#this game is probably old news by now but the world still needs to know

[suffer-my-displeasure]

The aesthetics of Magic Awakened is something else

#magic awakened #snape #severus snape #harry potter #when official art goes hard #this game is probably old news by now but the world still needs to know

[thatdeadaquarius]

Have some more language brainrot for your brainrot

Writer reader getting kind of insecure that even if they write something nobody will understand it, so when Al haithem askes you if he can keep a draft or two just for analyzing, there's hesitant agreement but ultimately you tell him to please burn the documents once he's done. They're too awkward to look at now...

Only he doesn't burn them, in fact he ends up recruiting several people close to the creator with knowledge of olden speak to analyze them. A funeral parlor consultant well known for his historical knowledge, a 500 year old shrine maiden who owns and runs her own publishing house, and a bard who somehow butted his way in on the project. None of them could resist the opportunity to witness the creator's sacred scriptures with their own eyes.

Needless to say, the papers ended up being fought over and have been making their rounds around your acolytes. It started with Ei, who insisted that as an archon she also should see the creator's work with her own eyes. Then once Ningguang found out, she ordered they be handed over to a team of literary analysts in order to be properly handled and deciphered. Things got really messy quick, but have luckily come to a halt as none of the acolytes want the creator to know their random writings are being fought over.

Especially when it comes to the creator's sullen additute. Their acolytes first have to convince their holiness that their inability to read and understand the creator's writing shouldn't prevent you from doing what you love. In fact... could they convince you to write some more?

WRITER OR READER WITH TALENTS HAS MY WHOLE HEART LIKE-

On one hand, same 💀 id be terrified for my all time fav skrunklies to see my bs

But at the same time i rlly wanna show them goddamit- THANK U FOR THE BRAIN FOOD IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY HOUSE THINKING ABT THIS-

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them), Writer!Reader

Planet: Language Shenanigans

Orbit: Scenario

Stars: Alhaitham mostly, some of Kaveh, mentions of other Sumeru characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Insecure about craft/writing, anxious first pov (not serious),

& Trigger Warnings: Mild Negative self-talk, insecure perspective/reader “you”, possible anxiety depiction.

You were not a very confident writer.

This had been an avoidable feeling ever since you picked up a pen for the first time and were asked to write a story for school.

You were always anxious turning in essays, letting friends proofread them, anything that would expose your writing to more eyes, because you’d learned the hard way early on that as you get older and better at something, the stuff from the beginning… starts to look a lot different than you remember.

things you used to be proud of after having completed them in the moment, were something you struggled not to rip to shreds a year or two after you re-found it.

If it weren’t for other writers advising holding onto old work so you can see your progress over time, you’d have probably literally nothing older than one year on your ao3, wattpad, etc…

So when you had the fortunate luck (no it is not unfortunately, you are very happy to be here tbh) to fall headfirst into your video game you’ve been obsessed with lately,

You were not planning on showing them any of your writing.

Why would you, after all? You’ve got the weapons, the artifacts, everything they need to be more powerful. Why would you show them a silly little story you wrote? Fanfic or otherwise, not that theyll recognize any characters besides themselves, but still.

Alhaitham, bc ofc it was alhaitham, cocky, deviously aware bastard he is, caught you writing in your spare time first.

You’d gotten your hands on an old journal (if made you feel better than something completely new, a nice worn leather journal, sold at a secondhand shop from an old adventurer) and had started to write what you could remember about some of your ideas you’d had drafts for in your old world

After initially walking in on you writing in the House of Daena (it was the closest you could get to lofi girl, god u missed her lmao), you nearly jumped a foot in the air bc Haitham’s a nosy bitch and leaned over your shoulder and scared the absolute shit out of you, mans goes from asking politely, to begging you to let him read some of your writing over the course of 3 weeks (a month really)

Finally, after this 6 ft (about 180cm) man leans down one day (you’re sitting writing again), and gives you the most insanely good?? puppy dog eyes??? you’ve ever seen on a man???

you give in, revise a draft about 5 times in a row, lose sleep bc ur having a breakdown about alhaitham judging ur writing the night before you give him his copy-

and hand over a small short story for him to read. you specifically leave a little note not to judge you so hard for Haitham bc u werent used to people reading ur work/let alone someone as highly academic as him, ESPECIALLY since your speech is already so much more archaic than his/all of Teyvats-

His stupid green eyes with diamonds look into your soul (are they sparkling??) and he braces your shoulders after you give him his copy,

“Mine Greatest Guide, you hath deemed this one worthy of thy trust of your creations personally, I would be a fool to gaze upon it in jest. To take this work as anything less than a masterpiece in its infant stages.”

…you just leave him to it, and are nearly running out of there (u managed to be calm enough to just speedwalk),

and you make a point to not ask what he thought about it, or even bring it up at all

you’re kind of hoping he forgot tbh… and so nothing happens!

◇

Nothing happens… for 2 weeks after you gave Haitham a copy of your short story.

You still don’t know Alhaitham’s opinion when you see the advertisement, a sign saying something about, a new book? By YOU???

You nearly start a mob because the shopkeeper insisted you sign some copies, but you only signed a few before too many people overwhelmed you, and seeing it was that same draft- !! Oh god, you’d been agonizing over the spelling errors you’d missed when you gave it to Alhaitham, and now it’s just out there???

(luckily it seems the reviews are positive, but dammit you’ve been rereading ur story u gave him for days, and now ur positive it’s shit-)

You make a break for it, and are literally running (more like speed-walking after a while, since u got further away) thru Sumeru City:

you pass by the open patio of a restaurant, the scholars are heatedly discussing ur characterization-

you pass by Dehya, Candace, and Dunyazard, the merc is waving around a copy of ur book, the other two women look excited abt the conversation-

oh my god-

Nahida is relaxing in one of the many little gazebos thruout Sumeru, while Wanderer seems to be reading your story to her-

You fucking track down Alhaitham’s house like a bloodhound.

You are banging the infamous gay roommates’ front door, panting til ur throat burns raw.

“Yes, yes, alright, greetings to you too! I was simply visiting the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, tis why I’m here- Greatest Lord?!”

Kaveh is nearly jumps a foot in the air at the sight of you, but recovers, (you’re still not tho lmao)

and invites you in bc apparently, Alhaitham’s been meaning to talk to you about your draft you gave him!

Oh yeah, you’ve got some words to give Haitham after giving him that damn draft privately-

But when he sees you, the fucker just- smiles??

Like he’s done nothing wrong???

You’re about to tear into him when he speaks first to tell you the good news!

He grabs your hands at the table and gets down on one knee, ohhhh no.

Alhaitham is giving you those damn begging puppy dog eyes again.

“My Greatest Lord, Giver of Power, and Guide to All, your exquisite story has entranced all of Teyvat, might I please insist you write a sequel? It is an excellent literary piece to analyze… or perhaps, even better, share other stories you’ve written??”

…

….Motherfucker.

☆

Hello I’m alive! I just took a longer-than-usual break between posts from those last 2 mammoth pieces about gifts,

1: bc they were a lot to write in between writing other stuff like fanfics im already working on lol 2: I got busy with holidays and trying to apply to jobs!

Not that I’m still not doing that.. but you get what I mean!

Safe Travels Anon,

That being said, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve made a kofi! so if you ever liked my writing (hot mess it is) and want to show me some love, feel free to leave a tip! :]

Iced coffee?? :0

💀♒

☆

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

#hello i live #i just took a longer than normal break between posting bc the gifts were vv big and i had holidays/job searching to do #which i am still looking #but its better now #also gonna start linking my kofi if anybody is feeling generous! :] #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin isekai #my asks #genshin imagines #gender neutral reader #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact isekai #genshin x reader

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Dude, I took over your dad's body.."

"...and goddamn is there a lot of him to work with! I've been a ghost for years now, but I've never been inside a 6' 3" ex-linebacker! I've been checking him out all afternoon, and let me tell you that this man is big and hairy all over," he punctuates his comment with a wink.

Your dad, the man you've looked up to your entire life, is saying things you don't want to think about while casually laying on the couch in nothing but a robe and booty shorts. The urge to puke is suppressed, but you know that Jimmy has crossed a line here. Your deceased friend has possessed bullies, professors, and more, but he's never had the balls to take over your own family. What was he thinking?

"I jumped into him while he was at work. I think his coworkers probably found it strange when I picked up his briefcase and waddled his ass out the door," Jimmy chuckles at the memory, "But don't worry. Your old man had plenty of sick days he wasn't gonna use."

It doesn't take long for you to burst out in anger at the spirit controlling your father. Your face is hot, and you can't stand to watch your dad get puppetted around like a fool!

"Calm the fuck down!" he swears uncharacteristically, "Give this big guy a hug. Come here. Daddy needs some love..."

The thought of hugging your father while he's being forced to act like this feels wrong, but you relent. A part of you is glad for the embrace. It might not actually be your dad, but paternal comfort is exactly what you need right now, and your real dad isn't the type to give his child a hug.

"That's it, son," Jimmy pets your head with your father's thick hands, "Let daddy take care of you. Let your dumb old fart-of-a-father give you some much-needed attention."

You can't help but chuckle at the self-deprecating joke. Your real dad was too proud to laugh at himself, and he'd never made an effort to be anything other than distant and formal with you. In fact, there was a lot your real dad would never do; he'd never leave the office in the middle of the day, he'd never lay around the house like a lazy bum, and he'd certainly never let his hairy chest and thick legs be on full display in front of his disappointing gay son.

Suddenly, while still embraced, you realize there's something poking into your waist.

"Sorry, dude," your father whispers in your ear, "I guess your dad is just happy to see you."

You push him away, insisting that Jimmy needs to stay out of family members' bodies because this just feels so wrong! You search the pair of unnaturally blank eyes for any sign that Jimmy might be listening to you.

"You need to relax, bro," your dad (Jimmy) groans in annoyance. He looks disappointed, but then he sparks up and gives you a new look of excitement. "Son," he says with exaggerated machismo, "Take a page from my book and learn to chill out. It doesn't matter what the world thinks about you or me. I'll prove it to you..."

With a placid grin and blank gaze, your father lumbers past and marches straight out the front door of the house. You're almost too stunned to follow. Was Jimmy really going to parade your dad's body around the neighborhood in nothing but his robe?

"Afternoon, neighbor," your father's rumbling tone bellows across the street, "Lovely weather, today. My son thought I should take my fat hairy gut for a little stroll in the sun. You know us dads have got to keep our boys happy. Am I right?"

Mr. Jones stares at your father from his porch, just as shocked as you are. He often drank beers with this man and every other neighborhood dad at backyard barbecues and living room game watches. This was not how he normally interacted with the man, and it obviously struck him as weird.

"You alright, Bob?" he asks hesitantly.

"Right as rain, neighbor!" Jimmy answers with a tone that's too goofy to pass as my dad's, "If that's how you're staring at me now, I wonder what'll happen if I take this robe off..."

Before Mr. Jones can process the flirtation in your father's voice, you shuffle your dad further down the street and away from the whole interaction. That may have been hilarious, but Jimmy was going to destroy any reputation and respect your father had around here!

You demand to know where Jimmy is going with this body. It's not like you have any ability to even slow the ghost down when he's got the weight and strength of your 200 lb father.

"I'm thinking the park. Your dad could use some cardio," he smirks, an unfamiliar expression on the grown man's face, "Or maybe the public bathroom on the north end. You know, it has that hole in the stall..."

No amount of reasoning or arguments can change Jimmy's mind. Apparently he's set on wearing your father to the city's most notorious gay hookup spot.

"Don't look at me like that," his gravelly voice sounds amused by your frustration, "With me in charge, your dad will be the dirtiest slut that bathroom's ever seen. Don't you think it'll be funny to see such a massive, manly bear serving man after man in there?"

You sigh in disbelief.

"Or...maybe I don't have to rent out your dad's body to a bunch of strangers..."

You wonder where he's going with this. It sounds like an ultimatum is coming, and you don't like the idea of your crazy dead friend giving you an ultimatum.

"...your dad could hold off on bottoming for strangers...if...you let him be your submissive little bitch."

The choice is an annoying one, but you're pretty sure you can't let your dad have unprotected sex with strangers in a public place. This is what he'd want right?

"That's what I thought," the grin on your father's face twists maniacally. He tussles your hair like he's the proudest dad in the world, "Let's head on back home, buddy. Daddy's gonna lick every inch of sweat off that body of yours. He's got years of emotional absence to make up for."

One of his beefy arms cradles your back and turns you around. You're relieved to no longer be headed towards the public bathroom, but you're still a little nervous about what awaits you at home. How does Jimmy expect you to enjoy any of this when it's your dad doing all these things to you?

"Daddy's gonna treat you to a night that's all about you," he goes on, "Cooking you dinner, rubbing your feet, cuddling on the couch, and so much more. I want you to think of some humiliating things daddy can do for you while we walk back. Make sure they're extra degrading or your dad will just have to step out of the house and degrade himself where the entire city can see..."

The last comment gives you butterflies in your stomach, but it also gives you a bit of a hard-on. Maybe Jimmy playing with your dad wasn't so scary of an idea after all. With him possessed, anything was on the table: personal affirmations, some much needed bonding, roleplay, revenge, humiliation. Heck, you could even give your father a golden shower and Jimmy would have him smiling through it!

Walking home, you steal glances at your dad, towering over you as his rotund gut leads the way. Home can't come fast enough!

#gay dad and son #male possession #gay dad bod #male mind control #body swap #gay fatty

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Emma To Bruce

Dear Bruce,

We did it! The curse is broken! Rupert is free! Long live Rupert!

In retrospect, it’s insane how much of this we tried to do by ourselves. We should have known that when we finally succeeded we would do it with a whole team present—in this case Jem, Tessa, Kit, and Magnus. (Mina assisted by raising morale and drawing all over everything with her toy stele.)

Everyone’s still here, too, and we can relax a little in a newly uncursed house. (It really is quite homey, now that it’s been cleaned up and, you know, had its demonic aura dispelled.) Everyone except Magnus, who left this afternoon in a great rush to get back to New York.

New paragraph to talk about this, actually, because I have a lot of questions that don’t have answers and I can only ask you, Bruce. So Magnus was in a hurry to get back because of a meeting Alec is holding with Luke and some other Downworlders about plans for negotiating with the Cohort. Okay, but I feel like the Cohort doesn’t have much leverage, right? The situation is way worse for them than for us. We should be able to wait them out—shouldn’t we?

I mean they have a symbolic advantage, I guess. We’re all Shadowhunters and we all miss Idris and Alicante and Lake Lyn and probably a lot of us left stuff there we can’t get back and oh right, also a lot of people lived there who have had to evacuate all over the world and want to get back. I get that. But, like…what are the Cohort even eating in there? Idris doesn’t really grow food. Are they all homesteading in there? Raising crops? Churning butter? It’s kind of hard to imagine Zara doing any of that. But you never know. I mean, there aren’t even any demons to fight in there. Which is a good reminder that Shadowhunters are definitely not meant to hole up in Idris where there’s no demons for them to fight. I feel like Raziel was pretty clear on that point.

They must be losing their minds in there. I hope they found some board games or something.

Maybe Zara has declared herself Queen for Life and she doesn’t have to farm because she just marches around threatening to kill anybody who doesn’t grow her a potato right this instant.

Or maybe we haven’t heard anything because they all ate each other in there. Or maybe they mutinied against Zara and someone else gets to threaten to kill people now.

Okay, end of pondering the Cohort. I’m in a good mood, or was before I started this entry, anyway. We’ve been hanging out with Jem and Tessa and Kit and it’s really great. We ordered in Chinese (delivery couriers are always a bit terrified to come up the driveway, but we tip them like crazy so they’ve started to know us while we’ve been here). We lit candles—for ambience instead of for dark magic, what an idea!—and ate dumplings until we were too full to move, a thing I haven’t done since Magnus and Alec’s wedding. Apparently if I am offered dumplings, I will eat them until I become a dumpling myself. To that I say: I would never reject becoming that which I love most.

Anyway. Even Kit was less broody than usual tonight! He was hanging out with Round Tom and they seemed to be getting on okay. Oh, and I almost forgot! How could I forget! The workers found a coffin buried in the garden. But there was not a horrifying dead body inside, but rather a bunch of old stuff! Using a coffin as a time capsule seemed like a weird choice to me, but Tessa and Jem made some faces and some noises that suggested there was a long-ish story there we’ll have to ask about later.

Anyway, in the coffin was A SCABBARD FOR CORTANA. I mean, right? Can you believe it? Tessa said it used to belong to Cordelia Carstairs, who was Cortana’s wielder generations ago. The scabbard needs a lot of cleaning (a lot of cleaning) but then it can be reunited with Cortana. (After all, I think it’s probably more Cortana’s possession than anyone else’s; perhaps they’ll be happy to be reunited.)

There was also a sword for Julian—what used to be a Blackthorn family sword, but this one is only a hilt, its blade is totally missing, I have no idea why. He’s talking about getting it reforged. Big shock, Round Tom knows a guy. Triangular Jerry. No, I’m kidding on the name, but Round Tom actually does know a blacksmith and he and Julian have started talking about getting that done. (Actually, what Round Tom wants to do is have a forge installed at Chiswick, which is a cool idea, but do we want another building project on top of all the others? I mean, maybe, having a forge here at the house would be pretty cool.)

Oh, you might be wondering about Rupert’s ring, since it’s not like he could take it with him, and he hasn’t come back for it in a ghost way. Magnus checked it out and said no magic any more, just an ordinary ring Tatiana must have enchanted to bind Rupert. But none of us is going to wear it, of course. So we put it on the mantelpiece in the drawing room. Where it will remain.

The Gray-Carstairs-Herondaleses are heading back to Cirenworth tomorrow. It’s been really great having them here, but you know, it will be nice to have them go and have it be just Julian and I here in the house, not feeling creepy all the time. That seems like good times for us.

#

Bruce, good times are canceled. Everything’s gone wrong. I guess I was a little too smug about how everything was going; the universe had to come and screw it up for me.

Mina is gone.

And by gone I mean kidnapped.

And by kidnapped I mean, the kidnapper left a creepy old-timey porcelain doll (with wide, dead eyes, ugh) in her place, and a note.

I had just finished writing the above stuff when I heard a horrible scream from upstairs and loud footsteps, and came out to find everyone gathered in Mina’s room staring in horror.

I immediately thought oh no, another curse, or the same curse, the curse isn’t over, and maybe you did too, but that’s not what this is. This is something else entirely. Something involving faeries. Something involving Faerie.

Tessa picked up the note, read it, and handed it to Jem with a bad look on her face. Julian was already opening the window to see if anyone could be spotted outside, and I read over Jem’s shoulder:

#secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh #mina carstairs #emma carstairs #Tessa gray #faerie #jem carstairs #Rupert #zara dearborn #The Cohort #cortana

[hi18364]

Mama mom and auntie Caitlin

 

 My mom has been acting weird; they have been fighting a lot. Mom has been staying with Auntie Shebahn for the past 2 days, and Auntie Caitlin has been over a lot. 

 

I have asked Mama what has happened, but she won't tell me. I'm not Ruesha and Katie's biological daughter. I was at the Arsenal U10s program, and Katie had an interest in me because I was apparently a good player. I was put up for adoption when I was 3 days old, but the adoption never went through, and I was placed in foster care. 

 

I'm now 17, and I play on the Arsenal senior team. I play as a striker and defender. I'm currently sitting on a chair. I knew what my mama wanted to tell me, but I didn't want it to be true. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Mama talking, "y/n, I need to tell you something because you need to know... me and Ru." I know what's about to come out of her mouth. 

 

It was like slow motion: "We have decided to break up, "I just staired at her, "Did you cheat on her with Caitlin?" A look of guilt goes over her face. " "I-" . I get up and walk out of the room. A few of the girls were standing there. Caitlin was one of them. She reaches out to stop me from going. The rest of the girls look confused. "Get the fuck off me. Why the fuck did you do it?" I get out of her grip and go to the car. and drive off. I drive to the London City Lionesses trying ground, and I park. I can see everyone on the pitch; they are in practice. I sit for 10 minutes, then get out and go in. They know me because I've been there before. 

 

I knock on the door to see if anyone is in there. When I don't get an answer, I go out to the pitch, and the boss sees me. I stand off to the side. She comes and stands next to me. She looks at me with sad eyes, telling me she knows why I'm hearing "Hey, sorry, I don't know why, to be honest." 

 

"It's all good. I guess you know now." 

I look at the players on the pitch and say, "What I'm meant to do, I can't look at them without feeling betrayed; she was my aunt.". 

 

Time skip: 3 weeks later 

 

Not a lot has happened except the fact that I've stopped talking to everyone. I'm now staying with Viv Beth and sometimes mom, but mostly Viv and Beth. I don't want to be at Arsenal anymore, so I've decided to have a meeting with the managers and other people to see what I can do to get out of here, even if that means I have to go to the USA. If I want to get out of here, I need to. 

 

It's like I'm suffocating while staying here. 

 

After the meeting (I can't be bothered to write it), 

 

So that was eventful for the first part of the meeting. They did want to let me go, but in the end, after I said I would quit football, they decided to lone me out to Gotham; it's a team in the USA. 

 

I don't really want to leave mom, and to be honest, I don't really want to leave mama, but I need a new start and a fresh slate. I want to go and be able to breathe. Maybe mom will follow me to the USA. I don't think Mama would, and to be honest, I haven't talked to Mama. I'm still angry at her, but she's still my Mama, and I still love her. 

 

It's been three weeks since we made the deal with Gotham. I have yet to tell anyone I need to tell them because in two days it's the end of the season. Then it's the World Cup, so I need to tell them today, but I don't know how to tell them. 

 

I'm sitting on the pitch, and a bunch of the girls next to me are all talking about the next game. the World Cup and the new signings that will happen Leah was talking about people transferring, and everybody was saying who they thought would go where. 

 

I say in a hushed tone, "I'm going to Gotham." I guess it wasn't quite, and Beth said loudly, "You're moving to Gotham!" 

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There is a part two but I’ve not finished it it’s not my best work but I’ve got a few more from another app that I think I might post here the alexia one will be out when I write it which  will probably be soon

#women’s football #women’s soccer #women’s super league #beth mead #vivianne miedema #viv miedema #barclays wsl #woso x reader #woso community #wwc 2023 #woso one shot #katie mccabe #ruesha littlejohn #caitlin foord

[knchins]

Reunion - Mikage R.

Summary: To Reo, you were just his best friend's annoying, bratty little sister. When he realizes how much you’ve grown up, he can’t keep his eyes (or hands) off of you

Pairing: Mikage Reo x Nagi!Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - Female (she/her)

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings:  NONCON/extreme dubcon, aged-up characters, perv!Reo, Nagi is 100% oblivious, voyeurism, degradation, begging, dacryphilia, restraints, size kink (if you squint), cunnilingus, spit, mating press, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, cream pie, no aftercare

The first time he met you, Reo thought you were the most annoying person on the planet. You were constantly fighting him for your brother’s attention, always wanting to join them on and off the field. You were clingy, whiney, bratty, a young teenager yet to fully develop. When your parents decided to transfer you to a different high school, he was elated. He couldn’t wait for you to be out of his hair and for Seishiro’s full attention could finally be on him. 

After high school came college, and Nagi informed Reo that you’d be leaving the city for university. You wanted to get away, explore the world and expand your horizons. Your once close relationship with your brother seemed to have thinned, and when you used to call every day now it was maybe once or twice a month. 

While Reo had grown during their time in Blue Lock, he was still almost always attached at the hip to Nagi. They remained close friends despite the tests they were put through. Reo heard less and less about you as time went by and you had become nothing but an old, faded memory. 

That is, until their mid-twenties when you had graduated and would be moving in with your brother temporarily until you got on your feet. You had just suffered a bad breakup and needed to get away from your current location. Plus you had missed being close to your family and it just seemed like it was time to finally come home. 

Today was your first full day in the apartment. Nagi had gone out to get a new video game while you decided to finish unpacking your things and giving the place a light cleaning. Nagi wasn’t the messiest of roommates but he wasn’t the cleanest either. You opened a window to get some fresh air into the small living area that you had been focused on getting straightened up. 

The summer heat was particularly bad today and as a result, you were in nothing but a thin-strap tank top and impossibly short shorts. You would have done without the pants altogether but your brother had warned you that Reo was probably going to come over later. Reo, the annoying rich boy that seemed to have stolen your brother’s attention all those years ago was somehow still in his life. 

Reo never really treated you kindly. His annoyance with you was often clearly read on his face. He would call you a brat and other names, trying to do anything to get you to go away. At first, Nagi was hesitant to allow someone to speak to you that way, but eventually, Reo had wormed his way into his head so that he too was demanding you give them some space. If you didn’t know any better, then you would have thought they were secretly dating. 

You had just finished vacuuming when the front door opened. The two boys were chatting about the new games they had bought and discussed what they should play first. You ignored them as you started to wind up the cord to the vacuum so that you could put it away. 

Reo didn’t notice you at first. Not until he heard the metal piece at the end of the cord hit the floor did his eye snap to your form. His ability to hear anything Nagi was saying seemed to completely disappear as his eyes raked over you, taking in every new curvature of your now fully developed body. The swells of your breasts were barely supported by the thin material of your top, and he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra simply based on the way he could see the outline of your nipples. 

Sweat beaded along your forehead and collarbones. You brought a hand up to wipe it away from your hairline, bringing the tank top up to expose your hips and lower stomach. Reo swallowed a thick ball of lust that seemed to be coming up. Who was this in his best friend’s house? Certainly, that wasn’t the same sister from ten years ago. 

Nagi seemed to realize that Reo was no longer paying him any attention. He followed Reo’s line of sight and mistook his expression for confusion. “I told you she moved in, do you not remember?” Nagi said before saying your name to get your attention. 

You turned to look, noticing how much more toned and refined Reo looked now. You put a hand on your hip, eyeing him suspiciously. You waited for him to say something rude or offputting, tell you that you couldn’t hang out with them or had to stay in your room while he was there. “Don’t worry, rich boy, I won’t take him away from you.” 

Reo snapped out of his daze, hearing the same voice of the young teenager made the idea that this wasn’t some stranger in front of him really solidify in his mind. He scoffed at you, “brat.” He muttered though he couldn’t pull his eyes off of you.

Nagi smiled and the familiarity with the situation before starting up his console so they could play. “Are you done cleaning?” He asked you, to make sure they wouldn’t be in the way. You gave him a nod, taking the vacuum to put it in the closet before going to take a shower. 

The entire time you were in the bathroom, Reo couldn’t stop thinking about what you looked like wet and naked. He imagined licking the water droplets off your chest, your stomach, your cunt, anywhere his tongue could reach. He kept losing his matches to Nagi and Nagi could tell that Reo’s concentration just wasn’t there. He just couldn’t figure out why. He had been talking nonstop about this game for a week and now he seemed like he didn’t even want to play. What gives? 

“Wanna play something else?” He probed his friend in an attempt to see what was on his mind. While he didn’t want to ask outright, he was curious about what had taken his attention way so suddenly. 

Reo shook his head, “No, sorry I don’t know where my head is right now.” It was a half-truth. Reo knew good and well that his thoughts were stuck on you but what he couldn’t fathom was why. 

Another match went by and he found himself getting more into the game again, thoughts of you lingering somewhere in the dark depths of his mind but out of the way for the time being. He finally started becoming a worthy opponent, pleasing Nagi and making him forget any doubts he may have had about his friend. 

Half an hour later you finished your shower, cutting off the water and drying yourself off with a clean towel. You wrapped it around you securely, not caring about walking around in nothing but the fluffy piece of material. It wasn’t as if your brother would ever pay you any attention and you figured Reo would just complain about your actions being uncouth like he did when you were you were younger. 

Besides, you didn’t want to put clothes on yet, wanting instead of dry off a little more. You exited the bathroom and walked back into the living room, double-checking that the towel wouldn’t fall with any movement. You took a seat between the two boys who hadn’t really noticed you yet, they were both too into the match they were in. Nagi didn’t even call out when you crossed in front of him which was only when a game had his full concentration. 

“What are you guys playing?” You asked, getting a grunt in response from your brother while your voice seemed to fully snap Reo out of his current stream of thought. The smell of your soap met his nose, a light and pleasing smell that had him again thinking thoughts about you naked. 

Without turning his head he looked at you, seeing your eyes were glued to the screen. He tried to keep up with the match but lost completely when he realized you weren’t wearing any actual clothing. Heat crept up the back of his neck as he wondered what it would take to make the towel come off. Would a slight accidental pull be enough to untuck? Would you notice if he tried? 

Nagi told you the name of the game as the match ended. “It’s a battle royale style game, you wouldn’t like it.” He said and the way you scrunched up your nose at him was so incredibly cute that Reo found his blush growing even darker. 

A loud growl rumbled in Nagi’s stomach, “Why don’t you cook us some dinner, sis?” He asked before realizing you were wearing, “and put some clothes on! You’ll catch a cold.” 

“Since when do you get to tell me what to you?” You replied with a huff.

“Since I was born first,” Seishiro replied as if it were obvious. You rolled your eyes and stood up, Reo getting a perfect look at your smooth back, the towel exposing your shoulder blades perfectly. More wild thoughts infiltrated his mind as he thought about what it would be like to kiss your shoulders as he railed you from behind. 

His eyes drifted downwards to your legs, the towel coming just below your ass. His teeth sunk into the inside of his cheek, the sharp pain didn’t do much to quell the boner he was growing at the idea that your unclothed pussy was right in front of him, obscured only by the current position he was in. 

He couldn’t even hear you bickering with your brother before you stomped off into your bedroom. Reo looked to Nagi who was giving him a puppy-eyed look that Reo knew the meaning of. He reached into his back pocket, took his wallet out, and handed Nagi a few of the bills inside. “Go pick us up something.” 

Nagi stood, stretching out his long limbs before tucking the money away. “You want your usual?” He asked and Reo nodded in agreement. “Maybe you can practice the game so you don’t such so much,” Nagi said in a joking manner. 

Reo ignored him, waving him off before standing up, “I’ve gotta piss, hurry up and go get our food.” He made his way to the one bathroom while Nagi left quickly to pick up some takeout from down the street. 

Once he heard the door close, Reo moved to go to your bedroom instead of the bathroom. The door was opened just enough for him to peer inside, just in time to see you drop the towel onto the floor. His hand immediately went to his pants to palm at his hard-on as he watched you rifle through your dresser drawers to try and find something to wear. From his angle, he could see your ass perfectly, and he got an even better view when you bent over to grab a top out of the bottom drawer. 

“Fuck,” He breathed out as he looked over your cunt, still somewhat moist from the shower. You were oblivious, about to redress after grabbing a pair of underwear when you heard the creak of a floorboard. 

“Sei? Is that you?” You asked, quickly holding the shirt up to your chest to conceal it. He recognized it as one of Nagi’s old ones from high school. You had taken it to sleep in, and it was long enough to cover the entire front of your torso. 

You paused, before quirking an eyebrow at the door, “Rich boy? You spying on me?” 

Much to your surprise, the door swung open with Reo standing there with a dark haze of lust pulled over his features. A look you’d seen before on your ex's face anytime he was turned on. He took a step toward you and you took a step back toward the bed. “Reo?” You asked, voice wavering in a way that had his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“I didn’t realize you had grown into such a slut.” He said, taking another threatening step forward. You could feel the back of your knees hit your bed, eyes glancing to each side to look for some sort of weapon you might use to defend yourself if it came to it. Certainly, Reo was just playing around, right? He wouldn’t actually be stupid enough to do anything to his best friend’s sister, would he? 

“I’m not,” You said, your voice trembling as he closed the gap between the two of you. His predatory gaze and twisted smile had your legs quaking. With his long arms he could easily box you in, yet you still dared to dart around him, only to find your upper arms being gripped tightly by his strong hands. 

You attempted to keep some form of modesty by clinging to the dingy yellow shirt, hoping your brother would come home soon. “Seishiro would never forgive you,” You said, a feeble attempt to persuade him to not do what he was clearly thinking about doing. “He’d kill you.” 

“You really think money can’t buy everything, huh?” He asked, a sharp laugh coming from him after the question. The idea of Sei being bought off had you sick to your stomach. You could feel the bile churning and held back the urge to dry heave. It was true that throughout their friendship, Reo had spent plenty of money on Nagi. He bought him the latest console so they could game together, he’d pay for games and food and sports equipment.

Reo’s pockets ran deep, incredibly deep, and you found yourself doubting the idea that your brother would care if Reo were to take advantage of you here and now. Tears filled your lower lashes, collecting there in tiny droplets before slipping down your cheeks. “Still a little cry baby,” He said, letting go of one of your arms to cup your face and wipe a tear away. In any other context, it would have been a sweet gesture. 

“Please, Reo?” You said softly, trying to blink more tears away as you looked up at him through wet lashes. You sounded just like a young kid again, begging to let him let you play games with him and Seishiro. The downright innocent expression on your face mimicked the one you held back then, tears and all. 

A look flashed in his eyes but you couldn’t place what it was exactly. Pity? Longing? A carnal desire to wrap you up and keep you in his arms forever? This vulnerable thing in front of him so ripe for the taking had his mind reeling. “Get on the bed.” He said firmly, letting go of you. 

Unsure of what he might do if you disobeyed, your own thoughts tried to calculate any possible outcome it may bring. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat was painful as you got onto the bed, still clinging to the fabric in your hand. Reo grabbed the hem of the shirt and tugged it hard enough to pull it from your grasp, tossing it behind him so it was out of reach. 

He licked his dry lips as his eyes took you in again, this time the front which he hadn’t been able to see from the doorway. The beautiful curvature of your breasts, the carefully groomed hair on your vulva, skin still glowing with the after-shower cleanliness. Lastly, he looked into your terrified eyes, the hunger in him growing even more fierce as he took off his belt and maneuvered your wrists above your head to secure them to the headboard with the strip of leather. 

You struggled against the restraints, trying to find a way to possibly break them or the bed frame. Reo watched with a curious expression as you wiggled and writhed to try and get free, but none of what you did was of any help. All it did was put more strain on your shoulders, creating a dull ache in the joints. 

“Look how pretty you are now,” Reo said in a condescending tone, his words biting at you as you squeezed your eyes shut. He climbed on top of you, hovering as he pressed his hips against yours, “All grown up, bet that ex-boyfriend didn’t know how to really satisfy you. Could he even make you cum?” 

Embarrassment burned on your face. No, you wanted to say but you knew the truth would only fuel his desires. No, he could never satisfy you. Despite your suggestion to change things up in the way he fucked you, he would never listen. Always pounding away to fulfill his own needs. You had to fake an orgasm every time because he’d blame you if you didn’t cum. 

Your silence answered Reo’s question for him. A small frown tugged at his lips, the little sniffle you let out made him almost regret what he was doing. That is until you shifted and brushed against his straining pants in a way that had him groaning. The painful ache in this dick made him forget all about what flutters of regret he may have been feeling. 

“Poor thing, no wonder you didn’t last.” He said flippantly, hands trailing down your sides. “Don’t worry, darling, you’ll be cumming multiple times tonight.” 

His words sent a zing of pleasure through you and the idea that you’d be getting off in such a situation made you want to cry even harder. His feather-light touches along your ribs and grinding of his hips had a faint sensation of arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach. 

Goosebumps cropped up on your skin and Reo leaned closer to whisper into your ear, “Don’t tell me the little slut is getting excited by this.” He hissed as he sat up to take off his shirt, revealing a perfect set of well-defined abs from years of being an athlete. Your eyes lingered on the perfect V shape that lead into his pants and he let out a laugh when he caught on to what you were staring at. 

“Like what you see?” He teased as he took off his pants and boxers in one go. “What about this?” You couldn’t stop yourself from looking farther south, eyes widening at the size of his flushed cock, the perfect cropping of purple hair around the base. Words left you then, having never had sex with someone that was so well-endowed with the exception of your own dildo that stayed tucked away in your underwear drawer. 

He placed his smooth hands on your thighs, spreading them wide for him to get the view he’d be anticipating most. Reo dipped his head down, licking a stripe from your ass to your clit. He swirled it around the bundle of nerves, causing it to stiffen and engorge with arousal. Your jaw tensed, teeth clenching to keep from making a sound as his bright purple eyes watched your face. 

You attempted to shut your legs in a feeble attempt to push him out, but his grip on your inner upper thighs was too strong. The struggle only emboldened him, making him pick up the pace of his tongue as he pressed his lips against your sex to add suction. 

He pulled away with a sickening pop, the sound making your stomach drop and panic rise. “Keep resisting, sweetheart, it only makes me harder.” You couldn’t stop the shudder that ran up your spine at his words, wondering if it would be better to just lay there and take it instead of trying to fight. Maybe if he stopped enjoying himself he’d just leave you alone. 

He dove back in, licking and slurping so loudly that the lewd sounds rang in your ears. Dread mixed painfully with the pleasure that arose from his actions, his sloppy kisses and thrusts of his tongue bringing you close to the edge sooner than you’d like to admit. 

First, a whimper escaped, then a gasp as his teeth grazed your clit, a whine for release when his tongue dipped into your core again, and finally a cry when the pressure snapped and relief filled with endorphins washed over you. You bathed in it, head swimming as you languished in the idea that your brother’s dumb asshole friend made you cum harder than any other man ever had before. 

Reo began to kiss a wet trail up your body, dragging your cum up with it. He met your mouth, tongue forcing its way in as you tried to turn your head to the side, only to have his hand grab you by the chin and force it still. He pulled away before spitting into your open mouth, enjoying the look of disgust on your face despite the haze of orgasm still present in your eyes. 

“That’s a good look on you,” He replied as he pulled away to maneuver your body by placing his hands behind your knees and bringing them back towards your chest. It gave him perfect access to your pussy, his head rubbing against your folds as he groaned from the small amount of stimulus. “Gonna fuck you so good, princess.” He said, clearly not all present as his eyes rolled back when he rut his hips to grind his cock against you more. 

He let go of you long enough to guide himself into you, bullying his large cock into your tight hole. Another whine of protest left you as you tried to push him out, knowing it was of no use and instead urging him to thrust in deeper. “F-Fuck,” he breathed as he bottomed out, balls nestled against your ass as you found yourself wanting him to move.

Not just pull out and leave you alone, but move. Another intense wave of sickness came as you shifted your hips in an attempt to feel him rub against the spot his head was currently pressed against. Reo’s eyes snapped down to look at you, a faint look of surprise buried somewhere inside of them. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 

“No!” You protested loudly, too loudly in fact. That same cruel smile curled on his lips, showing how obvious it was that you were lying. If only your body would listen to your heart, then maybe you wouldn’t be finding any sort of enjoyment in this. 

“Your mouth can lie all it wants, but the rest of your body says otherwise.” He replied as he gave a shallow thrust, one that left you whimpering as he bumped your sweet spot again. “That’s it right there, isn’t it?” He said as he repeated the motion of his hips, “I’m going to hit that over and over again until you’re screaming my name.” 

Your eyes narrowed into a glare, “I’ll never do that, asshole.” You spat as he pressed your legs into your chest even more to change the angle slightly at which he was entering. He was able to press in slightly deeper, just enough to kiss his cock against your cervix in a way that had your toes tingling. 

You bit your tongue, hoping it would snap you out of the fog that kept trying to overcome your mind. Giving in now would just prove his words right, wouldn’t it? Reo watched you, curious as a cat watching a mouse writhing beneath its paw. 

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and you tasted blood from your teeth sinking into your tongue as a cry of surprise caught in your throat. Reo let out a chuckle, enjoying watching you struggle with yourself. He was actually more amused at your attempt to fight him and it urged him to go at an agonizingly slow pace that had you only wanting more. 

“Come on, pretty, say it.” He said as he began to move even slower. “Say you want my cock and I’ll move like you’re begging me to.” 

“I’m not begging,” You replied in a tone that was white hot with anger. “I’m not enjoying this you disgusting pervert.” 

None of your insults landed on him. He was enjoying the way you kept squeezing around him every time he spoke. You were soaked, his throbbing dick pulsating in the warm wetness that allowed him to glide in and out with ease. “Then why are you so. Fucking. Wet.” He emphasized each word with a sharp thrust. 

You all but keened, back arching and hips aching. This back and forth just wouldn’t do, your brother would come home and think you wanted this. You knew Reo would somehow twist this situation into him being the victim. Your once close bond with Seishiro had long evaporated with distance and the passage of time. Even if he did believe you, Reo made it clear that his attention could simply be bought back. 

Swallowing your pride and what little dignity you had left, you began to speak in a soft tone, “Reo, please?” You hoped he couldn’t hear you, hoped he would pretend you didn’t just give in. 

You had no such luck. “Little louder.” He commanded, stopping his movements altogether. 

A frustrated look passed across your face as you tried to squirm to feel something, anything. He had you trapped beneath his weight and what little movement you managed did nothing to quell the desire. “Reo please fuck me,” You groaned as he moved outward only to piston back in as a way of encouragement. “Please fuck me with your big cock, rich boy, I need it.” 

“That’s a good girl.” Reo cooed as he started moving at a steady pace. Your mind was once again swimming as your eyes rolled back from the fast movements of his hips. Even if you could pretend that you weren’t turned on by all this, the wet slapping sounds made it all too clear that you were gushing for the purpled-haired menace. His needy moan brought you even closer to the edge, as you tried to stop the knot in your stomach from reforming. 

Reo looked down, watching his cock disappear into your cunt over and over, amused by how well you were taking him. Your tiny whimpers and whines of his name fueled his ego as he picked up the pace while pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it. 

Seconds later the knot was tightening rapidly before snapping completely. The orgasm was enough to knock the breath from your lungs as you cried out for your assailant and a new flood of cum coated Reo from the tip to the base of his penis. 

“Sh-Shit,” He muttered, reveling in the fluttering of your walls that had him fucking you madly as he chased his own orgasm. The pumps of his cock make you feel raw and overspent as he soon coated your insides with a spray of white seed. 

Reo was lost in his own mind he caught his breath. You finally relaxed beneath him, feeling slightly overstimulated from his last bought of aggressive thrusts. He slowly pulled out, admiring how you gaped from his length and globs of white spilled out. He kissed the inside of your leg before pulling away and quickly getting redressed as the heard the front door open. 

He turned his back, ready to eat now that he had finally satisfied his desires. “What are you doing?” You whispered to him, “untie me!” 

“I don’t think so.” He replied, voice calm despite the almost sadistic look on his face. “I’ll come back for you when I’m ready again.” 

“Ready for what?” You asked, dread once again spreading over you like a cold winter frost. “Reo you have to untie me!” 

“Until I’m ready to fuck you again, of course.” He said as he finished pulling his shirt over his head. “Try not to miss me too much, princess.” He added with a smirk before winking at your shocked face and walking out to greet Nagi in the kitchen.

A/N: I reworte parts of this three or four times so hopefully it came out okay. I wasn't very pleased with a few of the scene progressions but it is what it is. Blue Lock is now on my fandom requests lists! Link to request rules is on my pinned navigation <3

#reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo #reo mikage #reo x y/n #reo x you #blue luck x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #reo smut #blue lock smut #blue lock imagine #reo imagine #blue lock scenarios #blue lock reo #reo mikage x y/n #reo mikage x you #allygoesdark

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Imagine if, while in the zoo, the tributes of the 10th hunger games had spent their time bonding and at some point kinda joked about escaping together? And they all thought out exit strategies and such and even the word they’d use as signal to initiate the plans. They discuss who’s good at what, jokingly dividing tasks between them, with Wovey, Bobbin, and Mizzen getting the task of “stay behind us and don’t die” because they’re the youngest. No one really takes it seriously, they just use the fantasy to escape their horrid reality for a second because it’s nice to imagine all of them can make it out alive, even if they know that’s not the case.

Then the arena bombings happen

Otto and Ginnee probably still die, since they died from schrapnel, but Panlo and Sheaf were far enough away to still be conscious and moving around (that last part is mostly because of adrenaline). Everyone’s caught off-guard, but someone (probably Coral) sees their chance and screams the word they discussed, and all tributes jump into action. Jessup and Lucy Gray still save their respective mentors, but because the tributes are working together the peacekeepers have been taken out so there’s no one to drag them away. Instead, all 21 remaining tributes book it as fast as they can and manage to escape the area before reinforcements arrive. They are now on the run, and cannot show their faces without getting shot on sight, but they’re alive and that’s what matters. Mizzen, Sheaf, and Treech are the best thieves of the group (Mizzen’s small and fast (he was just closer to the snakes than everyone else shut up), Sheaf is described as "a limber little girl", and Treech sneakily stole Dill’s water bottles. That’s my evidence. Also they need more love) and thus go out to scrap together anything that may be helpful.

They, being the overachieving badasses they are, get their hands on futuristic medicine to cure Dill’s tuberculosis faster than the real world ever could and help Hy manage his asthma (because it’s chronic, there’s no way they can find a cure for that just lying around even in the future). I say they’re overachieving, because Sheaf did the back handspring for food, Treech only died because of Lucy’s cheating (still getting 6th(movie)/3d(book) place, and he definitely would’ve killed her and been a real contender for the win if she hadn’t cheated), and Mizzen is 13. A 13-year-old got 5th(book)/4th(movie) place. I rest my case.

They use the newfound supplies to heal their wounds and disinfect them, Jessup doesn’t get rabies because I make the rules here, and things are good. They spend a while utilizing their unique skills to stay hidden until one of two things happen:

1) the mentors, who have gotten quite attached to their assigned tributes, fight for the games to be disbanded and rally the rest of the academy, leading to a better Panem where the Capitol and the districts become a functioning, not-dystopian nation again and everything ends well.

Or

2) the tributes manage to escape the capitol and flee into the woods, letting Lucy Grey lead them to the Covey because ain’t no way they can just go back to their own districts just yet. The covey, being nomadic, is the best place for them to stay until they’ve grown up enough to be unrecognizable from their child selves to anyone who doesn’t actually know them.

Either way, things are better. I wanted to share this because I’m sad that all these wonderful (fictional) children died for the amusement of genuine monsters (and those indoctrinated to believe district people are not people)

Edit because a lot of new people are liking this post: someone wrote it :)

#the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #capitol #districts #panem #tributes #10th hunger games #Mizzen #Coral #Hy #treech tbosas #lamina tbosas #Bobbin #wovey tbosas #Panlo #Sheaf #tanner tbosas #i can’t tag them all I hate it #sorry Ginnee and Otto :( #and brandy :((

[elizakai]

you guys i can’t take this anymore i need to release steam from this pot of killer and dust thoughts that’s on the stove

listen. if you don’t know by now. one of my favorite things to do is bridge narratives between fanon ideas, and canon truths hehe

Killer and Dust. The accepted dynamic is basically killer being a pestering little shit and dust being over it.

THATS GREAT ON ITS OWN it’s funny etc

but think about their ACTUAL characters for a moment. they are two sides of the same coin.

⬇️

i don’t want to hear any of that old fandom “they are literally the same” shhhhh. nuh uh dear friend, they commuted the same (general) action💥

their motives and situations are very different however! which is important when it comes to understanding a character

They both played into an opposite role in their world if you ask me.

Killer partners with chara, filling the role of the player. he’s a lot like flowey actually.

(in killers world, while he is still a pawn of this sick game, he gets manipulated after all, he has taken on the ROLE of the player. everyone else are the pawns.)

dust is against the anomaly of dusttale, which is that worlds player.

dust is a pawn. a pawn that is defying the player of the game

(in the same way that killer is still pawned, dust still uses his fellow “pawns” as a means to “win” the game, meaning he’s also playing)

(but again, i’m speaking role wise)

Killer and Dust’s dynamic doesn’t have to just be haha funny, it has some actual merit and potential to their characters.

Killer is constantly looking for new forms of entertainment. something new. he’ll get bored, and if he’s bored he’ll have to look at himself. killer is very much a character representing disassociation avoidance and to an extent, escapism (huh. like someone playing a video game?)

Of COURSE he’s gonna poke at people. it’s INTERESTING. it gets a REACTION. he gets to have that small power trip of being in control, after feeling like he lost control this is something that’s probably addictive to killer.

meanwhile dust…well. killer acts like his own anomaly in a way. he prods at him, toys with him, he’s leering and he takes pleasure in any reaction dust gives. dust probably would resent this feeling without really knowing why. he feels like some toy, and he’d probably be inclined to even interpret a genuine interaction this way.

this honestly makes dusts inclination to shut off or dull down any emotion make more sense. be as unremarkable as possible, and you’ll be left alone, right?

isn’t that…kind of what sans does? he’ll repeat same lines of dialogue and such when he reallyyy doesn’t have to. he’s being uninteresting. (and no he doesn’t need to remember everything magically for that to be possible. in game he will poke fun at past conversations and dialogue so he’s clearly aware enough)

Killer wants a response, so dust doesn’t give one.

killer wants control and feels like this is a challenge, dust feels cornered and defensive

if they had existed in the same world, it would have been killer vs dust in the end either way.

it’s a big old game of cat and mouse until someone snaps. they need to be given the opportunity to understand their similarities

even in an interpretation where they are in a healthier relationship, in whatever capacity, i think these mindsets would be conflict they may have….

to killer , on one hand he may be OFFENDED by his lack of response. he may be EXCITED, it’s a CHALLENGE. he might take dusts resignation as a sign of submission, which would give killer a HIGE power trip.

he might. genuinely just be trying to have fun?

it could be ENTIRELY lighthearted, and it’s still…rather toxic, considering where that mindset branched from

and we know dust won’t be inclined to say anything. he probably doesn’t understand his own feelings to be frank💀 he just feels gross and intimidated and cornered so he shuts off and sees killer as oppressive , and grows resentful regardless of intent, as these feelings only feed into his crippling self hatred anyways

….thats all for tonight-

#utmv #ut au #undertale #sans aus #dust sans #murder sans #killer sans #bad sanses #THOUGHTS #PLEASE SHARE IM SISBDOD #this is unorganized and i don’t care hee hoo #headcanons #interpretations ig #dusttale #something new au #kist #if we want #😏 #or not

[ilythena]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄. | Jude Bellingham.

★ SUM based off of the "she lives inside me" Trend on TikTok where people show happy videos of them as a child! It was super cute and made me emotional, just had to do something with it.

Fluff! Reader and Jude are moving into a new apartment, and are supposed to be childhood friends to established lovers. Football tags were so dry so I decided to post a fic, so please don’t rip on me </3

Running through the hallway with Jude hot on your tail, you giggle and hide behind a wall. Not like it was any use though, he saw you and grabbed you, the both of you laughing and plopping down on the couch in the now empty apartment you both shared.

"Are we done with the packing? I can't believe we're moving out of here." Jude says, now calmed down and throwing his head back with a sigh.

"We still have the small closet in the hallway to clear." You say, not wasting anymore time and getting up to open it. "Seriously? We haven't opened that thing in like, years babe." "I know!

That's why we have to clear it out!" You giggle, and pull on the door with it not budging. It's jammed. Jude seems to notice this and like the gentleman he is, he gets up and pulls the door for you, but being buried in a pile of old jackets in mere seconds after he opened it.

You can't control the loud laugh that comes out when he forces his was out of the pile. He groans out a “not funny” and stands up, dusting himself off. After Jude is officially out of the pile, you notice a small camera that also came out of the closet, all old and busted up. You pick it up out of curiosity and try to figure out how to turn it on.

"What's that?" "A camera... Duh." “Y/n. No need for the attitude.” Jude stands behind you, looking into the small camera at the screen as you fumble with the buttons. “Babe that thing is so old it's definitely not turning on at all.” He says, and rests his head on your shoulder. "You never know! It might—see! It's on!"

You click on a video and it starts playing. Immediately you hear "Y/n! Jude!" And you know it's the familiar voice of your mother in the video, as the camera zooms around and you see a nursery school—it doesn't take you long to realize this is a video of you as a kid.

Playful screaming is heard from children who you assume are from you and Jude, and when you both pop up in the video you can't stop yourself from cooing out in adoration. You both couldn't be any older than 5, considering the fact that you were super small and running around with all the energy in the world.

"You're so cute!" You say as you look down at the video, and Jude points to you, who is currently laying in the dirt with your feet up and kicking. Your mother comes closer to you, happiness evident in her voice. "You okay?" And you nod with a smile and closed eyes. Jude comes closer to your mother and grabs the camera, forcing it off you and onto him instead.

"Always loved attention huh" you laugh and he huffs with a smile. "At least I'm not laying in the dirt for no reason!" "I was young!" "So was I!" you shove him away playfully before grabbing him back to look at the rest of the video.

"Y/n's being mean." Jude says in the video, and you hear yourself huff out a 'am not!' In the background. Your mother laughs and asks him to explain why—the answer was "she wants to play football and I don't like it."

The video ends and the both of you laugh, "crazy how football was your first love yet I'm the professional player" Jude says and you roll your eyes "listen, I could become a professional if I wanted to "oh really? You up for a game then?" He says and you scoff "bring it on, Jude!"

You both know you should probably clean up the pile of jackets before deciding to do anything else, but you decide maybe it could wait a few hours.

© copyright of ilythena. Do not repost or translate onto any other websites.

#jude x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #football x reader #football fanfic #🐚 Jude Bellingham #ꨄ Angie’s works.

[bonefall]

a couple of leafstar questions! 1) is the process of selecting her to be new!skyclan’s leader changed at all by the fact that brokenstar is now firestar’s travelling buddy? 2) is billyleaf sticking around as a ship, and how will it change, if at all? 3) is leafstar going to be as… notably dumb in her reactions to everything happening so far in ASC?

The list of SkyClan changes is probably longer than the list of things that are staying the same. Cultural expansions, a very different culture, unique politics, even an alternate Warrior Code. Real fans of SkyClan want them to be completely different <3

Leafstar's not an exception. I HATE canon Leafstar. Every action they've taken with her has felt absolutely awful since Firestar's Quest so I'm just overwriting her completely.

SkyClan's Leadership

The part of Firestar's Quietus where Firestar and Brokenstar actually CHOOSE who the new leader is going to be is a bit up in the air. I have the beginning and end with the rats figured out-- but the middle has been evading me.

I know that Brokenstar prefers Sharpclaw, at first. Probably because Sharpclaw is so aggressive and dedicated to the old ways.

So it makes sense that Firestar prefers Leafdapple. She's making him realize things about his own way of ruling, parts of Clan culture he's come to accept uncritically.

She straight up blows past his thought-terminating cliches;

Firestar: "You see, Leafdapple... you can't live with a paw in both worlds."

Leafdapple: "Pardon? I don't understand what that means?"

Firestar: "It means... um... hmm ._."

In the end, she's probably chosen exactly because she's not committed to bringing back the past. SkyClan has not been the Clan of Skystar for a long time. It's the Clan of Skywatcher.

It is no longer the Clan-in-the-Canopy, it is the Clan-in-the-Stones.

I feel that the first Leader and Deputy were chosen by Firestar and Brokenstar. Though Brokenstar's mind changes over the course of Firestar's Quietus, I think they ultimately still agree that there were two "sides" of SkyClan that should live in balance.

Leafstar, committed to fairness, abides this. Until Sharpclaw ultimately betrays her for The Kin. (Repeat link from above but if your eyes just popped out of your head it explains everything about how PROFOUNDLY differently I'm approaching The Kin lmaoo)

I hadn't planned explicitly for the deputy system to work a bit differently here, BUT it does also feel in line for Leafstar to decide it on a whim after regrouping. Surrounded by the remnants of her Clan, deputy having just turned half of their warriors against them, SkyClan's protector oak ripping itself off the cliffside and destroying their camp, she jumps up on top of a rock like, "Ok team, that sure was a doozy. Let's try to pick a better deputy this time 8)"

It feels better that deputies are popularly "elected," or at the very least nominated by the Clan. Might make for a nice climactic moment in a rework of Hawkwing's Journey.

Is Billyleaf sticking around?

Yes! But it's actually a bit different.

First of all, Leafstar is actually in a constellation with Billystorm and Echosong, the Cleric. Leafstar is mates with Billystorm and a partner of Echosong. Echosong is not romantically involved with Billystorm. SkyClan actually split off from the main Clans before the Cleric's Vow was codified by Larkstripe's strike. They don't have the same taboo against Clerics having mates or raising kittens.

Billystorm is also a massive himbo now lmao, I'm not a huge fan of him in-canon. I'm still reworking stuff here though-- I'm planning to change SkyClan and the Stranger into Sol's Game, a darker story diving into Sol, the Entity, and Harry, the vessel it courts.

But it's been a while and I need to revamp my old drafts, so that's on the backburner for now.

Is Leafstar going to remain an idiot?

absolutely not. christ. I Don't Rewrite Arcs Until They Are Done but if I ever produce something as brainless as "An entire society believes that a child is lying because her accused murderer says he heard her mother snoring evil manipulation plans in her sleep" then explode me to bits with 10000 pounds of nitroglycerin

instead of just having her and everyone else be dumb, it's an easy enough small change to just have Splashstar already be in power and show the beginning of his reign having gone smoothly. Everyone's desperate for RiverClan to have a leader again. Have Leafstar's bias be against ShadowClan specifically, because Heartstar's nephew Juniperclaw mass-poisoned her entire Clan.

Even before then, too. I don't like how the Erins seem to treat Leafstar as this "unreasonable" character who's usually some shade of wrong. I don't like how she just has to accept that Sharpclaw was undermining her for her own good in SkyClan's Destiny. I don't like how Dodge dragged SkyClan into his stupid conflict. Or how she went back to the Gorge after Juniperclaw's poisoning, only to be herded back by the noble Clan cats when a sudden flood makes their old home unsafe for some reason.

I don't like how she only seems to get a "win" when she's accepting or asserting that the Clans have the perfect way of life and she should resemble it more-- see the opening of AVoS, where it's strongly implied that Daylight Warriors being unable to fight to defend the camp at night was how The Kin was able to throw everyone out, and thus the practice has been abolished since then. I think these conflicts are frustrating in the way they're written and presented.

So quite frankly I'm tossing a lot of it. First and foremost, SkyClan's primary conflicts should be trying to keep its unique cultural identity. Secondary conflicts should be based around its political interactions with the other Clans at the lake, particularly ShadowClan and ThunderClan, which it shares borders with.

BB!Leafstar's personality is that she's assertive, fair, and polite. In my head I lovingly imagine her always speaking in the tone of a corporate manager trying to keep control of her team as the office goes up in flames around her. While she always tries to consider all perspectives and stay approachable to all her warriors, she's often misinterpreted as being passive-aggressive or not genuine.

In a nutshell: I am personally making sure she's not the sort of dumb she is in canon. I have a vision for this version of SkyClan.

#better bones au #BB!SkyClan #BB!Leafstar

[1863-project]

For the ask game: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about?

[ask meme]

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I...actually get frustrated with the infantilization and/or demonization of characters that could be read as autistic, because it happens so often and there's such a lack of self-awareness when people do it. If one person headcanons it, a bunch of other people pile on, and before you know it, your character is being treated like someone else entirely - and unfairly so.

Let's take the most obvious example and the reason I don't engage with fandom much:

I am so tired of what fandom at large has done to Emmet since 2010. He's been infantilized since day one, often being portrayed as needing Ingo to take care of him or otherwise be his brother's keeper. He's also been turned into a violent, 'unhinged' stereotype since day one. Neither of these things are new. They've been happening since the release of the games. Neither of them have any basis in his canon characterization - a competent railroad employee who's a goofball but simultaneously responsible and always puts safety first.

I was hoping people had moved past that the way they moved past Blankshipping (though some people still do this, too, EW), but it seems like they haven't. Emmet is still either a helpless child or a serial killer waiting to happen to so many of these people, and as someone who actually felt so validated and seen the first time she discovered Ingo and Emmet, it hurts so deeply.

In real life, I'm also infantilized. I turn 35 this year and have a Master’s degree and work a big grown-up adult archivist job and live outside my parents' house, but because I'm neurodivergent and short, I'm frequently assumed to be and am treated like a teenager way more often than you'd reasonably expect. It's incredibly frustrating to constantly be treated like an innocent child because you don't meet neurotypical benchmarks of adulthood the way they want you to or because of the way you carry yourself or enjoy things. But at the same time, people shy away from me because I'm "too intense" about the things I care about.

Sound familiar?

Fandom was, when I was a younger girl, a place where neurodivergent people (especially autistic and ADHD people) were safe from the real world not understanding, accommodating, and accepting us. We generally kept things on the down-low, since it was another thing we'd be bullied for if people knew, but for us, it was a safe space. Then people realized fandom could be commodified, and once capitalism got a hold on fandom and made it mainstream, all our bullies were suddenly in our little space again, and...well, you probably know the rest. (Yeah, they brought their ableism with them.)

I'm not saying old fandom didn't have its problems. It had a LOT of problems. But it was, altogether, a safer space for neurodivergent people to find community and themselves than it is now. Now it feels more about producing things and moving on to the next big thing to produce more "content" to keep engagement instead of an actual community of nerdy, passionate people getting excited about each other's fanworks and chatting about their favorite things together.

And that reflects in how people treat autistic and autistic-coded characters now. Emmet is one example of many - look at Papyrus, or Entrapta, or numerous others.

This trend really, really fucking hurts, and I cannot stand how willingly fandom spaces just go along with it without thinking critically about it.

#replies #moonflower01 #fandom ableism #autism #actuallyautistic #Pokemon #Submas

[wttcsms]

headcanons about the timeskip/pro!bllk boys’ good luck charms that are connected to you

ft. yoichi isagi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri

yoichi isagi + totoro plushie !

✧˖° during one of his breaks in between the football season, yoichi visits you at your college campus the same weekend they’re hosting a little fundraising festival!

✧˖° one of the booths featured plushies as prizes, and one in particular catches your eye: the totoro one!!! you know your boyfriend loves that movie, and he’s already won every other game in this festival. he also refuses to let you carry anything when he’s around, so his arms are just full from hauling the enormous stuffed animal he won you, gift bags full of homemade jewelry and baked goods from every stall, and his personal favorite, a strip of photos of you two taken in one of the photo booths.

✧˖° he’s telling you that he doesn’t need you to win him anything, but you’re so excited to “pay him back” for everything he’s gotten you that all he can do is smile and watch as you earnestly try to win him the prize.

✧˖° he flies back to the country where his team is playing at next, this time with a new traveling companion: totoro the plushie 🥹

✧˖° now begins a new ritual: everywhere he goes, your yoichi brings alongside his travel buddy and sends you pics of them. goofy shots of him asleep with his mouth wide open and totoro resting on his chest while he’s on a airplane or he’s holding up totoro in front of an iconic landmark wherever he is. his favorite pregame ritual now, though, is taking a picture of the plushie sitting on the bench and sending you a text that says totoro says you need to wish me luck! 😄

rin itoshi + friendship bracelet !

✧˖° rin doesn’t do too well with trusting people; he’s gotten better at it as he grew older and slowly got over what he considered to be sae’s betrayal, but there’s still a tiny part of him that tells him everyone he loves or trusts will ultimately leave him.

✧˖° the frayed friendship bracelet that he doesn’t keep on his wrist but is tucked safely in a pocket inside his gym bag proves that at least one person will stay by his side.

✧˖° you gifted him a friendship bracelet during valentine’s day when the two of you were in primary school. even when the two of you both went into high school and ultimately drifted apart, he still hung on to the bracelet, subconsciously clinging onto the hope that you would magically come back.

✧˖° the two of you reconnect during the shibuya trip, and he knows everything is going to be alright when he looks down and sees you still have the matching bracelet on your wrist.

✧˖° he doesn’t look at it before every game; just knowing that it’s secured safely in his bag is enough to calm him down.

✧˖° one time he did lose it, and he accused every single one of his teammates of stealing it and was in a god awful mood the entire game. (he bought a new gym bag and didn’t completely finish transferring over all the stuff from his old bag to the new one.)

hyoma chigiri + your hair tie !

✧˖° chigiri does not like people touching his hair without his permission. you are the only person in the world he would ever allow to get away with messing with his hair whenever you please.

✧˖° one day he’s running late for a game and realizes he forget to bring any extra elastics to tie up his hair to play.

✧˖° you show up to the stadium a little bit after he does, and one of his teammates is sprinting to you, begging you to do anything. confused and a little anxious, you follow him to the locker room, only to see a very exasperated and irritated chigiri.

✧˖° a teammate explains that he offered up a hair tie already but chigiri had claimed it was too cheap and would ruin his hair, not to mention that it would probably loosen during the game.

✧˖° you resist the urge to laugh at your boyfriend; even when begging, he’s still so picky. luckily enough for him, you keep an extra hair tie on you and after being with chigiri for so long, you’re already familiar with his brand preferences.

✧˖° chigiri refuses to play any match without this hair tie after performing a hat trick during that game. when he’s not using the hair tie during a match, you’ll see the tie on his wrist.

#bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x you #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #hyoma chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #isagi headcanons #rin itoshi headcanons #chigiri headcanons #one shot #drabble #bllk rin #bllk isagi #bllk chigiri

[goldensunset]

ah mannnnn it’s so true that bbs is incredibly liminal and clouded and quietly lonely… especially now that we know more about scala and its history and traditions it becomes clear that what we see in bbs is nearly the end of it all. end of the legacy, now only kept alive by master aqua and one confirmed student. i imagine if you just play the kh games in release order and get to bbs it’s like wow cool!! new wielders!!! new lore!!! new aesthetics and stuff!! but in hindsight it’s like oh man those are just the pathetic scraps of what’s left…

eraqus is just some stubborn and sad old man who in any other circumstances would’ve probably never made it like this because there should’ve been many more masters his age who would’ve been more qualified than him, or at the very least could assist him. their home is some tiny remote place not evidently connected to anywhere as opposed to being in the vibrant center of a grand city. there are only three of them and only two of those were presumably like legitimately found under normal circumstances

and knowing all this just makes the end of the game (but especially the part from aqua’s perspective) so much sadder. it’s so quiet and still after all that loud chaos. eraqus is dead. he leaves behind his key as a memento that aqua must pick up and use to finish one last piece of work. xehanort betrayed them and took advantage of terra and now neither xehanort nor xehanort truly exist anymore. they’re just gone. ven is in a coma and needs to be left behind. aqua is alone. we see her walk through the empty and quiet spaces left behind in the world she knew and even she has to say goodbye to that.

aqua’s role in the story was the one who tried and tried but made very little difference in the end. the tragedy couldn’t be stopped. more than just her own friends and home were lost- a legacy rooted in ancient history was all but severed. and this isn’t even something you can fully comprehend going off of bbs context alone but on a revisit of the story it starts to make you insane. the entire game is just absolutely haunted by the past— immediate, scala-era, and daybreak-era. man

#kingdom hearts #kh bbs #bbs #birth by sleep #man. #mine: kh

[dearlymrme]

Hasty

Rating: E

Pairing: Terzo x Reader

Words: 3220

Tags: Quickie, Creampie, Retirement, Enthusiastic Consent, Objectification.

Summary: In the past Terzo would hunt you down before a Council meeting in hopes that you would help him work off some energy. Now that he’s retired and the roles are reversed he is more than happy to return the favor.

Read on AO3, or under the cut:

Your relationship with Terzo is a sexually healthy one, even before his retirement. He often cornered you in the halls, the bedroom, the library, even the confessional once, for a quickie before he had to settle with the Council for meetings. Meetings that could go on for hours at a time, listening to old traditionalists argue about how to better settle a matter that's already been settled five meetings ago.

Old men, pompous and entitled with little regard for how the world works today and would much rather argue on how it used to be done. Outdated, needing the cobwebs swept up and definitely needing some new blood. He believes half of them to be on dementia medication. It’s probably this line of thinking that got him dragged off stage in the first place. Not too much of a surprise but rather an eventuality, he's heard horror stories from Primo and Secondo, and lived it himself since being a boy. Their callousness and disinterest in how they uproot lives and-

But that's neither here nor there.

He's learned since his Cardinal days that a quick fuck, be it with you or into the comfort of his own hand, always turns his brain into a pleasantly flavored jelly after. It makes the meetings more bearable. An orgasm strong and satisfying enough that all their pedantic droning does is jiggle his gray matter to the point it tickles. It distracts him with forging a game plan of how better to repay your kindness once he’s freed, or to find you later for an even more spine tingling fuck.

After his forced retirement though it seems the rolls are reversed. Instead, as both his wife and prime mover, you've decided to saddle the paperwork transitions from III to IV. It's work truly meant for him and he’s told you that he is more than, if not begrudgingly, capable of doing it himself.

You shushed him, pushed a cup of coffee brewed just the way he likes into his hands, and told him that you’d handle it. You explained that you were more than a little bit pissed that they so forcefully removed him, making such a public show of it, and then tried to dog him after with more work as if to say that it’s his mess to take care of in the first place.

You were enraged that the Council even assumed that he would continue performing any kind of duty on their behalf after they axed him. No, they instead made a mockery of him and everything he did for them. You are not going to stand for their hounding. You felt it wrong that they still tried to push paperwork Primo’s way after retirement, you weren’t going to let them do it to Terzo.

“You deserve a break. You were one of the hardest working Papa’s of the Ministry. I know the fans seem to think you’re the player but we both know the truth.” You gently kissed him, his lips, his nose, his forehead. “You let me handle everything and just enjoy sleeping in for once.”

You've been called and pulled from every which way to organize the schedules and new duties for his remaining Cardinals as the rest turned their loyalties from him to Copia. Not all of them favored the new Papa and many of them wished instead to retire. Copia was kind enough to keep the ones who agreed with him and merciful enough to let the others go with no fuss. You wrote up the forms and all that was required of him now was a single last stamp of approval. He was happy for them. A lot of hard workers in his group and he saw a few familiar names on the sheets that made his job easier. He hopes they enjoy their new titles of Archbishop and complimentary responsibilities.

The Bishops, the Deacons, followed lastly by the Sisters and Sons of Sin. Every new hole left behind from the Cardinal’s they lost needed to be filled and formatted. Promotions for everyone. Seeing who’s qualified, who’s been in the church long enough, and most importantly who actually wants the job? Turns out, not a lot of them living in the Ministry itself did. After the showcase with Terzo being removed a lot of people now felt threatened and that gave you a little more work as they sent notes and mail of condolences and concerns.

He feels like everyone was taking advantage of you, himself included. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth but you took to the work like a fish to water. Afterall, you were his secretary before you both became physical. That fact alone better adds a spoonful of sugar to the bitter medicine.

The fact that he knows you're more like a shark than a fish, helps the flavor too. He knows you're making this as much of Copia’s problem as your own. He’s told you to go easy on the man but he also knows not to bait the water with more blood.

Now he has time to settle into the new role as husband. Despite your jab of sleeping in, he’s getting up earlier than you now. He makes breakfast, breaking out a cookbook that smells of bittersweet memories that calls back his boyhood to him. Not much has changed since growing up. Still loved by a woman not afraid to bare her teeth at those who would try to bully him. The whole wing starts to smell of his childhood and sentimentality. Early morning cartoons beat your own alarm clock as by the time he turns on the TV, breakfast is ready.

He’s already sitting on the couch, plate in hand and coffee made. A smile on his face and giggles as you sluggishly stumble and try your best to give him your most appreciative good morning kiss, often missing. You’d watch TV for at least thirty minutes and you’d be ready and leaving before the hour is up. You’d be back for lunch at roughly the same time every day, which he will have ready and warm and almost always something new. After work you’d come back from a meeting and he can almost always expect you to pin him to the nearest wall and attack his mouth like it’s been calling you names behind your back, a bit of opposites; you preferred after the meetings than before. You tell him it’s to make you more optimistic and alarmingly sweet when the old crones droll on. They have no idea what’s waiting for you at home, but you do, and you keep it close like a little secret. You’re near giddy when they seem confused as to how you can stay so happy during the hours-long conference.

He knows exactly what you're talking about. You do it with him too when there is the seldom argument. He dubs it: Hostile Friendliness.

As for what he does in his down time, he’s picked up his old hobbies. Primo has his multitude of plants to tend and the gardens. Secondo has his venture card and a long bucket list of places to go. Terzo himself likes reading and losing his mind in another world of words. Daring fantasies, fighting dragons, befriending monsters.

You’d told him the work is only temporary, that it’ll be done and over soon and then you could enjoy the retired life together but for now, that was the schedule he could expect until it was over.

So, when that schedule is thrown off even by the tiniest of pause, it’s very noticeable.

He glances at the time on his phone, idly browsing for new titles on the couch as you ready to leave. Breakfast is already done and put away. He raises a brow at the half hour mark and you still haven’t left yet.

“Don’t you have a meeting today?” He asks, knowing you can hear him through the open door of the bedroom. It's more of a concerned statement. He knows you do, he also knows that your anxiety for being punctual would usually have you already out of the door by now. That by itself should have had him braced for what you were about to do next.

You appear at the bedroom door, wearing a lovely blue sundress that is just long enough to be considered modest with brown flats. Your makeup is flawless and armed like a knife for whoever tries to talk down your decisions. The dress code for the Ministry is lax unless times of Ritual. But the Council expects professionalism during meetings but that’s exactly what you radiate. He can smell your usual perfume and your hair is already styled for the day.

“Yes.” You huff and take long, promising to the point of threatening, steps towards him.

There is that look in your eyes; viciously hungry, like a starved animal eyeing its prey. He sees your muscles coiled with purpose and itching to spring. The air is suddenly charged, tastes of promise and the sirens of an approaching storm ring in his mind. His body hums with the change of energy, his own instincts telling him that a challenger approaches.

“Take off your pants.” You command, like a boom of retribution, already halfway across the room and by that point his phone is already somewhere else and fingers are playing pestissimo with his belt buckle.

The demand sets off a Rube Goldberg machine in his body, nearly prophesied timing that would kill a weaker man. His blood suddenly ran hot and hellwards, cock already hardening by the split two seconds it takes before he's able to undo his pants, just in time for you to slide into his lap and ensnare his lips into a bruising kiss.

He grasps and clutches at your body like you're his anchor and he's the ship at sea. The storm is already settled upon him, tumultuous waters stirring as you roughly kiss and suck on his tongue. A thrilling amount of teeth nibbles his lip and pulls, ensuring him in a sweet stockholm trap. Were it not for his grip on you his vessel would have already capsized. Rowing and rocking against your insistent hips as they clash against his. He pulls his cocks free from his briefs, you have your underwear parted in less than a second.

“Sit on it.” He pleads, already bleeding for you. Already splitting himself open from sternum to throat and begging for you to feast. “Sit on me. Please, use me.”

You have him. You can have him. He's already yours.

You line up, the lip of your cunt spreads around his shift and it’s more than just the penetration that knocks the breath out of him.

“Soaked!” He laughs, nearly hysterical on the discovery as though he had just found a treasure lost to history. He glides right in as you sink like a rock. It’s a key fitted in place. A cog knocked loose and the gears resumed turning. How long have you suffered? How long did you go this morning without a balm for this need? You need not a moment more before you are slicing your hips, rowing through your own treacherous currents. .

He shakes nearly like an addict, scratching at your thighs for that good fix only you can give him, only he can give you. He pleads, rucking up the fabric of your dress, gliding his hungry hands over your favorite places and basks in the softness of your heated skin. As you take from him he drags tender and sultry kisses up your throat and jaw. You arch your back, grasping at his knees for balance. He watches you with his solar eclipse gaze, memorizing the near blissful and self satisfied expression you wear with pride.

“Yess.” Follow your snake like hiss. Your walls flutter around him, persistently squeezing as if to perfect a mold. He damn near chokes from the feedback of your relief. A devilish itch being scratched with every roll of your hips that has you both purring.

His back shudders as his love turns near revenant in glee. The heat of your core shooting bullets of pleasure through his gut and stirring his insides to knots. He swoops down to track his lips across your neckline and digs in his hands when you run one of your own through his hair, cradling him close before fastening to his shoulder, pushing him back into the cushions before you start a pattern of rocking and grinding.

A breathless and bubbly laugh escapes his mouth as he seeks a hand to the flat of your back to press against him. He slams his hips up and aims directly for your weak spot, like breaking stone with a chisel. The scream that escapes you is loud enough to threaten anyone outside the hallway. But with retirement, damned if he has to keep appearances anymore. The following glee that he can be as loud as he wants makes his cheeks apple a smile.

His body vibrates like a tuning fork, synchronizing all that is him together. Warm and gooey between his joints that melt into his veins and smother his insides in honey. You demand of him; push and pull on him, putting him exactly where you want and how you want. You command for kisses and bites that he savagely provides with no argument. The satisfaction of your praises, your want for more, faster, harder, and flittering kisses as reward. No, he’s not taking orders from the Council anymore. Now, he can worship his one and only matron.

So lost in the righteousness of giving you everything you want, it sneaked up on him. That spring threatens to bounce as it coils tightly in his stomach. There is a zip in his toes that starts to travel up his legs and settle in his core. He’s not long for the world.

“Use me, cara. Get off on me! Use me. Useme!” It's like sin in his veins. Euphoria as you take everything you need from him. Your personal fuck machine to use however you want. All you need to do is tell him how high to jump and he’ll double it. The hold you have on him, invisible strings tangled on your fingertips and him the marionette. He dances to your tune perfectly, wanting nothing more than to put on the best show possible.

He’s already to the point of babbling. Heat melting his core and his balls tightening. He pants, air coming in thin. He watches you, lost in the vision of your unadulterated beauty that would make every tapestry in the Ministry blush.

Your face is one to remember; eyes pinched and brows furrowed. Your pupils have long since devoured the color of your eyes. Your mouth is open, baring your teeth threateningly to the orgasm running to escape you as your gaining ground.

“Your’s! You use me any way you want!” He’s high on the skin contact, as little there is with your thick and strong thighs pinning his own. He’s experiencing sainthood through your body. This is His Lord at work. As close as he can get to divinity by being yours and wholly yours. Your growl, feral, like a beast as you tear into his flesh and rip him apart. He is a feast for your mouth.

One of his hands left your hips to fist at the sofa, like it had a mind of its own. A stupid self preservation instinct kicking in to try and keep him grounded. He rerouted, grabbing his since gone wild hair and pulling, the pinch meant to stave off his orgasm but the pain had the opposite effect, egging him on closer and closer to the finish line. Tears have already escaped his eyes, leaving tracks down his cheeks, and finding their destination in your cleavage. This is thirsty work and he can only hope you'll give him enough time to drink them up once you're done with him.

He breathed in loud, open-mouthed heaves for air as every cut of your hips felt almost like a stab. His chest rhythmically rises with a hitch and despite his best efforts he feels as though he is suffocating. You grab him by his chin and lean into him, ghosting your lips against his own. He opens his mouth and flicks his tongue, beckoning you to play. You marvel at him, eyes casted in shadow. A statement. A promise. His undoing.

“Mine.”

He jerks, going into near excorcistic bodily spasms as he lifts his hips and fucks as deep into you as he can, nearly hurting his back by pressing his heels into the floor and thrusting. His ass leaves the sofa for a bare second before he collapses and his mind sent into delicious subspace. Even with the satisfaction of coming it still wrecks devastation through his nerves.

But a good husband still provides. He gives and gives before you finally have your fill three more rolls in, your clit having tenderized against his groin with each pass before it slaps at just the right angle and sends you spiraling. You slow, fierce cuts turning into leisurely rolls as you allow your pleasure to carry you like sand in the ocean.

Terzo’s hips still shake, his doglike whine breaks the chorus of heavy breathing and you start to move again. You shift, squirm, and finally remove yourself from his lap. He hiccups as his cock, still throbbing from pleasure slaps his stomach in freedom, a pained ‘oh’ punched from his gut.

It’s both the best moment of his life and near torture as he watches you adjust your underwear back in place and brush down your dress. You lean back over him, he can see the concern in your eyes along with those threatening clouds you brought with you. Quickly, he blows away those clouds rendering them as simple fluffs of dandelions. Reaching up with a trembling hand, he cups at your cheek and gives you a confidence instilling kiss. You sweetly melt into him before breaking away.

His body is heavy and muscles are screaming from sudden exertion as they finally relax, he half expects a cramp later. It’s the best feeling in the world. He glances at your retreating figure as you walk towards the door, leaving him a near husk as you make off with all he has to give. Hair and dress back in place, your thumb wiping at touching up your smeared lipstick, glancing at the nearby mirror. You flash him a bit of teeth as you palm the doorknob and chime a wish you well and he's again stunned by the grace of your beauty.

Then he glances down, giving a pained groan as his poor and abused cock twitches at the sight.

The traces of his cum he can see steadily sliding down the inside of your thighs, the image sheared into his mind as a core memory. The knowledge that you’ll be sitting with the Council with the stains of his release on your panties. Fuel for later today when he knows you'll be back, after all your work is done, to better take your time appreciating him.

He can't wait to be picked apart.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost the band #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iii #reader insert #MDNI #dee writes

[soft-mafia]

Writes you headcanons for Buggy x Younger reader so you don’t have to get emberassed asking for them:

- Usually doesn’t go for people who are like, a decade younger than he is. He makes jokes and he finds people in the 20 - 25 range attractive but he usually never actually starts anything because it’s either very clear that they are just at wildly different stages in life, that they aren’t interested in him (and he is a monster he’ll tell you, but he very rapidly makes it clear he’s also not THAT kind of monster), or they are attracted to him and he can already tell that they are either having a wrong image of him or that they are misguided and, again, he’ll take advantage of people but he’d walk into the ocean to drown himself before he goes that route.

-So when he actually finds someone that’s younger than him but actually is interested in him like that and also kind of…. Know what they are getting into with him? Who realize he’s been beaten down by the world and a jackass and pompous and imperfect and a whole nother set of unflattering adjectives but also keep insisting that “Yeah no, I am actually still into that.”? He’s a bit perplexed to put it mildly. Will need ages of confirmation and his partner proving that they are capable of choosing for themself and aren’t just feeling puppy love for him.

- Still isn’t convinced that this entire thing is built to last so it will probably be harder for him to open up to them in any ways, even moreso than it already would be if they were in his age range. In turn he’s actually gonna put in some good amount of effort to make the entire thing not completly regrettable for them. He thinks that you eventually gonna realize that you’re better of with someone you’re age, with a stable life and no criminal record but he’s gonna try and make your time with him at least a good one.

- if your first times with him he’s gonna make damn fucking sure he puts out his fucking A-Game. Not really a gentle lover but he’s gonna make sure you are completly fucked out and satisfied by the end of it. He gives you oral and you will have come at least once before he even thinks of sticking his dick inside you. Way more foreplay and kissing than he usually (pretends to not) like. Keeps his devil fruit powers to a minimum because he figures elaborate Chop Chop assisted positions are a bit much for a first timer.

-After that tough he’ll gladly indulge you in any kinky shit you want to try with him. Goes insane when you grab him close one night with your legs wrapped around him and whisper into his ear if you can call him “daddy”. He’s a constant stream of dirty talk after that “Yeah, yeah come on tell daddy how much you like it!”

- Into dirty talk in general actually, loves to bring attention to your age difference at times. fucks you mercilessly from behind before bending over and whispering “You look like such an innocent little thing. Hard to believe you’re letting a dirty old clown like me fuck you almost every single night. I’m a fucking lucky bastard.”

- For all the big game he talks and for how high his libido still is, he still sometimes regrets going so hard on you the day after. You’re already up and jumping into the shower while he turns around still exhausted from last night. Trying out those new positions seemed like a great idea at the time but now he feels like he’s been swallowed and chewed up. How can someone that much younger than him ride THAT hard? Forgets his worry tough when he hears you humming in the next room. Debates with himself for two seconds if he should go back to sleep before throwing the sheets of himself to come join you in the shower. If one of you starts anything during that? …. Wellll he can deal with being just a little more exhausted at breakfast. You make him feel younger than he is

ANON THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #opla #one piece live action #opla buggy #one piece x reader

[kaythefloppa]

Wild Kratts: Our Blue and Green World Trailer.

Underneath the cut for those who consider it to be spoilery, but we have a trailer for the one-hour special, Our Blue and Green World, airing April 1st, 2024.

The Kratt brothers disagree on what's better; blue oceans or green forests. Aviva takes on the role of referee to demonstrate how oceans and forests work together to make our living planet, just like Martin and Chris need to keep working together. It's up to the gang to get Martin and Chris back in sync in time to save planet Earth from Zach and Paisley's villainous plans.

This special was first mentioned back in May of 2023 during an interview with Martin Kratt heralding the show's premiere of its 7th season. The original title was Blue and Green: The Living Earth before it was chaned to our Blue and Green World. The episode will feature climates and habitats corresponding with the Kratt's "blue and green." With it, will come the introduction of new Creature Power Suits: The ones we have seen thus far in the trailer are Indri Power, Green Anaconda Power, and Blue Whale Power.

My thoughts:

HOLY SHIT THE BLUE WHALE SUIT

HOLY SHIT THE BLUE WHALE SUIT

HOLY SHIT THE BLUE WHALE SUIT

*calms down.*

Ok but I'm starting to see a weird pattern in the PowerSuits in this season. For some strange reason, they have to retrofit the wearer's mouths to match the ACTUAL anatomy of the animal the suit is based off of. They did it with the Wild Pony and the Mountain Goat Power Suit and both of them were.... ugh. Now they did it with the Blue Whale Suit and to be fair, while I hate that particular feature, it's not enough to make me hate the suit. In fact, I kinda like it more because of how silly it looks (Martin is the perfect person to wear this suit tbh). Still though, I wish they designed it like the Crocodile, Hippo, or Puffin Suit where the giant mouth is simply an attachment that doesn't move while the wearer speaks.

For those who don't know, Indris are the largest species of lemur in the world (alongside Diademed Sifakas). They are the only animals besides humans that can find and use rhythm using "wailing songs" to communicate. They're also critically endangered due to slash and burn of their habitats and poaching for their flesh as delicacies (yeah, very odd that Gourmand isn't here, but I digress). There's an estimate to be less than 10,000 left in the wild and are expected to have a population net decrease by 80% within the next 30 years... yeah, considering that they're endemic to Madagascar, not a very good sign. I didn't even know what an Indri was until reading the article, and if I'm not the only one who had no clue about these guys, it's probably definitely a good sign that they're getting some spotlight in this show.

The Indri Power Suit looks so goofy, but again, something about how silly it looks just makes me appreciate it all the more. I... weirdly expected it to be way bigger like the Puffin Suit, but again that's just me.

I am a huge fan of how they designed the snake-inspired Creature Power Suits in the show. But the Anaconda Creature Power Suit... holy shit.

LOOK AT IT /POS

Look at the markings! Look at the green! Look at the patterns, and the color schemes! Chris FINALLY got a green Creature Power Suit to activate! Our boi won! It's also a pretty clever callback to the Amazon special where Chris met the Anaconda (I really hope the Power Disc for this suit is green because god that would be so aesthetically pleasing).

Ngl, if the old flash games were still on the website, and this was one of the Power Suits I could earn for my character, I'd play it in a heart-beat.

I'm really interested to see the Zach/Paisley team up. This season already started to utilize her better by giving her another solo appearance, and now we're seeing a 1 on 1 team up with her and another villain. I was always gunning for a Paisley/Donita teamup but this works too. They're both very similar characters that can bounce off each other in similar, yet different ways (I actually headcanon that they're related - second cousins to be exact - because of those similarities). The final battle is gonna be kickass.

If you were to tell me without any context at all that this was a screencap from the upcoming WK feature film (that this episode is often mistaken for), I would believe you. Because HOLY SHIT! The linework, the lighting, the hues, AND the shading! I am becoming more and more grateful for the 2-year long hiatus - the animators needed time to cook and they fucking COOKED. For an extended TV episode, this is pretty damn impressive.

People don't talk enough about this, but fun-fact: A lot of the animators of this show had experience working for Disney. Erika Worthylake was one of the artists on this show, doing several beta designs for animals such as wild ponies and salmon sharks. In 2019, she was the lead designer for Anga, one of the new characters in Disney's The Lion Guard (which, much like Wild Kratts, was animated in Toon Boom). Ben Balistreri had collaberated with the Kratt Brothers and Luc Chamberland in 2007 to work on the show's pilot episode, creating several different designs for the animated characters. Ten years later, he became the executive co-producer of Tangled: The Series. Kendal Brouet, who animated A Creature Christmas, worked on The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder in 2022. Just to name a few. It's just a fun little thing that comes up in the back of my mind whenever the topic of WK animation comes up, and this instance of animation is so fucking good that I HAVE to talk about it, because I have MAJOR respect for these guys, and if there were ever moments in the show that remind me "Oh, this slaps," I just remember what these talented artists worked on through the years and it clicks together nicely in my brain.

According to Whrokids, this episode is gonna have a runtime of 58 minutes. I found this screenshot of someone who did far more searching and sleuthing for new episode content (they were the ones who found this trailer actually). I'm not sure how valid this particular screenshot is, but if this is the case, then this will be the longest episode of Wild Kratts in history, and will be the closest thing we get to a Wild Kratts movie (until the actual WK movie is released in theaters).

Fucking. Hyped.

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