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princessasmosprincess · 3 months

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I saw your asks were open and I ran right here! Could you write something about Asmodeus finding out that adult!mc is inexperienced in love and still hasn’t had their first kiss yet?

I’m not very experienced in the romance department myself, so this is something I’ve thought about quite a bit since Asmo is my fav. It would be so intimidating to be with Asmo, just because he is so experienced and he’s probably done EVERYTHING. At the same time it might be nice to let him take the lead? I think he'd be very gentle and reassuring as your “first,” whether that means kisses or something more intimate. I also don’t think he’d be judgmental, he’s been with all different types of people so nothing would surprise him.

I don't know what spirit possessed me, Anon, but I saw your ask and the words just kept coming. I do hope you like it ^ ♡ ^

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Taboo

Genre: A little fluff, a little angst.

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, not really suggestive but it does dance around the topic of sex, MC is a virgin and has never been kissed and feels embarrassed about it.

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“...And can you believe, no one had ever told Marchosias that he was a bad kisser! Now, I don't mind if it’s a little rough but I’d prefer any hickies to be lower than jaw level, do you know how hard it is to cover them up even with magic? I swear, it was like making out with a suckerfish.”

Asmo slipped off his robe before folding it and setting it at the edge of the tub, smiling when you laughed at his description of the kiss. He did love an audience, and you hadn't heard most of his stories yet.

You were already in the tub, basking in the warmth and the light floral scent that wafted up with the steam.

Every once in a while Asmo would invite you for an evening bath to relax and gossip. Before you knew him well, you’d been wary of his intentions, but eventually you figured out his motives were relatively pure. He never once crossed your boundaries or made you feel uncomfortable. By now, you barely even acknowledged each other's nudity.

Asmo stepped into the tub, sinking into the cloud-like froth of bubbles, “I know he’s got that whole innocent 'I only give true answers to all questions’ thing going, so you don't want to hurt his feelings, but someone had to tell him.”

“Poor guy.” You laughed.

Asmo was usually the one who did most of the talking, but you didn't mind as long as you were able to get in a word from time to time. He always had a lot to say, so unless something particularly interesting happened to you at RAD, you’d let him go on for as long as he wanted.

“Oh, don't worry, I was gentle with him. I even gave him a private lesson, if you know what I mean.” He smirked, “But we never really talked again after that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I'm pretty sure he was just trying to use me to get to the Celestial Realm anyway, as if I wasn't disgraced and cast down. Like, Solomon probably has more sway with my Father than I do at this point.” Asmo sighed and stretched, leaning back against the tub. “But that's enough about me and all of that… What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” Asmo's amber eyes brightened, “I wanna hear about your romantic escapades, so spill.”

You hadn’t quite gotten to revealing many of the intimate details of your past to him or any of the brothers.

Your cheeks warmed, “I don't think any of my stories will be as interesting as yours.”

Asmo laughed, “Well of course not, dear, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear about them.”

“I don't know, Asmo, I don’t really-”

“I won’t ask you to share anything too personal, if that's what you’re worried about,” He lifted a handful of bubbles to his face and blew them in your direction, “Ooh, what about your first kiss, you could at least tell me about that!”

You broke eye contact with him, chewing your bottom lip as you tried to come up with the right words to say, and when they did, they caught in your throat, “I- I can’t.”

A sly grin stole across his lips, “Darling, don’t be silly. Is it that embarrassing of a story? You can tell me, I promise I won’t share it with a soul.”

“That’s not it, Asmo.”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper, “I haven't had my first kiss yet.”

Asmo blinked a few times, the air felt heavy around you, though he didn't seem to notice. He was more surprised than anything.

You’d never had your first kiss?

“Does that mean you're also a-”

You turned your head, willing away the tears pricking at your eyes. It was stupid, you knew. There were lots of people like you. But you felt so ashamed. So unloved.

You knew the question was bound to come up sooner or later, but you still felt unprepared.

“Oh.” Asmo’s gaze softened, not that you could see it. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed-”

This was you, after all, adored by the future Demon King and the Avatars of Sin alike. He didn't think it was possible you could have lived for this long without so much as a kiss.

“It’s ok, Asmo, you didn't know.” You sighed, tilting your head back against the edge of the tub and closing your eyes. You needed a moment.

Asmo sank lower in the water, so his head sat just above the bubbles, his eyes never leaving you.

Asmo’s whole world for the longest time had revolved around himself and sex and carnal desire. That was just what it meant to be the Avatar of Lust. But in the grand scheme of things, experience in those areas didn't matter much at all. Passion was more important, whether it lasted a moment or centuries.

His heart ached for you. From your reaction, this was clearly beyond you simply not having an interest in intimacy. Asmo didn't understand how the opportunity hadn't come about for you. It infuriated him that other humans hadn't seen what he saw in you. How could anyone not love you?

Asmo hardly remembered his first, a face faded from millennia past, a kiss that hadn't made much of an impression after millions more, new and exciting feelings that had overwhelmed his senses at one point but would feel so tame to him now. But he did know that doing something new was always scary at first.

He could offer to help you take that step. To be your first. Of anyone in the entire universe, wouldn't the Avatar of Lust be the best possible first kiss? Wouldn't your first time with an expert make future opportunities feel less intimidating?

And if he was your first kiss, maybe he could be your first in other ways…

His gaze flickered to your lips.

But it didn't seem like the right time. Asmo had made a mess of things as it was. He knew he shouldn't have pressed you, but he had been too curious. Your feelings were already hurt.

He would talk to you about it some other time. Asmo didn't want you to think he pitied you and he didn't want to pressure you either. There was nothing shameful about your situation, whether you felt that way or not. It would do you no good to rush things when you were feeling so vulnerable.

No, he would wait for the right moment, and if you chose someone else as your first he would gracefully accept your decision.

Until then, he would show you how precious you truly were.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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CEB: wait… CEB: are you saying that vriska is interested in me? CEB: like, romantically?

I think she thinks she likes you, the same way she thought she liked Tavros. In her eyes, you're a potential replacement for him, which is a dangerous position to be in.

In short: yes. But watch out!

CTG: do you like her CEB: well, like i said, i thought she was pretty cool… CEB: kinda bossy! but also pretty friendly. CTG: yeah ok CTG: but i mean CTG: anything more than that CTG: like CTG: if earth wasnt destroyed and she werent in some other universe on a planet full of unspeakable frothing dipshits CTG: and she was on earth visiting your town or something CTG: would you want to ask her to go see one of your dumbass movies

Dave is actually helping John talk through his feelings, which is sweet as all hell. His instincts around this are surprisingly good, too - it probably would help John to separate his feelings about Vriska from his current situation.

Try to divorce yourself from the session, just for a second. You're not John the Player - you're John the teenager, and a girl likes you.

What do you think about her?

CEB: i don't think i have ever actually liked a girl before in that way, so i am not really sure what i am supposed to feel or do…

Grew up in a small town in Suburbia, USA.

Raised by a single father who struggles to relate to him.

No extended family to speak of, unless you count the ecto-sister he learned about an hour ago.

Has a social circle consisting of three online besties, and never mentions any IRL friends.

Uses stilted phrases like 'not a homosexual', and is so confused by his own feelings that he can't identify a crush.

John Egbert is a very sheltered kid, is what I'm getting at. I wouldn't be surprised if Karkat and Vriska were the first people who ever had crushes on him. This is all completely new to John, and I don't think has the slightest idea how he's supposed to respond.

Dad's great, but if John asked him for relationship advice, he'd tell his son to get a decent aftershave and a well-pressed suit. He's flying blind, and things will only get more complicated from here on in.

CTG: did one of the human ladies reject you ?CG: OF COURSE NOT. CTG: how did it go did you stand in a quadrant like you were playing four square CTG: holding a bucket full of flowers or slime or whatever and jade was like no thanks bro

I mean, he might have started with John, but he seems to hate Jade quite a lot, too.

We now know this was after his confession to John. Maybe it was a rebound?

CTG: or maybe it was a guy who rejected you ?CG: FUCK OFF. CTG: haha wow bingo CTG: see how i look right now thats a poker face might want to take some notes ?CG: I SEE NOTHING BUT A COWARD BEHIND DARK EYEWEAR CLEARLY DESIGNED FOR WOMEN AND A PAIR OF IMPUDENT LIPS PURSED SO TIGHT IT'LL SOUND LIKE AIR SQUEALING OUT OF A BALLOON WHEN I PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT.

Pursed lips?

Karkat. No, Karkat, look at me. Do you have a little crush on all the human kids?

You do, don't you. Oh my god, you do. Just stay away from Rose, or Kanaya will chainsaw you in half.

?CG: AND JOHN, PURELY HYPOTHETICALLY, IF ONE OF US IN THE FUTURE DOES MAKE SOME SORT OF SOLICITATION YOU DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND… ?CG: BECAUSE OF PERHAPS SOME CULTURAL DIFFERENCES ?CG: I MEAN NO ONE IN PARTICULAR HERE ?CG: MAYBE TRY TO UNDERSTAND THAT PERSON MIGHT NOT BE THINKING TOO CLEARLY AT THAT MOMENT

Karkat, you're killing me here. I'm dying. You don't get any Boondollars from killing a liveblogger, Karkat.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s69 #2790

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mrs-monaghan · 7 months

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https://twitter.com/parkordie/status/1714224017907839040

Nah cuz these drags won't work for Jimin lol

First of all, JIMIN is literally a unisex name which is especially given for baby girls in SK. So there's no need to add anything to make it more girly lmao. His name is commonly used by girls anyway.. we have many girl idols named Jimin but uses stage names because JIMIN is owned by mimi 🤷‍♀️

Second, people really think saying he looks like a woman is offensive ? The same person who asked 'what the heck is men ?', Regularly wears women clothing, drew a bigender tattoo on himself, thinks he looks beautiful when dressed as a girl, calls himself pretty, pretite and delicate, chose modern dance and ballet as his major which are not commonly done by men and is frowned upon in SK, repeated he's NOT manly multiple times in a single interview, likes to keep his body dainty, want to make his booty even bigger, used a woman as his reflection and is VERY fluid with his gender identity representation 🙄🙄 More than anyone else Jimin knows his feminine side and fucking embrace it proudly

If him, his dad and mom, his partner, his members, his freinds and his stans doesn't have a single problem with him not being the usual 'manly' guy then who tf have a problem with how he carries himself ?

The way it's mostly JK solos trying to drag him for this.. are they worried whether he'll steal their man or what 👀👀 or that their 'straight' man won't be able to resist a pretty Jimin around ? Is JK that weak for pretty dainty boys shaz ? 🤔

While reading your ask it took me back to this moment

(Thanks @sarah2711)

RM literally short circuited 🤣😂😂😂 I can't with this clip coz RM takes me out every single time. 😆😆😆😆😆 Dead.

(Me digressing in 1....2.....)

I am surprised that JK doesn't seem to be simping here considering the fact that Jimin was super pissed during this bomb

youtube

coz JK wanted him to be in that snow white costume so badly.

Analysis no one asked for in 1....2....

Okay so Jhope says loser will have to dress up as snow white. If you look at Jimin's face, he is not happy

But the best part for me is how JK is looking right at him 🤭🤭

Yes... so are RM and Jhope but there is a reason I'm highlighting JK 😆😆

So Jhope says how this was all JK's idea. But look at Jimin's face when he says "that's right"

This tells me Jimin knew why JK wanted him in that dress. He hee. Jin confirms that this idea is quite recent.

RM concurs adding in this little detail:

Thats the face of a cheeky man up to no good 🤭 Especially when Jhope repeats the rule... and while Jimin is frothing at the mouth 👇🏽 JK is watching him looking quite excited about the prospect of the loser being snow white

We know JK expected Jimin to lose because that's what happens more often than not. Jimin always looses in RPS and JK was counting on this happening. But Mimi wasn't having it and not only can u tell because of how mad he looks, but also because he does the tongue in cheek thing

And we all know depending on the context, this is usually a sign of annoyance.

So the members start to play and guess who JK is watching 😏😏

The reason why this analysis is most probably accurate is because of the face Jimin makes when JK wins dramatically

Did you see that? Okay I will clip just Jimin's face since he moves too quickly for a proper screenshot. But just look how done he is. Zoom in and u can see it even better.

For reasons only known to Jikook, JK really wanted Jimin to be snow white and Jimin was 1300% done with his boyfriend.

Is JK that weak for pretty dainty boys Shaz?

Hmm 🤔

Anon,

#bangtan bomb jikook #jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #minkook #jimin is king #helen of troy #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #dainty jimin

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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Table anon again! For the millionth time! Because I'm fucking hooked! God damn it!

Anyways, idk if you take requests or not, but... I'm sure you remember that Patches Nebul Morell thing 👉👈....... I'd- yeah I'd kill to see a fic about that...... I KNOW YOU'VE GOT OTHER THINGS TO BE DOING BUT I can hope....... also I'd scream if you did it so there's also that

;w;

[There's a lot of things I want to do, and my biggest grievance is that days are far too short for all the shit I want to get done. :') But I like this scenario. POV shifts sporadically between all three.]

TW: Anything involving Morell usually warrants gore or blood; Socket fucking (sort of??); Patches lives through damage that would maim someone.

" So, it has come to this? "

Nebul looks at the monster before him. A frankly pathetic display, as per usual.

The dullahan sways slightly in place, and while Nebul's sense of smell is greatly diminished compared to that of most living monsters, he can practically smell the alcohol wafting off that green vegetable head. He's more than hammered, the wraith would be surprised if his coworker was able to tell left from right. Patches won't meet his eyes, not after boldly draping himself over the shopkeeper's counter, but the radiant flush of seaweed green on his cheeks speaks for itself. Words aren't needed for the wraith to tell that this one wants to be taken for a ride, but he'd like to hear them anyway, so Nebul remains impassive until the pressure forces speech out of the other.

" I dunno... A-Are you busy? "

Lollygagging. But it's usually very easy to make him speak.

" Am I too busy to fuck you? "

The green monster fumbles, withdrawing from the counter momentarily. Nebul deeply enjoys it when people understand that he can't be so easily seduced, that manners will get them everywhere as opposed to whorish displays. But then again, the dullahan probably already knew such, maybe he just wanted to provoke the shopkeeper. He won't put the scientist above that.

Claws tap harshly against wood.

" Mm- Well... "

" Come now, say it, you were brave enough to walk here. " He doesn't have to be so mean, but he can be.

Patches sighs, lowers his hat, gloved digits fiddling with a small vial of fey powder lying around. " It's early... I know you don't have anything better to do, so- So why not do me? " Lord, he's corny. " I can take anything you dish out. Go wild. "

There's some truth to his statement, undead monsters have a pain tolerance that makes the strongest wrath demons froth at the mouth with jealousy. Nebul can go to greatly depraved lengths with the dullahan. Though, he has to question why his coworker is so keen on seeking pain lately. Something must have happened, and Nebul isn't so sure if feeding that urge is the best course of option right now. In fact, the mildly depressed signals he's picking up on will warrant a talk later on. Not right now, the dullahan needs escapism and attention for the moment.

Nebul rises from his seated stance, waving at Purpur, who is currently playing with the bobbles in a display pen. The little spaghetti ball gets the message and uses his tendrils to scoop the creatures into the shop's backdoors, staying there.

" As a matter of fact, I am too busy to indulge you, slut. " Nebul starts, never missing the shiver of want that races down Patches' spine upon the correct terminology being used to address him. Though it's humorously followed by a wispy exhale.

" That's fine, I'll j- "

" However- " He interrupts. " You're still of use to some of us. "

Patches "blinks", machinating the wraith's intentions. No time is given for him to think.

" Go on, undress, must I spell everything out for you? "

" N-No. " The dullahan starts fumbling with his needlessly complex outfit, circled idly the wraith, who watches him with an unwavering eye.

" No what...? " Nebul stops by the display rack exposing several sets of collars and leashes, picking a golden-spiked, velvet collar and a thin but durable leash of the same hue to match it. It's not actual gold, that'll spook the dullahan, Nebul is not that heartless.

" No, master! "

Well, he certainly can't complain about the monster being clueless. He catches on to what a dominant figure wants to hear fast, even if much too clumsy for the other undead's tastes.

" Very well. "

Once he's standing still, both hands politely covering his shame and eyes cast to the floor, oh what a view, Nebul hums, placing the collar around the dullahan's neck in a motion that's almost mechanic, given how many times he's done it before. The leash clips with a neat metallic noise.

A beat of stillness passes between the two men, Nebul appreciating the straight posture Patches is able to keep in spite of spending his days curved over an office chair. He insists on wearing the hat indoors and it's frankly infuriating. The moonlight can't snare him from inside! Foolish. He tsks softly, depositing the hat on his counter and letting the rest of his clothes lay on the floor for now.

There's a wordless nudge of Nebul's clawed finger against the green monster's bare arm, an expectant nod spared his way. Patches slowly allows his limbs to drop uselessly, revealing a half-hard length. Right, he's heard of this before, people who seem to get aroused under the influence of alcohol. Not that the dullahan wouldn't drink if he wasn't already intent on humiliating himself, this is just the liquid courage propelling him forward.

" How often do you masturbate? "

The question sounds fairly out of left field, and the other understandably fumbles. " I- ? Uhm, o-once or twice. "

Nebul stays put. " You are insulting my intelligence. I suggest you don't repeat that. "

" D-Daily... "

That's a little more like it.

" From now on, you will cease that. If you're so intent on bothering your coworkers for pleasure- " The wraith leans in. " You will let them have control of it. "

Someone definitely liked hearing that, if the downstairs twitch was anything to go by. " Y-Yes, master. "

" Good. " A dark, dusty gray hand curls around the dullahan's length in reward, giving slow, luxurious pumps. The undead's hands aren't very soft, courtesy of his weathered nature, but they don't need to be. Patches makes a quiet moan when Nebul deliberately allows long claws to flirt with the underside of his cock. He's full-mast in moments.

As soon as that's established, the cloaked monster quickly retracts his touch. Cold, heartless, uncaring. " Walk. " The wraith commands, holding the crimson leash. " And touch yourself along the way. "

Patches gawks, making a noise more akin to an incredulous squawk than anything, walking anyway. " B- Buh- Neb- "

" Did I stutter? "

Nope. It'll be a cold day in Hell before the shopkeeper is caught stumbling over words.

" N-No, sir. "

" Then start. "

And he's led to the elevator in that state. Naked, collared, with trembling hands reaching for his own cock like some mindless pervert that can't help himself. Patches gulps, full of delicious shame even as Nebul calmly presses a button on the elevator wall, not sparing the pumpkin-headed monster a single glance. The dullahan gets momentarily distracted by his own motions and huffs in the quiet of the confined space, finally getting a pleasant buzz of sensation.

He's mid-stroke when a ding rings out, and in steps a pair of monsters he doesn't recognize, clients no doubt. A wave of mortification courses through Patches, who flushes ten shades darker and averts his gaze immediately, aware he's being stared down with equal parts disgust, amusement and mockery. The moment he stops moving however, Nebul spares him a frigid look. Well, he's incapable of facially emoting, but intent is transmitted near flawlessly anyway, and Patches senses nothing but menace in the wraith.

So, accordingly, the dullahan resumes palming and teasing himself shamelessly, open-mouthed. The shopkeeper then casts his attention towards the pair, towering over them. His regard is wordless, but an air of challenge hovers over him, as if daring the two to say or do anything stupid. Needless to say, they don't, awkwardly huddling closer to each other.

An undefined amount of time later, the elevator door parts again, and the pair of clients basically scrambles out, Nebul had been exerting a lot of pressure on them, but he can't be blamed, can he? It's only natural to be protective of your pathetic pets. Patches finally understands where he is when the sound of cutlery clinking together and droning chatter can be heard. The restaurant floor. Ah... It's only early evening, so it's not as busy as it would be say, during witching hours. But more than a couple of heads certainly swivel at the sight of an imposing individual like Nebul casually dragging another monster on a leash, said monster swaying lightly and fisting his own dick.

Lord, he's dying of shame, but he's throbbing harder than ever.

Wait... Why is he in the kitchen? Oh fuck. This is what he meant. Oh shit. Morell.

" N- Nebul?! " The crack of his voice is high-pitched and cringe-worthy.

" Hush. "

Inside the kitchen, not that much is going on, the place is inundated with bobbles rushing around, a cluster of them worried over ingredients, some cleaning counters and others washing dishes. Turnip is orchestrating most of this. The vast majority of the small creatures are too preoccupied with their curreent tasks to care about the pair of monsters that just walked in, recognizing them as their boss' coworkers. The pink in question does eventually speak.

" Mistah Nebul, mistah Patches. " He greets, seemingly unfazed by the monster "forced" to touch himself in plain sight. " What can I help y'all with? "

" Where's your boss? " Nebul begins.

" Sir's in tha back. " The warehouse, so to say.

" Playing with the food? " There's a subtle hint of glee in the wraith's tone. If Morell's getting frisky with his pigs, then it'll be much easier to tilt him into playing along for this.

" Yep! " Chirped without an ounce of awareness.

" Splendid. Go call him, it's urgent. " The pink bobble nods, trotting past the two and disappearing behind heavy doors. Nebul turns to Patches and taps the chopping block functioning as a kitchen isle, there are knife marks on the surface, but it's otherwise spotless. The floor around it has drains, no doubt for the bloodshed that happens here regularly. " Sit. "

And the dullahan does. He can't help but feel a touch of panic, never wanting to be subjected to the butcher's treatment. Or maybe, maybe Patches would like that- Though he's not gone enough to throw his life out for an orgasm. Hopefully. Jury's still out on that one. Nonetheless, the dullahan's hand still works quickly at his own girth, mind rouletting through possible scenarios. He's going to get split open by the mushroom monster, spitroasted between the two, maybe forced to take both at once, he can stretch far enough, especially with a touch of magic! Nebul's going to slap the shit out of him while he bounces on the cook's fat fucking-

Fingers snap before his face, making the pumpkin man gasp.

" Morell will kill you if you cum on his chopping block. " The wraith warns. " Hands off. "

Patches wasn't even aware of how lost in his own pleasure he was getting. Sure enough, a little bit more and he'd be risking a premature orgasm. He doesn't doubt the chef would do exactly that, to be fair.

Speak of the devil, heavy footsteps signal Morell's arrival, the kitchen doors opening to the sight of him wiping blood off his hands with a towel. He doesn't look very amused, and his frown only deepens when he stops to take in the sight of the collared, naked dullahan on his kitchen isle.

" Tha fuck's yer problem?! What's all this shit? "

Oh, he's definitely not happy about being interrupted. Patches shrinks in himself silently. Nebul remains impassive, noting the tent on the cook's pants when he moves to slam the dirty towel next to the sink. He looks back at the duo with a furious, tense glower.

" You seem upset. "

" DO I-?! Wise ass! " He leans against the counter, arms crossed, it speaks volumes of Patches' depravity that he remains hard in spite of the chef's yelling. Perhaps because of it.

" Mhm. " Nebul clasps his hands. " See, I think you're in dire need of relief. You're awfully tense, Morell. "

That actually makes the shroom bark out a laugh. Now he's curious. " Ha! I don' suppose yer offerin'? "

Nebul chuckles quietly. " Perish the thought, my dear chef. " Patches' leash is tugged harshly, making him choke. " I usually don't sell this type of product, but I believe I can interest you in used goods... "

Morell's attention is diverted to the pervert twink on his chopping block, glowing eyes accessing him sharply. It takes a long, drawn-out pause full of quiet tension... But eventually, a bit of a smirk pulls on the mushroom monster's face, just barely visible above his scarf.

" What's yer deal, pumpkin? Ya wanna be some kinda Merry Go Round? Anyone can catch a ride? " The chef teases.

Patches nods, definitely too drunk and stimulated to be ashamed of himself, the wraith having already successfully put him in a submissive mindset.

" I don' even think ya can handle me. Yer all skin and bones! " Morell prods at his coworker's arms and legs in much the same dehumanizing way he studies his piglets. Patches only gasps and flushes the more he's dragged about, definitely getting a thrill from the other's brute strength.

Nebul makes another subtle snicker. " Oh, I assure you that won't be a problem, undeads can be roughed around, don't worry about something as silly as a stretch. "

The cook spares Nebul a squint.

" Now now, he's not all for you. " Dark digits reach for the dullahan's head, Patches understands the request and gladly allows Nebul to extract his head. " You can keep his body. "

Patches finally realizes what's going to happen, as does Morell, the two of them gawking at the wraith. A nasty, blunt-toothed snarl of a grin paints itself on Morell's face, and Patches' legs clench in excitement. His form used by two people at the same time, in separate places. Like an actual toy you can take apart and put together on a whim- Two kids fighting over a plushie until it tears at the seams and each gets a piece. Lord, that's fucked up. He's so ready.

" Say goodbye to yourself for a bit, we'll be heading back up. " Nebul prompts, giving Patches a perfect view of his body sitting placidly in front of a very interested shroom, before promptly taking his leave...

Morell stares at the leashed offering before him, guessing there's really no point in wasting time now. He had been getting handsy with some of the piggies in his warehouse, one of them is very easily spooked and will let him do just about anything to them so long as he doesn't raise his voice. He's going to enjoy cutting that one up... Morell guesses, since Patches interrupted his rendezvous, he can be the replacement.

The dullahan twiddles his thumbs, fiddling with the leash silently while the chef removes his blood-stained smock, hasty hands unzipping his black pants so a strained length can pop out. With a relieved sigh, the shroom grabs Patches' hand and brings it to his cock, interested in how the other might react. Patches seems to jolt slightly, and the chef knows he'd be stuttering by now if his head were on... You know, taking it off might not have been a bad idea, saves him the trouble of having to shut the twink up himself eventually. Nonetheless, he's pleasantly surprised when green hands tentatively start working smoothly at him.

" Lawd, yer really some slut, ain'tcha? " He snorts, speaking to no one really. He's glad he made Turnip watch over the misbehaving catch inside the meat freezer, because the chef will certainly get busy now. The rest of the kitchen bobbles work smoothly, so used to the depravity of what usually takes place within these walls that no one spares Morell or Patches a second glance.

The chef bucks once or twice into the dullahan's touches, getting riled up whenever the other is bold enough to squeeze or linger on the tip of his member. Something flashes through his mind.

" ...undeads can be roughed around,... "

That's right, he can have some fun with this one, can't he? Oh joy.

Morell leans into the dullahan's space, delighting in the shiver his coworker gives upon sensing him so close. Morell hovers over the other's exposed neck, nudges the collar up, and swiftly bites down. Hard. Making sure to grind his teeth together. Patches squirms and kicks out in pain, no doubt screaming somewhere, making the shroom laugh against his flesh. Still, ever so dutiful, he keeps stroking the chef, which is commendable really! Morell rewards this obedience by groaning lowly in satisfaction, giving the dullahan a small respite in which he focuses mostly on the taste of the trembling being.

It's not like human blood at all. It's thicker, less metallic, more of a soupy, bitter substance. Quite different. Do all undeads taste like this? The shroom peels back, licking at his chops and observing the massive bite mark he left behind. It's green, his blood is a curious juniper green hue, like he's spoiled or something. Morell's own ichor is discolored, but this is news to him. Nonetheless, driven by both an erotic sadistic urge and endless curiosity, he continues to scrape and ghost bold dentures across the dullahan's shoulder, teasing, warning. A meaty hand curls around Patches' own dick to gently return the favor. He wouldn't say he dwarves the other's cock, but his girth is certainly null compared to the mushroom monster's.

In contrast to that generous treatment, Morell once again sinks his teeth into the magic caster's tender hide. Deeper, harsher, feeling muscle give way, ligaments collapse and blood vessels burst- The chef moans, low and needy, shaft throbbing while he secures the flailing monster and rrriiips a chunk out of his shoulder.

He chews pensively, still hastily pumping the other's cock as he heaves and pathetically squirms, bleeding all over his torso. Not a bad taste at all! He can work with this! Morell's jolted out of his evaluation by the sudden piston of his comparatively small coworker, who promptly cums all over his hand.

Figures, little loser must be screaming his eyelights out up there. The cook smiles, licking cum off his digits. This ain't over.

Nebul makes an airy cackle, watching the dullahan's facial expression contort in immeasurable, appetizing agony as he stops licking the wraith's shaft to yowl.

" AAH GHH- FUCK-! AH- OH GOD. "

" HURKK- GONNA DIE. GONNA DIE! " Patches screams, a blood-curdling sound. Too bad Nebul has no blood.

" Don't be dramatic. " Nebul pats the pumpkin man's head as he pants and keens through whatever's happening. " Tell me things. " He demands while idly pumping his length.

" H- He- He tore a chunk? Of my shoulder? He- " The monster gasps and moans very suddenly, speech faltering into pleasured, breathless cries. Magic tears slide down his cheeks. Nebul knows that look, he just came. " Gh- He's gonna eat me. "

" Oh, part of you, definitely. I expect nothing less. " Nebul hums, adjusting his seated stance on the chair behind his counter. " Do continue. Tell me things as they happen from now on. "

Patches dutifully continues to use a summoned tongue to lap and curl around Nebul's length. In different circumstances, the wraith would be face-fucking him by now, but he seems intent to take it slow this time.

" I- " The dullahan gasps, sockets wide. " I think I'm- B- Being turned around? Wha... I'm touch- I'm bent over the sink. " He puzzles out.

Ohh, this is getting good!

Nebul makes a sound far too akin to a giddy titter, grabbing his cock and sliding Patches' head closer. He has an idea as to how he can fuck his coworker and keep hearing those lovely cries. His cockhead poises on the rim of the other's right socket. The wraith gets to see his coworker's attention finally fully veered towards him, excited yet submissive eyelights flickering to his misty head.

" F-Fuck yes, stuff my ffucking brains out! " He offers enthusiastically.

Fact of the matter is the dullahan has none, physically speaking that is. But Nebul understands completely, he himself knowing the true, invasive depths of allowing others to touch what essentially amounts to one's mind, one's very conscious, their core. To fuck that is to penetrate beyond bodily limits, it's capable of breaking monsters if overdone. But Patches... Patches is already so cracked and shattered, he can take it.

Eternally grateful for the way the dullahan made his face so malleable, Nebul slowly stretches the triangular socket with his girth, going deeper and deeper into the other's head until it's essentially forced into a circle around his cock. The small magic field Patches created to mimic pupils creates a pleasant, vibrating buzz on the wraith's cock. Nebul moans low in delight.

" Ha- Ahn- HhnHn- Fffffuck. Y-Yes! " Patches makes an ugly, guttural sound. " Th- Thank you, master. " He's crying again, crocodile tears steadily flowing as the dullahan sobs in a blinding mixture of pleasure and pain. " Harder, please! "

" Such manners. " The wraith praises, a purring lilt to his tone. " How could I deny you? "

And he thrusts. Firm, merciless, balls smacking against the other's head. He readjusts, legs spread, steadily using the moaning, crying dullahan's hole as an improvised toy and idly wondering what Morell's up to some floors below.

He's screaming again, the sound making Nebul's thighs shake in euphoria, though the wraith doubts his coworker has enough mind to narrate what's going on.

Morell growls, fists slammed against the counter as he hilts inside the green monster's tight ass. Yeah, that's not right, he definitely tore him open. Oops... He can handle it, right? Probably.

The shroom holds himself back for a moment, being merciful enough to wait for his coworker to calm down. But he doesn't. In fact, the smaller male starts kicking out harder, hands desperately scrambling for something to hold onto until they grab the edges of the sink. Huh, that can't be the chef, the wraith must be sticking needles in his head like a pincushion or something... Whatever it is that he likes to do.

" Well boy, if ya ain't gonna settle down on yer own... "

The cook grabs his velvet leash, quickly using it it to tie Patches' hands behind his back. One arm keeps his upper body flush to the counter, while Morell's foot nudges his bare legs apart further. This, he can work with. One fierce piston jostles Patches forward, body screaming mutely as it tears further to accommodate him. Yeah sure, Morell could have prepared him before, but no one said he had to. The dullahan will walk it off just fine, this is his kinda thing anyway.

For an undead, he's not that cold. Morell will give him that, enjoying the tense grip of the magic caster's walls around him while he bucks hard and fast. There's no point keeping things slow, the chef got interrupted and he wants a reward for humoring this nonsense, drowning the dullahan's guts will do just fine. Glazed, pleasure-filled eyes spot his cleaver discarded to the side. The shroom cackles, reaching for it giddily and deciding to play with the man beneath him.

In contrast to great, jarring thrusts, Morell drags the very tip of his blade over Patches' back. The prominent line that marks his spine. Morell knows that if he swung his cleaver juuuust right, he could cut through the bone, split him in two. But he doesn't, of course, even if part of him thinks Krulu could just sew Patches back together without issue. Tempting, but ultimately, the shroom only makes a couple of slow, grating, deep cuts across Patches' back, enough to get more of that strange dark blood.

The squeeze around his cock has Morell luridly cooing. " Figures, little pain slut, this right up yer alley I'll bet! "

He dips to lick the lines of seaweed green now pooling on the other's back, making sure to stick his tongue into the wounds, prodding, deliberately stretching the tissue just to hear it squelch and part further for him. Morell's moan is near guttural as he grinds more generously. Finally, he gets to feel the bruised and torn dullahan grind back greedily. " Atta boy... " Not that the monster can even hear it.

Another belly laugh rips out of Morell when the chef subtly drags the blade of his cleaver against Patches' twitching cock and the monster visibly jumps. It's followed by almost enthusiastic squirming and leaning, as if daring Morell to actually do some damage. The chef thinks about it, motions picking up in his rampant excitement. He enjoys castrating some of the piggies he catches, part of him would delight in tearing Patches' dick off. Or his balls. It's not like he's going to put babies in anyone, most likely. Better not, that'll probably take a long while for the poor pervert to fix. Instead, Morell lets Patches play with fire, dragging his shaft through the cold stainless steel. At this rate, he's gonna get himself cut without the chef's help at all!

Morell's too frenzied to wait, blanketing over the undead and fucking wildly into his trembling frame, cleaver ghosting over his abdomen. What if... What if he just- Right here, right now, right on the counter...

There's an impatient kick, then a force trying to lift against the shroom's heavy arm- What the Hell's he doing now? Then finally, a SLAM downward.

He... The fucker stabbed himself.

Morell gawks at the sight, panting heavily in shock, throbbing as soon as rivulets of thick blood cascade to the floor. His brain shuts off entirely. The last couple of pistons the shroom offers are brutal, he makes sure to pump Patches in wordless praise as he buries himself to the root and keeps his promise to flood the smaller monster's insides. The chef groans and huffs, not remembering the last orgasm he had half as intense as this one.

He twists the blade up further into the dullahan's guts, making sure to rotate and dig further, drooling. Patches cums near immediately, the overload of pain making him spasm like a fish out of water while his cock spurts uselessly against the counter, mixing with his own blood and Morell's fluids. It's... A complete mess. Morell grimaces a bit at it, but he's determined to encourage this perfect behavior, milking the other's orgasm well past the point of comfort.

Maybe, he thinks, sighing in blissful satisfaction, he should do this more often.

Nebul glances at the dullahan's jizz-soaked head. Globs of seed escape through his carved mouth and nose, right socket sticky with tears and precum.

He's stopped cleaning the wraith's length to seemingly freak out.

" You're hyperventilating. "

Patches groans, a bit of attitude surfacing. " Hrk- Well, excuse me- " A sudden wheeze, words are understandably hard to form for him currently, but the other can wait.. " There's a fuh- Fucking k-knife in my abdomen! "

Nebul snickers, using a handkerchief to wipe the cum off the corner of his coworker's mouth. " Joy, he likes you. "

" Oh, I- Hhhng- Can tell. " A tired sigh escapes Patches. " C-Can we go down, I think- "

There's a long pause, Nebul practically dies of anticipation. " ... Yes? "

" Yeah, I'm spilling my guts on his floor. "

And his head is picked up again without warning, the wraith quickly slipping into the elevator. Not because he's concerned about the other's well-being, not even close-

He just needs to know what Morell's going to do next.

#Morell oc #Nebul oc #Patches oc #tw gore #yeeeehawww this is not for the faint of heart

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prince-kallisto · 7 months

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Twst character ask

1-4, 13, 14, 15

Ahh sorry for the delay! Σ੧(❛□❛✿) This got put into my drafts so I thought my inbox was empty lol…I’ve answered some of these before, but I actually changed my mind on some of them haha

For 1, I previously said it was Jack, but 🧐 Tbh I think my favorite was always Idia- his design and loser personality really drew me in. I used to play Obey Me back then, so I think he reminded me of Leviathan, who was one of my favorites

For 2…my current favorite character is Dire Crowley -v- What a surprise!! My favorite student character is forever Idia, and besides, I like these two characters in different ways. Idia is skrunkly. Crowley has me frothing at the mouth. There is a difference 🫡

For 3, a character I grew to like was Vil! I’ve never really liked those type of controlling characters, and my first (and inaccurate) impression of him really rubbed me the wrong way. It wasn’t until Book 6 that everything clicked, and I went back to thoroughly enjoy Book 5 now that I understood his character! I really love him now, and you can tell how caring he is!

For 4, a character I relate to is Cater Σ੧(❛□❛✿) I think the self consciousness of showing who you “really” are, and feeling the need to put up a persona is very relatable to me irl haha…there’s always that sense of detachment from people ٩( ᐛ )و not very slay-slay but very cay-cay

For 13…hmm, this is a tough one! I suppose…Jack could be my lab partner? I think he’d be very responsible with lab rules and safety procedures. He’s someone I can rely on to not create chaos!

For 14, although my first instinct was Ortho (which also means Idia 💙) to have as a sibling, I actually choose Rook (´⊙ω⊙`) Maybe that’s a bad decision haha…but I really love his passion for the beauty of the world, plus he already has a lot of siblings. I don’t agree with all his methods for pursuing beauty, but he seems like fun? -v-

And for 15, the character I share the same hair color with is…Leona?? Sort of?? TWST lacks the boring hair and eye colors I have haha 🤣🤣🤣 /j

Thank you for the asks, it’s really fun to think about these! ^^ 💞💞💞💞🐦‍⬛

#kallistopost #ask kallisto

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cherryo · 1 year

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Hiya! Bro fr the turtle smut is severely lacking, I thank you for feeding me and other fellow people who need this content.

(So much so that I want to leave my own nsfw thots in your inbox I hope you don't mind hehe. Donnie is aged up in this btw and this gets smutty, it's subby(?) Donatello because this concept makes me drool)

_______________________________________Okay SO, this ✨️idea✨️ of mine came about after I saw a video about how researchers had difficulties with telling the sex of turtles and they didn't want to cut them open so they were like; "Hey what if we used vibrators?" And it worked! A specific part I remembered when they said that the tail is the most sensitive spot and that soft-shell turtles were especially sensitive to the stimulation from the sex toy.

Now I can't stop thinking about accidentally finding out about his tail(because we never really see it in the show)and just seeing how sensitive it is when you're rubbing the underside of his tail the same way you would a clit and tracing your fingers over his slit. Poor thing is panting and moaning like a bitch in heat and clawing at your back, it doesn't take long for his cock to fall into your hand and have you jerking him off too.

"Oh Gal- Fib- fuck please don't stop, 'm so close please love oh god"

I also love love love!! The thought of having face down, ass up while giving him a handjob and tail stimulation. If you also brought a vibrator, he'd be sobbing from how overwhelming it would be :(( poor baby but he would look adorable like that 💜💜

Even better if he has a pair of tights/leggings that have a rip in them for access, ya know? I just know that Donatello, especially after training more and just growing, he has the most amazing legs like fully sculpted by the gods. He would be able to crush a watermelon between them.

It's 2:08am and I'm frothing at the mouth frfr

(Literally me right now)

I very much love that you want to leave your horny thoughts in my inbox!!!

Imagine just pitching the idea of using vibrators on turtles to sex them bro 😭😭 that is the funniest thing I've heard in a while

Okay,,,, BUT FINDING OUT ABOUT IT AND SURPRISING DONNIE WITH IT OH YM GOSH

FR DROOLING AND FROTHING AT THE MOUTH 🫡

Also face down, ass up Donnie has my entire heart 🫶🫶

I want to be the watermelon he crushes between his legs

Anywho I love this so much,,,, please leave more things like this 🫣

#chaserambles #anon you are a certified genius

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rabbitcruiser · 7 months

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National Frappe Day

Enjoy a delicious, frozen frappe, share with others, see what businesses are offering free frappes, and pay it forward for someone else to enjoy.

Frappes offer a great opportunity to get that coffeehouse feeling without having to leave home or spend a lot of money. Here’s an easy way to make a delicious drink at home in honor of Frappe Day:

Start with a cup of brewed coffee that has been allowed to cool. To that, add a cup of cold milk and two cups of ice. Blend together and then flavor in whatever way is preferred, whether using caramel sauce, mint syrup, chocolate sauce, or another delicious type of flavoring. Honey and maple syrup are two perfectly natural ways to add sweetness and flavor without a bunch of preservatives.

Making a Frappe is a fun way to enjoy a delicious treat!

History of Frappe Day

A hallmark of Greek coffee culture from the 1950s onwards, the humbly delicious frappe has earned a yearly celebration. The frappe is distinguished by being one of the few beverages improved by the use of instant coffee! (Yes, it’s shocking, but keep reading.)

Supposedly, the frappe was created by a tired Nestle sales representative at the Thessaloniki Trade Fair in 1957 who was beset by caffeine cravings. It’s often said that creativity flourishes in the face of restraint, and so it was when this beleaguered man couldn’t find access to any hot water to make his instant coffee. So he took some of his instant coffee, put it with cold water and ice, and shook his way to what would eventually become an internationally enjoyed drink.

Of course, from there, versions of the drink were modified to include cream, sugar, flavorings, or sometimes even ice cream. Nowadays, they are also often blended in a blender, but the idea is the same. No matter how it is made, Frappes are delicious!

Although it started out as an accident because the inventor couldn’t access hot water, the Frappe froth actually has a surprising amount of science behind it. Spray-dried instant coffee and its lower oil content are the key to creating long-lasting bubbles. Freeze-dried instant coffee won’t cut it. The next time someone wants to complain that they can’t get a good coffee anywhere in the country, they might just be right. Perhaps they’ll need to head over to Greece, where the Frappe is the official national coffee drink!

How to Celebrate Frappe Day

Celebrating this Frappe Day contains loads of fun and enjoyment that includes delicious coffee, ice, and sometimes even a bit of creamy sweetness. Try out these ideas for the celebration of Frappe Day:

Enjoy a Frappe Today

Hop over to a local cafe and grab an amazing and delicious Frappe. Whether in the morning to start the day, or in the afternoon as an energetic pick-me-up, an iced frappe can be appreciated just about any time of the day.

Starbucks has its signature Frappuccino on offer, which is a blended or iced version of the frappe drink, but taken to the extreme. One of these drinks is hardly like drinking a coffee at all and, instead, is more like drinking a dessert with a straw! In fact, some of them don’t even include coffee in them.

The options for flavors are virtually endless, including fun names like Caramel Ribbon Crunch, Mocha Cookie Crumble, Strawberry Funnel Cake or Matcha Green Tea Creme. No matter which flavor is chosen, it’s most likely going to be delicious.

Share a Frappe

Find someone you love (or just generally like) and gift them with an iced coffee drink on Frappe Day! Whether it’s picking one up for the person in the next cubicle at work or bringing one home to your significant other, Frappe Day is a great way to tell someone else that they are appreciated and thought of.

Get a Free (or Discounted) Coffee Drink

As with many other foodie days, Frappe Day is a time when some companies choose to celebrate by giving away free stuff! And on this day, many people can score themselves a free cup of coffee. It changes every year, but here’s a list of some of the restaurants that have offered free coffee drinks on Frappe Days (or just regular days) in the past. Check them out to see what kind of promos they have going:

McDonald’s. At one point, this most famous of fast food restaurants had a deal “buy one, get one for $.01” for those who downloaded the McCafe app around Frappe Day. At other times, they have been known to offer a free coffee after the purchase of five.

Dunkin’ Donuts. Known the world around for their coffee, Dunkin’ has a perks program that offers a free coffee for those who register with them.

Starbucks. In some locations of this coffee chain, customers can get a discount during the week of Frappe Day, especially if it falls on a Thursday! That’s because Thursday is Happy Hour Day, which means between 2pm and 7pm, coffee drinks are BOGO (buy one get one free) on select Thursday. Check the Starbucks app or local store for details.

Choose to “Pay It Forward”

Get generous on Frappe Day and cover the cost of the coffee order of the person who is just behind in line at the drive-through coffee shop. It will make them have a much better day, reminding them that the world isn’t such a bad place after all!

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secretsolarsystem · 2 years

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❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜👀

I HAVE BEEN FROTHING AT THE MOUTH TO WRITE THIS!!!! this quote is so gotdamn sexy bestie, it’s so *chef’s kiss* thank you SO much for sending it in!!!

I hope you enjoy this canon-divergent, Sith!Obi-Wan (my beloved), Jedi!Anakin, (literal) seduction to the dark side, non-graphic depictions of injury and a dead body, slightly spicy, 2.2k >:))

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Once, Yoda had told Anakin that fear was the path to the Dark Side. “Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering,” he had said. Anakin wasn’t really sure about all that, but the old master was onto something with the suffering part.

Because Anakin was. Suffering. And it was getting harder and harder not to Fall.

He just didn’t know if he’d Fall because he’d give into Obi-Wan Kenobi, or if he’d use the power of the Dark Side to kill Obi-Wan Kenobi. Because Obi-Wan Kenobi was the one making him suffer.

Okay, maybe saying that he was suffering was a bit dramatic. But Anakin didn’t know how else to describe how he felt in his current situation. He’d been kidnapped – kidnapped! – by Kenobi, which was unsurprising but still pretty messed up. Anakin, the Hero With No Fear, the Force’s Chosen One, the Jedi Order’s beloved (maybe that was Anakin’s way of putting it but the sentiment remained) knight and general being kidnapped by Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Lord and the most charming and beautiful scum of the earth was not a shocking turn of events, all considered.

But just because Anakin was unsurprised did not mean he was having a good time with it. Who would, what with how possessive and seductive Kenobi was being the whole time? He always had his hands on Anakin, on his wrists or his arms or his shoulders or his waist or somewhere near his neck. And when he talked to him, his voice was always low and his smile sharp and his golden eyes dark.

All that attention always on Anakin. It was great. Wait! No, it was terrible! Yes, it was terrible. Not great. Not great at all. Not even a little bit. (Maybe a little bit.) (Wait-!)

And Kenobi was always saying the same thing. “Join me” this and “Embrace the power of the Dark Side” that and “Sometimes I want to shut you up with my cock, get those pretty pink lips around it, but then I wouldn’t get to hear you finally call me ‘Master’ and I just don’t know if I like that.”

(That last one had only been said once, but a similar sentiment frequently came up. Anakin had heard of people being seduced by the Dark Side, but not of being seduced to the Dark Side.

And was it working? No, it wasn’t working. Except, well, Anakin kind of liked the idea of the man’s cock down his throat. Wait! No! No he didn’t. Didn’t he? No…)

(But couldn’t he do that without Falling? Who said you yourself had to be a Sith to suck a Sith’s cock? But no! It didn’t matter! Anakin wasn’t going to do that!)

What was a bit surprising was how long Kenobi had managed to keep him. It had to have been weeks by now, and that was bad, because the longer Anakin was with Kenobi the longer he became acclimated to it. Accustomed to it. Appreciative of- No! Not that last one...

Like now, as Kenobi led him off the ship and onto the platform. Kenobi had said they needed to go to a different planet to see about some Mirialan with a stolen holocron, and Anakin simply went because Kenobi saying “We need to go somewhere” and ‘we’ and meaning himself and Anakin was something that now made absolute sense to Anakin. And it also sounded very nice. No! Not nice-

Plus, Kenobi had put Force-inhibitor cuffs on Anakin’s wrists and taken Anakin’s lightsaber, so he didn’t really have another choice. He could – and would – snark about it, but that was about it.

He was used to doing what Kenobi said at this point. He kind of liked it. No he didn’t!

“Thank you for coming along, darling,” Kenobi sighed, leading Anakin into the building by a hand on his elbow.

“As if either of us have a choice,” Anakin huffed. “Where you go, I go, and you go wherever Dooku points and says, ‘Sick ‘em, boy!’”

Kenobi hummed, trailing his hand down to run a finger along one of the cuffs on Anakin’s wrist, smiling at him with all his teeth. “I like that, the part about you going where I do. It sounds like I’ve got you well trained.”

Anakin stopped walking to frown at the man. “You’re the trained one here. That’s what I was saying.”

Kenobi brought his hand up to run a thumb along Anakin’s protruding bottom lip, making Anakin stick it out even further. In offense. Not to get the man to keep his finger there, or maybe shove it in his mouth. Nope. Just to show his displeasure at the whole situation. “That pout’s going to get you in trouble one day, sweetheart.”

“What are you gonna do?” Anakin challenged, lips moving against Kenobi’s finger as it stayed where it was. “Put me in handcuffs?” He held up his wrists, as if to say, How could it get worse than this?

Kenobi’s golden eyes sparkled. And then he nodded.

Anakin blushed. “Well I hope they’re more fun than these ones,” he muttered, turning his face forward once more, successfully and unfortunately moving his lips away from Kenobi’s finger.

Undeterred, Kenobi put his hand on the small of Anakin’s back as he pushed him to resume walking. “Of course, darling. I’m going to have nothing but fun with you.”

Thankfully, Anakin did not have to come up with an answer to that, because they entered a room in which the Mirialan stood. Her tattoos were stark against her green skin, and Anakin felt a pang of homesickness, thinking of Luminara and her padawan. Why hadn’t anyone come for him? Why wasn’t he home?

(Should he also be asking himself why he hadn’t escaped? He probably could. He was Anakin fucking Skywalker.

But he didn’t want to ponder on the question and come to the conclusion that maybe he just didn’t want to. Because he did! He did…)

“Thank you very much for meeting us, my dear,” Kenobi said, giving her his most charming smile. Anakin couldn’t help but frown. After weeks of being the only recipient of such names and smiles, it felt wrong to witness Kenobi bestow them on someone else, someone he didn’t even know, someone he didn’t even want.

(He didn’t want her, did he? Anakin didn’t care. Just as long as Kenobi wanted and kept Anakin. No, wait. He didn’t care, period. Yeah. That one sounded right. That one was right. That one. Yeah.)

“Why did you bring a Jedi here?” the Mirialan spat, looking over Anakin with an expression of pure disgust.

Well I don’t like you very much either, Anakin huffed internally, looking down his nose at the woman. He shivered, though, when Kenobi moved his hand up to rest where Anakin’s neck met his shoulder.

“Can’t leave the darling at home,” he said with a sigh and a smile. “He’ll tear the place to bits unsupervised, naughty thing that he is.”

Anakin shivered again at being talked about like he wasn’t there and like he was some sort of pet. But it was an angry shiver. Not one of lust or want or anything like that. Angry!

The Mirialan hummed as though in understanding. “Not surprised. Their kind are quite inconsiderate of other people’s spaces.”

Sensing Anakin’s quite obvious displeasure, Kenobi lifted his hand to scratch behind Anakin’s ear. “Yes, but there is no other like my Anakin, I can assure you.”

While Anakin all but purred at the words and the touch – or, uh, growled, very meanly and unhappily – the Mirialan rolled her eyes. “They’re all the same. My parents were smart enough to realize that. They’re the only reason I was never inducted into their cult. And this,” she held up the holocron, “is going to bring them back, right?”

Anakin frowned. Many Mirialans were Force-sensitive, but Anakin wondered why her parents would refuse her training at the Temple. Well, they obviously saw the Order as a “cult,” as she said, but he wondered how they got that idea. Jedi were peacekeepers made soldiers, protecting the Republic and all of its people.

“Correct,” Kenobi agreed, eyeing the holocron. “With the proper usage.”

“Which you’ll show me?” she pressed, holding the holocron tighter to herself.

Kenobi hummed. “You are quite strong in the Force, young one. I could feel that the moment I entered the building,” he said thoughtfully, removing his hand from Anakin entirely to step towards her. Anakin’s whole being rioted at the loss, at the distance growing between them as it closed between Kenobi and the Mirialan. “All of that power, untapped and untrained. I could just show you how to use the holocron and bring back your parents, but I can also show you so much more. If you’d pledge yourself to me-”

Anakin had heard enough. He heard enough to grit his teeth and rush forward, grabbing Kenobi’s lightsaber off of his belt and igniting it. As best he could with his cuffed hands and his vision blurred by rage, he swung the red blade, hearing the Mirialan’s loud cry before he heard her hands – and the holocron with them – fall to the floor, severed from her body which fell soon after.

Shaking with anger, Anakin held the blade mere inches from her neck. He turned away from her writhing form to look at Kenobi with wild, narrowed eyes. How dare he offer to be her master? Kenobi was Anakin’s master. He was Anakin’s!

“Well this is a shocking turn of events,” Kenobi said. He said it with an air of nonchalance, but Anakin could see the blush on the man’s cheeks and the way the corner of his lips twitched, fighting a smile. A pleased smile. A victorious smile. The smile of a man who had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“Is it, Master?” Anakin spat, and he noticed the shiver that ran through Kenobi at the title falling from his lips. “This isn’t exactly what you wanted? You didn’t want me to take your lightsaber and dismember this innocent person? For what, your entertainment? Your pleasure?”

“Letting you do something and making you do something are very different,” Kenobi countered, crossing his arms and raising his brow.

The Mirialan grunted in pain and Anakin hissed at her to shut up, keeping his eyes on Kenobi. Always on Kenobi. “You don’t think that calling someone else ‘my dear’ and praising them for their power and offering to take them on as your apprentice would make me do this?”

Anakin paused to laugh, because he simply had to. He’d just chopped someone’s hands off because they might have become Obi-Wan Kenobi’s. Because the man might have taken them on as his Sith apprentice, and not Anakin. Anakin wasn’t a Sith, and he wouldn’t be one. He didn’t have to Fall to be Kenobi’s, did he?

“This was your plan,” Anakin said. “Maybe not the plan, but the preferred outcome. Because that’s how you want me, isn’t it? Desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you.”

Kenobi’s gold eyes were swallowed by pupil. “Would you?”

“Would I what?” Anakin growled.

“Kill, for me?”

Scoffing, Anakin turned and flicked his wrists, easily cutting into the Mirialan’s chest and finally shutting her up. Her writhing seized as her body fell limp, lifeless.

Dead. Killed, for Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, who threw the lightsaber out of Anakin’s hands with the Force and disengaged it before it hit the ground. Before Anakin could fully process the missing weight from his hands, Kenobi rushed forward, throwing himself to the ground on top of Anakin’s body, which fell backwards next to the Mirialan’s.

And before Anakin could express how much he did not want to be right next to a dead body, Kenobi’s lips were on his and Kenobi’s hands were on his waist and Kenobi’s tongue was in his mouth and Kenobi Kenobi Kenobi-

“Kenobi,” Anakin gasped into the man’s mouth, chasing his lips. He tasted like deathsticks and tea and Anakin had never smoked in his life but he was addicted to Kenobi’s kisses, and Anakin hated tea but he would gladly lick it off the man’s tongue any time.

Kenobi bit Anakin’s lip. “Say it,” he demanded, pressing himself into Anakin’s body fully. Even though it made Anakin’s back press uncomfortably on the floor below him, Kenobi’s chest was pressed hard onto his own and their hips rolled against each other and Anakin could feel Kenobi’s erection rubbing against his own and- and-

And he couldn’t do anything but obey, even if it meant pulling his tongue back into his own mouth to rasp out, “Master.”

“Yes,” Kenobi hissed, thrusting his hips with more force, jostling Anakin’s body so vigorously Anakin could feel himself being inched closer and closer to the body laying next to them. “My apprentice, my Anakin.”

Anakin’s whole mind, body, and soul agreed, a constant chant of yours yours yours ringing out in his mind as he shoved his tongue back into Kenobi’s mouth, where it belonged.

He understood, now. Maybe this was his Fall, to the Dark or into Kenobi or something. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he really could still be in the Light and be Kenobi’s. But he knew that if he were to ever lose Kenobi, if they were to ever be separated – that would be true suffering, and nothing would stop him from using every bit of Dark power at his disposal to get his master back.

Because as much as he was Obi-Wan Kenobi’s, Obi-Wan Kenobi’s was his.

from this prompt list prompted fics collection on ao3

#i fucking love sith!obi-wan #like i cannot even begin to tell you #and anakin being fucked up and unhinged and sith!obi-wan being like 'i think you're beautiful and perfect like that'#and they make each other So Much Worse but in a really loving and obsessive way #i just Love it :-)#ask #prompt #my writing #obikin

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team-council-two · 2 years

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hi hello :D hope y’all are having a wonderful day-

thank you so much for making this blog because holy shit it’s gonna be so helpful <3

how do you say “Jesus Christ” in French ? context being it’s an exasperated exclamation

1. Many thanks - Aschen

Always happy to help! Now shower us with prompts and questions :) - Ray

Aw hey, thanks a ton - Cosmas

alpha here !! have a nice day too ! Personally, I'm glad you think this'll be useful. I just hope you and other people alike will be ready for how fuckin utterly disgustingly verbose I am, as expected of the person of this blog assuming authority on questions regarding spy (and perhaps what little scout could hope to have of french), and I am wishing you to manage to extract some glimpses of useful informations from my endless blabber still. (i also would like to apologise for my... sporadic use of ' and caps. i unfortunately have spent a good part of my life imitating dave strider's typing style, for i am the mandatory homestuck fan per project.)

onto the point !

well, what a simple yet interesting question, which yet easily unfolds into quite the lot of considerations to ponder !

so see, i am already forced to explain a little french thing known as our special relationship with religion, or as i fondly call it, our hellbentness on loudly frothing at the mouth whenever the church and catholicism is mentionned and our tendency to enjoy concepts such as the guillautine and the séparation de l'état et de l'église (chuch state separation for you English speaking friends)

This love for our république and révolution influenced us culturally a lot. In short; we do not refer to god for much or anything, including for the use religion based cusses, simply because we were hellbent on removing the catholic church from as much of our life as possible. It wasnt just royalty ! (we had a toast in the honor of the english queens death btw). But, because there always is a but, these cusses and the like still exist in french, and Spy is still someone who lives around americans a lot. so im assuming hed do the same as me, aka pick up a lot of language habits that youd usually not develop as much. this DOES include using religious based speech despite it all. A common consequence is, even if you don't say oh mon dieu/mon dieu a lot usually, well… Live long enough in America, and you will. But, because of course, there's always a but ! we do this because they have strikingly similar connotations ! Both can be used for surprise, fear and exhaustion alike. So. Let me actually answer this.

First, Jésus Christ is how you say it in french but it's pronounced completely different, like jeh-zus creest. Second, that said its not one i'd quite use interchangeably, at least for this case. You see, not only it sounds awkward as fuck in French and would be a real tongue twister to say in the middle of an English sentence (Ray's post on switching from Russian to English being hard also applies to French), it also would be that French uses this one a bit more restrictively : it's a thing you say more for surprising situations rather than quite exhaustion. We can but it's not our first choice. (also, on a side note, doux Jésus, lit. sweet jesus, is precisely for pleasant surprises too, as well as fear bound surprise. On a similar vein, the exclamation "Jesus !" will more often than not be better translated by "Christ !", but it really is. um. a nun/old time thing. It really is not common.)

Ironically mon dieu/bon dieu would likely be more fitting, bon sang (bloody hell ? Except that it's just. literally good blood.) but only if you follow it with a full mocking sentence like "bon sang, you are so fucking stupid it baffles me !…" or something like "bon sang, mais c'est quoi ce bordel ?" for full on, jesus christ what is this shit ? yknow. you even can use bon sang de bon soir. This whole thing reads as much more firm and almost angry compared to what you want, likely, tho. The absolute fucking peak of tired exhaustion, which is what I assume you're going for ? a standalone "mon Dieu mon Dieu mon Dieu mon Dieu…" Complete with head shaking and rubbing your temples. Bonus for being a classic movie reference (le grand restaurant, any Louis de Funès fan here ? he might pop up a lot in what i refer to). "Doux Jésus de doux Jésus de doux Jésus…" also works the same, minus the cool reference. A good ole "oh putain" for when you realize sth is going fucky is good too, the classic "merde/et merde" also is commonly adviseable.

There are many options because despite Ray's insistance that French cussing is weak compared to Russian one, we do have an entire art of cussing a lot, cussing in specific ways and cussing in stupid and artful ways. please do not hesitate to provide more context and/or the paragraph in which this pops up. but overall ? since your audience will be in its majority either american, or french people used enough to american english, i wouldnt worry too much about jésus christ not being understood or noticed as an "error" despite its use being a tiny tiny bit different. This is overall nitpick. but hey ! Guess that's what we are here for.

#tf2 #tf2 spy #langage language #i will figure out a tf2 pun tag hopefully #i just have 0 ideas rn #besides maybe off to visit my mother #bc i always ask for me mums opinion whenever it comes to french #so itd be a miracle if i got through ONE post without asking her #but thats less of a pun and more of an inside joke so...#feel free to add your own suggestions btw #doesnt matter if youre french or not ill answer w what i think #also unrelated but do ask me about how i genuinely do not know if valve intended for spy to look like louis de funes or not #and how fitting itd be if it was intentional

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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Imma be completely honest. At first and note I hadn't read any of it just saw posts alluding to what some of it said. but I did believe the leaked script was fake at first, since I know this fandom is very untrustworthy and at the time didn't know YOU were one of the ones backing that it was real. Once I saw it was trusted as real by people who would know, that's when I started avoiding it because at the time I wanted no spoilers. (Even now I want some surprise with the story haha)

That's how fandom misinfo happens though, and you'll notice, the waves all roll from the same people, every goddamn time.Sucker who mentally editorialized the Frank character being unavailable to McNally being unavailable, and McNally being like NO I WAS WAITING BY MY PHONE on fucking video? That one. The group that screamed no market testing and no intent from berens? That one. The one that screamed no roadhouse and no omissions? That one.

That's the one that screamed Pilot Fake. And also that episode morals like Moving On, Letting Go, Learning From Your Parents, Speaking What's Important While You Can, Facing Your Fears and Regrets were just me being wishful, or something. I was totally making all of that up, I couldn't possibly know that all the way back to when Deadline made it public.

I'm so tired of this fandom, because like. You, as an individual, aren't really deeply responsible. But to some extent people need to start tracking records of people. Not WHAT PEOPLE CLAIM. Like. Hard historical shit on file. Not this shit 2po claims I said, and then everyone that knows me slaps him with a receipt saying opposite.

I mean the fact that there is an active, malicious, grifting server of goblins ripping thousands of dollars out of this fandom's pockets to cruise gold panels on other people's dimes. I mean these people encouraged distrust in the same authors that FOUGHT for us with that testing, that PUSHED as hard as the confession and tried harder still. A bunch of them are people who got banned in my server for not being able to keep their shit together: triangulating primary residences on trees by satellite, harassing users across multiple rooms, trying to delete the server for being scolded.

That's it. That's where all that noise is coming from. And if you learn to wave through the thick of it and dig into each name, and TAKE that effort, you can see the giant pack of failbags over there screaming and frothing in denial, as they tend to do. One time they spent 5K to argue with me about the roadhouse/omissions, and guess what, chucklefucks.

They never learn, and neither do the masses. The masses swerve to whatever aligns with the current shapes inside their own head, and sometimes, being addicted to your own anxiety is in fact a thing. As the ad itself for Winchester says:

No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. - Cicero

That's it. That's Mary's problem, that's Dean's problem, and that's this whole ass fandom's problem. The good shit is right there guys, I'm not kidding. If you'd stop listening to the echoing inside your own head and listen more not just to the show but what the creatives are actually saying on main, holy fuck guys. It's right there. I'm serious.

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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OC ask for you!! Who is your favorite OC and why? Also, are there any OCs that you feel you (intentionally or unintentionally) based on yourself in any way?

hi! thank you so much for the ask :) SORRY it’s a wee bit long haha,,,

i actually have a lot of different wips that i mentally rotate through, so, in no particular order here’s a list of some of my favorite ocs, why & what wips they come from:

hyacinthus shrapnel — paramour

there’s a lot of reasons why i love hya and tbh i could be here all day ranting about him however i will shorten it to simply he ticks all of my boxes for a blorbo lol. i love his shitty attitude and his inability to talk about his feelings and how unapologetic he is. he’s just chefs kiss perfect shite dude.

amon — paramour

coming as no surprise here, hya’s counterpart. amon also ticks blorbo boxes but also i love how he and hya balance each other out so well. and i also really enjoy how he’s more than meets the eye; he’s a very multifaceted dude and i like how he is so acutely aware of how other people perceive him and uses it to his advantage. also, i love that even tho he seems more polite and put together he is constantly brimming with rage :)

clear brightendale — the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

haven’t actually talked about this wip much on this new iteration of my blog however for the uninitiated tcol is my giant ass fantasy from the ground up wip. i’m talking magic, mythology, etc etc. i’ve had this wip for quite some time. clear is one of the mcs of the main story and tbh i’m just. obsessed with him not even joking that’s my beloved boy. similarly to amon i enjoy how multifaceted he is. how he’s both a ruthless killing machine but an anxiety ridden sweetheart at the same time. i love how hard he tries even tho it’s not an easy path like he’s so hard working and he fights for what he wants and that’s just a rare thing tbh. he literally goes against his entire upbringing because he WANTS to do good and i love that for him.

lath — tcol historical

INSANE about lath actually. i say “historical” because technically a lot of his story takes place hundreds of years before the events of actual tcol but he does show up in the main story bc he’s a guardian tm :) i can’t properly express how much i love this dude. again, super blorbo material. i love how he’s fierce and unyielding and just kinda a weird guardian angel bird dude that will fight anybody. his relationship with his best friend/sword ensio also means an INSANE amount to me and tbh it’s a wonder i don’t froth at the mouth about it on a daily basis. honestly talking about tcol has brought it back into my headspace so xD that’s kind of how wips work for me.

darren de leon — vampires don’t take road trips

our mc! favorite boy! i love darren bc he’s just such a mood tbh. tired, no aspirations, just coasting through life. main goals is to be around people he loves and chill. i also admire his emotional maturity and how fiercely he loves his family and friends :’)

nyseah nicoletti — NAD (*placeholder title*)

my favorite she her 🥲 her tired not here for the bullshit vibes are immaculate but i love how she’s also so so caring and loving despite the bs she has and is currently going through. true mom friend energy. she’s also a badass and i love her resilience :)

i do have a lot more favorites than these but these ones especially tend to be at the top of my brain!

as to characters i’ve made like myself i have a few? generally speaking i would say that all my characters contain some pieces of me and the things i feel or value or do. but ones that are deadass like me in some way would be:

jake & calvin (purple haze) but this is 100% on purpose. purple haze in general is a wip that’s whole purpose is to help me work through the bs of first being a young adult and the specific circumstances i dealt with at that time. so not only are they like me they share similarities to my situation too. it’s only fair since they’re my oldest ocs :)

darren de leon (vdtrt) but mostly unintentional lol. i’m just pretty laid back and lowkey aspirationless like he is.

jenna magboo (the liminal space series) is somewhat purposeful but in a… different way? i’m autistic & was raised a girl so tbh jenna has a lot of mannerisms and likeness to myself when i was younger. jenna isn’t the same age as younger me or anything, but it’s almost like an alternate reality “if i kept going down this particular path i’d probably be like her”. so, as such bc she’s based off of me (but younger but older?) she and i have some similarities but we’re definitely very different.

#about renjamin

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liliansun · 1 year

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day 41/365 of haechan~

i was smiling along your progress through haechan day :) hope you're doing okay today my lilac <3

i am in an incredibly good mood today :) hopefully there is no complete switch :)

buut considering it is now monday 8th of may and i am still on night shift for another hour and a half - here's my week in bullet points

been watching grown-ish and have been frothing over luka sabbat because what an attractive dude

finished my test :) and should've gone with my original answers because of that i got 4 wrong on a 10% worth test and i'm still thinking about it

went to bed yesterday as my dad was waking up

my mum had reconstruction surgery for her knee that she fucked up playing indoor netball years ago (i was also there fun fact and i may have laughed and she uses it to explain why she calls me evil to the people who call me 'a literal angel') and i have been her nurse for the afternoon/nights and my brother in the morning and we swap.

it was my mum's birthday on the 3rd and so many people assume she's my sister. and my dad takes special pleasure in explaining that she's actually older than him.

my dad's jaw is swollen so i've had to slip him drugs....prescription ofc :)

been all over haechan this week and well that's no surprise to anyone

i may have found a job working at the ski fields and there's nothing really stopping me except my trip to the cook islands and australia :)

i still haven't decided if i'm going to that birthday or not. i'm going to see how my mum feels by wednesday-ish? still the same. want to go. but there's also things i need to think about and evaluate.

i've been 'spending' a lot of time with seventeen and ateez and i've just been feeling really happy because of it.

my friend is holding a go for the new skz album and like a barely constrained idiot, i brought the fucking thing and will most likely get the standard one as well :) joy. and i told my mum it was for my australia trip and it was, i just didn't use it for that reason. and my savings acc has gone down because my brother is my taxi driver and he is incapable of paying for his own fricken vape, petrol and food. and he knows, i can't say no to him. not really. because he's my only way out of this damn house because none of my friends except one who works all day lives here anymore and i do not drive. i also feel bad (and he's not even trying to guilt trip me either and i think that's what gets me)

my mum and i aren't the biggest fans of physical touch but she wanted to hold my hand today/ technically yesterday and i thought it was the cutest thing.

THAT MADE ME SMILE THAT YOU SMILED 🫶

I hope you still had a good day honey and are having a good day <33 also mom holding your hand is so cute 🥺

THE TEST SCORE,, I’m proud of you for still getting the rest right but damn I feel that myself 🤕

I hope mom is doing better :( and she heals well,, tell her that I said that 🫶 AND TELL HER I SAID HAPPY BELATED BDAY TOO

Is your dad having an allergic reaction? :(

NEW JOB YESS 🦵also if you don’t go bc your mom isn’t doing good bc she just had surgery then they should understand

:(( honey,, I’m always here if you vent too about all that and more or less 🫶 love you sm and you got this

#niwa my little sunflower 🥹#sunflower friend 🌻🫶#hyuckbrainrot 🧟‍♀️🧠#lilac’s moots 🥳

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itssolonelyhere · 2 years

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It excites them because it is Joseph. I saw lots of them shitting on Hunter from Metal Lords saying that he was too much. Two metalheads with the same interests but just one is cool. I'm not even talking about personality. Just aesthetic. They know nothing about heavy metal/metalheads and when you try to reason with them they say you are wrong.

They want Eddie to be gay so much that they don't care about what is canon and what is not. And I agree that most of them didn't even know about this code thing but as soon as a clueless person said the bandana had a meaning they all believed.

These fans are making me deslike the ST/Eddie fandom.

That doesn't surprise me. At the end of the day, it's not about appreciation for the scene, culture, or the people in it. Like you said, this is about Joseph. The current subject of their fantasies and obsession. He's the pretty boy of the month and once the next comes around, they'll leave all this behind. Onto the next one... Also, you're spot on. It's solely about the aesthetic. They're fetishizing it, Eddie, and Joseph. Their interest only goes as far as wanting to feel closer to him (in a sense), nothing more. And the difference between him and Hunter is that they find one sexually attractive. Eddie's a cute white uwu soft boi they really want to see kissing another pretty boy. Hunter gets shit on despite their similarities because it's not about the scene, respecting it, or the people involved. This is all based on attraction. That's fine, but pretending it's anything deeper is silly. The whole thing with canon is that they seem to think there's no difference between that and headcanons. Those two are not the same. Then they become livid when it's pointed out. Like, it's totally fine to HC characters a certain way. Usually... There are some exceptions, of course, but this isn't one of them. The thing that annoys me is that they come up with some theory, claim it's canon/confirmed, then go apeshit when someone says 'wait, hold on a minute...' That gets spread to younger and more gullible fans, who then go on a crusade against any who object. And because we live in a hellscape, this stupid crap gets turned into some moral, social issue. They think slapping people with a label of some flavor of bigotry will shut them up. It lets them feel morally superior while trying to publicly shame any detractors into silence and submission.

So lame... They only insist Eddie's specifically gay because they hate women. That's the tea. Seeing his obvious connection to Chrissy in the show sent them on a rampage, frothing at the mouth and clawing the walls. They tormented Grace for months. It's like this in almost every fandom. A bunch of chicks lose their shit out of jealousy and deep insecurity, so they take it out on actresses. Real people... If Eddie's gay, he has little to no interest in women. That comforts them because they no longer have to compare themselves to the actress in question. They can sleep better at night knowing they weren't in the running, anyway. Can't be rejected if you're not even a candidate. And cute boys kissing is their kink. Two birds with one stone. This has never been about LGBTQIA+ representation, the metal scene, or anything like that.

This always happens when something niche or a subculture suddenly becomes popular/mainstream. It gets bastardized to hell and back. Genuine interest is great, I'm just not a fan of seeing people who have been in the scene for a while getting treated a certain way because of this. I've run into posts on twitter and reddit from metal heads and the like talking about how they're suddenly being fetishized or argued with by Eddie fans. It's wild. Some are cool with it, but others apparently aren't. And my first venture into the ST fandom started with Eddissy, so I walked right into the bs. That made me try to avoid anything Steddie. I'm too tired for that kind of nonsense, though I still like Steve as a character.

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hyperfixationtimego · 2 years

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Kaito buys those glow in the dark stickers,,, he sneaks into everyone's rooms and just makes a heart out of them on the ceiling

NO PLEASE THAT’S SO CUTE

HE RECRUITS KOKICHI TO HELP HIM BREAK INTO ROOMS AND KOKICHI IS LIKE,,,,LOWKEY JEALOUS BC HE ALSO WANTS THE FUNKY COOL LOVEYDOVEY HEART ON HIS CEILING

(It’s okay tho bc Kaito has learned a thing or two from Ouma and manages to steal his room key when he’s not looking >:D Kokichi is VERY pleasantly surprised to find a pretty star sticker heart from his himbo bf,,,,,,,)

WHAT IF HE DOESN’T JUST DO HEARTS, BUT DOES ACTUAL CONSTELLATIONS, TOO

LIKE SPECIFIC CONSTELLATIONS FOR SPECIFIC PEOPLE

He leaves little notes like “this is the ____ constellation. It reminds me of you :) xoxo” but in a lot more detail

And I’m thinking about reactions, too, like,,,,,

More than anything, Shuichi is VERY WORRIED ABOUT PEOPLE BREAKING INTO HIS ROOM????? Like wow awesome very cool cute boyfriend thingie but UM. THE LOCKPICKING IS A CONCERN

Shuichi, to Ouma: you are a bad influence on my boyfriend. go to little gay baby jail *BONKS HIM*

Maki is very “yep, same shit AS ALWAYS.” abt it and we love that for her

Gonta gets SO EXCITED about it and contemplates if maybe he should put the bugs that everyone reminds him of into his friends’ rooms as well :) the only reason he doesn’t is because kokichi adamantly REFUSES to go along with that plan it is NOT HAPPENING IF HE HAS TO DEAL WITH BUGS NO SIRREE

Kaede thinks it’s so sweet!!!! She researches her constellation and gets all giddy about how it relates to her and gives Kaito a great big hug when she sees him the next day!!!

Korekiyo is also a member of the “how the FUCK did they get into my room” club and spends the entire next morning booby trapping said room to prevent this from EVER happening again. That said, he kinda loves it and wants so badly to discuss the significance of the heart/constellation with Kaito because he feels so happily embarrassed that Momota would go out of his way to do something so sweet :)

Ryoma never says anything about it and pretends like he didn’t notice, but in reality it was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for him and it absolutely made his day <3

Angie keeps her heart/constellation on her ceiling for as long as she possibly can, and even paints the individual stickers with cutesy little designs that she likes!!!! It makes her happy to look up at it and remember that she has a friend who loves and cares about her so much 😭

TENKO IS A “HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET INTO MY ROOM *frothing at the mouth*” KINNIE AKSJSKSJD SHE IS NOT HAPPY

Himiko casts a protection seal on it to keep it safe from harm and to bring her good vibes :) she loves it so much and even does a whole new magic routine just for Kaito the next morning when she sees him!!!

Catch Rantaro out here pretending like it’s NOT making his heart swell up with affection and love and goodie goodie feelings 😭

KIRUMI SO 🥺😭😳 ABOUT BEING INCLUDED,,,,,,,,LIKE KAITO DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT HER, HE SPECIFICALLY GAVE HER A CONSTELLATION THAT REMINDS HIM OF HER!!!!!! HE REALLY DID THAT!!! CATCH HER ABSOLUTELY BAWLING

Miu pretends not to care but she is secretly “this motherfucker was in my ROOM. WHAT DID HE SEE” she makes her typical lewd comments abt it tho :3

Tsumugi is team “you shouldn’t have come into my room without permission but thank you for the pretty heart 🥺” and she buys/makes some funky pins for his jacket in return

Catch Kiibo short circuiting because he doesn’t initially understand that it’s a friendship thing. Kokichi lies and says it’s just something people normally do, but once it’s explained properly Kiibo is absolutely FLOORED like friendship????? friendship real??????

kaito,,;,,,,,,he just lovb his fwiends,,,,,,

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merakiui · 3 years

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Okay okay okay I’ve been thinking about this for a few days now here’s my list of genshin boys most likely to least likely to become a yandere and why:

-xiao. Millennia of suffering and he meets somebody who makes the pain dissipate? Hell never let go.

-diluc. People have died in his arms, he can’t risk losing another loved one... it’s not like he doesn’t have the wealth and resources to keep his beloved by his side.

-Childe. I think he’d be the most dehumanizing yandere - he treats you almost like a child (haha) as be manipulates his way into your heart. And god knows that he gets what he wants.

-albedo is obviously in the top half of this list. We’ve talked about his yandere tendacies before so I won’t relist them but jeez get this boy some therapy.

-razor. Now this sounds surprising but after years of protecting his Lupical, do you really think he’d let somebody he loves and sees as helpless wander alone? I feel hes less captor and manipulative and more of a stalker if he becomes a yandere

-venti. Freedom is his entire world, but can he let his beloved have freedom if it endangers them? One of the most manipulative ones on this list, except he has no clue that he’s doing it.

-kaeya. Maybe you’d gotten to close to one of his secrets. Maybe you’d figured out something he wanted to die. It doesn’t matter much now, all you know is that you were tried and declared guilty by the knights of favonius and were sent into a dungeon protected by the Calvery captain himself.

-zhongli. Has the yandere desires, but refuses to give in. He’s loved and lost so many times over the years and he figures he doesn’t want to take that away from his beloved.

-chongyun. I’ve gone back and forth between him and xingqiu for this one, but I feel like these last 3 are all pretty much tied for not being a yandere. However, if he met someone who could somehow null his congenital positivity than he might move up on this list...

-Xingqiu. He has a strong sense of justice and honor, the idea of manipulating, stalking or god forbid kidnapping his S/O is appalling to him.

-Bennett. Literally just tryna vibe. Devotes as much time as he can to make sure any relationship he has is healthy.

So basically:

Everybody on this list: *frothing at the mouth, thinking of ways to keep their S/Os with them*

Bennett, Chongyun, Xingqiu and to some extent Zhongli: what the fuck

Your list... Simply amazing. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m beginning to wonder where other characters would sit on the list. Mainly Scaramouche though aha oops Anyways, please never stop sharing your thoughts!! They are so GOOD!

Xiao’s backstory and past is just perfect material to fuel his yandere desires. He’s suffered for so long and has never really experienced positive emotions, let alone love itself. The poor adeptus is always brooding on his own and here comes his darling, bright and happy and just...perfect. They’re like a glimmering star in his murky darkness and he wants to treasure them. There’s no way he’s going to let go of the feeling he gets when he’s with them, nor is he going to let them leave his side.

It makes sense that Diluc would also be at the top of that list. He’s got the making of a yandere, especially considering all of the people he’s lost in his life. Now that he’s found someone so important to him, he can’t risk losing them. It would destroy him if he found out that his darling got hurt or was even killed because he wasn’t taking enough precautions to keep them safe. He’d definitely blame himself if something like that happened.

Childe, pspspspsp!!! The power this man holds... Omg he makes for such a terrifying yandere. On the outside, he seems warm and disarming—just your normal, happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s not dangerous at all! No way. But under all of that falsified charm is someone who knows how to pull strings. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, so of course he has the means of getting you wrapped around his finger. It’s not all that hard when he’s got money, power, and strength. Plus, when he wants something he’s not going to stop until he acquires it; Childe lives for the thrill of chasing after you and it’ll be even more fun once he catches you. Someone should send me more thoughts about yan!Childe!!! orz orz

Albedo also qualifies as a neat yandere! Something about yanderes who are into science is just...fascinating to me. It’s also cool because Albedo’s rumored to be a homunculus, so that adds to the intrigue! Albedo has the resources to get what he wants as well. It won’t be all that difficult, and if it proves to be challenging he can just think of other solutions to pacify his darling. He is a researcher, after all, and a good researcher seeks to find the best solution to a problem.

Razor would be a feral yandere. He’s more action than words. He doesn’t put much thought into what he does because it feels more like an instinct to him. He’s just protecting his Lupical. There’s nothing wrong with that! So why are you acting so difficult? D:

Like you said, Venti’s not aware of his manipulation and he just does it because it works. His belief that everyone deserves freedom is probably what really holds him back. He doesn’t want you to feel caged, but that feeling is practically inevitable since he’s always hounding you. Venti is a very suffocating yandere and he doesn’t even realize it.

KAEYA! KAEYA! I love the idea of Kaeya having some sort of blackmail on you—something so bad that you absolutely can’t let the world see. And so he uses that to keep you quiet. If you did stumble upon one of his secrets, he can’t possibly have you running that pretty mouth of yours. But if you do end up spilling his secret, it’s only fair that he shares yours, right? An eye for an eye, as some would say. Kaeya’s very smooth and calculative when it comes to handling blackmail. Whenever it feels like you’re trying to one-up him and possibly escape, he’ll flirtatiously remind you of the power he holds over you. Blackmail is rather compelling, is it not?

Zhongli does have the motive to be a yandere, as you pointed out, but he’s a strange case. On one hand, it makes sense that he’d want to protect his beloved at all costs, but on the other he’d probably be aware of these unhealthy tendencies. Although he probably uses the idea of a contract to keep your relationship going, even if it’s clear you don’t want anything to do with him. But if you do, that just makes it easier on him!

NO BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME FOR CHONGYUN!!! Not the yan!Chongyun piece rotting in my drafts for a month or two now ehehee I had some thoughts about Chongyun but never bothered posting it for some reason. Anyways, I do think Chongyun has potential to be a yandere! As you mentioned, his congenital positivity can become an issue and he doesn’t want that to seriously affect his daily life. So he’s probably very pleased to find someone who can nullify that positivity. It’d be similar to Xiao’s case; Xiao likes someone who can be the light in his dark world. Chongyun falls for the person who can null his congenital positivity and is someone who he gets along with.

The only way I can see Xingqiu being a yandere is if he wants a noble, storybook romance. Okay, that sounds strange, but consider it! He’s a huge bookworm who probably doesn’t exactly experience romance aside from what he reads in his novels. Although he doesn’t dabble in the romance genre all that often, he does like the idea of being a hero and sweeping someone off of their feet. So when he meets you—another fellow bookworm or maybe the two of you are thrown into an arranged marriage—he just feels an undeniable connection. This must be some form of fate or a sixth sense. Maybe he can be the main character of his own story! You’ll just have to cooperate and you can be the valiant knight’s love interest!

Bennett’s vibes are so nice. How could he be a yandere? He’s just too sweet and pure. He’s really just here to chill and gather an adventuring team full of great friends! But if anyone has any thoughts...please share them!

That’s it. I’m writing about Scaramouche even though he’s not on the list. Please, why do I simp so much for him? Anyways, we don’t know nearly enough about Scaramouche to determine his backstory or past. But he just oozes yandere! Most of the Harbingers are probably the same, to some extent. He’s like Childe with all of the power and resources, but whereas Childe relishes in the chase Scaramouche refuses to put up with it. It’s just way too inconvenient for him. He’d rather catch you when you least expect it and then keep you for himself.

Gosh, he’s a very determined and possessive yandere with a strict agenda; this man probably cheats in order to get you. He’ll send his underlings to do the work in his place. They’ll stalk you and report back to him and it isn’t long before he learns of your friends, certain family members you’re close to, and even where you live. It’s terrifying, but this is Scaramouche we’re talking about. For someone so short, he sure knows how to intimidate and beat fear into those below him. Good luck to the poor soul who catches his eye.

I must thank you for making that list! It was lots of fun to consider their mindsets and behaviors as yandere. :D

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