#yes the phrasing at the top is intentional

[nondivisable]

some of yall need to understand that "my body, my choice" also applies to:

addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting

phys disabled people who deny medical treatment

neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality disorders)

trans people who want or don't want to medically transition (yes, including trans masc lesbians with top surgery and trans women without bottom surgery, yall are so weird to them wtf)

and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase

#he him #trans #transgender #cripple punk #cripplepunk #madpunk #addiction #idk im mad

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Strange Creature's Love

In honor of Ithaqua's release month (beta march 2 and release the 11th but that joseph's birthday lol). Small fic cause it really last minute but here's wonderwall lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: Ithaqua just that weird little guy

The first time you met Ithaqua, it was not during a match but a strange celebration. There are a few events in the manor that give hints to the passing of time here, and those are the ‘"Anniversary” events is one of them, but there is no number to them just like the New Year and Lunar New Year events. He was there watching, not one to approach others, much less socialize.

You only approached because he looked well small, not really that intimidating given he had no stilts or weapon in his hand.

You attempted conversion, figuring as someone new maybe he just was shy.

His words were rather… Odd, unsettling with a threat but a weird hint of something else.

You replayed those words over and over again in your mind, the strange phrasing.

“What exactly... are you looking forward to meeting? Ahh, I see, I see… I feel the same way.” Standing up and then invading your space, you are suddenly aware he still towers above you. You go still as his head tilts to the side like a curious owl, “The moment I met you... how about I make it so you can never say you want to meet anyone else again?” Your eyes drift to the two fingers lifting your chin up so your face is in him completely. “After all... I remember you very well.”

That freaked you out as you ran away when your fight or flight instincts kicked in hard.

The laugh he let out clearly mocking and one that haunted you as he suddenly became a frequent hunter in your matches.

The hyper fixation towards you is clear when he either took you out of the match quickly or saved you for last. A game of hunter and prey, he would stalk you before striking. Waiting if you give up or fight back.

A few times you surrender to avoid him when you only remain, but you always fight, giving your all to either find the dungeon or make it to the exit gate.

Strange looking back as he lays next to you holding your naked body against his body, his cloak covering both as the picnic blanket under you provides extra comfort. His breath is warm on your neck, steady, your hand stroking his messy blonde hair. This relationship sparked by a match where he only wanted you, anyone who got between that was hit yet not chased after.

He led you to the basement where he asked you simply to be his. No sweet words, no gift of romance, he was straightforward about what he wanted.

You agreed unsure, you thought it was a joke. Ithaqua was not joking, especially about his feelings.

Ithaqua hums when you seek out him to share warmth, he growls though when you moan as his cock is still buried inside of your filled hole.

“Careful.”

“Trying but it's cold.” Though spring is coming early this year, it is still cold. Ithaqua wanting to take you in the forest is losing its appeal. “Let’s go back to your room.” Mumbling when he holds you against his chest.

“My room?”

“Yeah, I want to be around you and all that is you, Ithaqua.” He has been to your room a number of times, rubbing his scent on your blankets and you before leaving like a creature. You have come to appreciate it when you have lonely nights.

“Hmm.” Hips his moving slowly, “Yes, after my cum drips down from your hole.”

“Ithaqua, oh!” Holding onto him as he suddenly keeps up the pace, your nails scratching deep into his already scratched-up back, “Ah, please, Ithaqua.”

“Begging yet I have no intention of denying you.”

He rarely does unless he wants to prolong the activity but normally he wants to give equally as he takes.

“Mine.” On top of you holding up and bending your legs to watch the cock disappear and reappear within you, “Yes.” Possessive, it scares you though not as bad as before.

“Ithaqua, God, so deep.”

He chuckles at your words, he likes it when you tell him how good you feel. A pride in being the one to have you crying out to the heavens the name of the Night Watch, to be giving of your love to freely, and to be thoroughly marked by him. It has a few times crossed his mind how he often fucks you enough as he is trying to breed you.

A thought that though he has no want for children, it amuses him how often you are equally eager for him and his cock.

“Ithaqua! So close.”

“Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you fall.”

And you do, a cry of his name with your eyes barely able to lock on his and that taunt cord in the pit of your stomach snapping. You are disoriented and on cloud nine, whining as he keeps going. When the Night Watch is about to cum, he puts your legs over his shoulders as he goes essentially feral. Rutting into you like a beast in heat, snarling and saying at times worryingly possessive words— He has gotten better, but his passion runs deep in these moments.

You barely recover before cumming again with each other, his lips consuming yours to silence himself, your hands trying to grasp his face before he pulls away to soothe your aching legs. He keeps you connected to him until his cock softens and in his mind the idea of his seed taking, silly and foolish but it amuses him nonetheless.

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #idv x you #ithaqua x you #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #night watch x reader #night watch idv #night watch x you

[ghostieyanyan]

If you don’t mind, which yandere twst boys do you see being most likely to exploit a mentally exhausted prefect to kidnap them?

To clarify, I think it can be argued that the prefect would be absolutely done with NRC after six life-or-death situations due to the overblots on top of being forced to adapt to education system of another world and putting up with the quality of students at NRC. You can’t tell me that a school full of villains would treat the only magicless student well. That just screams prime opportunity to manipulate the prefect into leaving NRC to go somewhere “safer” with one of the boys.

Once again, I’m just curious about your thoughts so don’t feel pressured to respond!

yes yes yes!!!

poor perfect tired to the bone from crowly and the other students. if only there was a knight and shining armor that can come and save them.

No longer an accidentally post! But I mean it did help me finish it lol

~Mental-Exhausted!Mc~

Yan!Riddle x mc

Yan!Leona x mc

Yan!Jamil x mc

Yan!Lilia x mc

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, drug use (shrink potion), abusive behavior, chains, collar, gag, parenthood (gender-neutual), gritting teeth(?) (I know some people hate it so ill put it in here), not a lot of proof-reads,

~~~~~

Riddle

yes, riddle was the first overblot (technically) and after his overblot, he felt awful about how he behaved. he was supposed to look after Heartslaybu but he ended up becoming his mother. he hated himself for that.

So now, not only is he taking better care of his dorm, with the help of his dorm. but whenever he sees you, he tries his best to check up on you.

How are you? Do you need help with any school assignments? etc.

they all had sweet intents at first but over time, you started to look drain.. like the life was sucked right out of you. when he asked ace and deuce, they confirmed that you were just tired of all the overblots and being crowley's lap dog. if only he knew how to help you...

at first he asked, trey and cater about how he should help you. they were mature enough to know, right?

cater, being cater, teased him on "having a crush on the perfect" or how he phrased it "oooohhh you are down bad!! lol" whatever that means...

Trey said that maybe ask the perfect if they do need help. but Riddle knows the perfect, they'll say they're fine even when they're not..

riddle felt lost and swallowed his pride as he dials his mother's number.

his mother was furious with the fact that riddle was facing an issue he cant fix himself but what she said about perfect shocked him.

"well.. maybe if this perfect isn't as perfect as their title, maybe they don't belong in Night Raven College!"

with that... the call ended.

now that he wasn't being held by his mother's strings, he saw red...! no one talks about his perfect like that! but.. she has a point.. (which makes him more frustrated) if perfect is miserable here... maybe they shouldn't be attending NRC. but where would they go...?

when he thought about that, he realized he didn't really want to be away from you... you mean too much to him.

so later that day, he requested you to join him in his room, he need to talk to you. you agreed cause why would you be cautious with someone you trust, plus you were too tired to worry about how strange the request was. he gave you tea and asked if you were okay.. you said yes, just stressed with some classes and drank you tea. it tasted... off.

you feel yourself shrinking.. you were shrinking!

you looked at riddle and he was just smiling at you! he picked you up and placed you into a tea pot.

"it'll be okay, my dear. once i graduate and get us a nice home, we'll live our happy lives away from this stress and... toxic poison. But for now, you'll have to behave. i love you, my dear"

~~~~~

Leona

Whether you noticed him or not, Leona watches you run back and forth, from hallway to hallway. Kinda like a mouse running around for food but also staying hidden. Sometimes your running around helps him sleep or just ease him to a zen.

He'd normally wouldn't bat an eye because you're just a lap dog for that crow. But after time has past. He watched as you get slower, more exhausted. like you're pushing to prove something. It ercked him more than he would like. It hit too close to home for him.

When he finally was able to approach you on the matter, you looked like your soul was taken from you. Something within just snapped. He had enough of this. He made the call and suddenly, savanaclaw students came to your side and dragged you to leona's room. If you try to resist, Leona lucky told them to not hurt you too badly. But accidents happens. With their rough handling, you blacked out.

You wake up with a pretty collar around your neck and a chain attach to it? You look around and this is not your ramshackle room. You tried to sit up for a better look and get quick pulled down by the chain collar. It nearly broke your neck! But Leona would say you're being dramatic.

"Quick moving, im trying to sleep.."

You looked and saw Leona. He was laying on your chest and his legs were holding your legs down. He was like a strange weighted blanket. He wasn't in his school uniform but looks like he's in home attire?

"Where are we, leona..?"

You said, scared cause your literally in the hands of a lion that could kill you really quick..

He ears twitched and he looked up at you, bored. But he let out a smirk.

"Were home~"

It took you a minute to process what he said... home? Apparently your confused was evident on your face and leona let out a long sigh. He moved or above you, pining you down.

"Were at Sunset Savanna palace and WE are both gonna be staying here until I can trust you'll be a good obedient herbivore and stay by my side."

You were lost for words and unconsciously started to struggle under leona. Trying to push him off, kicking your legs, he got really annoyed when you accidentally pinched his tail with the bed and your foot.

His retaliation was to slam you down, knocking the wind out of your lungs. As you were gasping for air, he bit you really hard on your throat. You let out a silent scream. You thought you were going to die. This was your last moment of life.

Leona eventually let's go but quickly replacing his fangs with his hand.

"You WILL be obedient... do I make myself clear.."

That wasn't a question.. it was a demand.

~~~~~

Jamil

Jamil hardly noticed you.. PERIOD.

He's busy not only taking care of scarabia but also their housewarden. While his housewarden takes the credit.. he hated it. And the fact his housewarden is so happy go lucky to him too. Makes his blood boil!!

Jamil truly believed that no one would feel his pain, his struggles.. because everyone sees Kalim "success" before anything!

You and Jamil were in the housewarden meeting, well on the outside of the office during the meeting. Jamil had to be there because Kalim and you were there for Crowley...

You both had a quick moment until you asked him hows he been? He lends his head back against the wall and sighs. You laugh at his actions.

"I get that, hehe"

His eye twitched.

"Do you now..?"

"Heh.. I really do. I'm here for Crowley, even tho he's the Headmage. He's like a spoiled brat with responsibility... and HE knowing more about this world, and the work he does for it, more than I do. But nooo... he still gives it to me!"

Jamil stares at you as you vent about your stress and struggles in NRC. He honestly thought that your life is harder than his! How on the seven do you-?

The doors to the office opens and you and jamil both stand up. The other housewardens walked off and kalim ran to jamil, like a parent picking up their kid in kindergarten.

Jamil sighs, seeing kalim's face makes him exhausting... he quickly looks at you, not turning his head to not make it obvious. You were walking into Crowley's office as he hands you a big stack of papers. He practically saw the light in your eyes fade... he HAS to do something.. but what?

A few days past and he just watched you get more exhausted. The more he watches you the more his feelings for you grows. And the more he watched you get degraded the more he wants to set the world on fire for you..

You couldn't hold a conversation as long as you use to now! What is Crowley making you do?

His hand balled into fist. Then he get an idea.. he's always wanted to do this but never thought about it, there will be come changes to the plan with you in it but it could work!

It was in the evening and he stopped by the Ramshackle dorm. With shaking hands he knocked. He can't believe he's gonna do it.

You answer and he quick took out a cloth from his pocket and covered your mouth. Your struggles were pointless with his strength and your muffled screams wasn't going to be heard by anyone since you practically lived in the middle of nowhere. You went limp and he smile grew.

You woke up, chained, gaged, and blindfolded. You didn't know where you were you were so scared.. but you hear foot steps...

"Good morning, my little desert flower~ im sorry I had to contain you like this, I can't risk anymore seeing you. But once we leave the Isle of Sages, ill let you see."

~~~~~

Lilia

Lilia has been watching you since that first day you came here. How much chaos your presence cause, not including Grims presence, was amazing.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel something for you after that first day.

Whenever you're doing anything, he watches. And if hes busy, he has his bats watch you instead. They'll report any and everything about you. Including the dark circles appear under your eyes.

To say he was a little pissed... was an understandment. How dare the Crow hurt someone he cared for..

Lilia had half a mind to just get rid of Crowley with a big display of his remand.. but his kids will be scar so probably not.

He'd would think about if for a bit and told himself, why not just take you to live in Briar Valley? You could live there and he'd support you and care for you. You have a caring personal type with how much you take care of those first years.

You'll make a perfect parent...

Lilia stopped by Ramshackle dorm for a "surprised visit". You thought his strange behavior was just lilia being a strange guy? Meanwhile lilia felt like he was young again when he's with you. He felt shy and anxious. He was all fidgety and not making 100% eye contact with you.

Oh by the seven, you stir something within him and its not unwelcomed.

"Lilia? I don't mean to be rude but.. umm... why are you here..? You kinda came at a bad time.. Crowley has some paper work he wants me to fill out for him.."

Lilia fidgeting stop and if you had his super hear, you'd hear him grit his teeth for a moment.

He flips around suddenly and gets a unsettling smile.

"I came because I just remembered a old story and I wanted to tell someone before it slips my mind!"

You stared at Lilia but nodded for him to continue.

"Do you remember when I told you about the story of the Thorn Fairy? And how she put a curse on this cute little human~?"

With every word he spoke, he got closer to you.. you tried to make some distance but it quickly was put to a halt when lilia grabbed your arm.

"L-ilia.. You're hurting me.."

You tried to pull away but nothing can compete with Lilia's strength.

"Did I also tell you that with skill and focus, a powerful mage, can change the effect of such a powerful spell~?"

You're particularly trembling at this point. He got up really close to you and he shows you a small sewing needle.

"I promise, it won't be too long. Just long enough for everyone to stop looking for you~"

{I didn’t give Lilia an art piece because I drew something similar already}

#twst fanart #twst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twst #yandere twst #art #digital art #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader

[outivv]

You know that saying there are plenty of fish in the sea can I request this with the octavinelle trio

Like there s/o saying it is a saying for their world how whoud they react to it

Synopsis: reactions to the phrase, “there are plenty of fish in the sea”

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: octavinelle

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello!! Sorry this took so long for me to get to, I was planning on writing it before the holidays but got overwhelmingly busy :’). So I am sorry about that, but!! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoy!! Take care of yourself :]

— Azul —

“That’s a stupid Phrase.” Azul blurts out without thinking, he’s not one to usually be quite this… harsh, but he does think that it’s a stupid stupid phrase. “How so?” You Tilt your head, he’s looking up at you, as you’re sitting on his desk. He sighs, and fixes his glasses, “well…” he starts, but doesn’t finish.

He really doesn’t know how to come up with an excuse. Because the real reason he hates that phrase, is because he wonders if you believe it. If you believe there’s more out there for you than him, because he knows for a fact that you’re the only one for him. You notice his face turning into one of pondering, and embarrassment, “but- there’s only one octopus for me!” You say, with a bright smile. Azul furrows his brows, with a small pout appearing in his face, “that’s quite cheesy…” a blush creeps onto his face, “but thank you for reassuring me.”

— Jade —

“Well yes, there are many fish that humans haven’t even discovered yet.” Jade says jokingly, pretending to not understand the meaning. You’re cleaning up mostro lounge with him, and discussing where you came from, bringing up a funny phrase you heard all the time. You snicker, knowing he’s just teasing you, “no jade not like that, like… there’s plenty of people out there… if that makes sense?” Jade looks up from cleaning a table, and pretends to ponder for a moment.

“Hm… I suppose.” He says, and you return to your cleaning, thinking that was that. However, you should know jade by now, but he always surprises you, whether intentional or not. You look over to your left, and see that he’s right there next to you. You jump a little, at his genuine smile, “sorry” he says as he takes your hand in his, “but, I do think I’m the only fish for you don’t you agree?” You were too flustered to utter a single word, as he just chuckled at you, his sharp teeth on full display.

— Floyd —

“But you’re the only shrimpy for me!!” He said, as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. He clearly did not like that phrase, with the pout on his face you could tell his mood was souring by the second, and you had to think of something to salvage it, and fast. You laughed lightly, “yes Floyd, and you’re the only eel for me.”

You pat the top of his head, as he looks down at you and practically whines. You giggle again, saying, “sorry Floyd, didn’t mean to scare you with that” he rests his head on top of your own, “ ‘s ok, just don’t do that again!!”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst jade #twst floyd #twst azul #twisted wonderland headcanons #jade #Floyd #azul #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade x reader #floyd x reader #azul x reader #jade headcanons #floyd headcanons #azul headcanons #jade fluff #floyd fluff #azul fluff #jade x y/n #floyd x y/n #azul x y/n #jade x you #floyd x you #azul x you

[14thcommander]

cosmic love || hange zoe x reader

cw: afab!reader (hange calls you princess though), nb!hange, domestic vibes, established relationship, dirty talk, shameless hange, oral sex, implied squirting, sub/dom undertones, top!hange, bottom!reader

“What are you thinking about?”

Hange’s voice is sweet, despite the intrusion. Careless, despite their nurturing intentions. 

You were mindlessly scrolling through social media – being met with posts about a former classmate traveling abroad, your cousin getting engaged, and an ad for make-up you probably don’t need, but desperately want to purchase. 

Hange is laying next to you, under the same soft covers as you. They’re wearing pajamas, and a pair of mismatched socks – it’s for luck, you wouldn’t get it, they'd say – and their thick glasses are already discarded for the night. 

You chuckle at their words, still. 

“Nothing in particular” You answer, still scrolling, however now you place a gentle palm to Hange’s hair, fingers gently caressing their scalp. “What about you, love?”

The question seems to spark a fire in your partner’s eyes, as if they had been waiting for you to ask that for the past 17 minutes you’ve been laying in your shared bed. They swiftly crawl over your side of the mattress, gently placing a hand on your wrist – at this point, your phone is long forgotten, however they still removed it out of your hand. Just in case. 

“Glad you asked, princess” Their voice sounds bright, like a shot of espresso down your throat. Hange’s touch is comfortable and inviting, the source of warmth on a cold night. Your body naturally responds to them – they straddle your lap, and you place curious hands on their hips. “Was thinking about eating your pretty pussy out before we go to sleep. Would you be interested?”

Despite the slightly playful tone in your lover’s voice, they’re being completely serious. They smile down at you – too sweet to be evil, but too wolfish to be kind. Your legs move against each other, attempting to soothe the familiar ache caused by Hange’s nasty words. 

“Hange!” You exclaim,

“Baby! I’m being serious, really want to play with your pretty cunt right now.”

Your breath hitches on your throat. This feeling is almost dizzying, how easily Hange has an effect on you. After a beat of silence, you nod silently. 

“C’mon, you know I need to hear you say it.”

Again, you feel blood rushing through your body, filled with desire and excitement. 

“Yes, please. Please, I really want that”

They chuckle. Your voice sounds almost whiney, and absolutely eager. 

“Your wish is my command.” 

Your lover kisses you, hungrily and sweetly. Hange places their elbows on each side of your head, balancing their weight on top of you. They place a leg in between yours, and you smile in between the kisses. At this point, you should be used to this, to the way they play with you. It’s so easy, they once said. You always get worked up so fast. 

Hange is used to your body by now, and how it reacts to their touch – they know you like neck kisses, and that if they caress the back of your head in just the right way, you’ll melt faster. They know you like when they bite your lip, but not strong enough to hurt you. Your partner knows that you like to hear them talk you through it, and their dirty words are the main reason you get turned on in the first place – how carelessly they say it, how effortlessly attractive they are. 

Of course, they reaped the sweet fruit of your submission after exploring your body with curiosity and selflessness. 

“Open your legs for me?” Their voice is gentle, but raspier this time. They phrase it like a question, but it feels like an order. 

Hange removes your nightgown, leaving you bare against before them. Your nipples perk up due to the chill air, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the moment. Obeying them, you open your legs, showcasing your glossy pussy to Hange – a smile blooms on their lips, nothing short of pride. 

“Beautiful” They mumble, as they place open mouthed kisses down your body. Your skin smells like your favorite scented lotion, that you applied shortly after getting out of the shower. You feel warm, inviting. “You’re so fucking beautiful, did you know that?”

You smile, as heat blossoms on your cheeks. 

“Yeah? My pretty thing.”

Hange reaches between your legs, kissing your inner thighs. You moan, hips bucking up eagerly. Your lover chuckles, and you whine. What a sweet balance, they think. 

After a few more moments of teasing and riling you up, Hange finally gets to your clit. They start slowly, you’ll give them that – attempting to keep it cool, lapping gently at your needy bundle of pleasure. 

Their tongue is flat against your clit, often moving around it, in circle shapes. A whistle hot feeling bubbles on your lower abdomen, as you moan softly. You place your trembling hands on their head, gently gripping on their dark locks. The thing is, you know Hange’s body too – how they get turned on by your reactions, and how they adore your praise. 

“So good,” You whisper, as they suck particularly hard on your clit, before going back to lapping at it. “It feels so good, Hange.”

They blush, as they start to lick you more eagerly, getting intoxicated by your taste. Your lover’s hands grip on your thighs, fingers digging in your sweet flesh. 

Your partner’s moves are getting hungrier, a bit messier too. You’re drenched, and desperate, hips grinding against their face. They look like they’re enjoying this, taking as much pleasure as you. 

Their movements are precise and experienced, yet not robotic and automatic — their touch is dripping with love, devotion and adoration. It’s so beautiful and intriguing, almost as if your bodies will melt with each other, as you become one.

Hange likes you like this, completely at their will. They can tell you’re moving towards your orgasm, and they could ruin it – they could do it, but won’t. Tonight doesn’t feel like the type of night to play with you like that. No, they want to bring you towards the edge and push you off of it, how many times it takes to get you properly fucked out. 

“I’m close, baby. So close, please don’t stop” You whine, and Hange moans against your needy pussy. “Please, oh my god, it feels so good” 

They place a warm palm on your hip, gently caressing it, as if to say: don’t worry, I got you. 

Your lover adores eating your pussy, it’s their favorite thing to do — however they do have to recognize its one downside: they can’t spill filthy words, whispered against the shell of your ear, as they swallow your last cries with a hungry kiss. 

This time, they grip your thighs a little bit harder, fingers digging on the delicious flesh beneath them, as if to give you permission to come. The white hot feeling bubbling on your lower abdomen finally explodes, causing your body to convulse in pleasure. 

As your limbs relax and your heartbeat eases, you come down from your high – although it doesn’t mean Hange wants to stop. They give you a moment, lightly pressing kisses on your inner thighs, and whispering sweet nothings against your soft skin. 

“You were really good for me.” They whisper, smiling softly at you. “Think you can give me one more?”

#hange x reader #hange x y/n #hange smut #hange x you #hange zoe smut #aot smut #aot fanfic

[roseworth]

rating different versions of jason by how insane they are

someone made a joke about this in the tags of one of my posts and i thought that was hilarious so now im doing it. these are just the ones i could think off of the top of my head i cannot stress how little effort im putting into this

canon jason: 8/10

yes he is extremely mentally ill but everything wrong with him is funny so no one should ever fix him. sure babygirl killed some people but he knew exactly what he was doing. not to mention he is legally sane according to arkham asylum :)! he is insane but in a normal way

three jokers jason: 9/10

he is a little more insane than normal jason i am going to be real. not his fault though. same origin but things are 10x worse for him here bc this entire book is titled "be mean to jason at every turn." however i do take off some insanity points because he is very pretty

bombshells jason: 0/10

he is a little guy that has done nothing wrong ever in his life. completely sane and if anything ever happens to him i will kill everyone in this room then myself

world without young justice jason: 3/10

he is mostly normal except for the fact that he knows hes supposed to be dead and is having a crisis over that the whole time :( also he burns to death at the end of the issue which i guess isnt necessarily insane but its not normal so it gets a few insane points

flashpoint jason: 10/10

babygirl WHAT r u doing as a priest. what is wrong with you

wfa jason: 9/10

he is too normal in this and it makes me suspicious. what do you mean youre just hanging out with your family. what are your intentions. why.

suicide squad get joker jason: 6/10

i guess hes relatively sane here. also hes in belle reve and not arkham so he is legally sane here too! he gets some insane points for being in a bad book, but also some points taken away because he is very pretty here. most of the points come from the fact that he didnt shoot joker at the end. what the fuck.

arkham knight jason: 30/10

sweetheart we are going to put you in therapy fr. he is so near and dear to my heart and there is so much wrong with him. this man invented the word insane and he gets worse every day. he is so babygirl. he is the "him" in the phrase "i could fix him" because there is nothing you could do to make him worse. and i love him so much

#jason todd #dc #long post #i could fix him. but why would i. #he is so weird and strange and he is my favorite character to ever exist #also idk how many times i babygirled him in this post but i should have done it more #he is my babygirl fr

[actual-changeling]

On unhealthy relationship dynamics

A little while ago, I stumbled across a post discussing Aziraphale's character on a meta level, and without knowing the content, I was completely unprepared when one single sentence pushed me from 'uncomfortable but doable' into 'triggered and panicking'. The post itself was triggering from start to finish, but that phrase stood out to me.

Why am I telling you this?

After calming down and thinking about it for a few hours, I realised what exactly my brain had reacted to—victim blaming rhetoric repackaged to fit Aziraphale and Crowley's situation. Victim blaming is, to provide a short summary, the act of putting blame for mistreatment on the victim instead of the perpetrator. It's a concept often used in r/pe discussions, but it can be applied to any abusive or non-abusive situation as long as a power imbalance is created, meaning you have at least one person harming another in whatever shape or form.

If you broaden the definition, you can apply it to more situations, including—and this is where we reach the actual topic—their relationship and the Final Fifteen (F15).

That is exactly what some people have been doing—putting all the blame on Crowley and absolving Aziraphale of any and all responsibility as if it were his fault that Aziraphale broke his heart

Before anyone runs to the comments, let me clarify what I assume will be the FAQ.

no, I do not think Aziraphale is abusive

I do not think that their relationship is abusive either

no, I do not hate Aziraphale

yes, I know what I am talking about

everything I will talk about is largely based on what we as the audience actually see and know, combined with interpretations of the intentional subtext Neil wrote into the show.

I have been actively in this fandom since the second season was released, and I have seen a lot of (hopefully accidental) ableist & generally insensitive takes. These are the ones I see the most and what I personally consider to be important topics of discussion, but the same logic I will be applying to these can be applied to many, many more situations.

Since my meta posts get very long very quickly, I will be posting them in parts and always linking back to the others, plus this one as the masterpost.

Part 1—Nice Is A Four Letter Word

The basic pattern is this:

Aziraphale refers to Crowley with a 'nice' term -> Crowley gets upset and tells him to stop -> Aziraphale hears him but continues anyway.

There are reasons behind Crowley's rejection, and I will go into detail, but I want to make one thing very clear: It does not matter why Crowley asked him to stop. He set a boundary, and Aziraphale repeatedly and intentionally overstepped it; this causes understandable anger and frustration.

Crowley does not owe Aziraphale an explanation, just like you would not owe someone an explanation when you don't want to be called x-term. Mutual respect requires the acceptance of personal boundaries like that, and by breaking them over and over again, Aziraphale tells Crowley that his own wants are more important than Crowley's needs.

In the 1827 Edinburgh flashback, we see the consequences of Crowley doing good/being called good (which are usually connected, meaning if they notice someone is calling Crowley good, he most likely did something to cause that) firsthand, and so does Aziraphale. He gets dragged down to hell and tortured for up to thirty years.

Even before that, Crowley expresses numerous times how hell punishes good deeds, and they are 'always listening' in on him. You would assume that Aziraphale would stop to keep him safe—and yet he doesn't because he cannot accept the reality of Crowley's situation and refuses to listen to him.

On top of that, Aziraphale only ever "praises" Crowley when he does something he personally sees as praiseworthy, aka something good/kind/nice/angelic/etc. but never when it is something that CROWLEY would like to be praised for, or at the very least acknowledged. We see it in season 2 over and over and over again: Aziraphale cares for no one's thoughts or plans except his own and has no interest in even hearing Crowley out.

Aziraphale calling him nice is not a sweet little gesture, it is an intentional overstepping of a boundary Crowley has been trying to enforce for centuries, and it reinforces the dichotomy of good angels/bad demons, with angelic existence being the ultimate goal. At the very least, it's disrespectful towards Crowley, and at worst, it is actively keeping Crowley in a trauma response, tugging on his leash whenever he tries to explain reality to Aziraphale.

To have a healthy relationship, Aziraphale needs to stop.

part 2 - part 3

#alex talks good omens #good omens meta #crowley meta #aziraphale meta #go meta #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen

[transmutationisms]

starting to loathe the phrase ‘gender affirming surgery’ tbh like yes its a category, get why it exists… yadda yadda…. and yet it feels like setting up a dichotomy of ‘our pure intentioned god honoring surgery’ vs ‘their vile frivolous surgeries’ like there’s some sort of epidemic of surgery georgs that deserve to be shamed or shunned.

yeah it's a frustrating phenomenon i've noticed, where even people who consider themselves trans-positive will critique plastic / cosmetic surgery as being frivolous / self-loathing / socially regressive / anti-feminist and then they'll try to tack on some kind of caveat that exempts the 'approved' procedures done for 'gender affirmation'. in practice this is not an actionable distinction lol, and trying to restrict access to plastic surgery legally or through social shaming mechanisms is going to affect trans people and transition care no matter how you slice it. these kinds of claims also get particularly confused by the fact that there simply is no clean line between procedures sought out for transition and procedures sought out by cis people... eg, how are you going to sit there demonising buccal fat removal or rhinoplasty or lipo as only existing due to social pressure and being therefore abhorrent, without also threatening access to those procedures for True Transsexuals using them for Approved Gender Changes?

and anyway, more fundamentally what actual difference is there between, like, a cis man not feeling manly enough and getting hair plugs or whatever because of that, and a trans man seeking out lipo or top surgery or whatever else as part of his transition care? like what actual line exists here, when gender and gendered beauty standards affect us all, cis people no less than trans, and shape ideas about what the 'normal' and desirable body looks like? and i don't think 'gender-affirming surgery' is some morally pure category either, like what was i seeking out when i got top surgery besides a normative idea of a 'male chest' defined along lines of eurocentric, able-bodied standards just as are any other concepts of 'normal' gender embodiment...? i've said before, but: fundamentally you either think people should have the autonomy to change their own bodies through surgical means if they so choose, or you don't. this isn't something where you can pick and choose because there's no ontological difference between the procedures and justifications you like and the ones you don't lol.

[pedropascallme]

Can you write a smut one shot of Toki from Metalocalypse having sex for the first time with a serious girlfriend he loves? Thanks!

AN: Sorry this took so long <3 This is my first time writing for Toki, and despite all the grammatical irregularities he uses I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope you like it, too.

“You ams’so pretty.” Toki mumbled, still half asleep, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face as you stirred. You blinked your eyes open and smiled at him, taking in how beautiful he looked with his hair messy from sleep, his baby blue eyes still hooded and semi-hidden by his eyelids.

“You’re delirious from lack of sleep,” you shifted yourself further towards him, laying your head on his chest and cupping his face in your free hand, “I’m hungover and I need to wash my face.” He smiled down at you and kissed the fingers that had strayed slightly from his cheek and grazed over his lips.

“Nos,” he put on his serious voice, “you ams pretty. And you should stays with Toki in beds all days.” He wrapped both arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You smiled wider into him, musing on his sweet words and broken English. You had learned—fairly quickly—that no matter how many times by how many people Toki was corrected, he would always use the verbiage and grammar he felt was correct. He was proud to have come this far, and you recognized how hard it was for him to have learned English in the first place after growing up so isolated, so you and everybody else he interacted with (save for Skwisgaar) let him speak how he wanted to. Still, you found it humorous, albeit endearing, how he made so many alterations to the language.

“I’ll stay in bed with you.” You sighed, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink against him and the mattress. “You’ll get bored pretty quickly, though.”

“We can finds somethings to dos.” Toki rubbed a thumb over the arm you had draped over his stomach.

“Mm? In bed?” You felt yourself falling back asleep.

“I…hmm…” Toki tried to find the proper phrasing for his intentions. “I wants to have sex withs you.” It came out far less smooth than he had hoped. Your eyes popped open, partially due to the unexpected forwardness of his words, and partially due to the combination of excitement and nerves that began to bubble up. All you could do was stare at him, a shocked grin on your face and your eyes wide. “You don’t wants—”

“No! I mean, yes! I—Toki. Of course I want to have sex with you.” You stumbled over your words.

“We don’t have tos. We can builds a new model airplanes. I just gots a Tu-144!” He sat up slightly, jostling you before you managed to pull him back down, hoisting yourself up to be face-to-face with him.

“Toki, I want to have sex with you.” You scanned his face, looking for signs of…anything. He stared at you before shooting you a shy smile.

“I don’t wants you to feels pressure-reds.”

“You’ve waited this long to ask,” you reassured him, “and I’ve waited this long to answer.”

“You ams not—you amsn’t a groupie, you know.”

“I tried to be.” You joked, thinking back on the day you met Toki, how he had led you to his room after a concert and all the two of you had done was talk all night, sitting criss-cross on the bed that you were now lying in a state of partial undress next to him in. Even then, some number of months ago, you knew there had been a reason that he had always been your favorite Dethklok member. “I know I’m not.”

He seemed to relax slightly at your acknowledgment of the fact that this situation was entirely different to that of a band member fraternizing with a groupie; this had never been a one-off thing. He’d been calling you his girlfriend since a week or two after that first night. And you loved it. You loved him.

He moved to kiss you, moving his body just enough to ensure he was completely underneath you, and you, in turn, straddled him and planted your legs on either side of his body, deepening the kiss. He pulled away suddenly to look up at you.

“I loves you.” He whispered, and you felt the atmosphere in the room change; this was serious. It was all real.

“I love you, too.” You whispered back, leaning down again to capture his lips once more. You both smiled into the kiss, utterly enraptured by one another. Toki was yours, and you were his, and you were so deeply grateful you had managed to get tickets to see the band play live all those months ago.

“What—how does you wants to—?” Toki spoke between heated kisses.

“My—on my back.” He flipped you over, long hair falling in his face when he looked down at you splayed out for him. You laughed, reaching up to move the long strands out of his way and tucking them behind his ear as he had done for you earlier that morning.

“Wow-ee…”

“Toki.”

“Mm?”

“Our clothes.”

“Oh!” He clumsily shed himself of his pajama bottoms while you stretched your torso to make it easier to remove your shirt and underwear. The clothes were strewn somewhere off in a corner of the bedroom, and you refocused your attention on Toki. You felt him, hard, rubbing against your core, and the vague friction it created already had you on edge; you had both waited so long to ensure your first time was comfortable, longed for and not rushed into. At this point you were about 85% sure you could cum from him touching any part of your naked body.

“Can—I wanna taste you.” You reached up for him but he gently captured your wrists in his hands.

“Nots now,” he placed your hands at your side, “Needs to—please, just needs to fucks you.” He was halfway to begging as his cock throbbed against you.

“Yes. Please, Toki, yes.” You gave him the go-ahead. He lined himself up with your admittedly dripping cunt, and you were almost embarrassed by how easily turned on you had become—though the rational part of your brain reminded you that it was a good thing. He pushed his hips into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the feel and stretch of his cock inside of you. You let out small gasps as he sunk into you, finally bottoming out and staying still. He breathed heavily, and you could barely breathe at all; you felt so full—so complete with him buried inside of you like this. You knew that both of you were plenty experienced in this respect—sex was a natural part of life for him as a major celebrity, and you had experienced the occasional dry spell, but Toki was hardly your first. You also knew it was different now, with each other: this was genuine, full of love and mutual respect.

“Move, Toki. You can move, please.” You didn’t have to tell him twice; he slowly brought himself back, nearly pulling his cock out of you entirely, before pushing himself back in. You pulled him down, now chest-to-chest and moaning in each other’s ears. He sped up, relishing in the way your pussy swallowed him with each thrust of his hips. You could only make pathetic noises, mostly gibberish that sounded almost like his name before you managed to regain an inkling of composure to say it properly. You reached a hand down to rub against your clit, and Toki pushed it away to replace your fingers with his.

“So goods.” He moaned, screwing his eyes shut as he began to move at an even faster pace. You felt the knot in your stomach slowly tighten, before it completely came undone and you were cumming underneath him, all over his cock.

“I love you, Toki.” You were whisper-shouting, lost somewhere in the bliss he had created for you. “I love you so much.”

“I loves you so much,” he panted, thrusts getting sloppy, “wants to shows you all the times how much I loves you.”

“Show me.” You whispered, looking up at him beneath your lashes and bringing your hands to wrap around his neck. He pulled out, grinding himself against your lower stomach before finishing across your stomach and chest with a loud groan. He collapsed on top of you, and the two of you remained, sweaty and sticky and breathless in bed, for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other and both tracing shapes on the other’s skin.

“I knows I said I wants tos stay in beds all days,” Toki spoke up, “but this ams sticky.” He motioned to his spend, which now coated both of you from the chest down.

“Shower with me.” You mumbled, twirling your fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp with your fingertips. He grinned, sitting up and arranging you in his arms bridal style to carry you to the bathroom.

“I loves you.” Picking you up, he whispered the words into the top of your head.

“I love you, too.”

#metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse smut #toki wartooth #toki metalocalypse #toki wartooth x reader #toki wartooth x you #toki x reader #toki x you #toki wartooth smut #hehe send me asks

[mirageofadesert]

"Out of time" - Appreciation post for Li Susu portrayed by Bai Lu

Out of time: Traumatized Time Traveler

Li Susu is chosen by fate, time and birthright to fight the Devil God. She has bravely faced him to protect her family, her sect and her world - and lost them all in the blink of a (red, sexy) eye. Travelling 500 years into the past to prevent the rise of the Devil God has left her traumatised and overwhelmed. On top of that, she has to find her way into Ye Xiwu's life, which has left her a mess.

Through it all, Li Susu never loses her distinctive personality. She has a strong moral compass, cares and loves easily. Within a few weeks, she reciprocates the love of Ye Xiwu's family and, according to Bai Lu, develops feelings for Tantai Jin's relative early on. She is also cheerful, cheeky and stubborn, but also smart and modest. This is where Bai Lu's charisma, chemistry and comic timing really shine.

As an audience, we see the world through her eyes. I have seen complaints about her early behaviour - described as cruel and contradictory towards Tantai Jin. It seems that one thing that divides the audience of Till The End Of The Moon isn't simply their opinion of Ye Xiwu early on, but rather the ability to emphasize with her character and behaviour. It seems that some people fail to understand her complexity. She is not mean or vengeful, she is overwhelmed and traumatised. Li Susu struggles to find the right path between her own morality, her developing feelings for Tantai Jin and her mission. I find this inner conflict fascinating and well portrayed by Bai Lu. She doesn't act in a logical way - but how could she do such a thing given the extraordinary circumstances she faces? I think the inner logic of her character is coherent.

Her introduction as the main character is well done, both in terms of writing and acting. We meet her at one of the worst moments of her life, which gives Bai Lu a chance to show off her acting skills right away. For me, a lot of dramas lack compelling female leads, especially before the character development unfolds, so seeing Li Susu's emotional turmoil in the first episode gave her depth and range from the start.

Out of time with the society around her

There is another meaning of the phrase "out of time" which I think fits Li Susu quite well: In the musical sense, it means "not in accordance with the appropriate musical rhythm or tempo". It refers to her not dancing to the same beat as everyone else around her. This is not only because of the time travel, but also because of her upbringing as an immortal "pure spirit body" in an isolated sect. This position as an outsider makes her a more relatable character to modern audiences.

Li Susu doesn't fit into the social and gender roles of her new era. Like the century-old demon Pianran, she defies these norms. She is free-spirited but righteous, conflicted but persevering.

The show challenges us to root for more multiple characters whose goals are at odds with each other. And if the audience is able to keep track of these different perspectives, and keep up with the tension of the resulting contradictions, the plot becomes a nuanced and complex story about the greater good of the world as well as the struggle to control one's own destiny.

I found Li Susu very likeable and enjoyed her journey through three arcs. However, I regret that the last arc was cut and that her character development was not allowed to fully unfold.

Out of time in her relationship with Tantai Jin

Li Susu and Tantai Jin are out of time in every sense of the phrase. As they travel through three arcs, three worlds and two lifetimes, they are never quite on the same page, never quite in sync.

In the first arc, Li Susu hides her true intentions and can therefore never fully reciprocate Tantai Jin's feelings. Tantai Jin then spends 500 years desperately searching for a spirit whose real name he doesn't even know.

In the final arc, Li Susu tries to move on from Tantai Jin while he still tries to resurrect Ye Xiwu. Once reunited, she tries to peruse the Heartless Way to seal the evil bone, while he tries to win her back.

They only get into rhythm for a brief moment after their betrothal before they are separated in preparation for their wedding.

In the final episodes, their initial roles are reversed, with Tantai Jin hiding his true intentions for the greater good and lying to Li Susu. He is running out of time to let her ascend to godhood and stop the All-in-Distress Way before it destroys everything. Even as gods, they are still not on the same page, as Tantai Jin denies her the choice to follow him into death and rebirth, instead tricking her into living on alone.

Nothing symbolises this theme better than the final scenes at their graves: visiting them and mourning each other at different times, never to be reunited again. This scene is so heartbreaking that even after watching the show four times, I still can't make GIFs of it because it makes me cry.

Never out of place: Bai Lu's acting

Bai Lu's acting is another highlight of the show. While her chemistry with Luo Yunxi is well documented, she actually manages to have great (non-romantic) chemistry with the entire cast. Their relationships always feel ingenious and alive. Between Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu, the showrunners have managed to hire four very impressive and emotional eyebrows!

Bai Lu's facial expressions are always on point and elevate her scenes. While her approach to comedy involves exaggerated facial expressions, in more serious moments she is able to portray many different emotions at once without it feeling out of place.

I have talked a lot about Luo Yunxi's acting in the show, but I think Bai Lu deserves a lot of credit for her role beyond their chemistry. She is such a joy to watch on screen! From funny to heart-wrenchingly sad, she made me go through so many emotions and tissues. To be able to touch the audience in such a profound way is the highest compliment I can give her!

Behind the scenes, Bai Lu is a vibrant and dedicated person who gives her best to every scene: Be it immersing herself in mentally demanding or physically exhausting scenes. I'm looking forward to getting to know more of her acting.

Edit: Spelling!

#till the end of the moon #tteotm #bai lu #ye xiwu #luo yunxi #cdrama meta #tantai jin

[abitofboth]

some more owen carvour hcs because I’m unwell about him

he's meticulous when it comes to cleaning his guns. almost every night on a mission he will sit within the twilight and carefully take them apart and clean every piece. the same goes for his knives, brass knuckles, and any other weapons he happens to use.

he’s pretty consistent with shaving and cutting his hair; keeps his usual length, and a clean shaven face. when he’s going through a rough patch his hair will grow a bit longer and he’ll turn up to work with stubble.

post fall, his hair is down to his shoulders and he has a permanent 5 o'clock shadow.

he doesn’t play games he knows he can’t win. he was so certain that he was going to be the one to kill curt, not the other way around.

he can do tricks with his switch blade and he DELIGHTS in showing off for curt.

big fat crush on brandon shaw from hitchcock’s film ‘rope’. fucked up spy obsessed with his very own fucked up blorbo.

takes the piss out of curt for having a thing for james bond (“the name’s carvour. owen carvour.” “shut UP.”)

connected to that, curt loves the bond novels but can’t concentrate long enough to actually get through them. owen reads them out to him and does voices for all the characters.

he tells curt that “that secret died the night you left me for dead”, but I don’t think that he stopped loving him as soon as he fell. he hated him, yes, but he still loved him. some small part of him was still desperately clinging onto the hope that curt would come back and 'rescue' him from chimera for at least a year or two.

somehow manages to be kinda toxic with his own masculinity but also (in the privacy of his and curt's relationship) fucks with gender a little. for example, he doesn't allow himself emotional relief because 'men don't cry', but on the other hand relishes in being called 'princess' and owns a few lipsticks. loves leaving lipstick kiss marks on curt.

curt is pretty big on cars. he likes tinkering with them, fixing them up, knows all you could need to know about them, and has strong opinions on which ones are good and which ones are shit. owen couldn't care less- as long as it moves and it's not an ugly colour, he's happy.

he has doubts about his job and the governments he serves. where some spies blindly follow, he reluctantly trails behind.

the black and red leather jacket used to be owen's, but curt borrowed it one day and conveniently 'forgot' to give it back. owen has no complaints- he likes curt wearing his clothes and he barely wore it himself anyway.

he stands by the notion that british words and phrases are gospel, and american words and phrases are stupid and wrong.

known for a bit of a resting bitch face. he always looks pissed off, but is probably only pissed off 50% of the time.

older than curt, but only by a year or two.

he is kind to those with less power, and directs his rage to those in charge instead.

has a tendency to pull at his hair when he's super freaked out.

he has panic attacks more often post-fall.

he knows he's hot shit. plays on the 'british charm' when he's flirting with marks and it works every single time.

he knows a decent amount of french. not quite fluent, but enough that he can easily navigate most conversations.

spicy, don't look too close

he likes to take charge most of the time because it's owen, he loves having power in all situations, but he has a submissive streak in him. he doesn't like to admit that it doesn't take much to get him whining and begging.

phone sex. it's risky, but he likes it. transatlantic jerk-offs are key when your partner is in another country.

tops more often than he bottoms, purely because he thinks curt prefers it that way.

pull his hair and watch him melt.

likes when curt manhandles him. he has muscles, and owen wants him to use them.

he'll whisper filthy things to curt on missions with the sole intention of riling him up at the worst possible time.

he enjoys bondage regardless of who is the one being tied up.

#spies are forever #saf #owen carvour #curtwen #tin can bros #tcb #millie talks

[theveesbf]

It's my birthday today :D

I was wondering if you could write something for an adventurous and mischievous reader with Ink and Dream who celebrate their birthday? Maybe with cake or party or other shenanigans idk

Thank you in advance

Happy birthday ~

☆notes - hello!! I did this really fast so I'm sorry if it looks rushed lmao! I hope you enjoy it! Also, happy birthday <33

☆content - headcanons of how dream and ink (separately) celebrates your birthday

☆warnings - none

☆characters - ink!sans and dream

[♡] Ink

Ink has your birthday noted down somewhere so he doesn't forget when it's the day. He's the type to remember it all year, except on the day itself.

Definetly wakes you up in the middle of the night just to scream you a happy birthday! He cannot wait until tomorrow, it has to be done at that moment.

Once you finally get to rest though, Ink takes you to a bunch of aus to celebrate your birthday. Some of the aus might include underswap, outertale. He also takes you to The Doodle Sphere.

Speaking of which, it's where he prepared the decorations and a birthday cake! I mean, at least tried to.

Ink probably burned the first attempt of a cake, and the second one is falling apart, but hey-! The intention is what counts right?

By the end of the day, after almost forgetting about it, Ink gifts you a drawing of you two, holding hands with a big "Happy Birthday!" On the top of the paper.

If you ask him to stay with you and cuddle, Ink might agree to it. There's a chance he'd decline, but since it's your birthday, how could he say no?

[♡] Dream

Dream would prepare a lot of things one day before your birthday. He wants it to be perfect for you!

He would like to hang out with you on a calm and more quiet au, just talking and laughing with you.

If you want something else though, no worries!! Dream has a lot of ideas prepared. He might take you to a zoo, or a cozy au.

Maybe even play a game with you if you teach him how to play it. He just wants your birthday to be your day, to do whatever you want to! As long as it's not harmful of course.

Dream probably went for everyone he knew to ask about what he should gift you. Yes, he knows you the best, but what if his present isn't good enough? Or you don't like it?

But in the end, Dream would just gift you a plushie that looks like him along the lines "Here, so you can remember me whenever you're feeling down."

He's definetly baking you a gorgeous cake!! With your favorite colors on it, a bunch of those decorations on the cake and this stuff with a cute phrase on it.

When the night comes, Dream would say his goodbyes to you. Buuuut, if you're down for it, he can cuddle you to sleep.

#✮ zip's works #undertale au x reader #undertale x reader #undertale #undertale au #ink sans x reader #ink x reader #ink sans #dream x reader #dream sans #happy birthday love <3

[siilvan]

MWIII spoilers BTC!!! (it’s all Yuri ehehehe <3)

MY LOVE. MY HUSBAND. MY DARLING BELOVED SOULMATE. MY POOKIE WOOKIE WAR CRIMINAL MEOW MEOW MAFIA WIFE. MY GUMDROP LEMON CAKE HONEYBUN CINNAMON SWIRL CHOCOLATE-DIPPED STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE. *INHALE* MY—

listen. i have MANY feelings about his new look. am i appreciative that he’s here at all? yes. am i going to be writing fics based off his reboot lore? absolutely. do i prefer his old look? 100%.

his actor (raphael corkhill) absolutely nailed his performance. it was phenomenal. i have zero complaints about the acting, he exceeded any expectations that i had. i just wish they had casted someone who was slavic (not necessarily russian, none of the russian characters are played by russians anyway lol) and looked a little more like OG yuri.

his voice? show-stopping. i held my breath the first time i heard it. i loved OG yuri’s voice (brian bloom <3) and somehow they’ve managed to top it. i literally fell asleep fantasizing purely about his voice last night – it is that amazing. and his chuckles, his little hums? i can’t get over it.

and the height upgrade? OG yuri was 5’11/180cm. reboot yuri is roughly 6’2/188cm, comparing him to laswell. his actor is only 5’8, so it was definitely an intentional move lol. they wanted him tall.

this isn’t a full review because i honestly haven’t seen everything yet. there’s apparently extra dialogue that laswell and nikolai say about him that a lot of people keep missing. supposedly, he used to work for barkov, just like makarov. nowadays, he’s affiliated with the kastovian armed forces. i like the change, it’s something new while still calling back to his OG backstory.

whenever i write reboot yuri – it’s with the OG’s face in mind lmao. new guy did great, but i’m going with what i prefer to look at, which is OG.

bonus blurry yuri because the phrase “blurry yuri” makes me giggle, it rhymes <3

#mw3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #cue every ‘fuck me’ song cause that’s how i feel #i will go until this man is shooting blanks #until he forgets how to speak english #until i learn russian #till the room is a biohazard worse than his base after two chemical warhead missiles hit it #my husband is back and i’m honestly going to throw up and cry from the excitement #sylph.talks

[capricornlevi]

cw: v brief mention of injury/blood. nsfw, mdni (wc ~900)

nightclub bouncer toji who says you’re his favourite of all the bartenders who work there.

a customer only has to look at you the wrong way before they’re getting kicked out; you don’t even have to glance in toji’s direction to know his eyes are on you for the entire shift. if someone breaks a glass in your section, toji clears it. if anyone starts bugging you or kicking up about paying their bill, a few words from toji will resolve the issue before you even have time to blink.

when the club closes and there are only a few staff left, those remaining will usually have a drink to close out the night - only when the owner isn’t there, of course - and toji will always, always want you to be the one to make his drink. usually it’s a straightforward order - a beer, maybe, or a shot of whiskey - and he’ll spend the next half-hour nursing it, gaze fixed on you as the rest of the group share stories of the shift that just finished.

your coworkers tease you for it. playful stuff mostly, little jibes about being ‘toji’s little favourite’ and how you’re so precious to him he’ll go out of his way to make your shift easier.

you don’t mind the jokes much; toji never oversteps or makes you uncomfortable. you actually like having him there, his presence is weirdly … comforting. calming.

you’re sure it’s just some friendly affection, that he’s taken a shine to you, nothing more.

until one night when a particularly shitty customer takes a swing at him, leaving a nasty looking gash above his eyebrow. (the instigator left the club in a far worse state, but to be fair, it was self-defence)

toji insists it’s nothing, rolling his eyes fondly at your concern, but you know he needs first-aid. you’re the only one with any expertise in that area, so you stubbornly grab him by the hand and lead him to the staff room. he lets you guide him, fingers gripping yours firmly.

when you’re inside, he takes a seat on the couch without protesting any further. you take out the materials and start to clean his wound, wiping the blood from his eye and wincing when you see the cut.

“it’s nothin’” he mutters, sensing your concern. “ive had worse.”

he’s so … close. only inches away from your face, and .. yes, you can see the evidence of other injuries, pale silver scars etched on his skin. you can also see how soft his hair looks from up close, the hint of a smirk on his lips, the way his eyes flicker down to your own mouth.

you haven’t moved in a few minutes. he notices.

he moves an inch closer, just enough to gauge his intentions. you close the rest of the space between you.

capturing your lips in a soft kiss, he smiles into it as the smallest moan catches in your throat. you taste tobacco, mint, a little whiskey from earlier in the evening - and just the kiss alone has your heart hammering against your ribcage, your muscles weak and head spinning, heat collecting in your core as though you'd been turned on for hours.

you note that he’s more careful than you thought he’d be. he’s not boring or timid - god, no, he’s driving you mad with just that gentle movement against you - he’s moving so carefully so as to tempt you further, giving you just what you need then letting you take the rest.

a few soft licks into your mouth, the way his teeth tug on your bottom lip so, so gently, the fact his hands are inching up your thighs and gripping your waist, pulling you down on top of him.

before you go any further, you get up to lock the door.

—

you soon find out for certain that you’re toji’s favourite.

with his cock buried deep inside you, your face pressed into the cold leather of the couch, phrases like “so pretty for me”, “that’s my girl”, “takin’ me so well” repeatedly falling from his lips, there’s really no doubt about it, after all.

you’re grateful for the noise of the club outside since they’re drowning out the obscene sounds you’re making; lewd little moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the unmistakable wet sounds every time he sinks back inside you. he pulls you back on a more forceful thrust and you gasp, fingers sinking into the couch cushion to steady yourself. he's hitting so deep your eyes roll back in your head. your breaths come out in shaky little gasps, chest bouncing as he speeds up his pace, both of you chasing release.

he’s not content with just making you come on his cock, either. even after you came with him deep inside you - his cock pulsing with his release, you quivering around him as he groaned into your ear - he pulls out, flips you over and starts fucking you open with his fingers, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin he can see.

it’s not long before he’s hard again, pupils blown out at the sight of your wetness on his hands.

yep, you have him wrapped around your little finger. it’s so fun being toji’s favourite.

#toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader #Toji Fushiguro x You #may tries to write #ngl I never thought I’d write for toji but here we are … this man … #a wild au: toji has a job

[9w1ft]

so many signs

so i had this thing in the back of my mind that i wanted to share a little bit about, because i think it’s highlights a little bit of karlie’s easter egging prowess

so as many of you know, i have had a certain piece of jewelry identification that’s been top of mind for awhile. a mysterious (and hilarious) evil eye necklace that karlie first wore on her birthday last year, august 3rd, 2022:

it took a long while to identify but with the help of @kwyw and @corneliastvendor and input from many more, we diligently settled upon a match with the brand Mejuri.

so

…i dunno if you remember, but back at the beginning of the year @kwyw also pointed out that there was an extra connection, between this evil eye necklace and the amulette de cartier:

both talismans of Courage.

the amulette de cartier has its own place in kaylor lore (if it’s new to you you can read about that here and here and here). but, veterans of quarantine kaylor remember how this rep era necklace made a unique surprise appearance during lover/folklore era, ultimately coinciding with karlie’s 2020 pregnancy. which, given the symbolism of the necklace, i think made a lot of thematic sense… being pregnant during the height of a pandemic is scary and, speaking from experience, i as well found myself in search of things to give me that extra peace of mind.

so seeing the necklace have that Courage keyword connection, i couldn’t help but uhhh, have a feeling so peculiar. now, with the gift of more (celebratory) information, let’s take a look at all the times karlie has worn this necklace (*reminder that some of these may be a day off because of the big time zone difference between me and the US):

August 3rd, 2022 — (as pictured above) karlie’s birthday, she writes “cheers to new beginnings xx”

September 2nd, 2022 — this therabody promo, which many of us got a kick out of after midnights was announced, first because she mentions 3am (the name of the extra version of the album) and the word midnight and second because this tiktok is set to the tune of ABBA’s “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A Man After Midnight”

November 19th, 2022 — a post captioned friyay, notably, wearing a loewe shirt, the designer who she wore to the met gala

December 11th, 2022 — to a celebratory kode with klossy event for her young scholars

December 13th, 2022 — she wore it as part of several instagram stories she had up on taylor’s bday (thank you @kwyw for the reminder 😆)

December 18th, 2022 — she posted this the same day she posted the photos of her josh and levi at the ice skating rink (mikey and misha were there too) before heading to japan.

February 3rd, 2023 — february.jpg

and then, at the met gala on May 1st, wearing loewe, she announces her pregnancy, and tells everybody that she is nearly 8 months along!

now, if we are to assume that she is 8 months along this may, we can count back ( 7mo along in april, 6mo march, 5mo feb, 4mo jan, 3mo dec, 2mo nov, 1mo along in oct, 0mo sept) and see how in order to have conceived in september, prep for that would likely have started in… yes, the month before. august! aka… when she first debuted the evil eye necklace!

and when you look back at all the phrases and contexts accompanying her posts with the piece, you can kind of see how the necklace works in concert with her setting her intentions, potentially celebrating milestones like finding out, telling people, hitting the 5 mo mark which is when the majority of pregnancies become more stable, etc… this is all to say, and this is just a simple thing but, i feel confident in saying that this necklace was in fact one way of her hinting at her next child, since all the way back in august 2022 ☺️ and since it’s an eye necklace? well, 😌 all the more nice of a feeling.

#evil eye #all eyes on us #jewelry

[sergeantsporks]

Witch Switch: All of Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Transcript under the cut

Cover: The Robin Roast Clock, but looks like Flapjack instead

[Opens on ticking clock made to look like the Robin Roast logo]

[Caleb sits at a table with a polite, uncomfortable smile while Principal Hal yells broken off phrases about Phillip]

Hal: Reckless behavior-- Destructive-- nearly got the school BANNED from the museum--Endangered himself and others--

[Caleb becomes even more anxious; he's still smiling, but his face is shadowed, the smile nervous and fake, and the world around him tunnels, Principal Hal's voice indistinct]

Manny: Hey

[Manny's voice snaps Caleb out of his spiral]

M: [smiling cheerfully and redirecting] We all know what Phillip did--I think it would be a better use of our time here to figure out solutions. Wouldn't you both agree?

H: [Calmed down, but a bit taken aback] Oh. Ah. Yes. I suppose

M: [out of sight] Great! Caleb?

Caleb: [relieved to almost crying] Yes, please

[Caleb lets out a relieved sigh, then looks up at Manny, who gives him a knowing "I've got your back" wink. Caleb looks down again smiling while Hal and Manny start discussing solutions]

[Shot of the outside of the cafe; through the window, you can see the three men discussing. Cut to Flapjack, who is watching everything from a perch in the inside of the awning]

Caleb: [wiping down tables] Hey, Um. thanks for helping me out back there.

Manny: [putting chairs up on top of the table] [cheerfully] My pleasure! Principals can be... a handful. Camila used to struggle with them, so I understand the pain.

C: [offscreen] Well, you have my thanks. Both of you. How is Camila?

M: [holding himself hesitantly] [sad] Ah. Well. The diagnoses has been hard on her. Hard on both of us, of course.

[Cut to Caleb, who is halfway through wiping a table, but has paused, listening intently]

M: It's a hard thing to accept. But I think we're both starting to come to terms with it.

C: [looking away to the ground] I'm sorry

[Cut back to Manny, who is leaning on a table]

M: [back to cheerful] Eh, hey, I just hope I make it until Phillip's an adult so I don't worry about you two anymore. Don't stress out over me.

[Caleb locks the door to the Robin's Roast Cafe behind he and Manny]

Caleb: Hey-- thanks again for tonight--

Manny: Seriously, Caleb, don't mention it. I'm sure-- watch the step-- I'm sure Phillip is getting antsy being by himself for so long.

C: Oh, I didn't leave him alone. My girlfriend's looking after him.

[Cut to just Manny, who's finger-gunning at Caleb]

M: [amused] HA, alright, Casanova. This the same girl from a couple years ago? The one Phillip was getting all tetchy about?

[Cut to Caleb, who's looking away, blushing slightly, one hand on his face]

C: Yeah... Evelyn. He's past that now (I think). But actually... there was something I wanted to ask you about

M: [disembodied] Yeah?

[Caleb has now fully tilted his head to look at the floor, away from Manny. His whole face is red]

C: Um... it's just... you know, it's been a couple of years, and things have been going REALLY well...

[Cut to Flapjack, who watches from the eaves with narrowed eyes]

C: [from below] She's really been there for me, and... I don't want our relationship to just stay where it is.

C: Which is why... I think I'm ready to take us to the next level

[Flapjack's jaw drops, and his eyes widen]

[Manny is looking up at the ceiling, one finger up in confusion]

Manny: The next leve-- oh.

M: [excited now] OH! Oh, congratulations!

Caleb: [offscreen] She hasn't said yes yet

M: Still! That's great, Caleb! Does Phillip know? And-- not that I'm not happy you told me, but what is it you need me for?

[Cut to Caleb, looking sheepish and not looking at Manny]

C: Oh. Well. It's just. I mean, you're the closest thing I've got to a...

[Cut to Manny, who is gently smiling in understanding]

C: [offscreen] ...Ah, never mind. Phillip is actually what I wanted to ask you about. Do you think he's ready for that kind of change? I'm worried that trying to bring someone else so completely into our lives will upset him, and maybe I should wait until he's older?

M: [considering] Well... I think you should definitely talk with him about it before you and Evelyn take any steps in that direction. Phillip has been... resistant to change in the past, and this is a pretty big change to make.

[Cut to Caleb, who seems anxious]

M: [offscreen] Ultimately, though... the choice is yours, Caleb. It's a choice that affects Phillip, and of course you should weigh his feelings heavily in the matter. But it is your decision. So, Caleb...

[Cut to Evelyn, who has her arms crossed and looks supremely unimpressed and a bit angry. Manny's words float around her]

M: ...What do you want?

[Caleb and Evelyn's heads are floating next to each other in a more cartoony style. Caleb is wincing, while Evelyn glares]

C: Am I in trouble?

E: Very.

[Caleb and Evelyn are having a conversation. Evelyn has her arms crossed and is angry while Caleb is apologetic and worried]

Caleb: Did Phillip...

Evelyn: Phillip was fine. (Well, he locked me out of the apartment, but that's whatever). I'm mad at you. If you're going to lie to your brother about where you're going to be, the least you could do is let me know so that I can lie too and not nearly tell him on accident

C: [wincing, sheepish] Ah, geeze. I'm sorry. I didn't think about that. Did he figure it out? (Also, he did WHAT?!"

E: Don't even worry about it. But Caleb...

[Cut to Evelyn, arms still crossed, but more confused/worried than angry]

E: Why are you lying to him in the first place? This is a big thing-- don't you think he should know what's at stake if he continues like this?

[Caleb takes Evelyn's hands, sad, while she looks concerned]

C: Look, I know it looks... bad... that I'm lying to him. And it is! I don't like doing it! But I'm worried he'll over-correct and make himself miserable if he knows. If it gets worse, if despite our best efforts he does something like this again, I'll tell him. Just... trust me?

[Evelyn looks away with a small, sad smile while Caleb smiles back]

E: Okay. I trust you.

[Evelyn, on a motorcycle, waves goodbye to Caleb. She speeds through Gravesfield, eventually ending at the old house, where she gets off. The motorcycle disappears, and she holds out a hand for Flapjack]

[Cut to her hand clicking the key portal]

Evelyn: Some hypocrite I am, huh, Flap?

[Her ears poof into witch ears]

E: I mean, who do I think I am, telling Caleb not to lie to his brother when I’m hiding everything I am from him?

[Flapjack chirps]

E: I know, I know, you’re right.

[Cut to Caleb, who stands outside of the door to the room he and Phillip share]

C: Evelyn’s right.

E: [disembodied] I should tell him soon.

C: We’re not supposed to lie to each other.

E: [disembodied] But I wouldn’t even know how to start!

C: I just… don’t want to worry him.

[Cut to dual panel, Caleb placing one palm and his forehead against the door while Evelyn puts her palm and forehead against her side of the portal door]

C&E, simultaneously: I’ll tell him when I’m ready.

[End Part 2]

#yayyyyyyyyyy part 2 all of part 2! #wow you can really tell where that giant break was huh #witch switch au #toh #the owl house #long post #witch switch comic #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #wittecouple #witteclaw #manny noceda #my art