became who he is because of the abuse he endure or if his dad was abusive BECAUSE Edward was always bad is fantastically creepy and necessary. If your narrative does not have victim blaming as one of the possibilities in your moral debate about the inexistence of redemption and the need for violent cops ... I mean heros who kill the villains because evil will never stop nor change what's even the point?

I'm also sorry for my mean coments over Riddler reveling that he was part of Joker's attack against Barbara Gordon. It is actually a really nice nod to the original, specially in the way it reinforces Barbara's place as an useless plot point without agency that only serves to motivate her father. After all why would anyone ever want Babs to actually matter in an event that changed her life forever? Gordon is pissed. That's what matters.

The RIDDLER hating RIDDLES and using them to protect the world from himself by constantly re-living his trauma because actually the trauma was what stopped him from murdering for a long time and does that mean the story is retconing itself to show he was born evil? Is the BEST plot twist. If all future versions of Edward don't hate his gimmick and his own identity and think dorky people who tell riddles are actually stupid and puzzles are dumb than the comic industry will have to live in shame.

Back to talking about the portral of woman! I'm soo happy that the comic took away the voice from Edward's mother presenting her only by what her job as a sex worker represented to the people around her! Such a feminist take! And the snapy Riddler was justified in being mad that his henchmen sleept with his mother because being a sex worker is dirty actually. Gorgeus.

This comic also has the best teacher characther ever. He is so real for ignoring a kid's cry for help, considering their neurodivergent coded anxiety and dificulties are a case of needing to chill and seing all the most obvious sings of abuse ever as "very unchill kid behavior". And the comic is soo right for portraying this man as sympathetic and good and how if Eddie had stoped being a neurodivergent abused kid for a second and just chilled he would have been fine and never became a muderer. It's a life lession. Abused kids should just stop being anxious over the very real possibility of more abuse and neurodivergent people should just chill and everything will be fine. Doing nothing except blaming the crying desperated child for asking help is the right move!

Also Batman should kill. That's just a fact. Jason Tood has been saying it for years now and he is right. All heros should kill actually. Every comic should be exactaly like a Punisher run writen by an alt-right. Yes even the non-superhero ones. Yes even the manga. Yes even Donald Duck ones.

I could write pages and pages about how this is the perfect comic - bar the art style - but I think this is already a suficient apology for my previous misleading critics.

My next post will be a long explanation of why Batgirl vs Riddler: Prelude to the Wedding is actualy the best feminist comic ever written and Tim Seeley is actualy the only person allowed to represent woman in media ever.

#april's fool #this is my harmless prank #in brazil april's fool is lies day #the day where lying is a-okay #so I'm lying a lot in this post to represent my roots #riddler #edward nygma #edward tierney #edward nigma #riddler one bad day #one bad day #prelude to the wedding batgirl vs riddler

[makur0]

TWST Reader Personas

synopsis — dorm mc’s based off of those fairytale characters? [Part one]

content warnings — sfw

author’s note — pretty generic, but i really wanted to do this, especially as my first twst fanfic + self indulgent. i also will add more depth into these rants (will link) but not just yet

word count — 558

[The Caterpillar - Heartsabyul]

First things first, you don’t smoke. Gotta make that clear (but you do have a sufficient supply of those scenting sticks). You’re also shorter than Riddle... but unlike him you could care less. In fact you love one-upping the beanstalks of the dorm. Of course, if you feel like it. You are one of the laziest people in Heartsabyul, which irritates Riddle down to the bone (How you got into this dorm nobody knows). A perfectionist clashing with a slacker... sometimes Trey mediating the entire thing isn’t enough. You are rather liked by the other dormmates though, rather the first-years who aren’t used with Riddle yet. Once they finish their tasks and escape Riddle, they crash at your dorm and you tell made-up stories about your ‘travels’ and that you’ve been all around. Of course you don’t hide the fact that you’re lying, but they don’t seem to care as long as they’re distracted to schoolwork and such. Overall, people both respect you and like you, even though you try to have the first-years do your tasks with no reward.

[Timon - Savanaclaw]

Relating to the original storyline, you’re an outcast of your family. But do you mind? No. Not really. In fact you joke about your parents disowning you so much that even Leona is concerned about your mental wealth. Anyways, everybody loves you. What’s better than living a carefree life, not stressing out about schoolwork? says the person who's been in detention several times You’re like everybody’s therapist, in a way. Like the shoulder everybody needs to lean on. Not that you particularly mind, but every once in a while you shove Ruggie into the mental help group (sorry). Leona didn’t like you at all when you first joined the dorm, especially after you got along so well with his nephew Cheka and became the Dynamic Duo. But as time passed, he envied you on how easy you were about leaving your family and overall the life that was set out for you. Maybe he could learn a few things from you... but for now, you’re his second servant when Ruggie isn’t around to serve him 24/7. He also officiated you as Cheka’s babysitter whenever he visits.

[Sebastian - Octanivelle]

You’re carrying Mostro Lounge with your music. Although Azul was extremely reluctant because you had no background information about your career in orchestra and such, he relented because, well... you got along great with the crowd. And that means more money for Azul. Moving away from that, you’re a generally a nice and carefree person, a stark difference to the schemers of the dorm (You get along GREAT with Floyd). You are smart yourself (Why else would you be in that dorm?) but unlike the others you want to solely pursue in music. After your schoolwork, of course. And whenever Azul calls you to do some dirty work. Yes, whenever the Leech twins are nowhere to be found or busy with something else, the housewarden goes to you partly because you did say that you would help him in whatever, and he could trust you (he doesn’t have to worry about you thinking about double-crossing him. you’re not that smart for that lol). But despite your generous personality you’re indifferent with the other students in the dorm. They have their interests, you have yours.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #mc personas #please tell me if theres another fic like this tag me