#how i only get told i look androgynous if i go out of my way to dress nicely but i literally look my most androgynous (by ratio of confused

[buzz-in-your-veins]

could you write some NSFW! angel dust headcanons please?

gn!reader (or f!reader if you feel more comfortable) <33

Hi<3 eee ofc I love thisss<3

I don’t mind writing for gn!reader, I’m only more comfortable with female anatomy at the moment bc I understand it a bit more!

I hope you don’t mind I added SFW too.

Angel Dust

Headcannons about everyone’s favourite spider<3

CW: NSFW content, possessive, overstimulated, safewords, marks, oral. (all mentioned)

SFW

• Lives for cuddles, will absolutely drop everything he’s doing for quality cuddle time.

• Always touching you when outside the hotel, sometimes even in the hotel, does it to remind himself you’re still there.

• He’s like a heater, you never get cold, and if you ever are he gives you his jumper.

• Calls you every pet name under the sun, absolutely all of them, unless you’ve told him not too.

• Dresses the two of you in matching outfits every chance he gets, you like more fem styles? Done. More masc? Absolutely. Androgynous? Five by five.

•Never passes up a chance to dress you up. Dinner? Show? Date? You’re watching him preform? You’re too tired to pick an outfit? Done. He’ll dress you. Don’t worry your sweet pretty head just go sit down baby.

• His jumpers drowned you, but you always steal them, so he buys himself jumpers in smaller sizes and you jumpers in bigger sizes so you can wear each others jumpers, watching the two of you walk around one day in the worst fitting jumpers then swapping them the next is adorable.

• Loves seeing you smile, always goes out of his way to see it, pulls pranks, tells jokes, everything, doesn’t seem to realise him just being there is enough to make you smile.

• Always cooks for you, he doesn’t care of your skilled in the kitchen or not. Go see down darling I’ve got this. Burns the kitchen down trying to make you the perfect toast but cooks like a five star chef.

• Knows what it’s like to not feel confident in yourself so always goes above and beyond to help you feel confident. “Perfect” “Pretty” “Amazing” does not care if you are in public or not.

• Also loves seeing you blush, thinks it’s the most adorable thing in the entire world, will go out of his way to see it.

• Will not hesitate to beat someone up for you. You don’t even have to ask. ‘They bothering you?’ As soon as you look uncomfortable Angel locks onto whoever your with.

• Knows you love listening to him talk so he sings to you in Italian. Nursery rhymes, playground songs, hit songs, doesn’t matter, he sings any and everything for you.

• You are one of the only people Angel has ever let see his feet willingly. He feels comfortable taking of his boots and socks around you.

• Loves when you take fat nuggets for walks, sees the two of you together and melts “that’s my baby’s” absolutely gone, loves you even more.

• He is terrible with money. He is constantly wanting to spoil you and will 100% buy you stuff he can’t actually afford to see you light up. (He’s in dept to Cherri up to his waist.)

• Adores taking baths with you. After a long day will definitely run a bath with half a bottle of bubble bath, three different essential oils and two bath bombs, with then get some fruit and some drinks, grab you a book, then gets in with you and you both chill. The two of you have definitely fallen asleep in there. Charlie got him a bigger bath tub for being sober for a month. (Vaggie claims it was so the hotel wouldn’t have to hear him whining)

NSFW

• Knows what you need by how you talk and act. If you need it rough or soft, to know he loves you or know your his. Always checks with you. Can and will change his attitude and actions balls deep if he has too. You matter more than his pleasure.

• Loves tasting you, constantly says you taste like candy, not even a specific type, just candy. Says it’s because you’re so sweet, not because you’re always eating candy.

• Loves when your vocal, your moans and whines spur him on, will do anything to hear them, loves knowing he’s pleasing you.

• Loves overstimulating you, to the point your whining or begging him to stop, but unless you safeword he won’t, gets your legs shaking and voice breaking.

• Loves when you squirt, considers it an achievement, always try’s to get you to squirt, loves when you go glassy eyed when you do.

• As soon as he’s inside you that’s it, he cannot and will not stay still. He is always moving, tiny little aborted thrush, or slamming in hard and fast, he cannot stay still.

• He is a switch, he doesn’t really have a preference on top or bottom, tends to be a bratty demanding bottom, but can be sweet and soft, definitely a service top for the most part but can be a domineering top too.

• Has both sets of genatalia, often retracts his pussy though, only a few people know (Valentino definitely does not) he trusts you with it, lets you play with it, you’ve definitely had him be the one squirting.

• He adores sex with you in any way, shape, or form, but kissing you? Hearing you whine as he tugs at your lip, the moan when he grazes his tongue against yours? How breathless you get? It’s nectar to him.

• He’s possessive over you, not in a dictating what you can and can’t do why, in a “they told you to fuck off.” Will kiss you to claim you, and goes absolutely feral in private is someone else flirts with you. He trusts your completely , sometimes he just need the reminder you are his and he is yours.

• Absolutely adores being inside you. Doesn’t matter in what capacity or what part, he is enamoured with the idea of being a part of you in anyway, and loves that you trust him so much.

• If you say it’s okay Angel absolutely cannot hold back, he will go mental, absolutely loves fucking you into oblivion, and will not stop unless you safe word.

• If you so much as hint at being uncomfortable in a less that sexy way he will stop. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing or how far into it you are, he will stop completely unless you tell him it’s okay and you want him to continue.

• He is so verbal. He loves talking to you, telling you how you feel, how you make him feel, what he’s going to do, how much he loves you, he is always talking, always reassuring/praising/degrading/comforting you, never hides his moans or groans, wants you to know exactly what you do to him.

• Both of you have safe words, and either of you can use them at any point no matter what. Angel uses ‘Alastor’ to slow down, and ‘Valentino’ to stop. You use the traffic light system. If your mouths are occupied, you both tap, once is okay, twice is slow, three is stop.

• Angel spent far to long being uncomfortable during sex, so he always goes above and beyond to ensure your comfort, and if you even hint being uncomfortable, he will immediately stop, safe word or not. You do the same with him, constantly making sure he’s okay.

• Angel loves seeing you covered in his marks, loves knowing you willing walk around covered in his claim, so every single denizen of hell knows you’re taken. He goes a bit crazy with them too, but you’re no better, you get the same rush seeing Angel covered in your marks.

Feedback is always appreciated <3

Comments are my high.

They make me write faster.

I hope it meets your expectations Anon<33

~Vyrus

Please let me apologise for posting this too early T-T

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #vyrus.is.a.virus. #angel dust x reader #angel dust headcanons

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Chapter 9

FIRST DAY FESTIVAL TIME :3

TW/CW: Possessive/obsessive Coryo murderous thoughts

When the train that weaved its way through the districts arrived at D2, Sunni practically leaped off the train and hugged her friends who were waiting at the station for her. The friend group was quite large, comprising of maybe 6 people.

"Cori, Sej, come here, you guys gotta meet my friends!!" She called, waving to the boys as they gathered their own + Sunni's luggage off the train.

Getting a closer look at Sunni's friend group, Coriolanus realized that she had a very mixed group of friends; black, white, desi, indian, boys, girls, androgynous, plus sized, and skinny friends. He didn't think negatively of that fact, though; he thought it was nice to see her have a large and very close group of friends. Most girls back at the Academy just just stick 1 to 3 people, and there'd be one poc at the most.

"Guys, this is Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus!" She introduced stepping to the side, allowing everyone to shake hands. "Cori, Sej, these are my friends Nero Amadeus; he/him, Maxima Benedictus; he/she/they, Nataila Catullus; any and neos, Viktor Dellis; he/it, Vivian Diamandis; she/her, and the twins Dele, & Demitri Chaconas!"

A chorus of hellos and heys and followed Sunnis friends as the boys shook hands and introduced themselves to Sunni's friends.

"So, Sunshine, how's the Capitol?" Maxima asked as the residents of District 2 led the Plinths + Coryo to the hotel where the Academy students would be staying.

"Uh, shiny," Sunni answered. "And there's more douchebags."

"Ha, fuckin' told you Vik!" Demitri interrupted, reaching over to smack Viktor in the back of the head. He simply ducked, snickering as they instead hit Sunni.

"Hey-!!"

"Sorry, Sun, Vik ducked!"

Nataila laughed to herself as Vivian and Dele shared a look that read "they're so childish".

As the group chatted excitedly about plans for the week and caught up, learning about the Capitol as well, Coryo was glaring daggers at one of the males; Nero Amadeus.

Nero had his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he listened to the chatter, smiling as Sunni. He was happy to see her so excited and to be reunited with her friends but Coryo didn't know why and I was determined to get a straight answer out of the brunette or beat it out of him.

Cracking his knuckles and tossed his suitcase, which was actually Sejanus' that he was borrowing (read as stole), onto his bed once the group reached the hotel; all the Academy children were were on the top two floors and Sunni's group had the highest one.

"I don't trust that Amaedus guy," He huffed out to Sejanus.

"What? Nero? Why?" Sej asked, setting his backup suitcase on his bed.

"I dunno- I just get a bad feeling from him," He replied, tearing his hoodie off as he spoke.

"He seems pretty chill—besides, we just met the guy. It might just be your paranoia since this is your first time in 2," Sejanus offered, taking off his sweater and setting it on his bed.

"No, I don't think it's the paranoia. I'd know if it's the paranoia."

"Jealousy?" Coryo almost laughed. Him? Jealous? Over what? A girl that's not his yet?

"Jealousy, Sej? Really? Im not dating her, so why would i be jealous?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Friends can be jealous. Hell, I thought Sunni would've replaced me after me, dad, and ma moved to the Capitol, buy she still cares just as much after a decade," Sejanus answered, opening the curtains to check our the view.

"That's different, you're family," the blonde snapped, falling back onto his bed. The was comfy; it felt like it was made entirely out of feathers, and it felt way better than his bed at home.

"Yeah, I suppose, but we should trust them. After all, they've been around Sunni longer than either of us, and for the past 10 years, I've only seen her on visits."

Coryo scoffed and rolled his eyes, mumbling whatever. He was going to find out if Nero had a thing for Sunni and if he needed to dispose of him to make sure he didn't get a chance.

But he'd also have to make sure that no one else would find out about how Nero "went missing". He needed Sunni to completely trust him, no matter the cost.

An awkward silence filled the room, only to be disrupted by loud music entering the room. Coryo sat up, glaring at where the music was supposedly coming from; he didn't need a headache before the festival.

"The hell is that?" Sej inquired, coming out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly. Coryo shrugged, and the two left their room, to see what the noise was. Seeing a door was cracked open, they gently pushed the door open and Coryo feel his blood boil.

Nero and Sunni were dancing to some upbeat and chaotic aong, singing along with it as the others were laughing and talking about an itinerary that Sunni made at some point. When did she make an itinerary, Coryo had no idea, but he didn't care right now. All he cared about was separating his girl from some loser nobody.

"So do you guys plan on making everyone else deaf?" Sejanus shouted over the music, grabbing the others' attention.

"Sorry, Sej, this is what we do all the time!" Sunni shouted back, letting go of Nero so he could turn up his hearing aids once the music was off.

"Why?" He yelled back, walking into the room, followed by Coryo, who was glaring daggers at Nero.

"Why not? It's an homage to how we met; loud music," Sunni replied, laughing as Dele turned the music down.

"Yep: we were all at a skate park, testing our skates and boards and we started bonding over some loud music people were playing," Demitri added as Viktor kicked their ass in another round of COD.

"Dude, how do you get so good at Call of Duty?"

"Eh, having divorced parents who always argue make it easy to find time to game," He replied with a shrug.

"So divorced parents equals being a god at Call of Duty?" Nataila teased, grinning.

"I mean, in my case, yeah."

"So then what does having a dead parent equal?" Maxima inquired.

"Art skills," Sunni answered, hopping her happy little butt onto the counter.

Coryo made his way to her as the others gasped and told Sunni she was quote unquote "wrong for that" while trying not to laugh despite Sunni giving them permission to, when Sunni was laughing and laid his head on her shoulder.

She beamed at this sudden "affection," and gently scratched the top of his head.

"Hi, Cori," She whispered to him as the others, including Sejanus, started talking about things they could do for the first day of the festival.

"Hey, Sunshine," He murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

"You okay?" She asked, gently lifting his head to meet his semi-relaxed gaze.

"Just feel better around you," He lied to her. Well, he wasn't really lying, but he couldn't say he was claiming what's his. He couldn't scare her off. He wouldn't scare her off.

"Okay," She replied, smiling and letting him go back to nuzzling her. Fortunately for Coriolanus, Sunni didn't notice the hateful and murderous glare he was sending towards Nero, who was chatting absent-mindly with Maxima.

Late into the afternoon, once all the Academy students were settled, the group had set off to explore District 2 and everything that had been set up.

Games, of course, for the little kids who had rich families or the Academy kids who had younger siblings or students who wanted to relax and feel like a child again, but also dancing, music, and all sorts of different delicacies. It was so wonderful, filling, and fun that they all felt calm. Even with the occasional dead dad or divorced parents jokes, which Coryo learned were coping methods that Sunni and Viktor used to cope with the loss, everyone felt happy.

But Coryo wasn't happy. People were calling to Sunni, getting hugs and having her full attention. Sejanus, at one point, had to restrain Coryo from committing any more crimes again because a guy hugged Sunni for 2 minutes too long.

Sure, Sunni reassured him and said he was "just a friend," but Coryo had countered with "friend's don't have their hands way too low where they shouldn't be." Which eventually led to Sunni nodding but telling him he didn't need to jealous because they guy was 15 and just really tall. At that point, Coryo let it go and gave in but has held her close to him, not wanting anyone to pull her away from him. As the group walked to another restaurant to check out the place, Sejanus shot Coryo a text wearing a shit eating grin.

Sejanus: Not jealous, hm? You haven't let go of Sunni since we found out about the loud music lmfao

Seen

Coryo rolled his eyes, seeing the text. Of course, he wasn't going to let go of Sunni. People could've turned against her after she was transferred to the Capitol, for God's sake! He had to protect his girl, even from her own friends if he had to.

Then Sejanus sent Coryo another text, but it was a photo of Coryo with his arms around Sunni's waist and holding her small hands in his and he had his head on top of hers.

He smiled a little at the picture and saved it to his phone before putting his phone in his pocket.

He'd make that his lockscreen later.

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[i-rate-horse-games]

rating Star Stable Online

Star Stable Online is a MMORPG! its plot seems to get pretty wild!

upon discovering that Fish was an option in the drop down name creators, i cackled with joy. this is Rusty Fishfish and Futurefish

our goal in this world was to become Fish. one glorious leap into the ocean showed us that it would be harder than anticipated, due to having taken a ‘dangerous’ fall. luckily it doesn’t seem like horses can be injured, even though the screen flashes red if you trip while jumping. 

i joined right after the new character models became available. i think they’re pretty neat! some of the body types looked androgynous to me, but the game calls you a girl regardless. but you can still buy facial hair in the shop!

the world is a nice size! it’s scaled small enough that you feel like you’re going places even when your horse is physically moving a little slow, and the world is big enough that there’s plenty to explore while still being small enough that you see other players going about their lives pretty frequently. 

speaking of other players! shout out to @ro-sso for warning me to never open the global chat. i did! i asked how to get hay after very rapidly forgetting what i had just learned. three people told me it grew on a farm. i said Ok. when i did find the hay (in a shop) i told the chat i had been betrayed and bamboozled and they said “BAHAHAHAHAHA”. later i used the Say chat to ask for help finding a championship that was starting soon, and everyone nearby was very helpful. you win some you lose some

quests seem to be the biggest part of the game! they’re how you get player and horse exp and level up and get better stats for competing. a lot of the quests i did felt very tedious. lots of riding back and forth and delivering messages and so forth. the worst ones involved herding horses that kept splitting into smaller groups and running around a mall doing errands for a sketchy guy. my favorite quests were the ones where i got to open my backpack and drag a tool onto something, which felt like playing Nancy Drew. there was also one where we got to follow the visible smell of pumpkin pie on a trail to a little cottage, and it was nighttime so there were cricket sounds as well!

there’s so much love and soul packed into this world! there’s a pony who was elected mayor! there’s a pirate themed race that has music just similar enough to the Pirates of the Carribean music to remind you of it while also remaining distinct! there’s a riding club that “wears pink and not only on wednesdays.”! there’s a girl with a pet owl named Toby who says “Even though he blathers about it, Toby loves bugs.” there’s vague sounds of people talking in areas with lots of NPCs! there’s a kid with a hot air balloon who takes you up to the cloud kingdom! he has a pet frog who can ride on your head! there’s an emo electric violinist who was really funny! you can get a kitten for your saddlebag! the music is pretty decent!

the clothes very strongly remind me of being 12. something about the slightly awkward way the clothes fit is nostalgic. there were also lots of flower crowns for the summer solstice!

a huge point for this game is that it has its own pride festival!

there’s just something about going to a new place and seeing rainbow flags everywhere, especially after the horrors of horse isle 3. i hear this game also has canon lesbian characters! this does make it even funnier that all players are assigned Cowgirl at login

the one thing that really surprised me is that if you play without a membership, you are apparently trapped in a demo version, and the rest of the game is locked behind a paywall. this sprang up on me after i started running out of quests. the game told me to level up to unlock more main quests, but the only way to get player exp was to do quests, and i pretty much ran out. this concept is really foreign to me, since every game like this that i’ve played before, the membership made your life much easier and more posh, but free players could still get a lot out of the game. games like club penguin, pixie hollow, animal jam, etc. it’s only about $5 a month, though, with a permanent membership option for over 50 dollars. i have not purchased it, but if I ever do, i will update my rating. :)

while googling the above problem to figure out what was going on, i learned that there's no level cap and there's seasonal events that give EXP, so even if you've finished the whole game, there can still be players more powerful than you with better stats dominating the competition. that seems ! a little rough! they also said that after you beat the game, there's not much left to do. hopefully the fun part is the journey and not the destination!

all in all, though, we did it. we became Fish.

and that makes it all worth it.

i’m rating Star Stable Online 4.5 out of 5 stars!

★★★★✬

please feel free to submit horse games or ask me to reevaluate! next up is Alicia Online!

#star stable online #sso #horse game #ssoblr

[a-violent-homosexual69]

Hey hey! Can I please be shipped with a guy from The Originals?

Personality: I’m super chill until you mess with someone I care about or I feel overwhelmed. I’m a nerd when it comes to history (I’m a former history teacher), cultures and music. Although I’m not shy or have that much trouble making friends, I’m kind of a loner. To the point that I’ve moved to other countries by myself and often travel alone. I’m pretty adventurous and I’m an ENTP. I also try to stand up for what’s right and try to be understanding of those different from me. I’m pretty chill on the outside despite me having anxiety and I’m generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when it’s looked at as flirting. I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance. I’m usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. I’m pretty independent too. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take hours or days of me being alone.

Appearance: I’m a 28 year old black woman with locs that I sometimes put crystals in. I sort of have a whimsigoth style but I also can look like a rockstar. I’ve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I have a really smirky smile as well. I’m also genderfluid and can dress pretty androgynous at times. I also have tattoos and a nose ring.

Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like being in nature, roller skating and crocheting. Depending on the vibe and who I’m with I can be both a partier and a homebody.

Quirks: I’m clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth can’t keep up, I can’t hear all that well either cos of the concerts I’ve been to and loud music I listen to

Thank you!

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

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𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑!!

Elijah Mikaelson

- He’d be completely infatuated with your beauty

- He respects you more than anyone he knows or anyone he thinks he’ll ever meet

- He’s the type to let you speak first only because he finds himself only really wanting to listen to your voice and the things you say

- He never forgets anything you tell him, which could be both a blessing and a curse for you

- He’s the type to be thinking about you over the littlest of things

- He sees a pretty tree, he’s reminded of how you’d love nature

- He hears a nice song, the lyrics reminds him of you

- Niklaus and every one of his siblings would have to snap him back into the moment during conversation

- Rebekah loves you instantly which bothers Elijah because he gets to spend less time with you

- And all this is all BEFORE he gets the courage to ask you out

- Not to mention how romantic the way he asks you out is

- He got Camille to make you a painting of a spot under a tree and then told Marcel to tell you to meet him there

- You follow the path to find an evening picnic under the shade of a thick birch tree with your favorite flowers scattered along the picnic blanket

When you guys start dating:

- He becomes even more protective than he was before

- not in a creepy or toxic way. He’s a total gentleman just as you’d expect

- He’s protective in the way that if you are at a gathering or party (whether yours or his/his families)

- He knows you can hold your own, but if anyone says anything that he knows will trigger you, that red door is gonna open

(if you know what I mean)

- He’s definitely the first to say I love you. He doesn’t see a point in waiting if he knows what he feels

- He’s so gentle to you like he’s deadly terrified of hurting you

- Is down for anything you want to try with him

- like Rollerskating (even though he’d be horrible)

- He definitely loves to kiss your neck or fingers after you play a song for him on your guitar. There’s something about when you play, that awakens that mushy side of him

- He fantasizes about moving to Italy with you and starting a family

(This is what me having random motivation into my writing looks like)

AN: I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY WITH THIS, BB!!

#you #shipping request #ship #x you #fluff #headcanon #imagine #tvd #please request #I love you guys #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #the mikaelson siblings #to #the originals

[unholyplumpprincess]

I know you’ve said you write for the Predator in the past and I have been devouring Predator content recently. Imagine a bratty/sarcastic human playing a game of predator and prey with their Predator mate. I’d think they would get a small head start to run into a wooded secluded area, a chance to hide before their mate would set out after them. I can’t decide what genitalia to request for the Predator, hell being hunted down and used by both would be a dream. Size would certainly come into play since they are bigger in every way, big arms and fingers, muscles etc… Maybe a lil breeding… as a treat?

I'm absolutely gonna be fitting my predator oc into this. A quick summary of them is: Goes by they/them. Big, tall, pitch black predator with ghostly feline-like markings in white and grays. Probably about 8'2", waist long locs covered in gold beads. Hourglass shape with big tiddy and Huge biceps and v muscular all over.

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Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and ambiguous, The yautja is nonbinary and uses they/them and goes by Obsidian, Primal play, Predator/prey play, Alien genitalia

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You knew better, of course. You know that your mate, Obsidian, had no time for games like yours. At least, that's what they told you through their translator. The voice coming out of it raspy, smoky with an androgynous tone. Always threatening. You remember their clicking growl behind their tusked helm, the translator blooming with a, "Mind your tongue, little one. I shall not go lightly on you, If you wish to play your games? Then run."

And oh you wanted to. So what did you do? Waited. Waited until they were in season and wanted you most. Slipping out of their clawed grasp when they started to get handsy and ran. Running, running, running through their woods on this planet. Knowing you'd be safe from the dangers out there- but not from them.

What a delight that was to know you were being hunted.

They know your games. And as promised, they do not go lightly. They allow you a head start out of politeness, but that's all. You find yourself running, running for a cave that you can press your back flat to as your lungs and heart pound.

You play it cheeky too. Having stripped down, dropping layers of clothing as you went and leaving a trail for them. It leads them to a nearby area, knowing they're following your scent. You peer around the cave's mouth, seeing where the forest floor indents. An invisible being picking up your underwear and bringing it up high, scenting you.

They take the bait, and a vine connected pulls a quickly made contraption down. It hits the invisible being with a ball full of mud, making the barrier wobble. Just enough for you to see the helm shape snap directly to you.

Your laughter doesn't help, but you don't get very far in the cave before you're slammed to the wall with a hand carefully tucked behind your head. The invisible barrier falls, and you see Obsidian in their armor and fishnets. Their tusked helm looking down at your and their chest rising and falling in what you could only describe as horny, rage filled breaths.

"Mad about the mud, huh?" You giggle out, feeling their fingers curl into your hair and gasping as they yank your hair back. "M-maybe you shouldn't be so predictab--ah!" You cry out as they pull harder, exposing your throat in full.

"Poor baby," Their translator drawls, mocking you with a phrase you use to them as their head cocks in interest to your reactions. You whimper, your legs being kicked apart as they push their muscular thigh between yours. On cue, you grind your hips across them, shuddering. "Do you wish to run more? Play cat and mouse longer?"

Hypocrite and predictable that you are, you shake your head as best as you can with your hair still held tight in their hand. You hear the clicking snarls behind their helm, how one of their helm's tusks brushes your jaw as they lean in. Bringing your gaze to the eyes of their helm and making you look up at them.

"Predictable." They mock you once again, another cock of their head as your hips twitch on their thigh. "Now, sweet prey. Let me take what is rightfully mine."

--

You're used in that cave. Made to kneel at the altar that was their thighs as they leaned on the cave wall. Your mouth presses firmly to their cunt, the drooling slit looking familiarly human, but their clit thicker and elongated at maybe an inch or three with a spiked head. The spikes were flexible on your tongue when you lick upwards, their clit jerking and throbbing with each touch of your tongue.

You finger them like they like, translucent blue juices dripping down your wrist as they snarl and click. One of their strong legs hooking over your shoulder and dragging you nice and close, drowning you in their scent.

You get no relief. Not in that cave. No, you have to walk back with them only placated until you can make it back to the ship on wobbly legs. As Obsidian throws you down onto the bed and promises to make you stay still for a week until their heat is complete.

Not that that's much of a threat to you. But you don't complain.

#Predators #Yautja #Yatuja x reader #Predator x reader #Yautja oc #Imagines #headcanons #nsft #lemon #Obsidian #my ocs

[tornrose24]

So I recently watched a play version of Jekyll and Hyde in my town. It was good, but it had some very senstive topics and themes that I'm not going to fully cover in case it triggers anyone. Here were some interesting notes about this version of the tale:

-Everyone–even the guys–were dressed in skirts. I was told that the director wanted an androgynous look.

-Four people were playing Hyde (including two girls) but none of them were the same actor that played Jekyll. Which works if you want to keep the well known twist a secret, but not so much if you already know about it.

-Hyde has a love intrest named Elizabeth, who works at a hotel and comes from a middle/low income family (which makes for some intresting commenary since she's likely not restricted by the same standards noblewoman had to be). She genuinely loves him despite the stuff he does (even though it WAS very concerning), and he actually likes her back, even though I was convinced he'd kill her a few times.

-Also, she happens to be the older sister that Hyde is said to have attacked at the start of the story... but I think he just bumps into said sister? (Also, Hyde is played by a woman during this point. For those curious, there's only one point where he's played by a woman when with Elizabeth.)

-However, he still does some bad stuff in the play that I'm not going to discuss since that might trigger some people.

-A dark, yet amusing way to end act one–a woman talks about how she sees Hyde kill someone. She could have called for help sooner but "The bad side in me wanted to watch."

-Down below has some spoilers and sensitive topics–

-So there's a scene where a women's corpse (which is just a dummy for the sake of the play) is shown off to a class and there's some MAJOR misogyny during the examination of the body. In one of the few times he's being decent, Jekyll does call this out and corrects some things in regards to the woman's death (that I'm not going to get into because–again–some of it might trigger some readers).

-When the woman's corpse is to be dissected, apparantly Hyde snuck it out of the class.... and replaced it with a pig corpse according to the tale.

–when the reveal of the two being one and the same happens.... interestingly, it's one of the female Hydes that takes the potion and transforms into Jekyll, who, as I said before, is played by a man. Interesting interpretation there when I think about it.... like if you were going for a full on LGBTQ version of Jekyll and Hyde, that would actually be a great idea.

-Interesting thing about this play is that it's almost like how Once upon a Time tackled the story–Hyde may be really awful, but he's still able to have some standards. On the other hand, Jekyll isn't as decent as he believes himself to be–he has an obsession of maintaining a perfect image that he's willing to frame Hyde for some things he didn't do AND manages to kill someone himself.

-And actually, Jekyll is going to kill Elizabeth when she finds out the truth, but.... I think the implication was that Hyde took over long enough to kill Jekyll-and thus, himself-before that could happen.

–Then the whole thing concludes with Hyde commenting about how he dreamt that he was a gentleman respected by all, and when he woke up he was glad he wasn't that guy.

#jekyll and hyde #jekyll and hyde play #theater #possible trigger warnings #possible lgbtq themes (assuming that was the intent)

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Deep like water: Chapter 5 – Letting go of Mystra

Two years after his faux pas, Gale had found some type of normality again. He could draw from the Weave again, but it was a sorry imitation of what he once had been capable of. At least, he could conjure portals again. This helped him and Tara on their travels to hunt down magical artefacts to ease the Orb's hunger. Gale's mistake had been huge and the consequences memorable. Now, he had to put things straight again, and after succeeding, he wanted to seek out Mystra's forgiveness. Maybe, she'd have mercy.

After pulling some more all-nighters, Gale decided to travel to Baldur's Gate. The city was rife with magic, wizards, scholars, and perhaps solutions. Maybe, there, he would find someone who could help him with the ticking time bomb in his chest. Gale got excited, new hope flickered to life.

"Are you for certain you want to go without my company?" Tara asked. "You haven't been on your own in two years."

"I know, but I need to do this on my own," Gale explained to her. "I need to prove myself that I'm still capable of taking care of myself."

Tara sighed, but let him go. Gale thanked her by leaving a huge pile of Beholder jerky behind. He knew it was her favourite.

"Gale," the tressym said as he was about to leave their home. "Please, the beard. Get rid of it."

The addressed chuckled.

"I will as soon as I get back. I promise."

He walked outside – and then, everything went down the drain. Again. To his horror, Gale was kidnapped by a mind flayer ship, infected with an illithid parasite, and crammed into a holding pot. He couldn't make out much what was going on outside of his prison, but there were more pods with more people inside. Gale didn't know how long he was stuck there, but it was almost a relief when the ship crashed. The wizard whirled through the air and used up all his strength to call upon the Weave to conjure a portal. Of course, he got stuck in it. Gale was more annoyed than worried about it. After a while, someone strong took his arm and pulled him through the portal. Gale flailed and landed on his knees. He got up with a groan, dusted himself off (he's mother had raised a gentleman after all) and then looked at the short but broad, androgynous human with a tasteless hairstyle. They were accompanied by an elegant pale elf, a reserved cleric, and a sour-faced githyanki.

What an unusual cheery bunch, the wizard mused.

"Hello, I'm Gale of Waterdeep," he introduced himself then, shaking the other person's hand. "Apologies. I'm usually better that this."

"No need to apologise. Are you all right?" asked the woman (at least, they sounded like one, but Gale didn't want to assume).

"A bit shocked" he replied, trying to sound cheerful (how did one speak the right way to others again to be liked?), "but, friend, it's a a relief and pleasure to make your acquaintance. – Say, but I know you, don't I? In a matter of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well."

"Yes, I was. We all were," she told him, gesturing at her companions. "I'm Tav, by the way, and these are Astarion, Shadowheart and Lae'zel. It seems like we all survived the crash of the mind flayer's ship."

Gale hummed, nodding.

"Then, I can only assume you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region."

Tav made a face, muttering: "Couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself, but go on."

"This insertee we speak of, this parasite. Are you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation, it'll turn us into mind flayers? It's a process known as 'ceremorphosis', and let me assure you; it is to be avoided!" explained Gale. Then, he eyed Tav up and down, adding: "You don't happen to be a cleric by any chance, do you? A doctor? Surgeon? Uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?"

"I'm afraid not, I'm just a humble travelling bard," she replied. "But Shadowheart's a cleric and she said it's futile to try casting spells."

The addressed squinted at Gale, suspiciously.

"You seem to know enough about our condition to realise that it's beyond most clerics' skills."

"Most? No doubt. But I find myself hoping to be in the presence of the few. You don't happen to be one of them?" the wizard blurted out before he could stop himself from seeming rude.

Shadowheart glared at him and Gale suddenly found the thought of biting off his own tongue rather appealing.

"I don't think anyone of us can heal us from the parasites," Tav remarked.

"As we established, few enough can. It's not exactly a common affliction," Gale replied. "We most certainly need a healer – and soon too. How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?"

Tav smiled at him.

"Sounds like a plan. You're welcome to join us. Lae'zel thinks a nearby hidden githyanki crèche holds the solution to our problem, and since we're all desperate to get rid of our unwanted passengers, we'll try anything that sounds reasonable."

The wizard nodded, but it didn't escape him how Astarion eyed him judgingly, Shadowheart kept glaring at him, and Lae'zel tsked disapprovingly. But none of them said anything. Gale forced himself to sound optimistic again.

"Most excellent! A parasite shared, is a parasite half. Or, uhm, something to that effect."

He cringed about his own words and Tav bit back an amused laugh.

"Oh, but before you think you're about to embark on a journey with most ill-mannered a man; thank you for pulling me out of that stone." Gale gave a little bow to emphasise his words of gratitude. "It was an act of foresighted kindness, I assure you, and I have the feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favour."

Tav nodded at him, still smiling, and said: "Come on then, let's go."

Gale followed the group uphill. The Orb in his chest pulsated menacingly and he straightened up.

He was Gale of Waterdeep, son of Morena Dekarios, dearest friend of Tara the tressym, former pupil of Elminster Aumar, and Mystra's former lover, prodigy, and Chosen. If anyone could solve these problems, then it was him.

#baldur's gate #bg3 #fanfic #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tara #tara the tressym #astarion #astarion ancunin #lae'zel #shadowheart #tav

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day. I'm supposed to be doing homework, but I got distracted by the booping thing and now I'm here.

If you have the time, I'd like to request a romantic matchup with a Tokyo Revengers character. I'm nonbinary - they/them pronouns - and pansexual (I apologize if this creates too big of a pool for characters). I can't say that I have a type either. Whether it be someone who's soft and kind or confident and strong headed, I'm weak for them. What can I say, I love a little bit of everyone. I'm an INFP-T who is often drowning in overdue homework only to pull a few all-nighters back to back to catch up, and cry even though I put myself in that position (my sleep schedule is in shambles). My parents are protective of me because I'm the youngest of the children by a decade and not very strong. I'm an even 5'. Paired with shitty eyesight and small frame, I'm not menacing at all. It also doesn't help that I greet everyone with a smile, even when faced with snarky comments or someone I'm greatly upset with. Of course, this doesn't mean I won't get angry later and rant for a good hour or so through tears. For some reason, no matter how calm I am on the inside, I start crying when crying to express myself in serious situations. (if anyone has an idea on how to stop this, please help)

Since I'm nonbinary, I try to lean into a more androgynous look, but my mom still tries to instill a sense of "womanhood" in me (which gives me anxiety and a lot of body dysphoria). It makes me lean away from more feminine colors in clothing, which sucks because I'm a stickler for a cute pastel shirt. That being said, I try not to let that get to me by wearing whatever I want because I also strongly believe that colors and clothes don't relate to gender. I usually wear baggier tops at least because I can't buy a binder yet.

I like listening to people talk about themselves or anything that interests them, as long as they don't mind me rambling about something also. My mom has told me I'd make a really good therapist because I always help her break down her problems and get a different view on things. My sister vents to me frequently because she feels I offer a place of no judgement and she can speak freely.

A lot of my personal joy comes from seeing others happy. In a friend group, I'm often the one trying to include everyone and make people laugh, even if I'm anxious myself. Even though I can get swept up in my emotions, I always stop and think about things in a logical view (which sometimes leads to me taking action before realizing I should've thought it through). I definitely wouldn't do well in the TKR universe in terms of fighting, but I'd probably figure out some way to be helpful because I hate feeling like I'm not contributing anything. I also like to think I have a pretty good pain tolerance, so maybe I could buy time or something.

I've been told I'm very extroverted and outgoing, but I actually have a low social battery and often find myself overwhelmed in social outings with lots of people or loud noises. I almost started crying in downtown Seattle and New York City when I was on vacation (even though I was having fun). This can lead me to shutting down at times and going relatively non-verbal. Overall, I'd describe my personality as laid-back, open-minded, and not confrontational. I try to push my way through my insecurities and short-comings, but things hardly work out the way I want them to.

I like video games and sleeping in, but I'll push my own hobbies aside for people I enjoy hanging out with. I'm not too picky about food, as long as it isn't spicy (i'm a bit of a wimp). I also really enjoy sweets - cakes, pastries, cookies, candies, chocolates. I love them all. I often end up not eating because I either get distracted or I simply don't feel like it. Technically, I'm allergic to dairy and tomatoes and I can get really nauseous or itchy, but my favorite foods often have those ingredients so I act like I'm immune.

Anyways, I apologize for the long description. I hope I followed all your rules and gave you everything you need. Please take your time, I am in no rush and I know life is always busy. I hope you have a good day!

Hello. The wait it finally over. Sorry it took so long. Things got crazy. Let's just jump right into it!

You Got...

Souya Kawata!!!!

He is really good with people and very patient. If you got overwhelmed and needed time, he would be there for you anyway he can.

He would make you the best foo. Anything you want, he will make!

He is a good listener. Will listen to you for hours

Would tell you everyday that you are amazing and that he loves for you!

He would protect you. You being safe is the most important thing to him!

He would help you get anything done that you need. He would keep you on track.

He would like that you are laid back. He already has Smiley, so someone in his life who is chill would be nice.

Video game dates. He would play a mean Mario Kart. I think he would pick Yoshi!

I hope you enjoy

#first division girl #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers matchups #tokyo revengers matchup #tr matchups #tr matchup #tokyo rev matchup

[killemwithkawaii]

I hope you've been doing well and taking it easy Mitch!

Just floating through to gush a little about Sal and share something.

I just find the idea of helping your sweetheart put on some pretty and lacey lingerie, thigh high socks included, so intimate and alluring.

I couldn't help but picture buying a nice little set (baby pink that goes nicely with his hair) for Sal, and helping him put it on with tenderness.

Sliding the sock all the way to his thigh, hands molding against it as I give him cute little praises at how cute he looks.

That would make me really happy.

Yes, I have the sexual urge of a victorian man. 🤦🏻‍♀️

- 🫀💌

>I TOTALLY get you, 🫀💌 anon. Nudity is great and all, but leaving a bit to the imagination just hits different. The whole point of lingerie is to lend a little something lacy (or sheer, or silky) to accentuate the body that wears it, and to tantalize the viewer before they are given the pleasure/ privilege of removing it and enjoying what’s hidden underneath. It’s so 🥴👌👌👌💘💦(Aaand now I’m thinking about it. My goodness, I do believe I’m gettin a case a the vapors…~🥵 ) 

>I just sdlfkdsjf LOVE the idea of Sal wearing lingerie, not only because his androgynous ass would look absolutely stunning in it (and out of it), but because I think wearing something pretty can really help the wearer feel pretty too, yaknow? SAL DESERVES TO FEEL PRETTY AND BE TOLD HOW PRETTY HE IS, DAMNIT!! 👏💋💖

>Sally wears dresses in-canon, but that doesn’t mean that he necessarily wears feminine undergarments to match. He may have never worn a bra, let alone something like a whole lingerie set- it would be a really sweet bonding experience to go shopping for his first set together, and then taking the time to teach him how to wear it, too! You can show him how to connect hooks and tie bows behind his back, how to adjust the straps so that everything fits just right, how to properly put on hosiery so that it doesn’t get runs in it, figure out how to tuck all that junk into a lacy pair of panties (perhaps unsuccessfully >w>)… 🩲💕

>You know that thing where you start with a kiss on someones hand and then you keep kissing up their arm to their shoulder and then eventually get to their lips? Imagine doing that, but the path of your lips is toe to hip (or groin) while helping Sal put on some thigh-highs 😘😘😘🧦

>Once you’ve helped him master it, you might be in for some surprises later (like coming home to find him lounging around wearing it ‘just because he felt like it’, or seeing him stretch while he’s wearing his typical sweatshirt and jeans ensemble, only to catch a glimpse of a garter belt under his shirt... 👀💓) 

>Side note: pantyhose and cotton lace are sensory bliss imo and that combined with the warmth of his skin and his soft body hair? Uh YES 1000/10 would rub my face on that aaalll daaaaay 😩👌💖💖💖✨

>If he doesn’t feel like putting on the whole getup, I’d also love to see him in some simple leggings, tights, or thigh-high socks when he wears skirts or dresses with casual everyday outfits… maybe not really knowing how you ‘’’’should’’’ move or sit in said garments and not realizing he’s showing a little more than intended... 👁👄👁💦

>While we’re on this topic, i MUST link Laundry Day and the AMAZING Laundry Day Part 2 by @apartment-403 because Sal wears a lot of lingerie (including y/ns) in it and the whole thing is just amazing in general [do mind the tags, it's NSFW and yandere af] 🥴💘💦💦💦👌

#k.e.w.k. answers #🫀💌 anon #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sorry steve #lime #grapefruit #this ask has been rotting my brain the entire time I've been gone thank you qwq 💘💘💘💦 #tw voyeurism #tw unsanitary #[tagging just in case the toe kissin is too much sdlkfsda]

[bitemebones]

TikTok Teens, Carrds, and Oversharing

Be me (fashionable, transguy, 27, celebrating my 10th anniversary by going to a fucking supermarket because I'm too socially drained to go anywhere else).

Go to supermarket.

Be approached by a random stranger who really likes my gf's outfit.

Stranger is young-looking, seems androgynous and queer, and looks like they could either be a) a homestuck adult, or b) a fnaf kid.

(the second is proven to be true)

my gf is wearing a collar. It is not a 'dog' collar - it is a slightly froofy black and dark blue collar with a small bell, normal-passing enough to never raise eyebrows, but clearly either a little bit quirky or, for those in the know, a sign of our relationship to eachother. I collared her on our eighth anniversary, as a fully grown adult. She only wears it outside on special occasions, and our 10th anniversary seemed acceptable.

Stranger immediately flatters gf's collar, and in doing so breaks it to us that they are eighteen years old, and tells us about their sixteen year old boyfriend who will be staying at their house for the first time next week and getting drunk with them. They are going to give him a collar. They then tell us their long history of 'collaring' their past exes, rants about how exhausting it was asking for the collars back after breaking up, and how the collar they're giving her bf is an ex's collar that they've scribbled the name off of.

It becomes readily appareant that:

This person is too young to be approaching strangers.

This person is insanely misinformed about everything imaginable.

They live entirely on TikTok.

Complete Stranger We Cannot Escape For Many Reasons then goes on to tell us about their mental health. About their transition. About their entire fucking life. They had absolutely no sense of safety, of personal boundaries. They're autistic, they're adhd, they have did, they're a psychopath, they're,, etc etc.

They literally listed themself out to us like a fucking Carrd. We were complete strangers. We could have been predators. They told us so much stuff about their life, so many sordid details that we tried so desperately hard to navigate away from. They told us about their teenage boyfriend, about where they lived - THEY WANTED TO GO FOR DRINKS WITH US.

As a note, this is in England. 18 year olds are legally adults and can legally drink. We do not, however, enjoy being accosted by random strangers on the street. Smiling at a stranger on a street usually gets you stabbed. Especially in a Morrisons store.

You haven't known suffering until you've had to listen to an 18 year old Tiktok enjoyer explain how autism and adhd 'are the exact literal same thing' and 'they should know because they've read the whole dsm-5 back to front because oh aren't they so quirky and edgy' and 'did you know DID is actually also just autism too', and 'i have that too by the way', and then

they have the actual gonads

to think it's appropriate

to ask a random stranger

if they are also neurodivergent

(which i am)

and

MY GOD FUCKING DAMNIT I HATE TIKTOK WHY THE FUCK DO TEENS THINK THAT COLLARING SOMEONE IS A FASHIONABLE CUTE PARTNER THING WHEN IT IS LITERALLY A LONG-TERM COMMITMENT AND THAT THEY SHOULD DEFINITELY NOT BE INVOLVING A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD IN THEIR KINKS OR GETTING THEM DRUNK IN SECRET.

AND ALSO WHEN YOU DIVULGE ALL THIS TO A STRANGER WHO TURNS AROUND AND SAYS "I'M 27" YOUR RESPONSE SHOULD NOT BE TO DOUBLE DOWN, BUT INSTEAD SHOULD BE MAYBE REALIZE THAT, OH, YOU JUST DID SOMETHING VERY VERY STUPID IN DIVULGING YOUR WHOLE LIFE STORY TO THIS RANDOM PERSON YOU DIDN'T KNOW, AND LEAVE THE CONVERSATION.

I did not end the conversation when I should have. I tried, very very hard to leave the conversation. I have absolutely devestating social anxiety and this was my first time shopping in weeks. I know that the second I knew they were essentially an extremely vulnerable baby trans I should have left the situation. Believe me, my GF and I tried (we even missed our bus because this person would simply not let us go), but we were absolutely, utterly blindsided (and honestly, 'shook').

I am, unfortunately, someone who sees this sort of person and wants to help them. Wants to reach out and smack tiktok out of their hands, and maybe educate them a bit. But that's not my job. That is not at all my job. I am too mentally ill and tired and old to deal with this. But I do wish them the best. But I do want to help them. But it's exhausting. And it's not my fucking job.

I fucking hate this I hate this I never want to go back outside again in my life I hate this I hate this

#kinkblr #morrisons #yeS I'm tagging morrisons okay I'm desperate for someone to pat me on the back and say it's ok #tiktok #carrd #mental health #help me #oh god #vent #rant #adhd #autism #neurodivergence #did

[genderqueerdykes]

oh my gosh the way you draw anatomy is so splendid. i have a tummy similar to the one in your artwork and it made me so happy. you are an amazing being, thank you 🙏

hehehe!!!!!! thank you that means so much to hear, truly, and if i'm brutally honest that's why i decided to finally draw an accurate self portrait. i've been an artist since i was a kid, i started drawing as a toddler and never stopped and it's one of the talents everyone encouraged in me.

i actually lived off commissions somewhat in the past. but i realized i started feeling more and more alienated from the greater art communities i was a part of because i just wasn't seeing art that made me feel at home or like i was being represented. i felt like all the art i was seeing was to escape or create an "idealized" version of one's self. i was seeing art that was being used to cover up insecurities. i have no qualms with people who do this, because for many, their art is their shield

but for me i was tired of being held back. i was tired of having to give into the expectation that all of my characters would have to be either thin or hyper muscular, 1 fat character at best, that they would have to be majority cishet, able bodied, and so on. i just got so tired of it i went. well sometimes you have to go back to basics. and i just literally stood in front of the mirror for a rly long time and looked at my body and actually observed it and for the first time in my life i didn't hate it because i was looking at it from a realistic perspective

i see soooo many people with bodies like mine every day! and i want people who look like me to feel seen. people treat fat bodies like they are inherently ugly, and they're not! my body is beautiful, it has so many unique curves and shapes i've not seen on another person. my body is also not inherently harder to draw! that is the biggest lie anyone has ever told you- i do not have to try to achieve for some supernatural inhuman standard when i'm drawing my own body- it's a real thing i can reference and look at. it's not harder to draw a body i have a reference for

i am naturally androgynous to the point of looking like a hermaphrodite (please note that only intersex people should reclaim this term) and i think there are other people in the world who look similar to me who want to felt seen, too. i think other chubby, fat, plus size, crippled, and queer people are tired of not being represented as who we are. we don't have to pretend like our bodies look a different way. let us be who we are as we are and let our art reflect that

i think we're all a little tired of the airbrushed people we see on TV. i think art should reflect beauty, not "perfection". my body is beautiful, and so is yours. i will say it has helped me that i've had very fat positive partners in the past to the point of almost being "worshipped" (not in an uncomfortable way, in a very flattering way), and it's been healing. it's actually very good to surround yourself with people who just like fat people, like fat bodies, and are okay with them.. it's good actually lol

sorry i rambled like a mf but chubby/fat liberation is also important to me bcus we're treated like we have to get skinny or pretend like we don't exist and i say fuck! that! i've actually tried to lose weight and i've had so little food and have been so fatigued over the past 3 years of my life that i have been eating 1 meal a day at best many days. modern medicine says i should lose weight, but i never do! over the past 3 years despite decreasing my intake and changing to a vegetarian diet, i'm still 300+ lbs. and you know what, that's fine by me. it turns out human bodies have a weight they naturally try to attain and it is beyond our control. you cannot control how your body wants to be- at the end of the day it still does what it wants. we are beautiful and we deserve to take up all the space we need as we are, right now. take care of yourself!

#asks #answers #positive #feedback #weight loss mention #body image

[afterthegreatunknown]

‘Nemo’ doesn’t get paid at all for this, like a ‘Volunteer’

The first 'chapter' of my Seven Six Widdershins Family Members AU. Inspired the Six Baudelaires AU by tumblr user unfortunate-stranger-losers, in this au, the Books!Widdershins Family and Netflix!Widdershins Family are now combined together to make a family of six. This 'chapter' focus on Bad Beginning (so only the Fernalds are present), being a mixture of actual fanfic written out, as well as a summary of events.

Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire had just spoke of pleasant memories of their parents, and of their wonderful neighbor Justice Strauss, with them thinking of taking of her offer of visiting her library. Right as they placed the chocolate pudding in the refrigerator to cool down, they soon hear the booming sound of the front door being flung open. There’s no need to explain who arrived home: Count Olaf, and he just told the Baudelaires he was expecting roast beef from them.

“Does anyone know whose voice is that?” asked Fernald, making his way back to the entrance of the house, for Olaf thought to throw his coat onto him, instead of using the actual coat hanger nearby.

“Nope. It sounds rather young to be another of our boss’ associate though,” replied the smaller white-powder face women. She twirled a ringlet of her hair with her finger, and soon stared at her associate. “Penny, do you know?”

Penny quickly reapplied her white makeup via the makeup compact in her hand. She shrugged her shoulders before closing the compact shut. “No, Lucy, I don’t. Seller, do you have any idea who could that be? You’re closer to the boss than us.”

“How the fuck should I know?” The bald man narrowed his eyes, and then gave out a growl, readjusting the collar of his black robe he refused to take off. “I’m not with him 24/7! I have a life. Although…Harper was with Olaf at the bank awhile back. Harper?”

“…I think it would wise if we just go into the kitchen,” said Harper, who was near the door with the last of their associate. Harper carefully took off one of their two knitted scarves, and hung it onto the coat hanger. “I think I can hear more voices in there.”

~

“…Roast beef?” asked Klaus.

“Yes, roast beef,” replied Count Olaf. “It’s the Swedish term for beef that is roasted.”

“We didn’t make roast beef,” Violet said. While not knowing much of foreign languages, she’s certain roast beef is not Swedish in origin. “We made puttanesca sauce.”

“What.” Count Olaf blinked his eyes. “No roast beef?”

“You didn’t tell us you wanted roast beef,” Klaus said.

Count Olaf slide his way to the children, looking even taller than he was. His eyes grew even brighter, and his one eyebrow raised in anger. “In agreeing to adopt you, I have become your father. And as your father, I am not someone to be trifled with. I demand that you serve roast beef to myself and my guests.”

“But we don’t have any!” Violet cried. “We made puttanesca sauce!”

“No! No! No!” Sunny shouted suddenly.

Count Olaf looked down at Sunny, and soon, quickly outreached his scraggly hand towards her, clearly with the intent to harm. But before he could do so—

“Olaf? Olaf!” Unknown voices soon filled the room. “What’s going on, Olaf?”

Count Olaf paused, his grimy fingers barely an inch away from Sunny. Not long afterwards, the members of his theater troupe walked into the kitchen, eventually crowding the room. The children saw a bald man wearing a long black robe, peering at them as if he was a bird. There were two women —one tall, one small— with bright white powder all over their faces, making them appearing like ghosts.

Right behind them was a scarf-wearing person that’s taller than the tall powder-face woman, looking rather androgynous to where they have an indetermined gender. Behind that person was another bald man, but instead of wearing a black robe, he was wearing a black leather jacket. What made the man stand out though to the children, was that he has two prosthetic hooks where his hands should be.

“What in the world are you about to do, Olaf?” asked the hook-handed man.

“I was only about to disciple these orphans, Nemo,” replied Count Olaf. “I asked them to make dinner, and all they have made is some disgusting sauce and noodles.”

The hook-handed man nodded his head, and stared at the pots on the stove. “It smells nice, despite it being disgusting. Who knows? Maybe it will actually taste good. That being said, you can’t go easy on children. They must be taught to obey their elders.”

The bald man continued to peer from a distance, with his resemblance of a bird being all the more noticeable. “I supposed these are the rich orphan children you were telling me about earlier.”

“Yes, they are. They’re so awful I can’t believe I would even want to touch one of them.” Count Olaf gave a shudder, and rubbed his hands onto his pants, as if he had picked up Sunny in the first place. “Well, enough talk. I supposed we’ll eat their dinner. Follow me to the dining room! I’ll pour us some wine! Perhaps when they serve us, we’ll be too drunk to care or remember what we wanted in the first place.”

Count Olaf soon walked out to the kitchen and into the dinner room, with the hook-handed man, Nemo, soon following after in a complete silence. The two white-powdered face women then began walking after him, giving the children odd stares.

“You don’t look rich,” said the small white-powder face woman.

“Did you three got your clothes from a church dumpster?” asked the tall white-powdered face woman. “Because they’re ugly.”

The person that’s of an indetermined gender gave a stare at the children as they walked by. They looked rather bored out of their mind, and in an equally bored tone said, “I don’t care what you made for dinner. I want it to be edible.”

As the person of indetermined gender strolled away, the children soon saw there was one more troupe member. He was tall, lanky young man —younger than the small white-powder face woman— with lankier arms. The standout feature of him though, was his odd stiff hands. Something about his hands was unnatural. The uncanny valley.

The man with the odd hands began walking after the others, before suddenly stopping. He turned to the Baudelaires, and gave them a smile, but not fitting of the uncanny valley. The man placed one of his odd hands underneath his arm, and wiggled his hand to suddenly reveal a sharp hook less fitting for prosthetic use, pirate aesthetics.

“It’s sharper than my associate,” said the man, before walking away, struggling to put his hook back into his fake hand, muttering to himself in angry gibberish.

As the man struggled with his hook in the distance, the Baudelaires —Violet in particular— felt an aura nearby. She turned around, and found the bald man standing before her. They all had forgotten the man hadn’t left with everyone else. The bald man stared Violet in the eye, before suddenly grabbing her face with one of his rough hands. Violet wanted to pull away, but she found herself unable to move.

“You’re a pretty one,” said the bald man quietly. “If I were you, I would try to not anger Count Olaf, or he might wreck that pretty little face of yours.” As he soon let’s go of Violet’s face, he then gave out a deep-tone laugh as he finally walked away.

Violet found herself shuddering and breathing heavily, finding little comfort on the other hook-handed man’s words of disgust from afar: “Dude. That is a fourteen-year-old girl.”

With Sunny crying over what almost happened, Klaus found that his eyes were also in tears. He picked up his baby sister, and slowly approached Violet, who while not in tears, was trembling with fear and revulsion from the bald man’s interaction with her.

“This is terrible,” said Klaus in a crack voice. “Violet, what can we do?”

Violet didn’t say anything at first. All she did was blink, still processing the event earlier. Soon though, she gave her brother an answer. “I don’t know. I’m afraid.”

“…Me too,” said Klaus back, holding Sunny closer to him.

Sunny continued to wail for some time, before giving her own response. “Hux!”

“Come on, children!” shouted Count Olaf, who sounded very drunk already. “Let’s have some dinner!” Soon the pounding of empty plates on the table rang out.

“We’d better serve the puttanesca,” Violet said quietly, and then made her way to the bubbling pot that was once cozy and warm. “Who knows what Count Olaf will do to us.”

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Verne found himself enjoying his plate of noodles with puttanesca sauce, as well as the delicious chocolate pudding. Nearly everyone had their share of it, except for Olaf, who spent most of his time drinking wine, nearly hogging it all if it wasn’t for Lucy. The eating and drinking and laughing went on until Olaf decided it’s time to finally take their leave.

“Because you haven’t cleaned up yet,” said Olaf, turning his attention away from everyone else to the Baudelaires, “you’re excused from attending tonight’s performance. But after cleaning up, you have to go straight to your beds.”

Verne ended up watching the Baudelaires Orphans. Violet stood their quietly, keeping her right hand in a tight fist. Sunny was sitting near her in silence, looking seconds away from crying. Klaus, who had been staring at the floor the whole time, finally looked up. With flared nostrils, he gave a glare.

“You mean our bed!” shouted Klaus. “You only provided us with one bed!”

Klaus’ outburst had everyone stop what they were doing. Harper and Penny were no longer side chatting. Seller, Fernald, and Lucy stopped taking the final few sips of their wine. Everyone went quiet in their seats. Everyone —including Verne himself — went back and forth between glancing at Klaus and Olaf.

Olaf raised his one eyebrow, and peered down at the boy. “If you would like another bed for yourselves, tomorrow you may go into town and purchase it.”

“You know perfectly well we haven’t any money,” replied Klaus.

“Of course you do!” Olaf spoke much louder, and then gave a laugh. “You and your sisters are the inheritors of an enormous fortune that your parents left behind!”

“And it can’t be used until Violet is of age,” Klaus said. “If you don’t believe it, you can look it up yourself. It’s the law.”

Olaf said nothing. The only reaction shown was his face turning red. Then, in one sudden movement, he bends down and grabbed Sunny, who this whole time was quiet from fear of their previous interaction in the kitchen.

“Sunny!” shouted Klaus.

“Put her down, you beast!” yelled Violet.

But he didn’t. Olaf kept her up in the air, moving her across the table in front of him. The sight of the baby in danger had Verne gasping, as well as Lucy. Verne outreached his hook-handed hands out first, and he saw Lucy following suit. As they continued to follow Olaf’s wavering movements, Verne hears the laughing of Seller, as well as the mutterings going on between Fernald, Penny, and Harper.

Olaf chuckles as he faked losing control of Sunny, and finally settled her down onto the table between several half-eaten noodles. Verne heard Violet sighing in suddenly relief, and he saw her pushing herself between him and Fernald to get her sister.

Violet placed her hand on the back of Sunny’s head, and kept her very close to her chest. The sight of Violet holding Sunny had Verne remembering his own teenager years with his sister. Verne however, didn’t thought of the past for much longer.

Olaf again made another sudden movement. This time, he had his hand open, and struck Klaus across the face onto his left cheek. The boy gave a grunt as he fell to the floor, with his glasses leaping from his face and skittered into a nearby corner.

“We’re leaving for rehearsals,” said Olaf. He briefly adjusted the buttons on his jacket, and then walked out of the room without looking back.

And everyone stood up to followed after Olaf. Seller gave a roaring laugh and round of applaud, while Lucy, Penny, and Harper gave solemn looks at one another. Fernald mutters again as he left, while Verne found it very hard to not look back at the sight of the children, not doubt comforting each other, lamenting over their terrible situation.

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Verne was the last to arrive to the car. Everyone was in their seats, or in Fernald’s case, inside the trunk of the car. Olaf stood beside the front passenger door, and slammed his hand on the car hood.

“Took you long enough, Nemo!” shouted Olaf. “We haven’t got all night!”

“Don’t take your anger out on me! The bookworm had a point,” said Verne.

“I unfortunately agree,” said Seller, sticking his head out the window. “But if I know you, Olaf, you’ll figure out a way to the get that Baudelaire money.”

“We’ll see, Seller,” replied Olaf. “We’ll see.”

When the Baudelaires need to figure Olaf’s plan regarding The Marvelous Marriage, it’s Fernald who gets them from Justice Strauss’ house. Fernald doesn’t get much into Klaus’ face due to the slap of the previous night, but still threatens him with his hooks.

When Violet climbs the Tower to rescue Sunny and getting caught, it’s Verne who’s there. He was playing a game of Memory when Violet made the attempt the throw the grappling hook to the top of the tower. Yes, that means he was present in the failures; he was wondering if Violet will actually make it up the Tower before informing Olaf.

Verne, upon seeing Violet: “What a lovely surprise! It’s pleasant that you could join us. I was just thinking how nice it would be to have a little bit more company around here.”

Verne soon leaves the Tower in order to get Klaus. When Verne returns with Klaus, he takes the boy’s measurements before leaving to help with the final preparations for the performance. Verne and Olaf appeared again hours later with walkie-talkie in their coat pocket, with Olaf explaining that Verne (Nemo, for that is what Olaf calls him) will be the one to stay with Sunny.

Violet and Klaus are taken to the theater, hanging out backstage for Act One. They hear Fernald onstage with Penny, Lucy, and Olaf, while they see Harper and Seller backstage; Harper is arranging flower vases surprisingly made out of cardboard and pulling the ropes, while Seller adjusts the lights fixture. In Act Two, Fernald is on stage alone, and for whatever reason, turns from acting like a soldier to a pirate (the costume change doesn’t help). The two siblings find themselves suppressing giggles, for Fernald keeps on saying ‘Aye!’ between his sentences, as well noticing he’s going from tangent to tangent. They stopped upon seeing Olaf —ready for Act Three— totally freaking out.

Olaf, freaking out: “I can’t believe he’s doing that bit! No one wants a pirate! Am I the only one who’s still a professional!?”

Violet and Klaus are soon changed into their costumes by Penny and Lucy, and after changing, they see Fernald getting dragged by the ear by Olaf, before getting shoved. As Olaf left to go back on stage with Penny and Lucy, Fernald stared at Violet and Klaus, and he snickered mainly at Klaus due to his silly looking costume, before leaving.

With the performance still going on, Verne continues to keep an eye on Sunny. This time, he plays a game of Solitaire. Sunny speaks to herself in her baby-language, wondering what he’s playing. When Verne answered her, Sunny is shock. Sunny decides to ask what sort of name is ‘Nemo’, and Verne explains it’s an alias. Verne changes the subject by asking Sunny if she would like to play poker.

Sunny says yes, and Sunny proves herself to be a fast learner and a very well-play poker player. She got so well at playing poker, Sunny wins her freedom and is out of the cage. Fernald at this point arrives, laughing his ass off Sunny won poker. What Fernald doesn’t laugh at, is that Sunny’s freedom means Verne is bringing her to the wedding. The two men get into an argument (Fernald’s name not being said, for reasons) which ended with Verne accidentally sending Fernald out the window, dangling from the cage.

Verne, apologetic: “Sorry, but this is your own doing.”

Verne and Sunny soon head off to the theater, arriving just after Violet told everyone she signed the marriage certificate with her left hand, and not her right hand. With the Baudelaires exposing Olaf as a terrible guardian and he’s seconds away getting arrested/getting beaten up by the audience, Seller jumps into action by turning off the lights, allowing Olaf and everyone in the acting troupe to escape in the tunnels:

Olaf: *does a head count of everyone* “Nemo, where’s the hell your brother?”

Verne: “One, he’s not my brother, and you know that. Two. He decided to…hang around the Tower. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine, provided the police doesn’t find him first.”

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