#sorry this is really niche and short but like IMAGINE

[assmaster-8000]

no because what if gojo satoru had found another special grade child. a child whom the jujutsu higher-ups wanted satoru to mentor because they'd be a useful trump card to the jujutsu society so naturally they'd want this child's talent to be honed till they potentially surpass satoru and be used. but satoru had seen too much of what this world had done to the person he'd love the most and he wouldn't ever be the one to subject another person to it like a tool. like a weapon. like a machine. so of course he takes them under his wing and gives them the guidance he never had, suguru never had. a 20 year old prodigy fresh with wounds of loss and grief taking in a child with greatness sitting on their head like a heavy crown cutting into their skin underneath his cape of power and blood stains. satoru is an enigma and even he himself doesn't know if it's because he wants to mold more strong jujutsu sorcerers who will change this world (because what greater irony than the child you wanted to utilize like a cold knife being the one to bring reform right to your door?), or if he wants to give them everything everyone else didn't have (please, he can't have someone follow in suguru's footsteps.), or if being number 1 was too tiring for him (but he doesn't know if it's selfish bringing them up to this blinding spotlight.)

years pass and he vehemently denies the higher ups control over his protégé, his student, his brat. he'll give them control and the means to break out of the shackles of this damned hierarchy. and even if satoru cannot outwardly say it, they're his child. as though he was there at their birth and has been ever since. his child and his best friend and he's their father and their best friend. it's either he sees too much of himself in them or too much of suguru because they're rising to the top fast and he's proud of them and so full of dangerous hope their wings aren't made of wax. (but he'll be there to catch them if they'll ever fall, of course!) they're so strong now. if he was blessed by the heavens and the earth then perhaps they were born of it because look at them go! giving the great gojo satoru a run for his money! not everyone can do that, you know? they're such a great student and person! isn't he such a great mentor?!

so he decides to have faith in them. bring them along with him to shibuya to deal with those reports of special grade curses he was being told about. this is how your teacher deals with these curses! better watch closely because you'll probably have to do it too! he has them positioned on the sidelines to ensure the civilians aren't hurt and if anything, to aid him because they're gonna be the strongest some day too so they can't be lazing a round on their ass all the time.

and they're doing so well until kenjaku comes along. satoru's breath stops and his heart rattles against the prison bars of his ribcage but it isn't the stupor of seeing his lost love that doomed him to the box. his special grade student lurches to -- what, attack kenjaku? pull satoru away? run? it didn't matter what. it was all a blur -- wards him and his body moves on an instinct that's even stronger that the compass needle pointing to suguru's body.

no, no.. that isn't suguru. it's his body and that's not him. somethings not right. but his student is right infront of him and that's them and he can't let anything bad happen to them now. flexing infront of his student can be saved for another day. but it's this mistake that ends up setting him right into kenjaku's trap and the box. the moment his gaze snaps to them and his body is torn between suguru infront of him and them kenjaku sees an opportunity and snaps it up like it's golden.

satoru doesn't even get the mere moment of chained freedom before he's fully trapped in the box. with the special grade student there, kenjaku needs to make it quick. make it count. he does. satoru is pulled into the box and satoru can't even say anything to his student. and he worries in his infinitesimal prison. satoru never usually worries unless if it's his leftovers have gone bad in the fridge.

they'll be alright.

they'll be alright.

they'll be alright, won't they?

they're strong.

they're capable.

they're smart.

he's raised them well they'll be okay they've got friends.

they'll do the right thing.

...

and when satoru finally exits the box he's sees faces changed. they tell him a lot about what they've been through, about what has changed since he's been gone, what changed about them.

he sees yuuji has been weathered with pain and a unique sense of hope.

he sees megumi has been puppeted with the strings of despair by sukuna.

he sees maki has faced the fiery trials and tribulations of this cruel world and bears it like her trophy.

he sees...

he sees nothing of his student. his special student. where are they? injured? somewhere off in the game? will they be back soon? time's a-running out, you know.

he sees the looks his students exchange and his heart drops. he knows. he knows. he knows what must've happened.

they're dead, aren't they?

and he's brought back to the time he carried riko's dead body in his arms and he was met with the disappearing suguru in the crowd and suguru slumped against the wall.

it's happened again.

they tell him they were a hero. that in satoru's absence, they did the heavy lifting and protected shibuya from the full-on destruction it would've suffered if not for them. that if not for them, the jujutsu world would've been left in even deeper disrepair. they saved some of their fellow sorcerers from certain death and suffering! they were the one to grapple with sukuna when he let all havoc ravage the city.

they paid with their life.

all because they were too worried about getting these normal civilians back home safe. about keeping their friends and mentors safe. and satoru wonders if there was someone else worrying about keeping them safe.

... atleast he didn't have to worry about them following in suguru's footsteps and the hatred of regular civilians. they were good of heart and soul. they were strong.

they did the right thing.

and satoru has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that the person he's raised for, what, 10 years? is dead. gone. deceased. that's just preposterous! he was there when they were a snobby little kid and he was there when they were going through that awkward phase and he was there when they were learning more and more as a teenager and where are they now?

sukuna asks him that. "where's that miniature personification of yours? hah, don't tell me they died the last i saw them. have the special grades of this era started to slack off?"

satoru has all the more reason to kill sukuna now. he has to show his students who are watching that he can do it.

even if they will no longer watch him do anything.

#sorry this is really niche and short but like IMAGINE #im sick and tired of teacher satoru and student reader smuts #found family. #teacher satoru who sees so much in this child this prodigy this person who was born to walk the painful path he tred #and he knows he has to give them a better life and a deeper hope #the parentification of gojo satoru #and his deep despair he hides away and his emotional constipation and his jovial front and #he's far from the best parent but god. he's got to try. he needs to try. #the imperfect character of satoru and the grueling nature of parenthood is perfect #why isn't there more familial stories of him and reader #or an oc who has him as a father figure #FOOD FOR THOUGHT. WHY DONT MORE PEOPLE MAKE OCS LIKE THIS #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk spoilers #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk oc #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x reader platonic #gojo x reader familial #teacher!gojo x student!reader #idk id love to see an oc with a premise like this. they don't have to die they just have to be fucked up beyond repair #that it's almost like a death of their self to satoru. his golden student. his beloved. #jjk oc x character #jujutsu kaisen #oc ideas #sorry if this is ooc im chronically insane #im so sorry this is so badly written in my defense it was 5 am and i could not sleep unless i exterminated this thought

[milfygerard]

sometimes i go thru the gaylor tag to see updates or reactions or something and its so funny everytime. You people are insane i respect literally none of you etc etc

#barry.txt #taylor swift #NOTE: THIS IS COMING FROM AN RPF FREAK WHO COULD FEASIBLY IMAGINE TAYLOR SWIFT EATING PUSSY #HATERS IM SORRY BUT THIS ISNT FOR YOU. YOU WILL NOT EARN MY SYMPATHY. anyway #i think i just get really frustrated when a fanbase gets so caught up in itself it cant remember how like....people work #or how relationships function even celebrity ones #i have spent lots of time and energy watching how people react and listening to people talk about relationships and so im annoying abt it #kaylors bless ur hearts im glad ur having fun but posts about their secret relationship make me autism angry #i was THERE for the kaylor divorce. ive listened to evermore more time than id like to admit. theyve at most made an effort to mend a bridg #that baby is a kushner and to imply otherwise is either short sighted or genuinely concerning depending on how deep and intense #the theory is #i think part of the problem is that it forces me to interact w the wider swiftie fandom at large which is a no go zone #i have my circle of blogs i respect even if i find all discussion of travis kind of boring and whenever i try to step out of it #i just end up frustrated #stop trying to prove things! you will never prove things! we dont know her! #i also disagree w lots of the general lyrical analysis but thats not anger i respect the readings they just arent mine #but yeah whatever. script doctoring a niche subset of one of the biggest fandoms on earth. i cant help myself! #none of this applies to you if ur 15 or whatever but i do implore that you not waste all ur time on dumb celebrity theories #and go do anything else

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober - Day 2

Prompt: Titfucking Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader WC: 1,980 Summary: After the gym Changbin is worked up and needs help to relieve himself.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

Additional TW/CW below the cut.

TW/CW: Changbin is a bit of a pervert, one use of “babe” directed towards reader, assumed larger chest, lots of talk about breasts, titfucking, no penetration, sweat as lube, spit as lube, finishing on chest.

 Gym pump. Changbin had heard of it. Guys getting their “pump” on he thought was just the code for the naturally hulkier appearance of a well worked muscle. He’d not considered that pump could mean other things. It didn’t cross his mind that when his blood “pumped” through at an increased rate, spreading all those endorphins far and wide, that it would spread literally to every extremity, including his cock. It was kind of cool actually, looking down after a particularly grueling session and seeing his slightly swollen member just a little more prominently bulging in his gym shorts.

 It wasn’t a huge hassle until you joined the gym. A small family owned gym like the one he frequented didn’t often get new members. It wasn’t flashy like the higher end gyms, nor cheap like the chains. It was niche and he loved that. You also loved that. Chain gyms were intimidating, harsh fluorescent lights with rows and rows of cardio equipment peppered with some weight training. High end gyms were no better, mostly used as a social club for the wealthy to network and find dates. While the atmosphere was nicer, the people were not. So you gritted your teeth and spent the money at the small independent gym near work.

 9PM, your usual start time, give or take a few minutes. Your tits slightly spilling over you just barely too small sports bra caught his eye every time. It was like you walked tits first through the door, bright pink and bouncing as you marched yourself to the bay of lockers to store your gym bag. It drove him insane. Imagining how soft and pliable you would be in his arms pushed him harder on his last reps, grunting and gasping damn near erotically. However instead of heading immediately to your usual treadmill you stretch in a small alcove before waving at Changbin. He damn near slams the plates of the overhead rower against each other.   “Sorry,” you smile, hands folded neatly behind your back. “I normally wouldn’t ask but, no one else is here and I need someone to spot me.”   “Spot you?” Changbin’s brows raise. “You don’t lift weights.” He blurts. Now it’s your turn for a questioning look. Changbin wants to wither and die, what a fucking stupid thing to say. Either now you know he’s been watching you and knows your routine or think he’s a sexist prick.   “Yeah err, I heard adding weight lifting and growing muscle can help with weight loss so I thought…well. I don’t know. Should I not lift?”   Shaking his head and closing his eyes, Changbin looks you up and down. “I’m sorry. I phrased it wrong. You can lift weights if you want to!”   “No, I know, I need someone to spot me. Can you?” You stare at him from under your eyebrows.   For fear of saying something even more stupid Changbin nods enthusiastically and stands to follow you to the bench. How he thought he would be able to handle this angle of you is beyond him. But it was true, he was the only one in the gym who could help you and he wasn’t going to let you down.

 Staring down at you, watching the bar come closer to your chest, back arched slightly from the bench. If he just racked the fucking bar and yanked you to him he could easily fuck your throat with abandon. But he really shouldn’t think like that. He should focus on the speed and frequency of your lifts. They’re calculated and measured, a beginner watching their forum, analyzing each movement, hesitant.   “You’ve got it, two more for the set.” Changbin says firmly and quietly. “Just two more.”   His quiet confidence in you makes you proud, emotions high from the tension in your arms. You grit your teeth and smile as you push your last two reps.   “I was planning on doing two more sets. Just need to complete my circuit in the meantime, do you mind if I find you again? For spotting?” Voice sweetly lilting to appeal to him, he agrees with a silent smirk and nod.

 You don’t ask him every time. Changbin doesn’t want to admit he feels a certain way about it. He was your first spotter, should’ve been your only spotter. No one else should be watching you as intently as him. It’s not that he’s possessive, it’s that he’s concerned. Or at least he tells himself this is the reason for his continued light surveillance. It’s almost a month before he talks to you again. Working himself to almost complete failure he can’t take it anymore. Eyes locked on you as you rerack your weights he needs to say something to you. Anything to you to make it clear that he’s friendly and approachable and wants to help.   “Your chest…presses are coming along…” he tries to casually glance and nod. A quick observation to let you know he cares about your progress. Glace flitting down to your hot pink sports bra, casually of course.   He makes you nervous, muttering a quick “oh…thanks. Can’t have the girls get saggy,” as you avoid eye contact. Knowledgeable and handsome, you want to impress him.   “Must be heavy.” The words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them, eyes still marveling at your chest.   “What?”   “Oh sorry,” he shifts awkwardly. His knuckles press into his hardening cock, trying to make it look like he was simply massaging his quad.  “My brain doesn’t think so clearly after a workout. Just blurts stuff out. Don’t mind me I’m normally…”   “No, I mean they are heavy. If you want to, you could lift them! Like, for exercise….” You try to joke, cunt pulsing with faint hope. “Might help with your problem.”   Changbin pretends to consider your offer, counting to five as he inhales, trying to keep himself from screaming enthusiastically. “Problem? I don’t have a problem.” Both of your eyes flit down to the outline in his shorts and back to each other.   “Sorry I just…” you mutter, heat of embarrassment pricking the tips of your ears. “I’m going to-” you start gesturing towards your usual treadmill in the corner window to escape from the entire incident. Even your lower half starts to turn, separate from your head, still bowed in apology, eyes to the floor.

 “Stop her, stop her now,” the thought clouds Changbin’s vision, “stop her this is it, you have to.” His hand catches your shoulder, halting your step, he thinks his heart may stop as well.   A tiny yip of shock bubbles from your lips. His grip is strong, stance solid, he plants you with him, unable to shake free even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to shake free.   “No, you’re right,” his eyes dart around the large space. The two of you basically the only people there. “If you want to help, I’d appreciate it. A lot. Before I have to leave.”   You blink. Stuttering incoherent vowels you follow him as he wordlessly turns and heads to an unmarked door in the far corner of the gym. Upon opening it, it’s clearly a staff bathroom, a single stall with harsh fluorescent lights and gray cement floors. The door clicks heavily and locks behind you. You don’t get much time to survey the surroundings before your back travels forcefully into the wall, Changbin caging you between his shoulders. Body pressed to you a small needy whine catches in his throat.   “You’re okay? You want to help me out?” He gulps, eyes wide. You nod as his hands clasp and drag all over your body, revealing in the indentations his fingers make. “Gonna let me fuck your tits? God I need to fuck your tits. They’re all I think about. Please let me fuck your tits please, god,” his mouth carries on and on a mile a minute as he feels as much of you as he can. Twitching and trembling he finally lets his hands cup your breasts through your bra. Heavy and plush in his grasp, it’s somehow exactly as he imagined and even better. “So soft, you’ll let me fuck them, yeah?”   “Ye-yeah-they’re sweaty but-” you apologetically murmur. His hands feel so good on your aching muscles, you wonder where else his hands would feel good. A flash of heat floods your sex.   “Sweaty fine. It’s good. Great.” He shuffles his shorts down around his ankles, “please, hurry, please.” His cock is red and angry, precum coating and shining the tip. Getting down to eye level with it, he’s thick, mouthwateringly so. Hesitating you consider wrapping your lips around the head, just to see how much of him you could fit, a personal challenge to surmount. He whines, a leg bending and twitching, “leave the bra on.”

  Your eyebrow shoots up but you oblige, sliding him under the band, nestled snugly between your mounds as you squeeze on either side. He eyelids flutter as the slip of sweat and precum coats his shaft. Sucking air in through his teeth he slowly thrusts along the tight crevice. The sight itself is enough to have him lightheaded, his cockhead just barely poking out of the top of your cleavage with each thrust upward, shiny and covered in body fluid.   He doesn’t even realize the sounds he’s making. Small grunts under his breath mixed with reedy whines. Most of your partners had been relatively quiet about their enjoyment save for a few dirty phrases whispered closely to your ear. Changbin was the opposite, virtually impossible to shut up.   “Feels good?” You encourage him further. “Tight around your thick cock?”  “So tight. So soft. Fuck.” His eyes close, brows furrowed in concentration. Your voice is so quiet and sweet and he just wants to ruin you, or be ruined by you. His legs tremble and clench. “Spit on it. Just a little. Slowly.”   Staring up at him you hold your tits in place, flush with his hips, and make a show of gathering spit in your mouth and slowly letting it drip from your tongue to the valley of your chest, gathering and sliding over the barely exposed slit of his cock. “Like this?”   Changbin swallows hard. “Yeah like that baby.” He shudders, hands cupping over yours, squeezing harder. Hips snapping forcefully his thumbs ghost over your nipples, pebbled and pressed to the fabric of the cups.   You thirst suddenly, mouth filling with spit. God damn it you want him so badly. You need to hear him cum, see his muscles tense and relax, watch as his face scrunches moments before everything becomes bliss. Your entire body thrums with need, tongue lolling out and down as if he fucked your breasts hard enough he could reach it. A worthy goal for him that he attempts, jostling you harder, grunting and groaning as he wills himself to breach the gap. Your bra is pink, your tongue is pink, your lips are pink, you’re all pink for him. His pink gym bunny.   Suddenly he does it, the hot salty slit of his cock hits the very tip of your tongue. You moan, unable to form words. He does it again as you push your jaw just a little bit lower, aching at the joint. He can’t believe it, the heat of your mouth even briefly has his brain foggy and vision blurring. His stance falters. Thighs tensing and cock resting on your sternum he cums, spilling the warm pearly substance across your collarbone. “Shit,” he mutters between moans. He can’t stop his hips slow rutting, spreading his release further down the chasm of your tits. “Sorry, I can clean- I can take care of this for you. Fuck.”  “You just want to touch my tits more, pervert.” You smile.   He smiles and laughs, “yeah maybe.”

Changbin is LITERALLY the hardest for me to write so I’m trying to get his done earlier in the month so i don’t burn out and give up. He’s my bias so like...nothing ever feels quite “right” when I write him. If that makes sense. 

However i love when others write him so please this is an open call for sending me your favorite Changbin centric fics in literally any pairing configuration.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #stray kids kinktober #skz kinktober #changbin smut #seo changbin smut #skz smut #stray kids smut

[thirdtidemouse]

i have to do more bc she isnt rly brought to life yet.. she will change a LOT... but this is dylan :-] (hammarlund? underhill?) i couldn't not do a hilda oc and i couldnt not make it a nervous werewolf. she stresses herself out but is surprisingly organised about cooking, one of the famously stressful activities. she spends a full day planning out a meal, cooking for herself and kaisa (thank god. that nerd cannot cook) and then asks for detailed reviews.

she is very stressed out about being a werewolf though. she has just finished being a teenager and this is kind of that all over again. she does not want ANYONE to find out and confides reluctantly only in kaisa. what she fears is people fearing her, and she feels like the moment her life has been pieced back together again, she's losing grip, again. it's almost a black hound situation when the people of trolberg hear about a werewolf sneaking around. some episode centred around the mystery ensues.

she likes food + music! although she's more of an amateur at music, she owns + plays a guitar, a mandolin, a banjo, and a harmonica. very folksy. she has a swedish-welsh accent. try and imagine it please.

the default sister dynamic is kaisa getting home from work late (she probably lives in a flat in/around the library), and dylan being in the midst of homemade ravioli or something with a sauce that took 6 hours. kaisa asks about her day to be polite. dylan tells her about the sauce that took 6 hours, a long hike, 3 different invasive plant species, a lot of butter, and the use of powertools. kaisa has been re-shelving niche history of magic books but got so caught up re-reading them that it also took up 6 hours. when they have eaten dylan asks for her opinion and scribes the whole thing down in her notebook as kaisa voices her 5 star yelp review. they do not ask anything else about each others days and interact mainly through dylan slow-motion fake-punching kaisa while she is trying to just hang out in the living room or do her work and is ignored. only when she is in a very good mood will kaisa fake-punch back. dylan has a lethal case of younger-sister-that-is-taller syndrome.

sorry for my handwriting but the vague outline of her backstory WHICH MAY PROBABLY CHANGE is:

from the time she was 8 and kaisa was 21, they lived alone together. kaisa became a full-fledged witch between then and age 25, when suspicion against witches was on the rise for a short while - dylan never became a witch, but the only trusted adults in her life (basically kaisa and tildy) were, and they decided it would be best for her to grow up somewhere less troublesome. they were both pretty messed up about her having to move away, dylan holding some kind of spite toward her sister for a while, and kaisa feeling incapable, guilty and ill-equipped to take care of her.

she went to school in wales at 12, living with as-yet-unspecified family members/friends, and while kaisa almost immediately regretted sending her away, dylan adjusted quickly and spent the rest of her school career there. after a few years she forgave kaisa, because she ultimately enjoys her life, but she is stilll missed at home. at 17 going on 18 she became a werewolf (whether she was bitten or it was always in her somewhere?) and four months later she finished sixth form and called kaisa out of the blue asking if she could come and move in. since they didn't live in trolberg before, she's new to the city.

i will write more cohesively about her relationships to other characters/flesh her out more later, ESPECIALLY the werewolf stuff, but now i have to go to bed. thank you for reading :-] feel free to ask/suggest anything about her!! i love discussing hilda ocs

by the way this is i think my first ever actual OC? i've made up others before but they've just been single designs i've never really thought much about their actual selves because i suck at writing. dylan is the first one thats really stuck. part of her is based off myself and people i know, most of her is not. the main similarity between us is double-denim.

this is fun though. critique is welcome

(obviously her werewolf self is a swedish elkhound. i know the design kind of just looks like a furry im working on it)

#hilda the series #hilda netflix #kaisa #dylan #hilda oc #original character #im going to bed sorry this is not proofread

[queenimmadolla]

Idk if you’ve answered this or not but what are Penny, Wayne and Maples interest/special interest? Like was Penny into the 90’s/2000’s boy bands? Was Wayne into trains or dinosaurs or something real niche like garbage trucks and was I’m assuming Maple was born in the late 90’s was she into Hannah Montana or even metal music that you and Eddie cater to until they just decided one day it wasn’t cool anymore and moved on 😅

I want to thank you. Because you just reminded (I had to consult my timeline for this verse to answer it) that Penny was born in the late 80s, so she got to endure the late 90s and y2k as a teen. She would have been the same age as Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff when they feuded omg!!!! And with a famous dad?? She can interact with y2k royalty!

ANYWAYS, to answer your question, YES! She was a big fan girl of the Backstreet Boys as a preteen! Was begging her parents to go to concerts all the time, learned the choreography, she was obsessed and, as delusional as 10-13 year olds get over boy bands, she was proud of it. And DREAM. She’d love that girl band so much. As a teen, she loves most of the bands of the 2000s like Fall Out Boy, Green Day (they reached the height of their fame that really elevated them in the 2000s—thats not up for debate), Sum41, Evanescene, Linkin Park, Good Charlotte, Pussycat Dolls and she’s a fan of singers like Beyoncé, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey, etc. She doesn’t really like the pick-mes of the 2000s. Sorry, Avril.

Wayne didn’t have any real niche interests dinosaurs or trucks. By the time he could develop niche interests, Goosebumps was a thing, so i imagine him going the mystery/horror route. And because of watching and reading Goosebumps, he develops an interest in weirdly specific things just as the main characters of the show do. To make it short—whatever he watches he makes his whole personality for a good couple of months.

And you’re right about Maple being born in the late 90s! She was 100% a delusional fan girl too, LOVED The Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana (but she loved Miley Cyrus more), fucking radio Disney, Jesse McCartney—oh my god, she was born around the same time as me so she’s going to go through so many horrible fashion and fan phases. The shrug, the skinny scarf, the weird layering of dresses over jeans. One Direction. God, Eddie has to endure a lot with her but if his babies are into something, then he encourages their enthusiasm, helps them indulge in it by buying them CDs and merch, goes to concerts with them—he’s a good fucking dad. Even if the two of you get whiplash with how often they switch up their interests. And lucky for you and Eddie, she’s a Beyoncé stan, so she exposes him to fantastic music just as he introduces her to the music he grew up liking in the 80s.

#$ replies #pennyverse #pennyverse asks #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #Waynie baby #maple 🍁

[theyluvlyss]

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...

but when I read it after finishing it, I realized it was too cute not to post, so now, here I am to bless your feed with this short lil' blurb that I love so much.

and I say bless, because I figure, if I love it this much, so will others, maybe🤷🏽‍♀️. Especially my melanated sistas, like, this is quite literally for y'all🩷💋🫵🏽. You're welcome.

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 <𝟑

《 ♡ 》 imagine (a little bit crack-fic-ish but that's okay)

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

nothing much, really. just billy loving you so much, and he thinks you're cute and all😙.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!black-codedasf!reader x loveydovey!billy batson

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

(joking/exaggerative) mentions of suffocating - light cursing, I think? I didn't check lol - that's about it fr, like, this is super duper lovey dovey huggy wuggy kissy wissy wishy washy🥰😻💋💞 - billy being literally obsessed with you (as he should, love a women worshipping king😻) - that's it, I'm pretty sure lol.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You laid content as you scrolled through the contents of your open TikTok app, savoring in the warmth Billy's body generated while lying comfortably beside you. Hell - he was practically smushed up against you, with no real need to be given it was a plenty sizeable bed you shared, other than the fact that he just couldn't stand to be sharing the same mattress and not be cuddling into you.

Of course, you didn't mind this one bit. As previously mentioned, the Batson boy generated heat at a rate you couldn't be anymore grateful for, yourself always freezing to the touch for seemingly no reason. Plus, you found it endearing how close he constantly wanted to be. As though he were a clingy kitten, seemingly always depraved of your love and affection. And, thankfully, you had plenty of it to go around.

Especially seeing as some of your love went towards memes and all sorts of other funny videos on the internet. Like this next one you giggled at. It held no true meaning, simply a combination of the most recently trending things, all too niche for any newcomer to understand. But you did, being an "chronically online" teenage girl coming with its apparent perks as you let more giggles escape through your grinning teeth.

But, as per the norm, they never remained just quiet giggles. They soon escalated into something further, a fit that could no longer be contained no matter how hard you tried. Plus, with the video looping itself over and over again, you never had the chance to give yourself a break to breathe. You couldn't look away, god, it was just too funny…!

Soon, you were inevitably trying your damndest not to let out obnoxious cackles. You'd feel awful for waking your boyfriend over something as trivial as laughing too loud. But unfortunately, it proved too late for that, the stuttering of your chest being all it took before he was stirring and suddenly-

"So- S… sssss…"

In a horrid attempt at an apology, you ended up mimicking the sound of a snake, eventually pushing out the word "sorry" before exploding into more laughter. At first, Billy was not amused, staring at you through sleepy, low-lidded eyes and with a pout that you'd normally just kiss away if you weren't so busy acting like a loon.

"Why are you even still up…" He barely questioned, his voice a deep rasp as a result of his previous heavy slumber. As if you weren't already a mess, you felt a feather in your chest and stomach at the sound of his sleepy voice. It tickled you, and the video was still playing, and good lord, there was no way you were laughing this hard at what was essentially nonsense.

But you were! And it was so… so… so...

"I-...I-..."

Poor thing, you thought you were going to suffocate, blowing up into another round of giggles. Your eyes were growing misty, and you were fighting so hard to replace your laughter with air, oxygen into your lungs. You couldn't do it, and it occurred to you that you probably looked insane right now with your eyes screwed shut (leaking salty water, at that) and your mouth hanging open with no sound coming out...

You laughed harder at the mental image, if possible.

"(Y/N), dude…" Billy spoke, his tone flat and his stare hard. You couldn't take it, shoving your face into the nearest pillow as you kicked your legs and shook around in silent laughter. You were actually physically fighting to stop and were losing! You were losing badly, stretching out your hand for any source of grounding.

"Will you chill out, oh my god." Billy, once again, hardly asked. But this time, it was through his own curt chuckle, slowly growing entertained by his girlfriend's silliness before loosely allowing his hand to fall into your own. You grabbed it, and finally, you could breathe again. A smile remained stuck on his face. A tired one, of course, but one could also argue that it was in love sickness. He watched your chest heave up and down, waiting until you removed the pillow from your face.

And when you did, he almost wanted to argue that you could, in fact, blush. Because your face was most definitely, visibly a deepened shade right now as you wiped the tears and massaged your sore cheeks. But he'd leave it alone, for now.

"I'm sorry." You spoke plainly after a moment of silence, gathering yourself. "That was deadass just the funniest shit I've ever seen, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Billy's smile grew, staring down at you while laying on his side, listening to your cheery-filled voice explain what on earth was so funny about this video that you nearly asphyxiated yourself cackling at. You laid against the bicep of his arm, curls tickling his skin because you'd more than likely forgotten to put a bonnet on for the evening.

He wouldn't remind you, though. Just for tonight, because he liked the tickle-feeling and the way they framed your face and expanded gorgeously around your head. Like a powerful mane or maybe a halo. He traced the detail in the browns of your eyes and had to stop himself from running a thumb over your brows. And just from the previous events alone, he was sure you had licked away all of your chapstick and gloss, staring at your lips before meeting your eyes once again upon listening to the cadence in your voice dip into a questioning tone.

"Did you see?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, babe."

Hardly a hum, yet full of adoration. Not that it mattered, because almost as fast as it was put there, your laughing expression had morphed into a playful one of disbelief. An added click of the tongue for full affect.

"Mncht. No, you didn't; you're not even looking…"

There was about a four second pause, Billy finally giving into the urge to run his thumb over your brow, tracing it down your cheek… prodding at the dimple that may/could reside there before running it as lightly as a feather over your lips. You paid no mind one way or the other to his actions, used to them by this point in time. Used to being cherished and observed with such worship and grace, even though it still made you slip into a mild hot flash.

"You're so cute."

Your eyes gazed up into his green ones, finally giving him your attention at such a sudden yet fond statement. At first, you almost let the words, "I know." slip. But then, you figured you might as well just say thank you and urge him back to bed. After all, you had never meant to wake him in the first place, and the guilt of that was finally starting to set in.

And yet…

"You think I'm cute?"

Billy, if he didn't know any better, allowed his heart to melt right there. Your eyes were big and expecting, curious about his thoughts even though he had just let them loose. And your tone full of hope, as if he'd never told you such a thing before. That might as well be blasphemy for him, seeing as he made it appoint to remind you of the way you had basically consumed his thoughts every single day.

And he'd continue to do so over and over and over again until you got it through your head that he was one-hundred percent serious. That he meant it with all of his heart.

"Think." He repeated the word you had murmured with a tone of hilarity. "I know you're cute, I'm lookin' right at you~."

He spoke with a shameless flirt in his drowsy tone, watching as you smiled to yourself. This time, you had no wit to banter up or a cheeky way of saying "I know" to him. All you had was your giddiness, only to then offer up the purse of your lips innocently until Billy got the hint.

"Gimmie kiss~…" He spoke, even though he was the one to deliver such upon your lips. But it didn't really matter because a few pecks later, you were drunk off of them and selfishly demanding more until he had literally kissed you to sleep.

"...Cute."

𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰🥲.

i've got to stop letting my own words hurt me like this lmaoo😭. I hope y'all enjoyed ! more on the way soon✨️🤞🏽.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

myself <3

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

none :(

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[liesmyth]

8, 9, 10, 11, 13 abt John

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?

tbh quite rarely! the highlight was when I wrote a Cancellable Fic and I woke up to my email inbox full of angry comments and I made a video montage set to twenty one pilots.

Please imagine being in the despair-filled depths of the first lockdown and waking up to THIS. Priorities, folks!

(cw I guess — don't watch this if you're sensitive to fandom harassment, I'm very very over it and I make fun of it, but it's probably a bit anxiety-inducing ig)

A more recent memorable one was a long rant about Alecto that I don't really remember in full but said something like "I bet you're one of those people who gets off to Joss Whedon's sad barefoot beaten-up women"

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

If we're talking TLT... this is sooooo hard but I'm gonna have to say Palamedes. Because he's a reasonably popular character that I mostly vibe with in specific ways, so when I check out Pal fics I never know if I'm going to love them or backclick right out.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

The Study of Doctor Sex because it's my least favourite of the short stories (& also I think the Sixth come out looking creepier than most of the fandom thinks)

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

IDK who counts as unpopular in my little lyctorfucking cave, so I'm gonna go with Silas. Teenage Pope! He never had a chance! He is THE ONLY person in the Canaan House group who looked at the Lyctoral process and said, undoubtedly and without even thinking about it "If God asked me to I'd say sorry God you're wrong." Can't wait for him to get back in AtN

13. Unpopular opinion about [John]?

This post I reblogged this morning says it better than I could, but in general I think fandom analysis doesn't engage enough with his identity as an indigenous man. I do have others :D but this is the most niche I think!

[salty asks list]

#lvsifer #askbox games

[trickstarbrave]

hi this is what i wrote so far

its not proofread. prob not formatted correctly. not finished either. but. whatever.

modern au: nerevar finds voryn's onlyfans and uh. lets just say he is in fact a fan. nerevar has specific kinks and voryn fits all the criteria.

kinks: femboys, masturbation, probably voyeurism, breeding, risky sex, dirty talk, piercings. more maybe that i forgot. OH and collars and sex toys.

also this is more raunchy than i usually write. like. it is porn about porn. so. sorry if the language is like. especially rauchy and degrading. if it bothers ppl i can tone it down i guess

also voryn is trans.

Nerevar knew this was a bad idea. 

It was easy to see how bad it was. It was a completely stupid—not to mention potentially morally wrong—thing to do.

(Was it morally wrong actually? Nerevar didn’t know the logistics of it. It certainly felt morally wrong, which usually meant it was.)

However, curiosity was getting the better of him he’d admit, as he begrudgingly entered in his credit card information and signed up for the website.

Nerevar Mora had stumbled across the onlyfans account by chance honestly. He was looking for porn, someone on Reddit had recommended him, and Nerevar thought he’d sounded hot. Crossdressing trans guy into breeding? A pretty boy who loved to put on a show? That was kind of his niche type at the moment (though he’d feel bad admitting it publicly), so he clicked away ready to throw money at the guy.

Only to find out said pretty boy was his best friend Voryn Dagoth.

Initially his face burned bright red as he closed the page and got up from his computer, unable to grapple with it. That was Voryn, right?! He’d be able to recognize him anywhere. He knew his face well enough, even under more makeup than he usually wore. But running an account like that seemed out of character for Voryn—Voryn was kind of vain, high class, a little bitchy if Nerevar was being honest, and picky. Not to mention what if one of his brothers saw! Did they know about it?! 

But the thought kept eating away at him. It was like he’d been infected—bitten by the curiosity bug as it seemed. He was going mad only being able to imagine what Voryn was getting up to behind that fucking paywall. Was the guy on Reddit accurately describing him? Was it someone else that just looked like Voryn? 

So here he was, properly signing up to the damn site, just to see what was going on. He just wanted a peak, he assured himself. Just a glance. He’d see what his normally stuck up, mean little best friend got up to (if it was really him), and then cancel his subscription and never touch the account again. That’s all.

Once he actually saw it though it was… A different story.

The first video he watched he could tell it was Voryn. That voice, his body, the jewelry he typically wore was there in bits and pieces, but the outfit…

Nerevar’s cheeks flushed as he saw Voryn’s long legs in a short shirt. Thigh highs were on too, only calling attention to his thighs. He had lean muscle, just the slightest amount, an angularity in his hips, more broad shoulders. The shirt was cropped too, letting Nerevar see the trail of black hair—a tantalizing little treasure trail he wanted to follow.

And then Voryn was pulling the shirt up, exposing the piercings on his nipples, and Nerevar nearly lost it. He had to bite his hand, groaning softly as Voryn moaned in his headphones, playing with the buds, pinching and tugging with practiced skill. It was a performance, showing that he wasn’t an amateur. Even the lighting and set up looked so good. 

He unzipped his pants just to let the pressure off his arousal. He wasn’t jacking off, he assured himself. Any guy would get hard from that performance from how sexy Voryn was acting—it was just a natural reaction! Just a natural, normal reaction to a very attractive performance, that’s all.

He then clicked on another video, this one of Voryn with a toy. Not inside him, but rather he was… Licking and sucking on the realistic dildo, moaning in need. His other hand was off camera, clearly between his legs as he touched himself.

Nerevar felt his resolve crumble a bit more, his cock now aching in need.

Then another video. And another. All with Voryn in usually very attractive, slutty little outfits that showed off the best parts of his body Nerevar hadn’t noticed before. His cute stomach, his long legs, those perfect thighs of his… And the makeup made the seductive little pout on his lips so much more attractive. Sometimes he’d even cry in pleasure, his mascara running, all while begging for someone to get inside him…

By the time Nerevar actually watched through a video of his in its entirety, he was too far gone. He was breathing heavy, stroking himself off as he watched Voryn fuck himself with a toy. His nails were painted such a pretty shade of red too, but Nerevar was mostly looking at his cunt. Pink-brown folds, soaking wet, taking that large, thick toy as he mercilessly fucked himself. He was moaning loudly too, whimpering and begging, ‘breed me, breed me’ over and over…

Nerevar threw his head back, groaning long and low as he came. And he came hard, his legs trembling as he made a mess into the t-shirt he grabbed off the floor. 

And then guilt hit him as he closed the page again, face burning red.

“What the fuck did I just do…” He thunked his head hard against his desk, groaning in despair.

He’d jacked off to his best friend. 

Nerevar Mora had jacked off to his best friend’s videos, cumming long and hard to the thought of fucking him.

“I need a shower.” He reasoned as he turned off his computer. “I need a fucking shower.” 

—

It would have been best to leave that in the past. To delete his fucking account, forget it ever happened, and take that secret with him to the grave.

But Nerevar rarely made the best decisions in life, hence why he was once again back on the stupid fucking website again.

He shouldn’t. Nerevar knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It was morally wrong—wouldn’t Voryn be grossed out to the thought of his best friend masturbating to his fucking videos? It was one thing for strangers to pay you for it, it was another for people you personally knew to be getting off to you without your consent, right? 

In his defense, Nerevar had tried looking at different porn. Shitty reuploads on free sites like pornhub, Reddit, you name it. However, his thoughts kept drifting on how they didn’t do it quite like Voryn did. They weren’t exciting him as much as the dark haired, long legged guy in a short skirt begging in such a beautiful tone of voice. 

It was a new video too, and Nerevar was already feeling excited just as he pressed play, laying in bed. It was the dead of night in otherwise complete darkness, perfect time to hide his shame. 

Voryn started off the video with a few thanks to new subscribers, before he really got down to it. It was a longer video too so he was warming himself up plenty, rubbing his lithe fingers across his t-dick until it was nice and hard, before giving a nice, just firm enough slap to his cunt.

Nerevar groaned, his cock twitching.

“Did you know… Someone called me a cock-tease today while I was out and it got me so wet…” Voryn groaned softly, before rubbing and stroking at his dick. 

“You are a fucking cock-tease…” Nerevar mumbled softly, stroking himself slowly. 

“Mmm… Even my nipples were so hard, poking through my shirt…” Nerevar knew that likely wasn’t the case; it was cold here, and Voryn hated the cold so much he layered up to the point you could barely see anything of him. Thick pants, thick socks, big boots, a hoodie and coat. Likely no one was calling him a fucking cock-tease and getting him all hot and bothered while he was out and about. 

But fuck if it wasn’t a fun think to imagine… Maybe the weather would be warmer, and Voryn was dressed like this. He could see them at the mall, like they often went when Nerevar wanted to check out some new games and Voryn tagged along complaining the whole time. Except this time Voryn would be hanging off his arm, stroking his back… Innocent enough touches until Nerevar was getting hot and bothered, only for Nerevar to grab him by the waist and call him a fucking cock-tease, whispering it in his ear…. 

And fuck, those pierced nipples poking through that thin, tight little shirt he was wearing, his cheeks flushed as he bit his lip… Nerevar knew he’d hardly be able to help himself. He’d subtly grab his ass too while he was at it—that or give it a nice firm slap before he continued on.

And then he’d take Voryn home and fuck him until he was screaming Nerevar’s name—

“I just need someone to put me in my place…” Voryn purred, before moaning as he thrust two fingers in and out of him. “I can only think with my slutty little boycunt…” Fuck, the sound of his fingers going in and out of him was making Nerevar’s head spin as he turned up the volume. “I need someone to bend me over and fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me until I lose my voice…” Nerevar’s cock twitched at that as his hand sped up. “Fill me up too~” Nerevar groaned audibly, biting his own lip. “Cum inside me recklessly… Or even hold me down and breed me intentionally, punish me for being a stupid little whore who can only think with his pussy~”

He then brought out a toy, setting it up with surprising speed, moving the camera with impressive skill, so it was clear to see his cut while he rode it, sliding up and down while moaning obscenely.

“Yes~!” He moaned wantonly. “I need someone to fuck me~!! Please, god, please fuck me~! Knock me up! Fuck me like a—like a toy~!” Nerevar was stroking fast now, his breathing heavy as he imagined Voryn riding him. “Just keep me like a little pet~! Please—“

Voryn continued to whine and moan, begging so needily and loudly, almost entirely earnestly too. Nerevar’s biggest criticism was how dull the moaning in porn was; bland, kinda bored, almost afraid of being too extreme so instead it was banal and almost distracting from the rest of it. But Voryn sounded so hot as he moaned and begged, fucking himself on that toy until he was closer and closer—

“Voryn~” Nerevar moaned as he came, eyes shut tight as shot thick ropes of cum, wishing more than anything that he was cumming inside of Voryn.

Then, he turned the video off, still panting, one arm thrown over his eyes as shame washed over him again.

“Fuck…” 

—

Nerevar tried to subscribe to others, but time and time again he found himself bored of them, returning once again to Voryn’s page. Honestly, I’m his efforts to break the habit, he tried to go two weeks without jacking off to the thought of Voryn, only to wake up from a wet dream about the other man and finishing himself off as he clung to the fantasy still drifting around in his head from sleep. 

It had now been months since this little habit of his started. The weather was warming up. Nerevar had even made a few bold comments on the videos from time to time, talking about how cute Voryn’s clothes were, how sexy his pierced nipples were and how he wanted to play with them, and how perfect he looked playing with his t-dick… He was using a username though, so obviously Voryn wouldn’t know, and it was in line with many of the other comments he got…

Of course, it would be one thing if it ended there. But it didn’t.

Voryn had a wishlist linked—something common enough. Sometimes he’d get sent stuff like new outfits, shoes, some makeup or skincare, and toys. And whenever he did, Voryn would make a special little video thanking them, usually showing it off and then jacking off. 

Nerevar found himself fantasizing though. Every time Voryn wore a familiar article of clothing Nerevar had seen before, he felt an almost possessive flare in him. He wanted Voryn dressed up just for him. He wanted Voryn touching himself while wearing things Nerevar bought him, fucking himself with a toy Nerevar told him to, legs spread wide as he moaned Nerevar’s name over and over again…

It was something he couldn’t get though, which made him swear every time. If you paid him enough, Voryn would moan your name in a special, private video. But Nerevar couldn’t do that—Voryn would fucking know it’s him. Nerevar’s name was uncommon as is, and there was no point giving a fake name either when it wouldn’t get him off the same way.

So instead, he wanted to get as close as possible. He saved up the money, looked at the wishlist, and bought all of his favorite stuff from it. A nice little outfit, a new toy, new underwear, and most importantly…

A collar. A nice, big collar to put on his pretty little neck.

When Nerevar got the notification for the video, he couldn’t help but grin as he turned off his game, hurried upstairs, and locked the door behind him. He got comfortable on the bed too, getting ready to watch, already thrilled by the fact Voryn was wearing the collar in the preview.

Fuck he looked hot in it. It looked better than Nerevar had even imagined.

“This is a very special video,” Voryn began, almost embarrassed. “One of my fans decided to spoil me, after all.” Nerevar couldn’t help but keep grinning as he put lube on his hand—before he’d go dry or just spit on his hand honestly, but he liked the slip now, feeding into his fantasies of fucking Voryn. 

“Look, he bought me a whole outfit. Even a collar, new shoes…” Voryn showed off a bit, before pulling the pleated skirt he was wearing up ever so slightly. “Even a nice new pair of panties for me…” Voryn then gave a knowing, coy look to the camera as he flicked his hand and let the short skirt fall. “Not to mention a toy I’ve been dying to try out I saved just for this video…”

It was a large vibrator. Nerevar had actually, for some ungodly reason, researched what would be the best and feel good. It was a personal massager wand, powerful enough it needed to be plugged in rather than just use batteries, and he threw in some attachments for it too. Others might buy toys based on what was hottest to watch, but Nerevar in some way wanted to make sure Voryn felt good too. 

It was tantalizing to watch as he slowly slid the underwear off, making a little show of the black lace coming down his thighs, before sitting himself on his bed, vibrator in hand.

“Much stronger than I’m used to…” Voryn sounded breathless as he looked at it. “So much bigger than it looked online…” He even had the attachments all out, ready to use. “I hope it won’t be too intense on my cock… Usually I just use my hands or a smaller toy on it, but he did say he wanted to watch me cum with this.” He shot another knowing look to the camera and Nerevar shivered, watching as he moved it down between his legs, and turned it on the lowest setting.

Voryn then made an undignified yelp, moving up and back off his cock, before moaning as he slid it closer and closer, his hips squirming.

“So good~!” Voryn moaned earnestly. “F-fuck it’s—“ Another loud moan cut him off as he panted, eyes rolled back. “I can’t think~!! My brain is melting! It feels too damn good on my cock~!!” 

Nerevar was groaning himself, stroking himself off as he watched eagerly. His hips were squirming so much, his cunt barely visible from the large head of the vibrator as one hand had to grip it tight, the other gripping his sheets. 

“Yes~! Fuck yes!!” Gods Nerevar loved hearing him swear with such a pretty little mouth and deep voice. In the comments coming in Nerevar could see the others were enjoying it too, praising him for cumming so hard, and how hard his t-dick was by the end of it. Nerevar licked his lips, eager to see how he’d look by the end. He loved the visible tear stains from when he came so hard, his cock hard, pussy completely soaked… He just knew it was going to be one of those videos by the end, his absolutely favorite kind—

A text then came in, and Nerevar dropped his phone in shock. He fumbled, Voryn still moaning in his headphones as he paused the video, opening up the text with his heart racing in anxiety.

It was from Voryn. 

“I’m downstairs. I knocked and called but you didn’t answer.” 

Fuck. Fuck he must have missed the call while he was getting ready to jack off. He hurried, wiping his hands and pulling on his pants and shirt as a second text came in. “Your car is here so I know you’re home Neht.”

A few more moments of fumbling, closing the video entirely as he redressed and hurried down stairs, only to see a very annoyed Voryn waiting for him. His arms were crossed, bag slung over his shoulder, plush hoodie on.

“It took you long enough.” Voryn rolled his eyes. Nerevar was still in panic mode though, laughing nervously, cheeks and ears red.

“Yeah I was just—just watching a stream upstairs. I must have missed your call in the bathroom!” He was overexplaining now, a clear tell he was bullshitting. Should he act angry instead? Voryn had been the one to drop by unannounced. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Voryn hummed as he walked in, taking off his shoes—the nice, modest pair of boots Nerevar had bought for him in fact. He swallowed roughly at the sight, hoping his arousal, which still hadn’t fully gone down despite his panicking? wasn’t showing.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He said, in a tone Nerevar couldn’t tell was sarcastic or not. 

“Did you—did you need something? I mean,” Nerevar fumbled again, tongue tied having been interrupted mid masturbation just as it was getting good by said person he was jacking off to. “Y-you don’t normally show up here out of the blue, so I…”

“I don’t, no.” Voryn shrugged slightly. “But I wanted to show you something.”

“Show me something?” Nerevar raised an eyebrow, but he couldn’t help but get nervous. 

“It’s a present for you, in a way.” Voryn replied, already walking up the stairs to Nerevar’s room. Reluctantly, Nerevar followed, still wondering what this was all about. Maybe Voryn got him a new game? Some new streaming equipment? New computer parts from Sil? Who fucking knew anymore. 

At least in his room, despite a few clothes on the ground and his blankets a mess, it didn’t look suspicious. Voryn didn’t even comment on his computer not being on despite Nerevar having supposedly been watching a stream earlier.

“So…” Nerevar began as Voryn stood there for a moment, before casually tossing the bag on Nerevar’s rather large bed. “What’s the present?” 

“Sit down first.” Voryn said, and cautiously still, Nerevar sat down on the bed, still anxious. Something about Voryn’s behavior was a bit off—his movements were too stiff, and it made Nerevar’s guilt eat away at him. 

While he his mind was anxiously running circles in his head, Voryn rifled around the bag, pulling something out he hid with the sleeve of his hoodie, before turning away. He was then messing with something Nerevar couldn’t see, before tugging the hoodie up and over his head, black hair falling down his back.

When he turned around though, Nerevar stopped breathing. His brain short circuited as he realized what Voryn was wearing.

The shirt Nerevar got him. The fucking collar too that he had quickly put on, was around his neck. Nerevar couldn’t even fully process it though as Voryn put a hand on his shoulder, sliding up it, before moving to his ear.

“I brought the skirt too, if you want to see it…” Voryn whispered, and Nerevar nearly choked.

“I-I’m—“ His face was burning red, he could feel it. “W-what are you talking about?”

“Don’t give me that.” Voryn brought one knee up on the bed, half straddling him. “You used that username in middle school all the time, do you think I wouldn’t know it was you?” Nerevar went stiff as a board under him, swearing up a storm mentally. 

“Voryn, I’m so—“

“Shut up.” Voryn covered his mouth with his hand, though he didn’t look that angry. In fact, he only looked mildly annoyed. “I didn’t say anything at first. I thought you must just be playing a prank on me. And then…” Voryn’s face softened. “You started leaving comments, paying more and more…” Nerevar swallowed roughly again as Voryn got a half-lidded look to his eyes. “Constantly praising my body, telling me how I was perfect for you…” Voryn had uncovered his mouth now, instead thumbing his lower lip as Nerevar stared up at him. “How badly you wanted to touch me…”

Nerevar’s throat felt dry as he tried hard to keep his eyes from drifting down towards the collar around Voryn’s neck.

“And then you went and bought me all this. Leaving a note that you wanted to see me dressed up just for you…” Voryn brought his other knee up now, fully straddling him with his other hand wrapped around Nerevar’s shoulder. For balance, Nerevar braced himself with one hand on the bed behind him, the other delicately placed on Voryn’s waist in case he fell. “And how you wanted to watch me cum over and over with that toy too…”

“I…” Nerevar didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t fucking breathe; Voryn looked so much more beautiful right here, barely any makeup on and straddling him, than he did in any of the videos Nerevar had seen. 

Then, Voryn gave him a coy little smile. “I brought the toy too, if you want to watch me.” Nerevar’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating. “I’ll let you use it on me if you want to.” Voryn stroked some of the messy hair from Nerevar’s face. “Would you like that?” 

“Yes,” Nerevar whispered breathlessly. “Yes I…” 

Voryn then pulled up his shirt, revealing his chest. Nerevar could have moaned from just the sight.

“You’re always commenting on how much you like my piercings.” Voryn was smirking now. “Go on. Enjoy them.” 

#nerevoryn #my writing #wip #nsft #im half awake so #it is what it is.

[wide-ride]

Chat Fat (sudden wg, dirty talk)

Amy let out a giggle with a nervous edge as she leaned closer to her computer monitor. It wasn’t as if she were new to the niche chatrooms that catered to the fantasies of, well, fans of fat. However, it was rare for her to find anyone online that she really enjoyed talking to and, as she read the next message and bounced excitedly on her ample thighs, was good at turning her on.

Amy was a young woman, just out of community college and working in hospitality. She had always carried a bit of extra heft, hovering just below the 200 pound mark ever since she was a teen. She hid her weight behind flattering clothes and plenty of elastic waistbands. When she stood on the scale, the wavering of the dial just below the big 2-0-0 made her stare with both fear and longing. Longing because she wanted nothing more than to be pampered and fattened and kept deliciously full; fear because the rigors of real life didn’t quite allow for that.

So she lived out her desires through messages and photos traded with men that frequented chatrooms that allowed for anonymity. Unfortunately, most of her conversations had petered out into awkward one-sidedness, boredom, or simply one participant ghosting the other. There were one or two that she had really enjoyed keeping in touch with, but one had left the chat scene when a real life relationship became more serious and the other just seemed to be busy. She had started talking to his new man today and the conversation had become so hot so quickly that she felt giddily disoriented.

In her last few messages, she had described her imagined ideal body weight and type, and he had responded with all the myriad ways he would love to feed her up to that size. She was typing out a response in turn when a short message blipped onto the screen.

“I could do that for you”, the message read, a common enough sentiment from oft-lonely online feeders, “if you wanted me to.”

“I’d love it,” she replied, and added a winky face. She went back to typing up a more descriptively erotic response to his earlier paragraph but another message popped up.

“I could show you,” it said. Her stomach did a little flip in trepidation of having to turn down a person she had literally just met on the internet but another message arrived.

“Let me rephrase that. I can give you a little preview of how things would be if I were feeding you.”

Amy smiled excitedly, but she was still a bit confused. She was more than glad to continue typing up responses to his described feeding session, but his previous messages basically were a preview of how things would be if he were feeding her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“One sec,” was his reply. She pursed her lips and let out a little sigh.

“No prob,” she responded. She leaned back in her desk chair. She idly wondered if she should take a nice picture for him to return to. She picked up her phone and fiddled with it, wondering if the higher quality of the phone over her webcam would be worth the bother of transferring the pictures to the computer. It was a shame that the site she liked to chat on had not yet released a mobile app.

When she stood from the chair, the sensation of her shirt growing taut over her belly gave her pause. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse as to best show off her curves, but surely the bottom hem hadn’t ridden up so easily before. She pressed her fingers into her gut with disbelief. Maybe she was closer to the 200 pound milestone than she thought.

A new message arrived. “Sorry, back now. How are you feeling?”

There was a thrum of heat that passed through her when she ran her fingers along the soft curve of her belly that now hung a little lower. She typed out a response with one hand. “Really good :) Welcome back lol.”

“Good is good to hear. But as I was saying...if I were your feeder I think I would have you eating 24/7. If we want to get you that heavy, wobbling belly that you want, you’re going to have a steadily high caloric intake. Are you a fan of pancakes for breakfast?”

Amy grinned and sat back down in her chair. Her belly rested heavily on her thighs. The base of the armrests dug a little more into her hips than she remembered.

“I love pancakes! And waffles, and french toast...I’d be more than fine carboloading for breakfast. Especially if it’s loaded with syrup and butter. Lol thinking about it is making me feel fatter already.”

His response made an electric chill shiver down her spine. “That’s because you are fatter already. Isn’t that right?”

Amy wasn’t wearing a bra. She could feel her breasts pressing heavily against the fabric, the sensation of it making her nipples perk against cloth. She squirmed in her chair and had to keep from moaning at the sensation of her belly and tits wobbling as she moved.

Another message arrived. “Don’t worry about typing a response. I’m sure you’re enjoying finally getting to feel like the well-fed fatty you deserve to be.”

The buttons of her shirt were struggling. In a haze she watched as her belly heavily spread out on her thick thighs, her bellybutton nearing her knees. The fat was pumping in smoothly, making her stomach round yet bottom heavy, like a beanbag chair. As buttons began to pop she felt her swelling breasts fall to hang free of the confines of her shirt. Her still-plumping belly made supported them, but as they grew heavier they began to sag to the sides.

“I’m sure you’re looking like a prize pig about now. I think by that size I’d have you addicted to food. That big round belly of yours is going to crave being stuffed full. Hell, you’ll be begging me for a funnel just to make sure you’re always topped off.”

Amy moaned as her belly jolted forward, as if it had been instantly been packed with food. She felt deliriously full. As her hips grew wider, thick love handles began to form. Her underwear was stretched to its limit and the elastic dug viciously beneath one of them.

“If I can ever get you to take a break from eating, I’d love to watch you try to walk...all that lard jiggling as you struggle to waddle even a few steps...”

Amy tried to reach between her legs and discovered two things. One, her belly and tits were so round and swollen that she could not reach. Two, her ass was so fat that she was completely wedged in her chair. Her vain struggle to even reach forward to the keyboard did nothing but make her wobble. She was so horny that it was hard to think, and her inability to move was only making it worse. She could just barely grind herself against the seat of the chair. She kneaded a nipple, thankfully still within her reach, and it felt so sensitive and lush that she cried out.

“Yes, I’m sure you’d make a great piggy for me. You want nothing more than to pack on pounds. I doubt you’d even blink at surpassing immobility. You’ve got simple desires: feeding and fucking.”

Amy felt so awfully close. Her fat gut was spilling over her knees.

“But I did say this was just a preview.”

And like that, it was all gone. Amy was her usual self, sitting in front of her computer screen, her blouse stretched to ruin as the only sign that anything was amiss. She took a few minutes to catch her breath before hurriedly typing out a response.

“So, where did you say you were from again?”

#weight gain #weight gain fiction #wrote this on dA ages ago but may as well post here #weight gain writing

[lousymoonwalker]

Little rant about live action remakes, specifically HTTYD

Okay, so sometimes when I am reminded that HTTYD is getting a live action remake, it kinda makes my stomach hurt. Why? Let me tell you.

I watched HTTYD as a kid and kinda forgot about it, but in 2020, when the world was falling apart, I turned to it and fell in love. Like obsessed. I hyper-fixated on it for months. I watched all three movies, the short films, RTTE, and a few episodes of DoB that I could find for free lol. I read the fanfics and have obsessed over fan-art (seriously guys, whoever is talented enough to draw, keep it up! I love y'alls fan-art so much!!) I listened to John Powell's music while I completed my online homework, it felt so stable to me. The characters, the music, the beauty of the animation, it was comforting. Especially during such an awful time.

When I heard that there was a live-action film in the works, it literally made me sick. I refuse to watch the D*sney remakes because they're all soulless cash-grabs. But, I also admit that I have never been as attached to any of the Mouse movies as much as I have been with HTTYD. One of my friends asked me why I am not happy with this because he knows I love the series. So here is my little rant and reasons as to why I am dreading this so much.

1) Did the fans ask for this?? No. It's not as simple as, "just don't watch it". When this movie inevitably makes a ton of new changes (like all live action remakes) those changes will become actual canon. Whatever changes are made will affect what we know about the world of Berk and the characters of it. We as a fandom, have done a pretty good job of appreciating these characters for who they are and the story for what it is and growing it through some pretty great head cannons. Well, guess what, that could all change. Whoopie doo!

2) The degradation of Animation. Animation is an art form. Not a genre. It is a medium. Yet, time and time again it is presented as something childish and something that cannot be taken seriously. (I've recently had an argument with my friend because he thinks he's much too mature to watch animated movies). Each and every-time an animated movie is remade, it is a slap to the face of every animator who worked their butts off to make it as beautiful as possible. And in an effort to make the remakes more realistic, they are often washed out and use bland colors. Can you imagine the unholy offspring we'll get with Toothless and the other dragons when they are made "realistic"??

Let's appreciate scenes like this:

and this

or this

also, can't forget about the hidden world,

these scenes are GORGEOUS. They are not realistic, why should they be?? This is a series about dragons, not taxes, it doesn't have to be realistic. The colors, the textures, every element works together, beautifully.

Some honorable mentions: the scene in HTTYD 2, when Stoick is walking into the blacksmith shop,,, the way the light shines on him as he walks... ugghh BEAUTIFUL

the sand on the beach in THW when Toothless is drawing a picture of the Light Fury, I swear that sand is real. The animators went HARD and for what?? for the company to come in only a few short years later and decide that it is too unrealistic or not valid enough as an art form?? i'd be pretty upset.

3) This will cause unnecessary trends on social media. (This is specifically a rant that stems from my own lack of confidence, sorry in advance) Look, I hate to say it, but I naturally gatekeep stuff. I like to feel unique and like my interests are my own, so it pains me when the internet will find something niche that I love and ruin it with unnecessary trends. For example, I love Avatar, (yes... the "blue one" :/). So for years, the fandom was kinda controlled, I appreciated the artwork and content from real fans and honestly I liked when nobody even really knew the Avatar fandom was still going strong. But, with the release of The Way of Water, all of a sudden, everyone on TikTok and Instagram became the biggest fans ever or at least pretended to be. One of my friends is an aspiring makeup artist and she did the Na'vi look despite never having seen either movie. All of a sudden, this special thing I was interested in, blew up. That is what is going to happen to this fandom at least for a while. I won't be able to find real fans because everyone will just post all kinds of things and create new trends using John Powell's music. I'm all about getting new fans and being welcoming to actual fans. But it won't be all fans, it'll just be content creators needing to stick with the trends. People who haven't seen any of the HTTYD films since they were children are going to act like they've been waiting for this moment their entire lives. Idk, I'm kinda cynical, if you couldn't tell. I truthfully like ppl actually becoming fans and I don't want to discourage that, but I don't want to lose the real fans to the internet trends. and I am afraid that I will. At least for a few months after the release.

4) Dreamworks only really exists as a middle-finger to Disney. With Disney really sucking it up with their live actions in the past few years, and Dreamworks KILLING it with their new and exciting animated movies (Puss in Boots anyone??), I really thought they would continue trying to capitalize on honing their skills as animators. But, it makes sense that Dreamworks is trying their hand at something Disney does, but trying to make it better. I actually think Dreamworks will be better. I mean, we still got Dean DeBlois, which is a major win. Plus, in general, Dreamworks tends to take their time and create something actually good. So, I don't think the quality will be the problem, I just wish they wouldn't stoop to Disney's level.

5) We're wasting time instead of making a new work. Okay, let's say that Dreamworks HAS to create a live-action film. Create a new story. We wrapped up HTTYD with a pretty bow, now, let them sleep. Leave the story alone so you don't f- it up. Because as we all know, the more you f- around, the more you find out.

Look, as I said earlier, I don't think it will be crap quality or even a bad movie. I'm glad we get Dean DeBlois again and I really think that is going to make a huge difference. I'm not even upset by the casting of Hiccup and Astrid. I just don't want to lose one of my favorite franchises to watch it become a deflated, boring, bland reenactment that continues to be just another cash-grab. It makes me genuinely sad.

As long as the series is over, I feel like nothing can touch it. Nothing can ruin it. But, the second it is resurrected from the dead, it becomes fair play for anyone on the internet to regurgitate it and ruin the magic and now, this entire fandom is at the mercy of a few writers and one big corporation determined to one-up the competition as well as content creators looking for a new trend to get-in on.

Anyways, I love that as a fandom, we're all still here. I am proud that y'all are still making art and fanfics (keep going, pls). If we stick together, we can weather this storm. And maybe, if we all cross our fingers, we might get a decent new movie that is fun to watch and is respectful to the original material and is something us fans can approve of.

#httyd #httyd 2 #httyd thw #live action #dreamworks #disney #how to train your dragon #hiccup #I just needed to rant

[tothedarkdarkseas]

Okay, now I'm genuinely curious to hear what ideas you'd have if you were in charge of making Stu TikToks. I'm prepared to be amused and also horrified in the best way possible.

I'm sorry for the delay! (It's been a hell of a weekend.) When I first wrote something about the character profiles they made for Tiktok during P6, I'd never used the app. Nowadays, every social media app has their own version of shorts/reels/et cetera, and my only exposure to Tiktok now is through reposted content on YouTube or Instagram. I've come away with two impressions: there are major trends that dominate the average experience but also thriving niche communities for anything, and I'll be hearing "A little context if you care to listen, I find myself in a shit position" on my deathbed.

That all being said, here's what Stu's Tiktok page would look like if it were up to me!

He's active, but not constantly so. Not enough to give the impression he's got a routine, not a one video per day sort of user. Still, he posts too much to be passive. Always featuring himself.

Football videos. I'm sorry, I'm playing the hits (assuming the audience is... mostly me, haha) but football videos. The phone's sticking up out of a cup on a metal table in the garden. The videos are all raw footage, no snappy edits or even music overlaid-- rather, he's got one Bose earbud in and the other down in the cup to amplify sound, the music now recorded secondhand just utterly garbled. He's occasionally got his Chelsea kit on, but not always. The videos are not concise. Three to seven minutes on average of him running around, no one playing opposite him, just showing off his footwork and kicking the ball into the unguarded net. The videos all begin and end with him way too close to the camera as he starts and stops recording.

I'm imagining a thirst trap that Murdoc's recorded of him returning to his bedroom after a shower, hair and chest wet with his towel on his shoulder. He asks "Are you filming?" and then proceeds to tepidly hem and haw, doing nothing to stop him. He captions the video cant believ he film this. geri attic geezer.. goin tp get him back. (He's clearly unbothered because he knows he's fit.)

Too-dark videos of himself in bed shot with the forward facing camera, usually high, looking like he's just woken from a 7-hour nap. These are usually cloudy-headed musings about nature, music, death, life. Occasionally he says something crass or unintentionally funny, but for the most part they're just on the other side of incomprehensible. There's an internal logic to his musings, you assume, but he'll eventually stray too far for someone outside his head to follow.

I wouldn't be mad if these sorts of videos were occasionally quite astute, quite depressing, wise in a sort of sour way. But if I were "directing" things, I think it'd be best to space those between videos he reckons are touching a raw, truthful nerve, but are mostly sort of aimless and shot up his nose.

He'll play piano, or melodica, or marimba, or experiment with singing bowls or finger cymbals. He'll occasionally sing Gorillaz songs acoustic, or cover The Human League, or try out new material. In the latter case, he is notably high or notably low, so to speak. He never comes across entirely clear or professional.

He probably records in studio at times, trying much too hard to look important while remaining casual. He'll record something quick at an award show, showing nothing impressive to the camera and instead filming from his crotch in the car or a dressing room. Stu really ricochets between glamorizing and deglamorizing celebrity, I think, and you're often left feeling uncertain whether that was or wasn't intentional.

I don't know if you're able to see other users' liked videos/if their "FYP" is visible at all, but Stu's is all fanmade Chelsea reels, official Chelsea reels from players or WAGs, borderline pornography, "long-distance reiki healing" sessions/generally grifty new age spiritualist videos, extremely technical mechanical repairs primarily on synthesizers or soundboards done in silence, world music played straight to camera with little fanfare, very local British food chain content, SpraypaintTok, fashion and sneakerhead videos that he's not sure he actually gets but he understands have a certain value to his image, and the occasional animal doing something funny. The algorithm strongly favors the Chelsea, the partial nudity, and the fiddly repairs.

Sadly I don't think I've delivered on much horrifying content here! Suspending disbelief that there is no social media manager patrolling what he can and cannot post: he is, of course, not above filming a touch of borderline pornography himself. Never with Murdoc, even if their fingerprints both linger in other ways, but certainly with women in short dresses, heads tucked to his neck to obscure their face, his hand firm enough on their thigh to leave white lines in their wake. There's nothing that would get him flagged-- they're clothed, if unbuttoned, but there's a sort of editorial sleaze to it. His own head rocks to the side, self-impressed. Sometimes he buries in touring or award show content and captions it berlin. thanx for the memmory. o might be munich.

That's all I have for now, sorry if it's less scummy than you'd hoped! My brain's a bit fried lately. I'm open to your suggestions as well!

[noxiatoxia]

since u asked i think ur ouranposting is indeed #based as hell (literally what im here for but also i dont get the memes u reblog from anyone else either) and honestly the world needs more twincestmaxxing, i hate how this stuff got so discouraged like i used to be one of the big elricest posters literally ten years ago and now tags are dead. i like it when ppl tag even their short text posts ("guys imagine they did xyz" and im like yeah man im imaging that now. hits the like button) bc its SOMETHING for the other ppl to see and laugh at and enjoy. i appreciate that about the hikakao ppl on here a lot, you included.

THANK YOU MY HIKAKAO POSTER IN CHRIST. also yeah sorry all my other reblogs are literal nonsense im going through it (psychosis)

well anywayzz, i totally agree with you there. i was also pretty online during the "anything goes" era of the internet, and so modern landscapes of culture around shipping and shit is pretty dumb to me. In most aspects, really. I don't get the whole "us vs them" mentality of proshippers/anti-shippers or whatever, i'm pretty individualistic in the sense that i feel this shouldn't be a group thing and it should just be "post whatever u feel like and if u see smth u dont like block and move on, that easy". also cuz overall the whole shipping morality thing in and of itself ties back to morality in what fiction is and isnt okay and that is a HUUUGELY nuanced discussion that CANNOT be boiled down to just 2 sides......so i very much disagree with that approach. i know i have people on "either" side following me, ppl who identify as proshippers or antis, n just to clarify i have nothing against either "side", u do u, not my business, i just personally don't agree with the idea of whittling it down to something so anti-nuanced. but hey again this is why i don't rlly discuss this sort of thing on here bcuz it's a biiig biig serious topic and brotha im on tumblr dot com posting about twincest from a 2000s anime does it look like im taking myself very seriously here...

ANYWHO! ouran is a very small fandom at this point in time so hikakao even more so. but im glad i've found a niche community and i appreciate all my fellow posters :] whether u are a lurker or on that #grind making art, i love u.

#;noxiatalks2ya

[monstrouslyobsessed]

some super quick ask answering!! you know the drill.

tw: sex-ual implications, links to n'sfw works, and references to gore

Oh, may I give a few recs? Not exactly the yandere ones, but monster ones – Nemu is a treasure, really! I loved monster design in Lustful Kitty Cat and Tanuki's Lover is rlly sweet xD If talking about more yandere side, A Gently Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl r kinda nice, but I'm not a fan of artstyle.

Hope u didn't mind it, have a nice day!

(here's links on that recs, pls ignore if this is too much x"D)

Few of Nemu works: Lustful kitty cat--- bato.to/series/101308/lustful-little-kitty-cat Kissing is a no-no--- bato.to/series/101223/kissing-is-a-no-no Love Marking(sequel to kissing is a no no)--- bato.to/series/105109/love-marking Pure wet love--- bato.to/series/98787/pure-wet-love Tanuki's Lover--- bato.to/series/105054/tanuki-s-lover-official --- A Gently Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl --- https://comiko.net/chapter/2044214

Again, have a nice day! —anonymous

ive read all of those!! good taste, nonnie <3 especially since ive lost couple links and i couldn’t find them again. tysm!!

note to the curious: all of these are not safe for work!! and a couple may contain noncon. proceed on your own discrete.

Lol don’t apologize, I knew it was gonna be fucked when I read the tags I just didn’t realize ppl were making hentai into psychological warfare nowadays haha —anonymous

yeah (good written) horror pron (as in with legit pron) would do that to ya, theyre not that common though, which is unfortunate as it’s a niche thing i wouldve loved to see more of. pretty rare to find a good / decent story with both horror and pron, more so with the character leads surviving in the end. you’ll find more of these in animation, but in the live action ones (which…i don’t usually browse for, tbh), it’s a huge hit or miss with mostly on the miss since what ive seen is literally just pron on the horror setting and that is it. :\

i do try and contribute to that niche however i can tho lol

Any thoughts on the upcoming FF7 Rebirth game? —anonymous

im broke and i don’t have ps5 :c but also, gimme my vinny boi. where is he.

I think your re-interpretation of the Krasue was cool. I don't see why it would be offensive. But I wonder, when reader saw him without his scarf, he ripped his torso out of the rest of his body? I didn't really understand. —anonymous

sorry nonnie! i tried to keep the story short so ive left out some details (my bad) and ive sorta kept that vague for the readers personal interpretation. i actually kinda imagined several ways the darling couldve caught him changing

i also mentioned that the neighbor also wears long sleeves and gloves, ya? so he was probably all ‘gross’ under his neck thus why he had to wear a scarf. the reader walked in on him ‘naked’.

i also paralleled the scarf to another less commonly known story, The Woman With the Ribbon Around Her Neck, in which if the ribbon is removed, the woman basically falls apart. you can assume that the scarf could potentially do the same, getting it removed would have the neighbor ‘falling’ apart, so to say. the reader walked on him ‘falling’ apart the seconds after he’d discarded his scarf to let his ‘skin’ breathe or whatever.

another way is that, he was hiding the scars you'd have commonly seen with the dead who’d undergone the autopsy, but the stitches couldn’t keep him ‘together’ well enough so he’d have to wear a scarf and everything else to hide the fact that he was basically a walking corpse slash a monster possessing a human skin. the reader walked on him and caught the sight of his abnormal stitches and the neighbor probably started overreacting upon seeing his darling and tore himself out of his body or something. idk.

those are just several possibilities though (i…actually liked them all and i couldn’t decide on which to implement), but all revolving around the fact that the neighbor obviously never wanted to show any bit of naked skin but his face for good reasons + the reader being oblivious / a bit pushy about it.

i actually tried to have the story to sound a little like a common myth to teach a lesson about being too curious / too trusting but idk if that came cross that clearly.

hope that explained some??

and ig im being a bit of worrywart. i never wanted to offend anyone over their cultural values, as their culture is an important part of who they are.

slowly chipping away at my inktober thing. no promises though, since its giving me a bit of trouble and having debates if its too long or not lol

also, yep, im shadowbanned. i'll be posting a bit more about that tonight. gonna try and appeal. sighs.

as always, my inbox is always open for whatever~!

#☠️monster is whispering... #☠️not writing... #ghosts are curious.👻 #anonymous #asked #answered #a momster's recommendation.🦇 #links #link #tw: gore mention #tw: body horror #implications

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Band- Robin Buckley (1)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Characters: Robin Buckley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi, Can I please request an imagine for Robin (Stranger Things) x female reader where the reader is the lead singer of an all female punk band, and Robin goes to one of the band’s gigs with Steve, and Robin and the reader start a flirty friendship that turns into something more romantic and they share a kiss, please? Thank you so much!

Word Count: 590

Author: Charlotte

Y/B/N- Your band name

It felt like a dumb idea to start a band, but it was something to pass the time for you and your friends to do and lead to minor fame in the alternative scene throughout central Indiana. For the most part people were against your band along with anything remotely punk, but there was a niche circle of people that really enjoyed the concept of an all-female punk band. Your group made your way around the local towns, playing in any bars that would take you and the few dedicated fans that you had made it all worth it.

For that night you were in Hawkins, Indiana at The Hideout to play a short set and hope to grow your fanbase. The bar was almost busy, more people in it than the normal bars you played in and even if half of them were middle-aged drunk men, you were still going to play as though they gave a shit about your music. Your band took the stage, and you sang your heart out. By the end of the set, you felt the normal buzz of excitement that you got from performing in front of a crowd. Your friends agreed to grab a drink before heading home and you weren’t one to turn it down, even if you weren’t legally old enough to drink.

You tidied up your stage as the music returned to the records that the bar picked to play before heading down to the bar. As you tried to manoeuvre over to where your friends had set up base, you bumped into a woman.

When she turned around, you instantly felt flustered. Other than your band, she was probably the only woman there, roughly your own age and beautiful. Words escaped you as you looked over the woman you had accidentally bumped into. Her light brown hair just hit her shoulders where she wore a tattered old jacket, the lapels lined with pins that for the most part matched your own on your rucksack, all covering the current feminism movement and general nerdy or movie related topics.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised. “I didn’t mean to.”

She let out an awkward laugh. “It-t’s okay.”

The man beside her rested a hand on her shoulder, looking at her concerned, rarely ever seeing her just start talking to others.

“You alright, Robin?” He asked.

She nodded her head, trying to subtly hit the man with her but it was far more obvious than she wanted.

“Fine… I’m fine,” she said firmly to him before turning back to you. “You’re the singer from Y/B/N?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, what’d you think? We don’t get many couples at our shows.”

Robin forcefully laughed, looking between you and the man beside her, a snort escaping her.

“Steve and me,” she laughed, her words exploding from her. “We aren’t together, we’re just friends.”

A small smile curled onto your lips. “Sorry for assuming.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s okay. But anyway… your show was amazing, you’re really talented.”

You had received compliments before but coming from Robin it seemed to warm your heart more than any you had received before.

“W-would you like to join us?” Robin said, an over-strained smile upon her face.

Your eyes darted over to your bandmates who were chatting and drinking, not even noticing that you weren’t there. You felt a little bad for abandoning them but when a pretty girl talks to you, you don’t just turn them down.

“I would love to.”

#Band #Anon #Request #Part 1 #Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley Imagine #Robin Buckley One Shot #Stranger Things #Stranger Things One Shot #Stranger Things Imagine #Charlotte

[agentofsunlight]

check please! aerial circus au:

this is the most niche thing i’ve ever posted on the internet but 90% of my free time last month was spent at my local aerial circus studio to prep for a showcase and i also just reread check please! for the first time in years so here’s a little aerial/circus au -- sorry there’s no trapeze in here, i don’t know anything about trapeze. i imagine in this au they have already all graduated from college.

jack: jack was going to be in Cirque Du Soleil (also i did not know until now that Cirque du Soleil is a canadian company started in quebec so that’s actually perfect???) but after his overdose he taught kids aerial classes for a few years, like the really basic intro classes to kids who have never done it before. to everyone’s surprise he moves to the states then joins this local circus troupe that mostly just performs for events in the city. something tells me that jack does straps and sometimes cyr wheel, straps are intense and i’m still scared to try them lol so i think jack would definitely do an apparatus that is very difficult

bitty: the best way to translate figure skater bitty to aerial bitty i think would be the hoop/lyra, you can get spins on other apparatuses too but i’m picturing bitty being one of those people who does very high energy/dynamic routines and can spin super super fast on the lyra without getting dizzy which is a TALENT.

he used to be a dancer up through college but does aerial now so the difference between moving on the ground and moving in the air could be a huge mental block, and instead of a fear of checking he has a fear of heights/falling which is valid but jack is like: um it’s not that different from what you were doing before, if you’re not falling when the hoop is low to the ground, you won’t fall when it’s high either. but they do some one on one practices together and jack is kind of intense but helps bitty trust himself that he knows what he is doing and won’t fall. you also have to be pretty strong to be doing advanced moves and routines so also gives us great opportunity for jack to tell bitty to eat more protein. because i said so, bitty also does a little lollipop lyra (hoop/lyra attached on top of a pole) when he’s feeling spicy

ransom + holster 100000% would do partner acro/hand to hand, they are big guys who also trust each other more than anything which is perfect for hand to hand because you have to put all your trust in your partner and also have to be so strong once you get to the advanced level hand to hand shit

shitty is a pole dancer, i don’t make the rules. there are more reasons i could get into as to why this makes sense but the most important: in order to get the best grip on the pole you need to wear as little clothing as possible and bro. tell me shitty wouldn’t choose the apparatus that lets him be as naked as possible. some guys don’t wear heels/shorts for pole but shitty is confident in his masculinity and will be pole dancing in booty shorts and 8 inch heels

lardo doesn’t actually do any aerial/circus but manages the troupe and circus people are weird so they need a manager to keep them somewhat organized and in line and they would absolutely all fall apart without her. she also helps choreograph routines and helps with makeup and costume design so everyone always looks SO GOOD on performance day

chowder: that boy can do the splits on command as a hockey player so imagine if he actually practiced his flexibility??? this boy is a contortionist. no further explanation

nursey: silks are my favorite so nursey gets to do the silks :) aerial as a general sport is artistic but the silks have a unique extra level to it with colorful fabric and nursey is artsy so he’s a silks guy and has such beautiful routines!! he also is terrible at money management and is constantly buying new silks and new costumes, he has a different set of silks for like every performance, it’s a little out of control. for sure bought some rainbow/tie-dye silks for that time he performed at Pride

dex: when dex first starts, he for sure only uses the corde lisse/rope or straps, which are the more “masculine” apparatuses. rope is very similar to silks but when men do it, they typically do way more strength based routines vs more feminine routines that embellish the artistry. once dex starts to understand himself better and works through some of his internalized homophobia/misogyny, he lets nursey teach him some more artistic stuff and since their specialties are so similar, they do some duo acts

as expected, dex and nursey do NOT get along at first, dex works a regular office/tech job during the day (most of them have day jobs too, they do not get paid enough not to have day jobs) so he can only train in the evening and somehow nursey is ALWAYS there, and nursey is also one of those people who brings a speaker and plays his music out loud while he trains instead of wearing headphones and it annoys the shit out of dex

kent: kent DID join cirque du soleil and him and jack always did duo straps routines, kent mostly does solo acts now,

i could say more and give this actual plot but this is already so long, if you want more tell me and i can easily give you a part II, i don’t know enough about the other characters to give you much but i’m sure with some time and thought i could get into it no problem

#omgcp #check please #circus au

[regulushair]

Short list and two perfumes I returned to:

Crystal Love For Her by Attar Collection - I would say this is pure vanilla syrup but that would sound bad, so let's say this is one of those Tumblr poll vanilla cakes that are more vanilla than cake but there's still a dessert in there somewhere. I don't really feel chocolate but I can imagine it there. It's okay - not my favourite gourmanic perfume but it's alright.

Signorina by Salvatore Ferragamo - this was somehow better than I expected it to be. (I'm sorry, the bottle is cringy.) The top is those very nice and fresh berries (it's red currant which I don't really enjoy food-wise, but apparently like as a smell) that then become fairly abstract lux-ish flowers - still lovely. The dryout is faintly sweet but much less than you'd expect with panacotta being a note there. Not sure if I'll return to it, but it's very nice.

Marry Me by Lanvin - was expecting slightly more prominent white flowers since I was recommended this thing as "white floral". Oddly, the bitter orange at is noticeable - there's slight tartiness at the top which is interesting but the flowers are too abstract for my taste. Also, it disappeared quicker than I'd prefer.

Perles De Lalique by Lalique - patchouli, my patchouli. Again - very prominent patchouli - not like damp basement patchouli, not really chocolate either, but closer to that. They're significantly freshened up with the rose, but the flowers are not very noticeable for my nose. I saw people comparing it to "Encre Noir" but this one is much lighter and much less earthy. Definitely goes to "try again" list.

Happy by Eisenberg - returning to this one in hopes of finding more budget friendly mimosa, but I'm not sure I succeeded. Not that it sounded worse on my skin than it did on the blotter but it was so faint and it disappeared so quickly. So, on the fence about this one.

Musc Noir Rose For Her by Narciso Rodriguez - this one however I loved on myself! Is it complicated or niche? Nope. Is it lovely and mood-lifting? Definitely. It absolutely gave me that fruity rose dessert that stayed on me for a long time, the musk didn't even think about misbehaving and the complete dry-out "aftertaste" was wonderful. Goes to the wish-list.

#perfume #at the alchemist #I'm sorry I think I might be basic but I seem to very much enjoy narciso rodrigues 'women's' fragrances