#its just a lil bit but better be safe than sorry!

[ingapotejtoo]

new creetchur in town? sign me the hell up

DDVAU by @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi

#ddvau #desertduo vigilante au #ddvau fanart #mother spore #the queen is here amen amen #grian fanart #yngy art #tw blood #its just a lil bit but better be safe than sorry!

[punkcherries]

playing with my hammerhead shark idea from the other day for fun and for practice :3

#scribs #flashing / #<-? kinda? the gif goes a lil fast so better safe than sorry me thinks #i shoulda paid a bit more attention to the legs but wahh its just for silly......

[dognonsense]

help tiktok kids want to try come at you with a seam ripper at shows for wearing an anti swastika patch.

[video description: begins with a tiktok of a young person holding a seam ripper. video transcription: why would i need to bring a seam ripper to a concert? So that if you see someone with a crossed out swastika on their jacket, you can rip it off. video description: Then a stitch video of a new speaker who is using a filter that makes them look like a face on a lemon. Video transcription: TikTok is the only place that I've seen anyone saying that they don't want Anti-Swas on the scene. I have only seen this on TikTok. The majority of the people I see sharing the sentiment are young, or, they are people who are clearly not in the punk scene. Sorry! Gonna have to call you out a little bit, but you know what? Calling people out? Especially posers? Is a time-honored tradition in our community, so, get used to it!

Anti-Swas is not as commonly misunderstood to be something that came into the scene to show Jewish punks that they're safe. It came into the scene to show white "mm" (representing redaction of supremacist) and Neo-"mm" (Nazis) that they are not safe in that crowd, in that group, in that event. That is why it's worn. And the people who wear that symbology, in my scene, historically, they wear it because they are about that. Meaning that they are going to enforce. That those individuals are not welcome.

I am a punk of Jewish heritage, I wear the symbols. The Anti-Swas. I have a shirt with a huge one on the front, I love wearing it. Patches, buttons, I love it. It makes me feel proud and happy. So let me tell you if you come at me and you rip a patch off of me, or a button off of me, with that symbology I am immediately going to assume that you are a white "mm" or a Neo-"mm" and I'm gonna hand your butt to you. Very quickly. And as hard as possible. I am going to focus all of my rage on that entire subgroup onto your face. So im gonna have to break it to you to break it to you! And also if you do it with a seam ripper which is like, the fuck? A seam ripper? Don't come to a scene with a seam ripper, that is so bizarre, you can't even rip a patch off with your bare hands? And you bring a seam ripper- (laughing). But anyways, when I realize it's a seam ripper and not a small weapon, I'm going to mock you mercilessly as I beat you.

White "mm" and Neo-"mm" would like nothing more than for us to get rid of that symbology. 'Cause then they blend in better. And then they can say that they're welcome. Or they can argue that. And we don't like leaving room for them to argue. Not in my scene. Also, getting rid of the Anti-Swas symbology is a little ableist, don't you think? A lot of white "mm" and Neo-"mm" can't read. End video transcription]

i understand why people dont agree or feel comfortable with anti swastika patches, but i want to allow this jewish person to say their opinion on the matter. They personally like it and think its effective at keeping nazi fucks out of the scene and are very proud to wear it out

just the mental image of a small lil tiktok kid approaching a guy in the pit like uwu lemme seam rip off ur patch for u

#this is just too funny #like i understand the politics BUT A SEAM RIPPER #punk #diy #patches #diy patches #crust punk #got it captioned at peoples accessibility discord #abelism #classism

[rookiesbookies]

Hii I hope this doesnt bother you but afab reader who just got married with simon and after their marriage ceremony (im sorry I've never gotten married) he's just ready to make love with them because reader wanted to wait to have mattress mambo with anyone (only being simon)

Its ok my lovely lil anon, i’ve never been married either. But with a lil bit of research (asking my mom) I believe I am decently enough equipt to write this ask! I do what to apologize because Ghost/Simon is one of the harder ones for me to write so I hope I did him justice!

Smut is implied because this was taking longer for me to write than I liked, so sorry there isn’t a full scene. I wanted to publish this sooner rather than later.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the small gathering, the wedding reached its climax. Simon stood at the altar, fidgeting with the edges of his tux, trying to maintain the facade he had carefully constructed for years. It was definitely more difficult with his face free to the air. The team, gathered around him, looked on with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. They knew Simon's reasons for wearing the mask, just as they knew the effort it took for him to even consider taking it off.

It was Soap's wedding that had started it all. Simon had arrived at the ceremony, resolute in his decision to keep his mask on, no matter what. But the others had other plans. When Simon wasn't looking, Soap had swiftly plucked the mask from his face, much to Simon's dismay. The rest of the day had been a blur of laughter and camaraderie, and Simon had begrudgingly admitted that it hadn't been as terrible as he had imagined.

Now, at his own wedding, Simon found himself in a similar predicament. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t put the mask on. As Simon's teammate and Commanding Officer, Price knew Simon better than anyone else, he was who Simon gave the mask to. Today he wasn’t Ghost. This wasn’t a mission, he wasn’t saving the world.

He understood the significance of this moment, not just for Simon but for the entire team. Their resident scary dog was getting hitched. Simon was going to be happy again.

For the first time in years, Simon stood before his friends and loved ones, unmasked and unafraid. He had actually willingly handed off the mask to Price

And as he exchanged vows with his partner, he knew that this moment would forever be etched in his memory as the day he finally let go of the mask he had worn for so long.

The wedding night was as expected, Simon was more jittery than he had ever been.

She had been holding off and Simon expected it. They had kissed before, made out, but they never took it much further and he respected it. He wore blue balls with pride.

“If you decide to back out we don’t have to do anything tonight,” Simon said, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“No, I want this. I have wanted this, Simon,” she brought her hands up to his face, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks.

He took one of her hands and pulled her in close. He just stood there and held her.

“I worry you’ll regret it.”

“Marriage or having sex with you?”

“Both.”

“I could never.” She brought her hands to his face, “I love you how the Sun loves the Moon, let me shine my light on you and show you just how much I could never regret anything with you.”

“Are you ready than?” He asked, turning away to unbutton his shirt, “because once I get ahold of you I won’t let go.”

“Simon. We’re legally married. I’m considering burning the receipt so you don’t try to return ME.” She giggled as he turned to pull her back into his body. Leaning over her to undo the corset of her dress before helping lift it over her head to get her out. He hung it on a hanger in the hotel room.

“Never.” Was all he said before he planted kisses down her body, her hands found there way back to his face.

“You got one more time to back out before I’m giving you a safe word.”

“I don’t think I’ll use it.”

“Pineapples.”

“Pineapples? Pineapples.”

That was the conversation before Simon absolutely tackled his now wife onto the hotel bed.

I pity those in the room under theirs.

#cod x reader #call of duty #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader

[cheralith]

so tonight that i might see | hobie brown

synopsis: you can't sleep and hobie has just the trick to help you do so.

word count: 1.0k

a/n: mentioned song is based on into dust - mazzy star :)

hobie brown, despite his rowdiness and love for noise, often plays the gentlest of songs during the stars' awakening hours.

he's obviously infamously called spider-punk for a good reason, there's no doubt about that. there's something just so thrilling about drilling out the most intense of power chords amidst gritty and taunting vocals that he savors himself in—but there's also that sweet and honeyed balance of slower songs that will slow his nerves down better than any sedative.

often people think that his acoustic guitar has a hefty layer of dust after not being touched for so long, but what they don't know is that his acoustic is kept tucked away in the shadows all safe and sound. it's his first guitar after all, why would he throw away such a valuable thing like that? but because of its importance to him, hobie is always mindful of who gets to see it because despite the jokes about it being his kryptonite, it might as well be considering its value.

which is why you can't help but feel a blossom of pride embed itself in your chest whenever hobie grants you the silent permission of seeing his acoustic—his only acoustic, at that. you just say the word to him, and he's never one to back down from your song requests because he adores you and would do anything to keep you content (he'll never tell you that, though. hobie brown is not one such foolishness like love confessions.)

you're spending the night in his canal boat per usual, feeling the water gently rock you back and forth like a cradle. it has to be what? around 1am at this point? he lays quietly next to you all sound asleep with occasional snores in the small-ish twin mattress, his body warmth heating the left side of your body while your right succumbs to the soft chill of the night. it's a strange unevenness.

another layer of guilt washes over you when you turn over again to get comfortable before you huff out of frustration at your eyelids' refusal to grow heavy like the rest of your body. unfortunately, it's loud enough to wake your companion resting beside you, and you murmur out an apology when hobie props himself awake as he rubs his eyes.

"you alright, love?" he asks groggily.

you nod despite your certain circumstances. "yeah, yeah... don't mind me. did i wake you? i'm sorry."

"'s alright," hobie mutters, his neck crackling like fireworks as he stretches his muscles. "guessin' ya can't sleep."

a melancholic sigh whispers itself from your lips when you nod almost bashfully. "i don't know why, though. you'd think after today's events, i'd be absolutely drained."

"mmh, could also just be one of those nights, ye?" hobie says with a tired brow.

"you should go back to sleep," you reply soft, your hand going to tuck a bit of the shared blanket over some of his lower bare torso again; he insists on sleeping shirtless—"the heat at night gets a lil dodgy, y'know?"

hobie shakes his head, "can't really sleep if you can't."

crickets chirp softly from the distance with the murmur of the lake just breezing by. what a perfect ambience to dream to, you think, but alas, the sandman has chosen to spare his sand against you tonight. you tuck your knees to your chest and rest your chin between them, obviously exhausted—yet not tired.

"want me to play you that song y've fond of?" hobie suggests. he doesn't even wait for you to answer or elaborate further because he's already out of the shared bed and walking towards his closet to pluck out the fabric casing of his acoustic guitar. it's such a grand contrast to his many collections of its electric counterparts as it lacked the mayhem and destructions some of them had.

its somehow still in pristine condition; its body still amber and sleek with the fingerboards solid and sturdy. hobie settles back down on the side of the bed again with the guitar tucked safely on his lap and you blearily watch him tune it correctly.

"lay back down, darling," he instructs to you, his words not even doing much work before you fall into his command so steadily. his fingers go to softly strum a few chords at first before he asks you, "was that the one?"

"mmh hm," shaking your head you hum out a quiet and familiar tune, one that hobie was testing out a few weeks ago as a prototype that managed to catch your ear. "it was the one that was like... do duh do duh... do duh do duh..." your finger wags in the air up and down, up and down, mimicking the melody of the song.

despite your lyrical nonsense, hobie understands which song you're talking about right away. his plucking goes to match your absurd singing before he turns to you for affirmation.

"yeah, that one," you mutter and tuck yourself under the sheets again to let the song hopefully lull you to slumber.

hobie's usual singing is rather rough and a little jagged, giving his own flair to the traditional punk rock style of singing while still keeping its homage, but he's chosen to hum a wordless harmony rather than sing anything at all. it's a nice blend, you think as your eyelids grow heavier, his voice almost mirroring a cello of sorts.

the guitar riff is repeated ten times over, yet something about it seems to finally let your muscles relax for once. hobie finishes the song with a strayed sort of melodic rhythm; one that seals the knot of the song to indicate its finale. when he looks back, his fingers still a little stinged from the metal strings, the quiet pain of them is subsided when he sees your dozing face cuddled into the pillow.

too unbothered to set his guitar aside properly, hobie settles it on the ground before settling himself back into bed. this time, he oh so carefully tucks an arm under your neck while the other slings to your back to cradle you into him tenderly. to seal the night off, there's the whisper of a kiss given to your forehead by him, the gesture making you unconsciously grin in your sleep.

and suddenly—there's a balance of warmth everywhere on your body, the cold of the night forgotten with good riddance.

#we are going to ignore the fact that mazzy star is from the nineties while hobie is from the seventies btw much love :3 #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown oneshot #atsv fic #hobie fluff #miles morales #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara

[beefrobeefcal]

toxicanonymity aka Toxy

@toxicanonymity has been here right form the get go. Every time I posted anything that seemed remotely self deprecating, they were in my inbox, waggling their finger and hollering encouragement and praise my way. You wouldn't know it by their presence in your blog, but they're a big deal around here with their scrumptious takes on Joel - each iteration is its own treat (you can safely assume each fic is Joel or Joel related on this list). Picking ONLY 5 of Toxy's work is down right hard and unfair and I am sorry I can't pick them all because of these stupid rules I made.

It's with their support that I'm continually writing and moving forward, and it with their friendship that I feel like I belong.

Thank you, Toxy!

My-hat-is-off-won't-you-stand-up-&-take-a-bow regards,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Here's my Top 5 of @toxicanonymity 's work:

Slasher Joel series - Joel Miller

I was never really into the slasher genre... until this. I cannot get enough. I love it. The unhinged Joel, his batshit mom, the endless scenarios this could go... it's hot and leaves me wanting SO. MUCH. MORE.

Leopard Print - Joel & Tommy Miller

UNF. This was hotter than I could have imagined and sent me on a downward spiral into a pit of goo. Do yourself a favour and read it.

Raider Joel series - Joel Miller

What is there to say about this series? Toxy and Raider Joel go hand in hand in my mind and aren't we all the better for it? This is peak gruff Joel right here, and leaves me feeling like a smol bean [spoiler: I am not a smol bean] needing to be manhandled and thrown around a bit.

Left in Lincoln - Joel Miller

I'm sorry to say that I slept on this one for too long. It was at the behest of a few moots that I finally read it and dag nabbit... I shouldn't have waited! It's so good! In terms of writing and craft, this is my favourite of Toxy's.

Night Walks series - Joel Miller

Now speaking of favourites, this is it for me. Yes, LiL is a literary champ, but this... fuck me sideways and call me Shirley. I don't know of it's because i love a sleazy man who gets high (hello youth!) or if it's the way I see myself is Reader's lame attempts to keep him at bay, but this is my ride or die of the ToxicJoel's.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Vampire Joel

Just the Tip

Stuffing

Stepdad

Thigh's Out

#friend of beefro fic rec #toxicanonymity #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal tummy #pedro pascal fanfiction #rec a fic festival 2023 #beefro is blessed #🥩

[percsane]

— don’t give my shit away ☆

pairing: letitia wright x blk afab reader

content: protective!letitia , fluff , suggestive , mentions of the kehlani and letitia video , mentions of dominque thorne

summary: letitia has to talk to you after seeing you all over her tiktok feed.

kendall's note: woo lord yall, im getting closer n closer to writing smut. IM SORRY IM TOO PUSSY FOR ALLAT LMFAO but i will fr if yall want me to ! also inspired by been away by brent faiyaz (my man) ALSO IK TISH WOULDN'T FR TALK LIKE THIS BUT ITS NICE TO IMAGINE

(♡) or rb! :)

it's been a while since you and letitia last talked, not because of anything real serious, you were both just.. very busy. and by that, i mean you saw that video of kehlani throwing her ass all up on letitia, and that shit aint sit right with you. you and letitia weren't public yet, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy because of it. you didn't like that tish was all over someone who wasn't you. so, you took matters into your own hands... literally.

tish decided to download tiktok and make an account after seeing all the publicity and love she was getting after the new black panther movie, she was incredibly flattered, and the comments on videos were funny to her.

tiktok got a lot less funny when all she saw on her page were people talking about a video of (y/n) and dominque. tish started to look into that alleged 'video' and felt her blood ran cold. it was a video of you and dominique dancing all over each other, her hands all over you. and for some reason, it drove tish insane.

she wouldn't say shes a very jealous person, but she became different when it came to you. she didnt want anyone to have you the way she had you.

she was going crazy. she felt sick to her stomach thinking about you all over a woman. in less than a second her keys were in her hand and she was on her way to your house.

you had just gotten out of the shower, drying your curls as you were dressed in a cropped tee and sweat pants, you heard aggressive knocks at your door.

you checked the time, it was only a little after 8... who the fuck would be knocking on your door like that this early..?

you opened the door, ready to cuss the fuck outta who was on the other side of that door, opening it to see tish.

it was a nice sight to see, though she was in sweats in a random black tee, she was still so sexy to you, no matter what.

she moves her way inside before even saying a word to you, you could tell something was up.

"hey what's up witchu?" you ask, closing the door and walking up to her?

"why are you all over another woman? huh? we dont talk for a few days and you givin someone else yo attention?" she spits, she says it as if shes wanted to get that out.

you look her up and down before muttering

"are you serious?"

she looks confused at your response, as if she hasn't done anything. not giving her a chance to speak, you put your finger up.

"so you can be all up on kehlani, but i dance with dominique and you got issues? it wasn't no issue was kehlani was rubbing ha ass all over you." you raise your voice a little, getting very clearly heated as you've been holding that down for a while.

tish is silent, she smirks as she looks at you, walking up to you a lil bit.

she puts her hands on your waist and looks at you dead in your eyes. "you was upset about that? i'm sorry mami, you know me and kehlani just friends, i would never let that come between us." she sighs, getting serious for a second.

you know you should probably be upset, but when you look at her it's like it all goes away, shes your safe space.

you grab her forearms and rub them, smiling at her. "yeah i know.. im sorry for doing the most about it, i know you wouldn't do nothing like that to me." you shrug.

she removes a hand from your waist to tilt your chin up to look at you in your eyes.

"i forgive you ma, but you better not ever give my shit away like that."

#protective letitia #letitia x reader #letitia wright #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #x black fem reader #shuri black panther

[scarletwix]

here is lil a jasico idea i thought was funny thats been bouncin round my skull, it is yours if u are so inclined

a superhero au wherein jason is besties with nico and has a crush on him... and jason has lightning powers and a vigilante superhero persona. nico is a fanboy about jason's hero alter ego, and somehow jasons support as a hero (fellow heroes, the people in his earpiece back at his hq) fall so that literally everyone else in their friend group know that the alter ego is jason, realise that jason has a crush on nico, and encourage nicos fanboying to tease jason

jason tries to approach nico as his hero self in one of those typical 'the person i like is in danger, i will save them and also chat em up a bit', but plot twist, between nerves about his crush, panic from nico just being in danger and trying not to reveal anything, he just absolutely fumbles the interaction to the point where nico loses all interest in the hero. jason thinks if he cant even manage anything when nico literally totally admires him he basically has no chance. meanwhile, something jason said during his awkward flop moment caused nico for whatever reason to be like 'hmm mayhaps my feelings for my bestie go a little deeper than i thought? i shall have to investigate further'

sorry if thats like, too much, like i said its been BOUNCIN around in there for a whike

ANON PLS COME BACK now this is bouncin in MY head. I haven't stopped thinking about it since you sent it in. It only took so long because there were so many ways to take it. I want to write more for this au, this is so fun. Anyway... hero infrastructure abounds here because I have been thinking abt HENCH again.

Never meet your heroes, Nico reminded himself, staring at the paused video on his computer screen. In the still image, Tonitro looked as put-together and gorgeous as always. His wheat-blond hair was rakishly askew.

Probably in a breeze of his own making, Nico thought sourly. He clicked away from the photo, having gotten everything he needed for his report. Jason would be here any minute, and Nico wanted to clear his mind of the encounter with Tonitro before he got there.

Nico hated to admit it, but he'd really let himself down. He had built up an image in his mind based on Tonitro's public persona, and he had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. It was the same thing that he was always warning his fellow students against doing with vigilantes, and here he was, having done the same thing with Tonitro. And why? Just because he was a fully licensed hero? Nico shook his head. The licensing procedure needed an overhaul anyway, how he could have forgotten that in the midst of his hero worship was beyond him.

He saved his paper and shut the lid of his laptop with an irritated flick of his fingers. Beside it, his phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Jason: going to be a few minutes late, sorry. Villain traffic on 101.

Nico blinked, surprised. He swiped for his notifications, in case he'd missed something while he'd been thinking about (read: stewing over) Tonitro.

He hadn't. Which meant that Jason was there before even the media managed to be. Nico tapped out a quick message, crossing his fingers that Jason would see it before he had to duck for cover.

Nico: see if you can get me any usable pictures before the hounds get there

He didn't try and remind Jason to be safe. It wasn't his place. Jason knew better than any of them the dangers that heroes could pose, having had his last job be completely decimated by one of Waterspout's fights.

He'd been honestly surprised when Jason hadn't gone to the Heroes Union for help with his unemployment assistance after that disaster, but he'd claimed that the agency he'd been contracted through hadn't had the insurance to cover it. That had been both irresponsible and downright stupid enough for Nico to get distracted and go on a rant about liability. He frowned. Now that he thought about it, he didn't think that they'd actually finished that conversation. His phone buzzed.

[Jason] aww want the best pics of your bf??

Nico grimaced. That meant Tonitro was there. He hadn't gotten around to telling Jason the truth about Tonitro's sparkling personality.

He yanked his laptop back toward him and opened up a new tab to one of the more reputable news sites. It took three refreshes of the page until—there, in big red letters, the words LIVE FEED hovered above a video embedded at the top of the page.

"We are live from interstate 101, where known villain Pontifex–" Nico grimaced. Pontifex was a piece of work, but he let the words fade into the background as he leaned in toward his monitor. There didn't appear to be any damage to the bridge itself, and the chopper was too far from the fight itself to make much out. He could, however, see the rescue crew leading the evacuation efforts. Charmant stood on the cab of a semi truck, presumably where Tonitro had dropped her, her bright outfit a shining beacon for anyone who needed to find their way to her and her ever so charming voice.

As Nico watched, his elevated heart rate calming just a bit at the sight of the evacuation going well, the feed went fuzzy.

A flare of lightning and the deafening roar that followed it crashed to earth, taking Pontifex with it.

The camera turned from Charmant, and the grainy image of Tonitro hovering in the air, still crackling with electricity, focused into sharp clarity as the cameraman recovered.

Despite himself, even Nico had to admit that as the sole point of light in the thunderous sky, Tonitro looked impressive.

He had nearly relaxed, hopeful that the hero would have Pontifex well in hand soon, when the first wave hit the bridge, and the cameraman zoomed in on a blur of blue and orange.

Nico's stomach dropped, and his heart rate picked back up. Cold terror wrapped around him like shadows. He was moving before he even finished processing what he saw.

On paper, Tonitro and Waterspout were the city's most effective team. They had the highest villain capture rate of all other registered hero teams combined.

On paper, they also had the highest dispersion rate for infrastructural damage.

And they were on a bridge.

Nico swore as his fingers fumbled on his Bluetooth earpiece. He must have hit Jason's number twelve times before his fingers finally slid onto the call button by sheer chance.

He had his keys in hand and helmet on before the phone even rang once.

Even if the evacuation went perfectly (it never did), Jason wouldn't have a car by the time Tonitro and Waterspout were done with Pontifex.

Nico just had to hope that he could find his friend in the chaos that was sure to follow.

_

Had to stop it there because I couldn't for the life of me decide if I wanted to actually give Nico superpowers of his own or not. I have plot bunnies for both options, and this idea is just never going to leave me alone now!!!

I didn't even get to the jasico proper bc I can see like eight different directions that I want this to go and just.. ooh it's so fun!! Thank you again nonnie! 💕 feel free to let me know your thoughts and onions and whether or not you'd like to see more of this au!

#jasico #wix writes #hero au #jason grace #nico di angelo

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

A lil request, if you're feeling up for it!

sub Logan, who really needs to take a break from working. Mr. Self-Care (dom Janus) catches wind of his precious nerd not caring for himself, and thus decides to help him.

Cue some combination of edging, sounding, and demeaning praise that makes Logan beg and whine and cum so hard he cannot think anymore. Maybe Janus helps clean them both up and some aftercare happens?

Kinda long ask, sorry. Hope you have fun with this!

- 🥒

Safe and Sound(ed)

Lociet (Logan and Janus)

Warnings: Edging, Sounding, Dom!Janus, Sub!Logan, degradation, praise, butt plugs

Read it on A03!

Summary: Logan needs to take better care of himself, Janus knows just how to make him.

“Lo?”

Logan snapped awake at the sound of his name. His neck ached as he lifted his head from its previous resting position on his desk. He glanced at the doorway, noticing Janus leaning forward on his cane and analyzing him with a worried stare.

“You fell asleep?” He hummed.

Logan rubbed the side of his face as he gradually adjusted to his sudden consciousness, “Yes, just for a bit. I was editing-”

“Do you know how long you were asleep for?”

“What?”

“Certainly more than a little nap, judging by the fact that you were still up at 4 in the morning, and that it’s now almost 11. I’d say someone hasn’t been taking care of himself.” Janus teased the last part in a sing-song rhythm as he walked in the room and shut the door behind him.

“How did you know I was up that late?”

“Remus tattled on you,” He pulled Logan’s desk chair out from his desk and spun him around to face him, “Don’t worry, he’s already been suitably punished for waking me up at that hour to tell me.”

Logan was still processing waking up. He stared up at the deceitful side with exhausted eyes behind slightly crooked glasses. His hands twitched to get back to his task, but the thought of having to work through yet another unfinished idea made him want to collapse on his bed. Janus saw this and tutted, going to sit down on the edge of Logan’s bed.

“Logan. You know better. Come here.” He patted the spot on the bed next to him.

Logan didn’t have it in him to argue. Accepting his fate, he stood and slumped into Janus’ side on the bed. The other side was warm and inviting to his too tired body, and when he was guided down to rest his head in his lap, he couldn’t resist.

“Awake at such an hour. You know, I’m starting to think maybe you’d want to be punished. You know your rules, darling.”

Right, his rules. Janus loved to use their power dynamic as a way to get the others to take better care of themselves, his argument being that if his toys didn’t take care of themselves he wouldn't want to play with them. This more or less led to an improvement in self-care across the sides, but Logan was the most stubborn in breaking these rules. He would avoid sleep and meals in favor of his work, and his dom was sick of it. Janus was going to make sure the lesson stuck this time.

Logan shifted so he was sitting up, staring at Janus with a tired expression again, “Jan-”

“Uh-uh, Color?”

“Green.”

“Good. You’ll nap until you’re completely rested and when you wake up we’ll begin, understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boy, now rest.” Janus hummed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, right before sinking his teeth into the skin of Logan’s neck and injecting a sleep-inducing venom from his fangs. Logan gasped from the pain, before his vision dimmed and he fell unconscious on his bed. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan woke up to the sound of someone flipping a page in a book. He opened his eyes and saw Janus sitting at his desk flipping through a novel and tilting his chair back and forth as he waited. He went to sit up, but found himself unable to get his arms underneath him since his hands had been cuffed to the bed frame. He pulled at his restraints, earning Janus’ attention when the chain connecting the cuffs made a loud clang as he tugged them against the metal of the frame.

“Well,” Janus peered at him, setting his book down on the desk, “How did you sleep?”

“Why am I handcuffed?” Logan asked. Now that he was awake, he also realized his lack of clothing underneath the blanket that was covering up his body, “And naked?”

“Don’t you remember dear? It’s time for your punishment for breaking my rules. You know you shouldn’t be staying up so late to work, and now you’ll have to pay for it.”

Logan blushed, “I didn’t mean to, I just-”

“Save me your excuses.” Janus said as he stood, “No matter how many times I punish you for it, you still seem to disobey me. Just last week I had to edge you for skipping a meal. Two days ago, I had to spank you for working for 4 hours straight with no breaks. Now this.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Logan said, embarrassed by his own behavior. He casts his eyes down to avoid Janus’ judgmental glare.

“We’ll see about that.” He sat down on the bed and pulled the blanket off Logan, exposing his naked form. He ran his hand over the other’s chest, earning a shiver from him.

“How am I being punished?” Logan questioned, biting the inside of his cheek as Janus’ thumb rolled over one of his nipples.

“A little edging.” Janus teased.

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’ ?”

“Your tone indicates something else.”

“Well I don’t want to ruin the surprise!” Janus hummed, “You know that’s half the fun.”

“For you.” He muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Janus removed his hands and conjured up a bag full of all kinds of devices he loved to torture his subs with, pulling out a small bottle of lube that Logan hadn’t seen before. He wasted no time removing his gloves and putting a dollop into his palm. A cool sensation enveloped Logan’s cock as he stroked it, but it was quickly turning into a pleasantly warm heat as he moved his hand over his length. Logan let out a soft moan at the touch.

“How does that feel, love?” Janus asked, teasing the head of his dick

“Ah, good, sir.”

He chuckled darkly, “Good. Enjoy it while you can, slut.”

Logan sighed at the pleasure he was given. Janus managed to work him up easily, but once he was completely hard, the hand was removed. He thrust his hips up in an attempt to chase the feeling until Janus pressed him down into the bed with his forearm.

“Ah ah, just wait, no moving.”

Even with Janus stopping, the warm tingling sensation still enveloped Logan’s cock. He moaned softly at the sensation still stimulating him while the other prevented him from writhing around on the bed. He desperately needed more and let his desires be revealed with a soft plea.

“Sir, please, I’m sorry just- fuck- please touch me!” He whined.

Janus simply watched him, “But you look so needy! You’re so agreeable when I edge you, I could make you do anything if it meant I touched your cock after, hm?”

“Yes, anything, please.”

“So you’ll let me plug you up, use you however I want?”

“Yes.”

Janus shrugged and rifled through the bag again, “If you insist, I think I might do just that then.”

Logan looked over at what items the other planned on torturing him with, noticing some of their more frequently used toys like the butt plug he’d been made to wear most of the day last week. He didn’t recognize the thin metal rod Janus twirled between his fingers elegantly before setting it down beside him on the bed, nor its exact purpose. He would've asked if not for the warmth that still surrounded his cock and kept him hard and needy.

Janus vanished the bag once he had everything he needed and turned to see Logan writhing in his arousal.

“Sir, fuck, please use me!” 

“Why don’t we stretch you first?” He offered. Grabbing the same bottle of lube as before once the sub nodded at him to go ahead. He moved to kneel in between Logan’s legs before pouring out more of the liquid onto his fingers and dipping them down to his entrance. Logan whined pitifully at this, begging for Janus to hurry up. He was soon rewarded with a single digit entering his hole, slowly stretching him. He added a second and third before replacing them with the plug. Logan hummed once it had been inserted, feeling full and content for the time being.

Janus smiled at the satisfied look on the other’s face, “Does that feel good?”

Logan nodded, his tired mind lost in the feeling. 

“I bet. We’re halfway done, then.”

Logan’s mind wasn’t exactly able to fully process the comment, but he knew something was off. Was Janus about to gag him? Use his mouth for his own means? What else could that mean?

He soon found out as Janus pulled out that long metal rod again. It looked something akin to a medical instrument, but in his state he couldn’t exactly determine the use. When the other put a dollop of lube and ran it along the shaft he started to vaguely put the pieces together.

“S-Sir?”

“Hm?” Janus hummed.

“What is that?”

“This?” He held up the rod, a bit of excess lube threatening to pool at the end and drip off as he displayed it, “This is a sounding rod. It plugs you up all nice so you can’t fully come until I take it out.”

“It’s going in my cock?”

“Doesn’t that sound so delightfully torturous?” Janus responded with a big smile on his face. He touched the end of it to Logan’s tip, dancing it around the sensitive skin, “Color, Lo?”

“Fuck, green.”

“Good boy. Now just stay still and take your punishment like a good slut.”

Janus teased the sounding rod across his dripping slit, eliciting a soft moan from Logan once again. When he actually lined it up and began to press it in, the other let out a cry at the oddly arousing feeling. Little by little, Janus let his cock swallow down the length, allowing him to adjust to the feeling before making him take more and more. Logan felt so incredibly full just when he’d taken about half of it, he didn’t know if it was possible for him to take the whole thing. That was until Janus started to stroke and massage his dick as he moved the rod in further. He became lost in the overwhelming sensations, only able to let out weak gasps and groans occasionally. Finally, the base rested against his head as Janus slowly stroked him.

“Just look at you, taking your punishment so well!” Janus cooed, “How does that feel?”

“S-so full, ah~!” Logan gasped.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes! Yes, feels good!”

“I know, sweetheart, so nice to be full. I think I’ll just toy with you a little bit longer before I let you come from this.” Janus said. He did exactly that, teasing Logan by toying with both plugs at once. He’d pull out the rod half-way before letting go, allowing it to sink back down on its own, which drew out a long mewl from Logan. Then he’d play with the butt plug keeping his hole stretched, rocking it in and out repeatedly, just barely giving the other enough stimulation.

Janus reveled in the power he held over Logan, the other completely at his mercy and taking what he had to give. He gave yet another grin knowing that he was the only one who could properly reduce him to the mess laid out before him. He didn’t keep him this way for too long, just enough to properly tire him out and make him regret his actions from before. Perhaps he’d repeat his mistake, as he so often did (much to Janus’ disappointment), but for the time being, he’d be satisfied with his temporary repentance.

“Please please please Sir please let me come- ah- I… I need to!!! “ Logan screamed as the sound rod sunk into his cock once again, preventing his release.

“Hmm.” Janus hummed in deliberation, “I could…”

“PLEASE.”

He shrugged, gripping Logan’s dick in a tight hold, “If you absolutely insist.”

He pumped his shaft with the hand currently holding it while easing out the rod bit by bit. As he did, Logan felt his orgasm bubbling up. Janus waited, resting the tip of the instrument just at the head of his cock, preventing him from tipping over just yet. Logan whined, high pitched and needy, begging the other for his release.

“I just wanted to see you squirm one last time. Come. Now.” Janus pulled the rest of the rod out and watched as Logan’s orgasm crashed over him. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body as he came over the hand that stroked his length. His muscles tensed from a well earned climax, little aborted thrusts into the other’s hand the only control he had over it. He pulled at the cuffs until the pleasure, as well as Janus’ touch subsided. When his orgasm finally ended, he was left panting from exhaustion.

“Such a good boy, Logan. Very well done.” Janus said, leaning over to press a kiss to Logan’s forehead, “Let’s clean up and let you make up for all that spent energy.”

The aftercare between the two lasted hours. Once Janus had the two of them cleaned up, he conjured up soft pillows and blankets for them to nap on, praising Logan for how well he did the whole time until he fell fast asleep. He stayed by his side the entire time, making sure he stayed as comfortable as possible. When Logan woke up, Janus forced him to drink his fill of water and have a snack to replenish his energy. And when all his physical needs were cared for, Janus put on a documentary that Logan had seemed interested in. 

Logan smiled to himself as Janus wrapped an arm around him. He’d have to fall asleep at his desk more often.

#jamming out #not safe for sanders #nsfs lociet #fics #asks #requests

[lowkeyclueless5137]

my kitten went missing since yesterday and I am feeling really sad right now. I can't stop thinking about him and worried if he is ok or not. I just want to have him back in my arms so I could kiss and hug him.

Just to calm myself down, I want to imagine Riddle having a little black kitten that he found around NRC. It was a stray, a little baby that is not even a week old. Riddle couldn't find its' mother, so he assumed either the mother cat leave her child, or something happen to the mother cat. So Riddle hurriedly bring the weak kitten back to his dorm when he didn't know what else to do.

He then tried to raise and help the kitten himself. But since he doesn't really know how to help a kitten nor raise them, there's some trouble on the way. But after some trials, research, and lots of questions about kittens to Silver and Trein-sensei (without him actually tell them why), he finally manage to help the kitten back to health.

Times goes by and the kitten grow bigger. The kitten is a really active and mischievous little fellow. It loves to play around and make a mess in Riddle's room, but he never (or can't) get angry at it. He at first want to just let it go, but the kitten always ran back to him and purring and show it's huge eyes towards Riddle. So now he continue to hid the kitten in his room without any of his dorm members notice.

One day, when he was to leave for class, without his knowing, the kitten ran pass his legs just before he lock his door room. When Riddle got back he was panicking when he found out his little kitten is missing. He make a wreck on his room, trying to find his kitten. This ruckus is what lead the other HB students to his room and then find out about his pet.

They all then panicking trying to find the kitten. It has been hours, and Riddle is worried for his kitten safety. Since the kitten is so small and have black fur, it is hard for everyone to find it.

The next day they still can't find it and Riddle is more quite than ever. Not even Strawberry tart and cute hedgehogs can lift his spirit. No one in the dorm know what to do. But then during lunch break Silver or someone come to the cafeteria carrying the black kitten, who is now meowing in its high pitched noise. Riddle, hearing it's cry, look at the cafetaria door and power walk to the person that carrying his kitten, while crying his eyes out calling the kitten's name.

What I want to say, Riddle really love the kitten and he for sure love to complaints about everyone to his kitten, while the kitten just pawed him on the face and kiss his cheek with its' nose.

...

I really miss my kitten 😭💔

Oh I'm so sorry for your kitty dissappearing. Hope the lil bby returns home safely. :'(

But also think positively! Sure the kitty will come back! As long as you believe in it, the chances are always higher! :D

I usually have cats around the block and there is a particular black one that keeps trying to break in my apartment weekly (they managed a few times) As such, I do know that cats usually get homesick after a good chunk of time. If they are attached to someone/something, they will come back.

Now... I'm gonna apply this to the idea you told me rn. Hope it takes your mind off for a bit and makes you feel a bit better :3

At first, Riddle most likely was in a pickle since this was a living being first and foremost. And he didn't know if the kitty had any allergies or disorders or anything that would compromise a normal cat's treatment.

In truth, he's just overthinking this. :'3

First days are hard and Riddle has no idea what to do. He does start to doubt himself since if he cannot even take care of a kitten, how was he supposed to treat people as a doctor? He starts to doubt that his mother was right about him having to become a doctor if he's this incapable of tending to a living being with much simpler needs.

But once he does keep a pace and gets used to it, it becomes more evident that it's more of a routine change he had to get used to. The kitten too had to get used to this as it was new and probably even scarier than for Riddle.

Definitely, Riddle does some research to have the recovery as quick and as efficient as possible. But he also tries to raise the kitten to the best of his abilities. He doesn't expect it to listen to him since start, because this was a cat. A cat cannot possibly understand human language since start. It was a young cat who was yet to gain a better understanding of it's sorroundings. So Riddle makes sure to have the kitten secured, usually on a side of his bed in a makeshift nest out of pillows and blankets to prevent it from falling off.

By time, the kitten gets used to it. It meows when it knows Riddle would come back. If by chance, the redhead runs late(maybe he nags someone or got an encounter with Floyd), the kitten would scratch at the door and meow, so Riddle alway finds it by his leg when he opens the door.

Riddle does get attached to the little bby, but he also knew that he had to give it away, to someone who could actually take care of the kitty. His mother could never approve of a pet, let alone a cat that makes a mess everywhere. So that thought does make him sad, but it was for the better. Doesn't help that the kitty returns to him whenever he tries to let it go outside and get over it.

So the attachment is there. :'3

One day, the kitty escapes, trying to follow after Riddle to classes, but it gets scared by the other students and thus gets lost through the school. Of course, Riddle didn't realise this until he came back and the panic was very real.

Meanwhile, the kitty was trying to return to the dorm, to it's 'home'. Being a kitty, even with students who spoke cat like Ruggie or Azul, they could bearly make out that the kitten wanted home. It was a young cat still and their meows weren't as good and precise as Lucius's.

The kitty happens to be passed from student to student, to the point they had to give it over to the next one since it would scratch, bite and refuse to eat food given by them.

In the end, it ends up at Silver. Silver did have a bit of a hard time too, which was surprisingly, but this is also what makes him to determine that the kitty had an attachment to someone and most likely is looking for its owner.

Meanwhile Riddle goes through a whole lot of mess. The students who did see the cat tried to give imput, but it fell flat since the kitty was passed so many times in between them that it was hard to even say who had it last. The other Heartslabyul students also try to help, but again, the trail of passing around was way too big and complicated to even determine who had it last.

Riddle was at his desperation when Silver finally finds him. He heard from Kalim how the redhead would look for a kitten. A black kitten, who happens to fit the description of the one Silver found and tried to take care of. He realised the little cat had an owner that was attached to.

It does become a heartfelt reunion. Especially since the kitten immediately dug it's little claws in Riddle's clothes, not wanting to let go. For the rest of the day, Riddle takes the kitty to all his classes and is absolutely in a great mood.

By the end, finally the redhead decides to properly keep it. He would come with an elaborate excuse to his mother, but for now, firstly he had the kitty wear a ribbon bow with a tag, in case it got lost again. :3

#twisted wonderland #asks :3

[harlot-of-oblivion]

The Devil's In The Details

The fiery attraction for your devilish partner still persists as you and Dante explore an abandoned subway for clues.

Took a lil while but it's here! Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Chapter 10: Resisting the Devil's Temptations

The cracked concrete crunches beneath your feet as you approach the dilapidated subway entrance. You peer down at the crumbling stairs, accessing the best way to get down there without falling on your ass. The last thing I need is my partner swooping in to catch me, you thought as Dante sidles up beside you.

“Want me to carry you?” he asks with a playful smile.

You know he’s just fucking with you, but your lips still twist into an unamused grimace. “I’m not some damsel distress,” you retort while taking out a flashlight.

Dante chuckles softly as you move forward with a slow and cautious step. “No, you definitely aren’t,” he murmurs close behind you, making your skin tingle as you imagine that captivating flash of red glimmering in his blue eyes.

Focus, dammit! you berate yourself while carefully making your way down the ruined stairs.

The sunlight above grows dimmer the further down you go, shrouding the entryway in pitch blackness. You click your flashlight on and pause for a moment, surveying the surrounding area with its luminous light before pressing on through the entrance. Your flashlight reveals a broken turnstile up ahead as you slowly move forward, checking every corner of the derelict tunnel as you unholster your gun.

“Looks like I’m not the only one ready for action!”

You look over your shoulder at Dante as his eager remark echoes around you. “Carmen wasn’t wrong about the danger we might find down here,” you explain, vaguely noting that his blue eyes almost seem to be glowing in the dark.

A trick of the light? Or just a perk of being half demon? you wonder while turning back to the path ahead. “Better safe than sorry,” you affirm while moving forward with a determined scowl.

Both of you pass through the shabby turnstile and walk ahead for a while until coming upon the derelict subway station. Piles of rubble and trash litter the ground, and a battered train rests against the wall, completely tilted off the gnarled and rusted tracks. You pause and slowly move your flashlight all around as Dante steps up beside you.

“So, what do you think we’ll find down here?” he asks with a curious tilt of his head.

“Some clue about where Mrs. Harmon disappeared off to if we’re lucky,” you admit while walking ahead slowly. “But seeing the state of this place…” you trail off, flashing your light on the surrounding destruction as bits of rubble and glass crunch beneath your boots. “I’m starting to think we might find her body instead.”

Dante sticks close as both of you move deeper into the station. “And that’ll be case closed, right?”

“Not by a long shot,” you murmur with a wry chuckle. “There’s still some things that just don’t add up, and Mrs. Harmon may have the answers.”

“The demon venom,” he suggests with an assured nod.

“Among other things,” you add while coming to a halt. “Let’s run through what we’ve learned so far while we search this area.”

“Ooh, so demanding!” he exclaims softly with a playful wiggle of his brow before backing away at the sight of your icy glare. “Alright, alright…you start,” he mutters with a disappointed sigh, but the small smirk on his lips tells you that he’s just messing with you again.

“First, the missing dog,” you begin while searching around a nearby pile of rubble. “You know, the one that you thought was a waste of time?”

“Hey, I said I don’t get why you were so hung up on it,” he replies while inspecting a toppled down vending machine. “And I saw the point, but I didn’t think that yappy lil puppy would lead us to the missing car!”

“Neither did I,” you admit before moving ahead towards some broken benches. “But what I don’t get is why Mrs. Harmon took the dog with her to begin with,” you murmur as this little piece of the puzzle turns over and over in your mind. 

“You said the Harmons lived in the rich suburbs, right?” he asks before continuing at your affirmative nod. “Well, that’s a lot of neighbors close by, and a loud barking pooch-”

“May have brought a lot of unwanted attention,” you finish with an impressed quirk of your brow. “Huh, so you’re not just a pretty face after all.”

“Oh, there’s a lot more to me than meets the eye, Honeybee.”

You roll your eyes at his flirty boast as your mind fits this piece of the puzzle into the bigger picture. So, she kills her husband and takes the dog to avoid suspicion from the neighbors…and if that’s the case, then it seems more like a crime of passion than a premeditated murder. It makes sense, but…

“Then there’s the murder weapon,” you move on while shining your flashlight deeper into the station. “Just out in the open and easy to find.”

Dante walks in the direction of your light. “Too easy, I guess?”

“Most people try a little harder to hide a key piece of evidence.”

“Yeah, I see what you’re saying,” he agrees, nonchalantly walking past your light into total darkness. Your brow furrows in concern as he continues. “She could’ve thrown it out in the rubble up there, and your people would’ve been looking for days or weeks to find it.”

“But instead, she just drops it in the minivan with her dog,” you murmur, warily moving towards the sound of his voice. “So, she has enough awareness to grab the dog and avoid attention but abandons it all like it’s no big deal once she gets here?” you wonder aloud while straining your eyes for any sign of your partner in the dark. “It doesn’t add up,” you mutter with a frustrated frown as your flashlight reveals your partner standing by a gigantic wall of rubble.

Dante’s eyes glow faintly in the dark as he turns to you. “Unless there’s something else at play here.”

“I had the exact same thought when we found the syringe,” you disclose while inspecting the giant blockade of rubble with your flashlight.

“Really?” he asks with an inquisitive quirk of his brow. “Do tell.”

You turn your flashlight towards the dilapidated train track. “I don’t know if you noticed, but there was an image etched into the barrel of the syringe,” you point out before heading that way.

“The hexagon?” he queries while following close behind.

You nod with an affirmative hum. “And where else have we seen it recently?”

“The safety deposit box.”

“Yes!” you confirm softly before turning towards your partner. “The card you found in that swingers magazine has a hexagon too.”

Dante scratches the back of his head with a perplexed frown. “But what does that mean, Detective?”

“What if the card you found wasn’t just a bookmark…but a business card?” you wonder while stepping over rubble towards the track. “I know that there’s a black market for everything demonic here in Red Grave. Weapons, armor, material, drugs…what if the demonic venom is a product from the black market?” you propose while looking back at your partner, his brows furrowing in thought as you continue. “And if that’s true…then that means-”

“Every single case in your investigation has a link to whoever is selling that demonic venom,” he finishes your theory with a tilt of his head.

You nod and shrug your shoulders. “It’s just a hunch, but that hexagon logo and the demon venom have to be connected somehow.”

“The Lieutenant did say that your hunches are never wrong.”

“Rarely wrong,” you correct. “I’m still capable of making mistakes…but my gut is telling me that I’m not wrong about this.”

“Then it looks like we have a new lead, Detective!”

Your lips curl into a pleased smirk at his enthusiasm as you continue towards the track. “You know,” you begin while searching the surroundings for any clues. “You’d make a pretty good detective if you ever get bored of demon hunting.”

Dante sidles up real close before leaning down over your shoulder with a mischievous grin. “A couple of days working together and you’re already thinking about making me your permanent partner?”

You glare up at him with an annoyed grimace. “I didn’t say that,” you grumble while giving his chest an exasperated shove with your shoulder. But Dante doesn’t budge from your personal space as he swings around to face you.

“So, those donuts this morning weren’t a bribe to keep me by your side?” he teases with a playful wiggle of his brow.

“First of all, bribery is illegal and I would never stoop that low,” you inform while shining your flashlight right at his smug face. Dante blinks at the sudden brightness and draws back a little with a soft curse as you continue. “Secondly, I gave you those donuts cause I was a raging bitch to you and I thought…”

Your words dry out as you look away, quickly composing yourself as a dull ache settles in your chest. I can’t believe I just almost… You can’t even finish your thought, too worried that even thinking about it will sting more.

Dante reaches over and covers your hand around the flashlight, gently moving it to the side so that his face isn’t bathed in its luminous beam anymore. The warmth of his hand sends tingles up your arm, but you don’t meet his eyes as he stares down at you quietly before coaxing you to continue with a soft whisper.

“You thought what?”

And just like that, you find yourself thinking about it again.

You’ve always taken pride in working alone, but it’s not like you had a choice. Most people can’t see behind the ice-cold façade you present to the world, and if they happen to get past that…then, the anger deep inside you scares them away.

“I’m not the easiest person to work with,” you begin softly. “Most of the partners assigned to me don’t last long, and I was never really good at making friends.” You try to meet his gaze, but your eyes lock on his gloved hand around your clenched fist. “We both know why.”

It always happens…everyone leaves me sooner or later.

Dante gently squeezes your hand. “I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

Your eyes widen as you raise your head to meet his striking blue eyes. “Buy why?” you ask, a little surprised that he knew exactly what was going on in your head, but not totally convinced that he meant what he just said.

“Like I said in your office, we’re partners,” he murmurs as the genuine gleam in his eyes ease the dull ache in your chest. “We’ll solve the case or go down together. You don’t need donuts to keep me by your side.” The gleam in his eyes flash red for a moment before his lips twitch into a playful smirk. “But I will take pizza as a bribe any day.”

The tension wracking your body melts away as you laugh softly as his honest jest. “Noted,” you murmur with a relieved smile before meeting his eyes once more. “And thanks…for coming back.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Honeybee.”

You roll your eyes at his annoying nickname for you, but the smile on your lips stays as you pull your hand from his soothing grasp. “Good to know that pulling a knife out on you twice didn’t scare you away.”

“Eh, I’m used to it by now.”

“Sounds like you get threatened with sharp objects all the time,” you note while walking past him towards the track.

“You have no idea,” he mutters while following close behind.

Both of you approach the abandoned railway and pause to inspect its crumbling remains. You swing your flashlight around slowly, highlighting the battered track and broken-down train car. The sight of graffiti all over the walls tells you that people have definitely been down here at some point, but you highly doubt that a suburban housewife came down here to brush up on her art skills.

Where the hell did she go? you thought while searching the area with your eyes.

“Wait…what’s that over there?”

You glance at your partner and move your flashlight in the area he indicates. Just a few feet away from the train car is something on the ground. “It doesn’t look like trash or rubble,” you murmur while squinting your eyes. “Let’s take a closer look.”

Before you can even jump down from the ledge, Dante swiftly steps over and holds his hand up to you with a helpful smile. Doesn’t he know that chivalry is dead? you thought wryly, but the gesture still touches some romantic part of you deeply buried beneath your stoic exterior. You ignore the warmth blooming in your chest as you holster your gun before taking his hand. And you definitely don’t think about how nice his fingers feel against your skin as he steps to the side, keeping you steady as you jump down and land on the ground.

You remove your hand quickly before taking out your gun again. Your eyes flicker from side to side as both of you approach the train car, letting the bright beam from your flashlight guide you to the mysterious object nearby. As you get closer, you think it might be a shoe, but your feet start to move faster as you realize exactly what it is.

A bedroom slipper.

You crouch down for a closer inspection. “Looks pretty clean,” you murmur as Dante looms over with an interested tilt of his head.

“Which means it was left here recently?” he suggests while crossing his arms.

“A white lacey slipper like this would look grody if it was down here for some time,” you note with a pleased smirk while shining your flashlight down on the delicate footwear.

“Why do you look like you’ve found the golden ticket?” he asks with a quirked brow.

“Because, my dear Dante, this slipper may have belonged to Mrs. Harmon,” you lightly jest before going into detail. “During my search through the Harmon residence, I noticed multiple pairs of shoes lined up on a mat by the garage. There was a gap in the middle of the mat empty of shoes, which told me that Mrs. Harmon grabbed a pair and put them on before fleeing the scene.”

Dante nods in understanding. “So, you think this slipper could be hers?”

“Possibly…won’t know ‘til we test it further in the lab,” you inform while holstering your gun. “Cover me while I secure the evidence,” you command before offering your flashlight to him.

“Whoa, moving a little bit fast there, Honeybee…at least buy me dinner first,” he jokes with a playful smirk while taking your flashlight.

“Technically, I already did,” you remind with a soft grumble under your breath.

“That was lunch, but close enough…does that mean we’re ready for-”

“Dante!” you hiss impatiently.

“Fine, fine,” he murmurs with a soft sigh, but his lips are still curled in an amused smirk.

Dante keeps the light on the bedroom slipper as you reach into your jacket and pull out a rubber glove. You slip it on with a decisive snap before taking an evidence bag out. Your gloved fingers grab the lacey slipper and slip it into the bag with a practiced flourish. Then, you tuck it inside your jacket before shedding the rubber glove from your hand.

“So, Mrs. Harmon books it after killing her husband, drives to the abandoned part of the city, and leaves behind her car, her dog, and the murder weapon before coming down here,” you recap while taking your flashlight back from your partner.

“Sounds about right,” Dante murmurs with a confirming nod of his head. “But where did she go?”

You slowly move your flashlight around the immediate area before focusing on the broken-down train. The bright beam highlights the sliding door, still open and locked in place by rust and decay.

“The rest of the station may be blocked by that wall of rubble back there,” you murmur as your flashlight moves down the train. “But the subway tunnel is still intact,” you note while circling said tunnel with the luminous beam of light before directing it back on the open sliding doors.

“Makes sense,” Dante concurs as you rise back up to your feet.

You nod your head in that direction. “Let’s go.”

You lead the way to the broken-down train, checking the area for any possible threat with a wary glare before looking through the sliding door. Looks clear, you note while accessing the tilted steps of the train. Dante comes forward and offers his hand as you lift your foot up onto the first step. You take it with an obliging nod and use his sturdy grip to hoist yourself up into the train before turning around and offering your hand in turn. He clasps it with a grateful smile, but you can tell that he didn’t need much help as he hops onto the train without much tugging on your part.

Your flashlight shines down the decrepit aisle of the train car as both of you regain some balance on the slanted floor. You stand still for a moment while taking in the dank and creepy atmosphere. Your eyes flicker around for any sudden movements while you listen for any suspicious sounds in this abandoned place. Then, you take a couple of steps forward, but a slight tugging around your hand gives you pause.

You glance down and realize that Dante is still holding your hand. Your jaw clenches into a scowl as your irritated glare meets the amused gaze of your partner. He blinks at you innocently as he tilts his head in question, but the gentle caress of his thumb on the back of your hand tells you that he’s definitely aware of why you’re so suddenly agitated.

“Knock it off!” you growl while ripping your hand out of his grasp.

“Not a fan of hand holding, huh?” he asks with a disappointed sigh.

“This is not the time nor the place, Dante,” you grumble, avoiding his playful gaze as he leans down closer to your face.

“Sooooo you’ll lemme hold your hand if the time and place is right?”

“What? No!” you vehemently deny as your head whips around to face him. “I’ll never let you hold my hand!”

Dante chuckles as his fingers brush the side of your palm. “A little too late for that, Honeybee.”

Your hand twitches angrily as the intense heat of his gentle caress seeps into your skin. His smug grin makes you want to punch it right off his ruggedly handsome face, but you resist that impulsive urge as you move your hand away.

“C’mon,” you mutter, ignoring the sudden craving for more of his searing hot touch. “We’ve got a job to do.”

You take out your gun and take the lead, treading carefully as both of you walk down the aisle. Your flashlight floats across the dirty floor, searching for more evidence until coming upon the cracked door that leads to the next train car. You examine it for a moment, mentally noting that the gap is just wide enough for someone to squeeze through without pushing it aside completely.

Your flashlight shines through the opening as you lean through the door. “The door to the other train car is cracked open as well,” you inform while looking back at your partner. “Think you can squeeze through?”

“I’ll manage,” he replies with a confident nod.

You turn back and step through the door, instantly keeping a look out as Dante follows suit. He wedges himself between the door and pushes against it with his shoulder, sliding it back a bit without much effort before making his way though. Your brow arches at his impressive strength as he approaches the other door.

“I guess those muscles of yours aren’t just for show,” you murmur as he pries the door open with a soft grunt.

“Oh, there’s a lot more where that came from,” he boasts while stepping aside with a flirty grin.

You roll your eyes as you enter the next train car, but your lips curl into a speculative smirk as soon as you know that he can’t see it. You go through the same routine of inspecting the train car, quietly looking for clues before moving on to the next. It’s the same as the other two previous train cars, nothing but debris and utter silence until coming upon the fourth car. This one is utterly wrecked, totally torn in half and nearly impossible to forge ahead without a lot of stumbling across tons of rubble. But your flashlight reveals a huge gaping hole among the wreckage, highlighting another part of the station just beyond its rusted and jagged edges.

Your feet rush forward, eager to find out if Mrs. Harmon escaped through there. But the floor is even more slanted than the other train cars, and you suddenly find yourself tilting backwards as your boot slips on the glass and debris covering the ground. Your arms flail out to regain your balance, but the steep slope of the off-kilter train pulls your body towards the adjacent wall. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare yourself for a hard and painful impact…but the smoky scent of your partner hits your nose as your back lands on his warm and sturdy chest

“You alright?” he whispers in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you reply as your gut twists with embarrassment. “Sorry…I’m not usually this careless.”

“Don’t worry, Honeybee,” he assures with a comforting pat against your waist. “I’ve got your back.”

You glance up at his scruffy face and your body stiffens at the sight of the protective gleam in his warm gaze. The embarrassment of your actions fade away as your gut clenches with something more fiery. Your eyes hone in on his heated gaze, patiently waiting for…and there it is. The alluring flash of red within his striking blue eyes. It calls to you, begging you to come closer as the tension between you and your partner begins to stifle you with its all-consuming heat and desire…but a shuffling sound in the distance breaks you away from the intense moment.

“What the fuck was that?” you whisper as your eyes shift towards the wrecked opening of the train car.

Dante shifts around so that you’re behind him. “Let’s find out,” he murmurs, taking the lead while reaching behind to offer his hand.

You hesitate for a moment but still grasp his palm with a determined nod as your gut rejoices at the feel of his safe and warm touch again. Dante forges the way ahead without any jokes or flirty looks, totally focused on getting through the jagged opening of the train while ensuring your safety with a sudden seriousness that you’ve never seen in him before. He leaps through first before turning to help you down with his strong arms. You land on the ground and instantly raise up your flashlight with your gun, scanning the surrounding area with the comforting presence of your partner by your side.

“What the fuck?” you gasp at your flashlight reveals a shocking sight.

Your pulse quickens as your eyes flicker between a large mass of quivering golden yellow pustules scattered around the dark and gloomy station. They’re not threatening on the surface, but your gut tells you to not let your guard down as you move forward. Dante rushes ahead and jumps up to the platform before helping you up with an extended hand.

You climb up and point your flashlight and gun towards the numerous pustules around the station. They convulse erratically under your light as you focus on the yellow viscous liquid leaking from their porous surface. You take a step forward to investigate further, but the yellow pustules turn a sickly red as they start to shake violently before ripping open with a sickening squelch. Your eyes narrow as monstrous creatures burst through, shaking themselves before focusing on you and your partner.   

You’ve seen plenty of demons by now thanks to that demonic tree popping up in the city a while back, but these demons are unfamiliar. They kinda remind you of the Empusa you’ve shot down while searching for survivors, very bug-like and smell like blood. But these are slimmer, quicker, and have a wicked sharp barb sticking out from behind. They still reek of blood, but there’s a hint of something…sweet, almost floral wafting from their wildly buzzing wings as they regard both of you with a malicious screech.

Dante slowly approaches with a soft chuckle and excited grin. “Looks like we’re just in time for the party!”

You don’t move an inch and keep your gun up at the ready assessing the situation. There’s seven total, but one of them is bigger…the strongest one perhaps? you surmise as your partner snaps his hand to the side with a practiced flourish. Your eyes widen as a gigantic sword pops into his hand with a burst of red energy. He brandishes it with a well-practiced and daring flair before turning towards you.

“Here,” he murmurs while reaching behind his back and unholstering one of his guns. “Ebony has more firepower than your standard issue gun.”

You quirk your brow at the black gun in his hand. The portrait of a dark-haired lady embedded in the wooden grip is very classy, but your keen eyes note the power behind such a sleek and stylish design. You holster your own gun before taking Ebony with a grateful nod.

“Let’s show them that we’re the life of the party, Dante,” you boast with a confident smile.

Dante grins and you don’t even try to fight the fluttering in your heart as you raise his gun at the ready. Then, he charges ahead and swipes at the nearest demon with a carefree holler. You hang back and set your sights on a demon creeping up on your partner from behind as he stabs and jabs them out of existence. Your fingers curl around the trigger before pulling it back as the demon crouches down in a vicious pounce.

You feel the tremors of the tremendously powerful shot surge through your entire body as the bullet bursts out of the barrel. Your precise aim leads the lethal bullet straight towards the back of its head, instantly stopping it in its tracks as a spray of blood stains the ground. Dante turns around and finishes off with a quick stab of his sword before bending down in a ready stance as you shift your aim to the next target.

Your heart races as you follow the ebb and flow of the battle unfolding before you, taking shots at any demon who dares to take your partner by surprise while he’s busy laying the rest of them to waste. But when there’s only three more demons left, the obviously bigger one steps into the fray and distracts Dante as the other two focus their attention on you. They approach at the same time, effectively flanking you so that no matter which one you target will give the other a chance to move in closer to attack.

You stand your ground and take a deep breath, waiting until they creep closer, closer, closer…before springing into action as both leap towards you with their claws and wickedly sharp teeth. Your head ducks down as you crouch and tuck yourself in a roll, letting the momentum of your body carry you away as both demons clash behind you in a whirl of claws and stabbing barbs. You raise Ebony and suddenly feel the urge to focus your shot, almost as if the weapon in your hand is aware and takes the lead while you aim at the mangled bodies of the demons before you.

Your eyes squint in focus before pulling the trigger. An enormous shockwave trembles through your arms as the bullet slides out of the barrel with an explosive burst towards the collapsed demons. They raise their heads in a defiant squeal, but the bullet lands between one of their eyes before blowing both of them to smithereens with a blast of incendiary power.

You swivel around and refocus your aim on the last remaining demon as it viciously swipes at your partner with its sharp barb. Your finger squeezes the trigger as Dante swiftly dodges the piercing attack before lunging forward with his sword. The demon is knocked back from the force of this blow, and your eyes widen in horror as your bullet hits your partner right in the chest. He groans in pain but still manages to finish the demon off with a lethal slice of his sword before tumbling down to the ground.

“DANTE!” you bellow, instantly sprinting towards your partner as the demon’s body splits apart in a spray of blood.

You step over his sword and take a quick glance at the demon to make sure it’s really dead before kneeling down by your partner. Your worried eyes hone in on his slightly scrunched up face before lowering your gaze to his chest. At least he’s still breathing, you note with relief as a sizable splotch of blood continues to ooze out of the torn hole of his grubby shirt with every rise and fall of his chest.

“Shit…I’m so fucking sorry, Dante,” you murmur with a grim scowl. “I didn’t mean…” you trail off as your mind begins to go into overdrive, flipping between self-doubt and loathing about being the worst partner anyone can ask for.

Great job…it only took two days to fuck this up so royally, you berate yourself while staring down at the bullet wound in his chest. That’s gotta be a new record!

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” you softly growl, mentally forcing your mind into silence with a vigorous shake of your head. You take a deep breath before focusing on your wounded partner. “Okay, gotta check to see if the bullet is still in there,” you murmur to yourself while placing Ebony down on the ground.

You reach over with steady hands and lift his shirt up, subtly eyeing his rippling abs and soft belly beneath the sprinkling of white body hair. Your fingers lightly graze his hot and sweaty skin as you push the shirt all the way up over his chest. You wince at the sight of the bullet wound but remain composed as you hold the shirt in place just below his chin with one hand while examining his chest with a gentle brush of your fingers.

Can’t really tell, but I think it’s still in there, you surmise with a remorseful grimace. Maybe I can dig it out before…wait, what the fuck?

Your brow furrows as the wound begins to twitch a bit. More blood trickles out as something…your eyes widen as the rim of the bullet peaks out. The shock of what you’re seeing alone freezes you in place as you continue to watch with a fascinated tilt of your head. There’s more spasms and the bullet begins to rise up, revealing its blood-soaked casing. Your fingers move without a thought to grab the bullet before pulling it out with a sharp tug.

You gasp softly as you bring the bullet up to your face for a closer look. Well, I’ll be damned…another perk of being half demon? you wonder before glancing back down at his chest. The bleeding stops as the wound begins to close, literally stitching itself back together before your very eyes.

Your transfixed gaze stays on his chest as you pocket the errant bullet before leaning in for a closer look. Besides the splatter of blood…it’s like he never got shot, you muse while bringing your hand up to his chest. You examine the area where the wound was moments ago with a gentle touch, noting the smoothness of his skin beneath the coarse white hair just above his left pec.

“Startin’ to think you’re not a fan of first base, Honeybee.”

Your head snaps up at the sound of your partner’s teasing words. A wave of relief washes over you as his mirthful gaze bores into you, but it quickly fades away at the sight of his enticing grin as he continues.

“Which is a shame cos I’d love to- Oof!”

A quick jab to his gut with your clenched fist cuts off whatever flirty come-on was about to slip from his mouth.

“Fucking really, Dante? How can you joke at a time like this?” you seethe with a frustrated shake of your head. “I fucking shot you and…” you trail off, mentally struggling to describe the torrent of guilt and shame at hurting your own partner as your lips twist into a humiliated scowl.

“You’re taking this pretty hard,” he notes while lifting himself up onto one of his elbows with a soft grunt. “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he murmurs as his hand grasps your shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. Then, he tilts his head as his intense gaze lingers on your indignant face. “So you really do care, huh?”

“Of course I-” your words instantly dry up as you meet his eyes.

The tense air between you suddenly shifts into something more heated as that elusive red spark flashes fiercely behind those striking blue depths. You feel yourself being drawn closer to that irresistible flame in his desirous gaze. And you give in for a moment, letting the icy walls around you melt just a bit as you lean in closer towards his handsome face. But then, your eyes shift down to his scruffy lips as they curl into a secretive smug smirk.

Something about it irks you, almost as if he…

“You fucking sonuvabitch!”

You push him away with a hard punch to his chest before standing up with a harsh growl. “You got shot on purpose, didn’t you?”

Dante rubs his chest with a disappointed pout before sitting up fully. “Guilty as charged!” he admits with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “So, you gonna arrest me?” he quips, playfully wiggling his brow while staring up at you with a suggestive grin.

“Un-fucking-believable!” you fume while swinging your arms out in frustration. “I should-” you cut yourself short with an angry growl as you stomp away.

“Should what?” he prods while getting back on his feet.

Your blood boils beneath your skin as you wheel around and close in on your partner in a flurry of furious steps. It takes all of your control to not lash out on him with one of your numerous hidden daggers as you close in, pressing  up against his body as you stare up at him in contempt. But Dante stands his ground, unrelenting before your barely contained rage as he looms over you with a suggestive smile.

“What do you wanna do to me, Honeybee?”

The unbridled desire in his voice shakes you to the core, making you want to throttle him for being so confident about pulling such a dirty trick on you. But another part of you admires that confidence as his smoky scent lures you even closer. Your body hums with arousal as the air crackles around you with a heady blast of heat. And that flaming red spark ignites in his striking blue eyes as you crane your neck up, meeting his alluring gaze as his warm breath caresses your eager lips…

But a sudden jerk from one of the pustules nearby breaks the moment. Both of you whip around and grab your respective weapons from the ground. You raise Ebony at the ready while Dante brandishes his sword with a wicked arc. The pustule convulses violently before breaking apart with an explosive burst. You take a step back in alarm as golden viscous liquid spills out on the ground. Then, the other pustules around you follow suit, each one exploding as the crumbling ceiling of the station begins to quake.

“Oh shit,” you murmur as dust falls from up above.

Dante looks around before grabbing your arm. “We should-“

“Get the fuck outta here,” you finish as before rushing towards the broken-down train car.

The fiery moment between you two fades away as you jump down to the track with your partner hot on your heels. But the anger is still there simmering in your gut as huge chunks of concrete and debris begin to fall from the ceiling. It melds with the adrenaline coursing through your body as both of you hop into the train car before making a mad dash down the aisle.

I’m gonna show him exactly what I wanna do to him, you seethe as your mind runs though many scenarios involving your clenched fists and daggers among the utter destruction ganging up on you.  

Oh, I’ll show him…if we fucking survive this.

🔪❤️‍🔥🔪

#dante x reader #dante #devil may cry #dmc #detective reader #murder mystery #the devil's in the details #oh these two... #so much tension you can cut it with a knife #harlot writes

[scarlet6rose]

🎤 hello people of the internet ✦

I’m Scarlet Rose,

I’m a writer (somewhat) and (mostly) digital artist that has been drawing since I held an apsara pencil 💀.

You can see me as any gender you like and use any pronouns, I really couldn’t care less, I’m just here to have a little fun 👁👄👁

I am in a lot of fandoms (some breakups were there 😃)

Just to give a lil idea:

✦ Good omens (literally binge watched like yesterday 💀) (novel and tv show)

✦ Omniscient reader’s viewpoint (joined late 2022 and early 2023 I think 🤔) (novel and Webtoon)

✦ Undertale (since the beginning tbh but it’s a bit off rn lol 🙃) (Game)

✦ The Stanley parable (joined around the middle of 2023) (Game)

✦ Five nights at Freddy’s ( 💀 I’m a very loyal viewer of the game theorist… I don’t need to say more. Other then the fact that I’m not that active anymore) (Game, books, and movie)

✦ Heavens official blessing (joined around the middle of 2022 I think 👁👄👁) (novel, webtoon, and donghua)

✦ Not so Shoujo love (start of 2021, lmao much gayness 🫦) (Webtoon)

✦ Heartstopper (middle of 2022, so much fucking gayness 🤌) (Novel and webtoon)

✦ Uzumaki (I’m still reading this lmaoo, I think I started to read junji ito’s works around late 2018-19(?)) (manga)

✦ Hellstar Remina (🙂 it was funny as fuck, totally recommend) (manga)

✦ trash of counts family (around the time i started orv) (webnovel and manhwa)

✦ hazbin hotel/helluva boss (again, around the beginning. I dont really have an opinion on them.) (indie animated series on Yt and Amazon Prime)

There are many more but I literally can’t remember ‘cause I’m not actively active in them ig 😶‍🌫️

Anyway as you can see, I’m fine with literally any kind genre as long as the story is (mostly) interesting for my shit attention span.

Some bondaries (will be updated as I go on):

✦ No NSFW / no sexual themes

‣ I’m fine with jokes and shit, like have fun and all, but no sexualisation of me or my ocs. I’m fine with horror/ angst art (as long as it isn’t taken too far).

✦ Minors and majors/adults

‣ Please no pedophila. I do not want to be in any romantic relationships online (learn from my past one mistake of being fucking delusional)

‣ I do wish to be ageless online for now, so yeah…

✦ No weird dms

‣ I’ll fucking ban you and probably make fun of you publicly.

‣ Weird dms include (but aren’t limited to): asking sexual stuff, death threats, obsessive behaviour etc.

✦ Personal issues

‣ Don’t come at me with your severely personal issues, such as family issues, life issues or whatever. Just cause I’m fine with taking ‘bout mental health and its severities doesn’t mean I’m responsible of your mental health in any way. Don’t talk to me or anyone online, talk to someone you trust irl and take therapy.

✦ Stalking/ doxxing

‣ Doesn’t matter if it’s me or not, you need grass for doing some chronically online bullshit. Go outside man or ma’am or neuter.

✦ Parasocial

‣ No, just no.

‣ I’m fine with the buddy buddy shit but please refrain from thinking that I’m important in your life. I’m just here to have fun and cook bullshit. Nothing more.

✦ Shipping

‣ Don’t ship me with other creators or yourself (please).

‣ Don’t ship my ocs with yours.

‣ I’m fine with people shipping my ocs with eachother.

‣ I don’t mind fan fiction (I write most of my characters fan fiction anyways 💀) (you’re free to do whatever but please have some kind of common sense).

‣ Don’t fucking art police or ship police (?) people if non of my characters are being shipped in a borderline pedophilic or incest ships.

✦ Hating

‣ I don’t mind if you dislike or even hate me, you’re allowed to do whatever, but keep in mind that this is the internet and you hate me on the internet. Don’t take internet matters irl or attack anyone I know in real life.

‣ No racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, sexism, extremely offensive jokes (that actually harm people) etc. will be tolerated.

Ik that I am not that big at all, but better safe than sorry lol

#blog intro #blog introduction #meet the artist #multifandom artist #boundaries #artists on tumblr #help 💀

[age-regressor-culture-is]

For the new dip wearer, as someone who wears all the time while regressed, and specifically without a CG to help, I find its easiest to plan a shower (or bath, or however else you get clean) for your big time afterwards, so you don't have to have that worry about getting yucky while smol, cuz biological babies don't have that worry, but also, make sure you use your lotions, powders and creams, not just after, but before as well. This will help protect against any rashes or adverse skin reactions from the act of wearing, cuz it's still humid and hot and clammy in a diaper, even if you aren't using.

If you're worried about loss of control or not being able to feel it, there are a lot of cute plastic lined covers for adult sizes on amazon, to protect against leaks too. I recommend getting a mattress protector too, just a subtle one to go under a sheet, better safe than sorry, but I understand prep can get quite overwhelming this way.

Additional tips, make sure that, just because you like them, you aren't getting diapers that are too small, they can't do their jobs properly if they don't fit right. Also, give a bunch of different companies a chance through samples, to decide what fit, material, company etc, you prefer, before you commit to buying a whole pack or case. I know all the sites are yucky NSFW places but I've found they are super courteous about the way they conduct business and it doesn't feel like it, when you're browsing their websites, it really does feel like you're shopping to stock a nursery.

I will say though, bear in mind that diapering affects your clothing size. Especially in tighter things like jeans, onesies etc. Not only will the extra layer of padding show in tighter clothes, but also, if you end up buying plastic backed ones (for example, Tykables, which is a brand I recommend), they will crinkle audibly when you're moving around.

A couple of brands I do recommend checking out-

Tykables-they have a resealable landing zone and it's super easy to adjust tapes throughout the day, as well as them having an overnight option that's super thick and plush. One downside is that these are quite noisy

Megamax- they're plastic tapes so they do rip quite easily, so adjustment through the day is harder, though their grip is super strong. These come in black and rainbow as well as pink blue and white, which means a couple more fun colors :)

Rearz- they do a few good options but they're quite often out of stock. These again are often plastic backed and harder to adjust but they are really quite comfortable.

There's also one specific line, called Lil Kings (I can't remember the brand off the top of my head) and they are designed to look just like baby pampers, even with a lil size guide bubble that says 10, so if you want the look, they're a good option.

One brand I dont recommend is Crinklz, they have leaked the most often with me, as well as untainted being messy as they often rip away the plastic shell and leave gaping holes in the diaper itself when you're trying to remove. However each to their own, by all means give them a go.

Anyway I hope this super long rundown helped a little bit? Both for that specific anon, and in general.

Thank you so much! This is awesome, and thank you for the effort you put into this!! /gen

#not age regressor culture #ageredips #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw agere blog #agere community #age regressor #agere blog

[nniiqs]

Aight i don't feel like directly responding to shit so im just gonna make this post n then hope people see it ig

My intention with the Citra post wasn't to "fearmonger", and no i didn't install it in the C: drive either. I had it on a seperate drive with no vital files on it, the only issue it caused was delete stuff i was working on. In retrospect i know i could have phrased my initial post a bit better but yeah. Citra is safe to use, and the issue is only with the crappy installer it uses. Though i am a bit paranoid about these sorts of things so that's why i was saying "don't use it". As long as you're not dumb (like i was when i installed it a year ago i guess), and make a seperate folder for Citra, its all fine. And yeah the reason i was surprised when it did what it did when i uninstalled, like a year after installing it was because i kinda expected it to behave like a normal program does, and i have used other emulators before and literally none of them did this.

As for it messing with your OS, thats something i saw in a reddit thread from 4 years ago so, yeah maybe i should not have included that, my bad.

But yeah general takeaway: Citra is safe to use, and safe to uninstall as long as you installed it in it's own folder, which you need to create before installing.

And hopefully i phrased myself a lil clearer this time (english is not my first language so sorry if its still a bit weird), though if theres still any confusion, i'd recommend asking around elsewhere, as i feel i have demonstrated it enough that im not the most qualified to talk about this stuff. And i genuinely apologize about the harm my last post may have caused, and hopefully the people who got scared by it will see some of the more helpful responses on that post, that clears things up better than i could.

#rambles #citra emulator #emulation #nintendo

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 7

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Koga, Adonis, Kaoru

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Time: Later that day, in the dead of night.

After taking the sleeping pills again, Rei and Kaoru find themselves back in the dream world.

Rei: (Hm.) (It seems we hath safely entered the dream once more.)

From offscreen, past Rei is heard cheerfully humming.

Rei: (And lo, there goes my past self, sauntering down the street as though he holds sovereignty of it, exuding the confidence that defined my yesteryears. How spirited thou art.) (Yet, 'tis merely an attempt to cast off thy sorrow by donning a boisterous mask, is it not? What a pitiful creature.) (Let's see, this place is… It appears thou art wandering about overseas, just as I once did in the real course of history.) (Wearied by the tribulations and woes of thy homeland, thou departed in pursuit of joy.) (But no matter how diligent thy search, the bluebird of happiness shall not appear before thee, o' young one.) (In any event, according to the AIIE experiment manual, if one strongly concentrates on preset keywords, one may exert a certain degree of influence over the dream—) (Or more precisely, over oneself within the dream.) (It does now bestow upon thee the level of control which one might exert over a character in a videogame, yet 'tis still a hundredfold better than being forced to stand idle witness as history repeats itself.) (I am no longer a mere reader, passively watching as the story unfolds.) (I am alive.)

Scene change

Koga: ♪~♪~♪ ~......♪

Rei: Heeey! I'm hooome~! Sakuma Rei-chan has returned~

Koga: Sakuma-senpai- W, Wo- Wh-Whuh- Woa-

Rei: Wh-what's wrong? Yer whole body's shakin', ya sick or somethin'…? Haha. What a weird kid y' are, Puppy.

Koga: Sh, shut up… Don't talk to me right now. I'm desperately fightin' down the urge to hug ya and start yellin' "WOOHOO! SAKUMA-SENPAI! WOOOO!" okay?!

Rei: It's totally fine if ya don't fight that down, though. There theeee~re…♪

Koga: ……n!?

Rei: Okay, there there, good boy… You must've been lonely while I was gone. Sorry, Puppy. Haha. When we were younger, I used to give my lil' bro hugs like this all the time whenever he was feelin' lonely.

Koga: ……! ……! ……!

Koga: P-please cut it out… Sakuma-senpai, you're the object a' everyone's admiration, shinin' from afar. Ya shouldn't go outta yer way t' be nice ta someone like me. I'll tarnish ya.

Rei: What're ya saying, stu~upid? Am I¹ not even allowed ta give someone a hug? That'd be pretty damn sad, wouldn't it?

Koga: ……?

Rei: More importantly, some kinda sixth sense started actin' up — or rather, there was this strange sensation urgin' me on from within, so I hurried on home, but… How's the situation right now? Were ya able t' exterminate those "vampires" that were runnin' wild? Well, it doesn't really matter to me either way, though.

Koga: Nah, the situation hasn't really changed much… They quieted down for a bit, but after ya went abroad, they started actin' up again. Now they're buzzin' around all over the damned place. It's so freakin' annoyin'. But don't worry. Hasumi-senpai's supposedly revitalizin' the student council right now, workin' on improvin' the environment and creatin' rules to prevent students from goin' astray n' becomin' delinquents. Or, well, that's what he said, but t' be honest, I don't really understand that kinda complex stuff, n' if you ask me it doesn't reaaaally seem to be havin' any effect.

Rei: That sounds about right. Just declarin' yourself the student council doesn't mean anythin' if ya don't have any authority. It's like a little birdie chirpin' away in the background. People 're just gonna ignore it.

Koga: Basically, it doesn't matter how powerful yer magic cards are if the field prevents ya from activatin' its effects, huh.

Rei: Uh, what're ya goin' on about?

Koga: Um, uh… I… I like card games. That's what I was going on about.²

Rei: Ohh… Are card games fun? Teach me how to play next time you're free ♪ I'm always bored outta my damn mind, 'specially lately.

Koga: This ain't the time fer idle chitchat… Please do somethin', Sakuma-senpai. That four-eyes seriously ain't cut out for this.³

Rei: "Overqualified for the role³," huh? Haha, it'd be great if that were the case. Please grow big, bouzu. To the point where people consider ya overqualified, so ya can be my playmate again.

Koga: ……?

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ore-sama-chan

Koga drops the -sama from his personal pronoun as well as the delinquent speech in this line. The kid is embarrassed beyond belief.

The word used here is 役不足. This word tends to be enormously misused by the general public. Much like the English phrase "could care less" is often used to mean the opposite of what the phrase implies, 役不足 means to be massively overqualified for your job, but is colloquially used to mean you're not up to the task. There really wasn't a clean way to translate this, as Koga uses it to mean the latter, while Rei means the former.

#ensemble stars #enstars translation #rei sakuma #koga oogami #flashback #psychobreak

[hurrakka]

oh man. theoretically in a l4d au luis would've helped develop the green flu yeah? sure it's a naturally occurring virus in l4d canon (maybe. we're not really sure where it comes from cus ceda doesnt say shit but ellis mentions the government using bio-bombs in one of his keith stories so it could be a bioweapon?) but this is an au we can do what we want.

anygays im just imagining leon getting infected. we know better-safe-than-sorry-guy (i call him scout cus his va is the same as scout from tf2) is human when we first find him but experiencing extreme paranoia and some compulsions then a few minutes later he fully turns, going from able to speak and function to choking and growling and fully mutated (either into a hunter, boomer, or smoker) so there's always the possibility of a rapid transformation too. im thinking leon falling behind a bit while theyre walking because he's coughing and chokin and shit n he falls to his knees and luis is all like "bro whats wrong!!" and he gets to watch as leon Turns Before His Eyes. even better if he turns into a hunter cus if you look closely at their models they don't have eyes. we can't be exactly sure what Happens to their eyes when they turn but the two most popular headcanons are both equally brutal-- either Luis has to watch Leon's eyes quite literally melt out of his skull or he gets to watch him claw his own eyes out. Fun!

BUT there's graffiti in one of the safe rooms arguing over how long it actually takes to turn-- whether it's 20 minutes, 2 hours, overnight, or some other wacky chunk of time. so there's also the thought of Leon turning slowly. progressively becoming irritable and irrational and confused and him slipping in and out of conciousness for days until Luis goes to check his temp one day and he fucking Lunges.

and if leon turns and luis makes it out alive imagine the Guilt. he feels awful enough in re4 canon when there's a cure,,, but the green flu mutates too often to develop a proper cure for it. if leon gets infected and he isnt immune then he's just. done. theres nothing that can help him at that point. and luis already feels so goddamn guilty about the millions of people he's killed and now leon's gone too and he cant help but visualize every single person who had somebody ripped from them by his hands.

oh man and if luis has to put leon down? its joever. that man would Never recover. i dont even know if he'd keep trying to survive at that point. maybe just for that shred of hope of developing a cure (even though he knows it'd be damn-near impossible but it's the only thing hes got, dammit) and stopping this whole disaster.

coughs. sorry for the rambling i simply have been obsessed with l4d for going on 12 years now so <3

I had to lay down for a moment bc of the feels and potential outcomes in the event luis lives on while leon well...yeah (thinkin abt how buddy from re damnation would jus turn as well since leon is no longer there and that made me big sad dgkrnekhbfgnjklh) Since the re verse has like morbillion viruses, the green flu existing would be plausible so its just another stonks moment for umbrella lol. But yeah luis would absolutely be devastated. He probably doesnt have the guts to pull the trigger, least he can do is to restrain leon for a while and tries to find whatever humanity he has left in his nonexistent eyes. Tho in my witch!leon hc I think luis may have a chance to keep leon around??? Since witches seem to have the most humanity among the infected (and thats not saying much) he could probs observe him a lil bit without getting eaten right away. It would just be a warm bodies scenario ngl (i just watched that movie recently so this is huge copium dksfghbshgndfh) Honestly Im glad l4d fandom still alive after all these years. That game will always be goated and it was one of my high-school obsessions. I used to do crossover stuff back then and Im back to doing it now. Time rly do be a flat circle