#and how many nice potential interactions there could have been

[saigethearies]

saige’s terrortober presents…

future

seeing how good tetsuro is with kids has you wanting him to put one in you.

camp counselor!tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

contents/warnings: breeding, unprotected doggystyle, vaginal fingering, kitten and mama petnames, mentions of marriage and babymaking, no pregnancy reader is on birth control, reader and kuroo are in college and work at a camp

wc: 1.4k

18+ MINORS DNI

the crisp fall air felt even more refreshing at night. the changing colors surrounded the camp in pretty hues of orange and red, matching the warm flames crackling away in the middle of the circle. storytimes are firepit were always a hit during the fall season, when the camp operated more as a babysitting service for couples on a date night rather than the usual summer sleepaway. it was honestly nice, allowing you to keep your counselor job into the start of the semester without having to work as many hours so you had time for your coursework.

the convenience wasn’t the only thing you loved, though.

“the group inched closer to the closet, flashlights held tight in their hands as they crept through the dark,” kuroo narrated, voice projecting so every kid listening in could hear.

you smiled at the way your boyfriend had them all on the edge of their seat, everyone’s undivided attention on the rooster head as he told his tale. he knew exactly when to pause for dramatic effect or when to emphasize a certain point. it was honestly impressive how great of a storyteller he was.

“they finally reached the door, turning the knob slowly and opening the door with a loud creak only to find…a report card! full of f’s!”

the kids all laughed, seemingly amused with the funny twist kuroo chose to end his story with. he didn’t want to send the kids back to their homes too scared, now. you chuckled along with them, heart feeling all warm watching the way he interacted with the children.

in your three years of dating, it was not lost on you how naturally amazing kuroo was with kids. he always treated them with the same kindness and respect he would give an adult, and you could see the content smile that would come onto his face whenever a youngster would engage in conversation with him.

not only was it precious, but it was honestly attractive. you were nearing the end of your college years, graduation on the horizon, and he’d already brought up the m word multiple times- not to mention you caught him studying the sizes of your rings that one time. while you told him not to rush anything, you knew he was the one you were going to marry. not only that, but this was the man that would most likely be fathering your children, and every time you saw him bring a smile to a kid’s face, it just reminded you of how amazing of a dad he was going to be.

and that made you want him so much.

knowing that he would take such good care of you and your potential babies drove you up the wall, wishing you could skip to your white picket fence era despite telling him that the two of you were young and didn’t need to be in a hurry.

kuroo caught you staring at him from across the firepit and sent you his signature grin, and you had to resist the urge to press your thighs together, knowing that this wasn’t the place.

the thoughts were still shuffling around in your mind when kuroo drove the two of you back to his apartment later, shift finally over now that all of the children had been picked up by their guardians. visions were dancing across your brain of him gently rocking a little baby, giving piggyback rides to a toddler, teaching a child how to spike a volleyball.

your boyfriend had noticed you were much more quiet than usual but chose not to question it. he figured you would talk once the two of you got home.

the elevator trip once you arrived was silent, and kuroo was starting to worry that there really was something bothering you.

so imagine his surprise when your lips were crashing against his the second he locked his front door, smaller hands gripping his shoulder and pulling him down to your height. his eyes went a little wide in surprise before he closed them and melted into the kiss, never one to look a gift horse in the face.

you pulled away to gasp for air and he grinned, bringing a thumb up to press against your bottom lip.

“what’s gotten into you, kitten?”

nothing could prepare him for what you said next, your eyes glassy and breath labored.

“wanna have a baby with you.”

now wasn’t the time, both of you knew that, and it was mainly just the lust talking at the moment. however, the idea still filled both of you with a sense of excitement and adrenaline. you were on birth control, but a little practice for the real deal in the future couldn’t hurt, right?

you felt his large hands snake under your t-shirt, forehead coming to rest against yours.

“is that right? my pretty girl wants to become a mommy?”

you nodded. “wanna make you a daddy.”

he hummed at that, beginning to kiss you once more as he backed you towards his bedroom, tugging both of your shirts off in the process. each of you were shedding your clothes, nude as can be by the time you reached the bed.

kuroo gave you one final kiss before commanding you to get on the bed.

“all fours.”

you did as you were told, keeping your ass towards him and arching the way he liked. you heard him step towards you and almost cried when you felt his fingers teasing at your entrance.

he slowly pumped his index and middle in and out of you, amazed at how wet your cunt already was. how long had you been wanting this?

not in the mood to waste time, you craned your neck to look at him, a desperate look in your eyes.

“inside, tetsu! want you inside now!”

he normally would refuse, insisting on prepping you. but tonight you had asked for a baby. you asked for a baby as if you knew about the endless dreams and fantasies in his head of you with a sweet little bump on your belly.

he’d give into your plea to forego foreplay tonight, but only this once. only because you managed to hit him where it really hurts.

the moan that tore from your throat as he split you open was the neediest he’d ever heard, and he wasted no time in starting to cant his hips as deep as possible. you were mewling, trying to push back to meet his thrusts each time, the want to be filed fogging your mind.

“so good! so good!”

you felt his hand between your shoulder blades, pressing down to arch your back even more. he groaned as he started to hit even further down in your walls, as if he was trying to get as close to your cervix as he could.

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me.”

he didn’t think he’d ever felt your pussy grip him this tight. you were going to milk him for everything he was worth, and he honestly couldn’t wait.

you felt him lean over you, his chest against your back as his hot breath fanned against your ear.

“gonna be the prettiest mama ever. can’t wait to see how beautiful you look carrying my baby.”

you whined at his words.

“baby! want your baby, tetsu! want it so bad!”

“fuck.”

your cries had him pistoning into you even faster, so ready to give into your pleas and grant you your wish. maybe not today, but someday.

the coil in his stomach had grown so taught, and from the way your thighs were shaking, he knew yours had, too. he brought his thumb to your clit, knowing it would be the last shove you needed to tumble over the edge with him.

“where do you want it, kitten?”

he already knew the answer.

“inside! inside inside inside, please!”

one last rub at your sensitive nub had the wave of pleasure crashing over you, your orgasm sending kuroo into his own as he spilled his cum deep into your cunt. you’d never felt so full in your life.

you slumped against the bed, boneless. you heard kuroo chuckle behind you and felt a kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

“come on, mama,” kuroo said. “don’t go tapping out on me just yet.”

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saige’s terrortober masterlist

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[bdsmrist]

im high rn so u can ignore me but going insane over the fact that the harry that is nice to kids and likes them is *basically* the canon harry.

like harry wants to be nice to cuno despite how annoying he is, and makes a massive graffiti that says I LOVE YOU CUNO so he grows up knowing that someone out there (harry) loves him. not to mention if kim eats shit n dies, cuno comes w u and u advocate for him to become a junior officer.

also, his scene with annette is so precious; how he can tell that shes extra polite because shes guarded, and when he sees her nails, he doesnt scold her but rather sympathizes with her situation. AND stands up to her mom and calls her out for being a shitty parent (which most ppl irl never do).

and when he meets the anodic teens/young adults, hes so fucking desperate to be perceived as cool while simultaneously reassuring these kids that they are cool, and that their dreams and aspirations are valid and special. like these kids are *homeless*, but he uplifts them to the point where as a player u can easily forget the fact, because he doesnt treat them as such. he treats them like complex people, like fellow artists.

like can u imagine just how kind this man mustve been to his student as a coach. how many shy kids he befriended and got out of their shell. how many kids came out to him as queer (n he was cool w it). and how many kids he can-opened into telling him of the troubles back at home, and how he talked to them through the pain. like do u think he became a cop because a part of him hopped he could help these kids even more if he did?

i think its intended to understand harry as a complex man who holds immense amounts of resentment to the world around him, and has the potential to be one of the most detestable people ever. as a cop, and as an addict, hes seen both the worse of humanity, and seen the worse of himself. so hes meant to have one or two regrettable interactions w those around him.

BUT! he knows kids are never the problem. he understands more than anything that kids are just kids, they need to be protected, and be treated with patience, kindness, and respect. like yeah, u can punch cuno, but the game doesnt rly want u to. if u do, the skills, HARRY’s skills, tell u ur an asshole, and resent u for it.

so in short empath/gentle harry du bois is the best harry du bois. im not sorry abt it.

#normalize being kind to kids and young ppl #i think its based that harry is bringing back being nice to kids #to the point where he looks kim look bad in comparison #not that kim is a bad person i love him but like im just saying harry defo sets a good example #and when he does kim is like ‘damn…. yeah this guys alright’ #hdb #disco elysium

[yumeka-sxf]

Seems like today's new chapter is hinting at another new arc - the final exam arc maybe?!

I still think Endo is planning something special for chapter 100 that may be connected to this arc. Regardless, it's nice for the whole "Anya's good at classical languages" subplot to be highlighted here...so curious if it'll end up being important.

I was cracking up at Anya's whole "snotaconda" joke 🤣 She's such a kid, and Loid is so done.

This is now the third chapter that the Authens have consistently appeared in since their introduction (except for the short mission of course). It's really making me think that they're going to be important for something, if not in this arc then later on.

Like many others, I'm on the fence as to whether they can be trusted or not. They've been portrayed only favorably since they've appeared, having several sweet moments with Anya. Plus, Sigmund is shown to not have his wits about him a lot of the time, which would be very detrimental to someone who's tactically trying to deceive others - unless his whole "senile old man" thing is just an act! If anything, he could have some connection to Anya's past, since he has so many books on classical languages...but he was a professor after all...so many mysteries!

Tiny Twiyor crumb of Yor being embarrassed talking about Loid. She doesn't seem to get embarrassed when she praises him in front of others when he's not there, like with Becky, but if he is there...yeah 😅

There was a lot of wordplay in this chapter that I think the translator did a good job conveying. In the above scene, Sigmund says he's "a pro at exposing secrets," so Anya mistakes the word "pro" for "furo" (bath).

In this scene, she mistakes Sigmund's "eureka" for "yuukari" (eucalyptus).

And here, instead of "booger constrictor" she says "hanaconda," a combination of "hana" (nose) and "anaconda."

This is actually the first chapter that Loid has played a significant role in since the end of the Mole Hunt arc. Since that ended with a big character development chapter for him, I'm curious to see how much he's changed, even subtly. In this chapter we can see that he's even more hesitant to interact with Yuri, which makes sense.

Also, Sigmund opens his eyes to a new way of acquiring knowledge he had never thought of before outside of his cold, calculating spy training. In addition, we see Sigmund being openly affectionate with Anya, patting her on the head and even hugging her when she says that she strives for world peace.

Again, nothing so far has portrayed him as anything but good-intentioned, perhaps as a way for Loid to eventually learn to be affectionate with Anya too. But that doesn't mean Sigmund isn't hiding something, even if it's not malevolent.

Loid's line here towards the end of the chapter was particularly ominious.

Ugh, so many mysterious and potential plot twists! In addition to a cliffhanger, the chapter ending gave us cursed facial hair Anya 🤣

Two weeks to see if she passed or failed! 😳

#spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #twiyor #sxf spoilers #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers

[nightskyslayer2]

Aegon claiming his sister in the most filthy way possible, wanting to make her his forever after years of tolerating seeing her with other men and finding a potential suitor at the recently held feast.

Aegon x sister!reader (super freaking filthy) 18+ SMUT

Y/n was kneeling infront of her brother, him looking down at her with pure lust and love. Gods forbid how much he loved his sister. “You’re so beautiful” he said in a dreamy voice with a few seconds of silence between it before slapping her cheek in a punishing manner. Aegon grinned, carefully inspecting the red mark he now had left on her and grabbed her by the chin. “Don’t you ever talk to him again”

Today the Targaryens had held a feast in order to find any potential suitors for y/n. To many peoples surprise she had actually danced with some quite nice lords but Aegon on the other hand couldn’t stand it at all. Especially when the Starks eldest son seemed to be very interested and nice towards his lovely sister. They talked and laughed together for some time and y/n even seemed to enjoy his company. Aegon just watched them in disbelief and jealousy.

It has to be said that it was quite hard to find suitors for the targaryen princess, as it’s almost everywhere known that the young girl is rather rebellious and adventurous, especially when it comes to sexual interactions. She had been seen several times at the flea bottom whore house and almost through the whole red keep there were spread many rumours that her older brother Aegon had laid with her too. Alicent had completely lost her hopes for her uncontrollable daughter many years ago, so when the young Stark lord showed interest in her earlier she got so incredibly relieved and happy for her, thinking her reputation could be saved with marriage.

But Aegon had a different opinion on that. He was in love with his little sister for probably his entire life. He loved the fact she was so rebellious and different than the rest of the boring people at the red keep. They had a great friendship throughout their childhood, always close and near one another and when they grew older they found new exiting ways to have fun with each other. Aegon was indeed the first one she had ever had a sexual encounter with and to no ones surprise the one who took her maidenhood quite early. Alicent and Viserys despised them for a very long time but they couldn’t do anything about it. They had each other’s back. Always.

Y/n did sleep and fuck with other men too, at brothels or taverns, some guards even, but Aegon always happened to grow so jealous of them. He wanted her to himself. Every single part of her.

“You’re such a whore of a sister but I fucking love it.” Y/n looked up at her brother, her cheek still stinging from his slap but it gave her some sort of pleasure. She loved the way Aegon was with her. Just the sexual tension between them made her feel absolutely thrilled and indescribably horny. She had fucked many men but nobody did it like Aegon does. The siblings had such big desire for each other, absolutely devoted to see one another in filth and excitement at any daytime and at any place they were at. The gardens, the carriage, the kitchen, they even fucked once on the iron throne when everyone was asleep.

Aegon quickly got rid of his belt and undid his pants, giving his sister little to no time to prepare for what’s coming next. He bit his lip as she immediately opened her mouth wide for him and he rammed his cock down her throat, clawing his hands into her soft white hair. Aegon held her tight and made sure every inch of his hard cock was down her throat. He didn’t care about her tearing up nor her desperate gagging. He just wanted y/n to please him fully. He loved the sounds she made and the vibrations of her voice. He grinned down at his cock drunk sister and growled, hands now forcefully guiding her head off of him.

“Look at you” he said while already slightly creaming at the sight of her drool and tear covered face looking up at him. “I love to see you suffering, I fucking love to see the pain in your stupid fucking face whist you still eagerly provide me pleasure.” he gently caressed her red wet cheek, his eyes going all soft and vulnerable at the sight of her happy exhausted face expression. “So happy and pretty with your head all empty for me”

He then threw her on the bed, stomach first, grabbing his sisters ankles and yanking her near the edge of it where he was still standing. He didn’t care and he didn’t want to wait any longer so he ripped her dress apart, making y/n squirm in shock. Aegon then hummed and slightly moaned while guiding his palm up her bare back. “So so beautiful…” he praised under his breath as he looked at her aching and wetness leaking cunt. Y/ns head was still spinning from the lack of oxygen but she was more than ready for the filth that was about to hit any second.

“I’ll give you all of me if you give me all of you” Aegon whispered in her neck as his fingers gently played with her hot cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure and pushed her ass back into him, wanting to feel more and closer to her brother. Aegon chuckled in response, his already hurting cock in his free hand, ready to provide them both with the pleasure they were so desperately seeking in each other.

The oldest Targaryen didn’t even hesitate, slammed all the way into his sister and held himself as deep as possible inside of her. Both of them crying out in satisfaction. He reached for y/ns underbelly, slightly pulling her up against his torso while pressing down onto her to make sure she took every last inch of him. He felt his cock pushing inside of her with his hands pressed on her abdomen, making both of them moan out loud when he pressed onto it. Her warmth and tightness made him immediately twitch inside of her. Y/ns eyes rolled back as her head fell onto the mattress and Aegons short nails digged into her ass cheeks. He hummed into her back, still trying to reduce any separation of her and him.

He desired the complete and utter domination over his sister, he wanted to make her his, he wanted to mark her with his cock and cum so no other man would ever allow himself near her again. He wanted to bind his sister to him, showing her that all the shitty men she once had before him were nothing and total losers compared to him.

He slammed his cock into her over and over again, never seeking to stop nor be gentle with her. He grunted and moaned in pleasure. This was all he had ever dreamed of and the fact that y/n seemed to enjoy it just as much made him only go faster and rougher. He fucked her so hard, the young princess wasn’t even capable of finding any words, just laying there getting fucked stupid by her brother. He stuffed her aching cunt full of his cock over and over and he was planning on never missing a day without it ever again.

Of course Aegon was fully intending to release inside of her, breeding her and seeing her full and stuffed with his cum. He wanted to milk her tight hot hole all the time and make her drip and leak of it as much as possible.

Y/n squeezed her brother heavenly as she came around him and dug her nails even deeper into the mattress underneath her. “Aegon please…” is all her empty brain could release from her mouth. Aegon was breathing so heavily, looking down at the red and bloody mess he caused on her burning ass cheeks. “Yes, yes come on me.” he growled as he reached for her head again, forcefully grabbing her by the hair in order to get her mouth to open wide for him. Y/ns toes curled and her thighs began to shake because of the way Aegon still fucked her hard through her high. He looked down at her crying state, blank eyes looking back into his before he spat into her mouth and threw her head back into the mattress again.

Shorty after he came balls deep inside of her clenching cunt but that still wasn’t enough for him. He still wanted more. He demanded all of her. He pulled out once, just for a second, making both of them whine in loss of each other as he looked at the beautiful creamy mess they made together. He cussed under his breath for a moment and guided his milky shiny cock into her again. He surely wasn’t done with her. He never wanted her to forget what having fun with him felt like. He wanted to give her cunt a beating, a memory of what true pleasure is like, something it’s never gonna forget again and will remember forever. He didn’t want her to ache for others anymore. He was going to be the only one to wreck her like that. Just him. Nobody else ever again.

“I want to give you my cum so fucking bad, every fucking day y/n, it’s yours, only yours to take. As soon as you swell with my child nobody will want you anymore. You’ll be mine. Only mine.”

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen smut #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon imagine #aegon targaryen x reader smut #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #Aegon II targaryen smut #hotd Aegon smut

[cattonicdragon]

So like what I'm see, could you do glamrock chica Roxy Monty bonny marinette and baby with a animatronic reader built for security and has access to the cameras,

this idea has been inside my head for awhile now and i know my x reader viewers are starving so yes.

also may i say your taste in fnaf animatronics is just 🤌

also i didnt know which bonnie you wanted so i just did glamrock bonnie

hows everyone feeling abt ruin???👁️👁️

there will be spelling errors

{not proof read}

glamerock chica

the pizzaplex had many security messures in place,including security bots

not that they made the most difference

its not until after a break-in incedint that they decide they need to up their security a tad bit more,however they were already paying enough fees and did'nt want to pay another security officer so instead they went for the next best option!

a new security animatronic that was sentient like the main four+sun and moon

chica was quite surprised once she saw you lurking around,that was until she remembered that the staff had said there was a new bot for extra security

she decided to approach you abit before opening since you both had'nt needed to survey the pizzaplex

you both got along very well actually

she found it very interesting and was slightly jealous that you had the ability to access the cctv cameras around the plex

she was quite happy that there was another animatronic though,you made for good company

if she every saw a security camera she would wave at it,regardless of if you were watching or not

she has offerd you trash before,though wether or not you accept it though is up to you

its the thought that counts atleast

monty/montgomary gator

similar situation to chicas

he was surprised to see another bot wondering round the plex

though hes not one to dweel on something that isnt his buisness,so he was mainly just curious and let you be

your first real interaction is when a customer gets particulary aggitated with the gator when you stepped in

you had told the woman the whatever had happpened she could bring it to customer service,you also warned her that if she did not comply she would be escorted out of the pizzzaplex

he hadnt seen anyone stand up for him before like that

you also presented yourself very professionaly,being an animatronic you stood fairly tall but the way your presented yourself almost made yyou seem taller,you were assertive in our words and spoke without stuttering

it was a very nice manner

although hes thankful that you stepped in he dosnt show it

he just huffs and leaves to his green room to blow off steam

after making some more meetings though an unlikely friendship manages to form

he trys to perform even better now that he knows your potentially watching

speaking of that

he finds it cool how they trust you enough to allow you access to the cameras,though hes not jeoalous because he has gator golf

he loves compliments whether your giving them to him or vice versa

hes very possessive and will cuddle you in his greenroom

he will either give you his glasses to wear temporarily or will get a copy made and then give you the copy

roxanne wolf

she would be one of the first ones to learn of your existance due to her excellent eye sight

she gets a little aggressive until she learns that your not an intruder and also not one of the "main" bots

it turns out mangament just thought it'd be a good idea to through you into the pizza plex with no for warning

she does get nervous that youll take her spot light a tad bit since animatronics do tend to draw more attraction then old ones

she needs quite a bit of confirmation that your not threatening her stance and thats shes still the best

after adjusting to you though shes very friendly

the chances are very high that she'll introduce cassie to you

she lets you into her green room preety much whenever

having a shitty day? go straight to her! she'll cheer you right up!

ashes constantley giving you makeovers,with your consent of course and other things

she loves racing you and she gives you many praises if you win

shes very soft with yopu,surprisingly even in public,although its not to the same extent as when your both alone she'll still be very sweet to you.

if people have a problem with it they can leave

your very quick to come to her aid if someone is being rude to her,also having the security cameras to back you up is a bonus

she gives you many of her merchandise on a whim,your talking and she has to leave,oh wait.before she goes she gives you a limited addition rare roxanne wolf plushie.how sweet ;)

glamrock bonnie

he wouldnt be to surprised to find out tghat managment added another animatronic that was strictly for security,wouldnt be to surprised that managment had'nt told anyone either

he'd probally be one of the first ones to come up to you,having a smug smirk on his face will dramatically spinning a bowling ball with one of his fingers

very flirty,however alot of the time it usually ends up with something funny happening,so flirting but failing at the same time.

he'll lean on a wall,about to recite a very cheezy monologue of randome romantic words when he suddenly just,falls.he slips off the wall and onto the floor,whatever words he was about to say,yea unless hes feeling particularly confident he will just get up,apologize and walk off

he tries to impress you tones,and i mean TONS

if your ever nearby he tries to get the most amount of attention possible,hoping that in the crowd he would have hooked your interest

he has honed his skills of bowling and hes going to show it

if you ask him to teach you a trick in bowling he will drop EVERYTHING just to show you how to do it

he absolutely loves when you give him attention and if you ever tease or flirt back,hes like putty in your hands,oh so sweet and tripping over his words like a highschool crush

he will unironically do the finger thing where he just 👉👈

will give you all sorts of gifts

if your not a pro bowling player by the time you actually get together(if you do) than you might just need alittle more help from him,but hes not complaining

fyi,you probally figured out he had feelings way before he told you,you most likely saw him rehearsing(and failing) through the cameras

speaking of wich,if he thinks/knows your looking at the security cameras and there one near him,hell wink and do a finger gun or some other flirty action towards it,and then most likely trip afterwards

puppet/marionette

shes quite surprised when you get added as additional securty measurements

dont the toy's already have saftey measurements like face recognitional scanning features and stuff

shes abit confused as to why they would do that instead of just upgrading the already made animatronics,like you already have tons of animatronics and instead of saving money you decide to waste it?

the only reason she can think that your here is maybe for increased popularity aswell?

shes confused but also curious,the toys can get a tad bit annoying and its nice to see a fresh face around,well animatronic technically speaking.

shes intreguded by the fact that you have access to the camera systems,theyve always been so adiment about only letting the night guard have it so why do you?

more questions than ones being answered,though maybe you could answer them

she can be a tad bit harsh and brash,with a pinch of shyness when she approacesh you,well actually the likely hood is,that she'll probally lure you to her box where she can stay safe instead of being in the outside world

once she gets to know you shes much more calm

she allows you to be in her box with her if you wish,with others she dismmises them with a harsh swipe of her black and white striped arm

she likes listening to her music box with you,just sitting in almost complete silence as the soft lullaby fills the air with calm music

she loves giving you gifts or leaving them around for you

she makes the pressents that belog to you blatently obvious as to who its for,one of the toys took one of your pressents once and it wasnt a very happy ending

she likes to just wrap her long lanky arms around you,seeking comfort in your presense and just you being there

circus baby

shes rather annoyed apon your arrival

circus baby is a mastermind and also likes things to be in place,specifically in places where she wants them

you put a very large and prominent thorn in her side

im not very sure on the lore but there's a high likely hood that you were made by henry and given as a gift after some concerning reports were leaked

shes an extreme mix between being friendly and being harsh

she annoyed because now shes going to have to re-arrange her plans and make accomadations for you,who can see into the security feed

but she needs to play nice if she wants her plan to go smoothly

shes a toxic mix between the two emotions,however as time goes on her feelings start to subside and change

she distances herself as much as your circumstances allow as she tries to configure her conflicting feelings

shes a robot made to kill,and your.well ,not

she eventually decides to see how her feelings lpay out and then plan around that

safe to say,she was very wrong,she thought that letting things happen,her feeling would subdue.nope,they just became stronger and she feel for you harder

she eventual;ly comes to a grueling conclusion that she likes you and after a short confrontation about feeling and such.her plans will have to change,again

shes very sweet with you,aswell as openly affecttionate

she uses alot of her mechanisms to wow you

like making heart shaped ballons randomly and giving them to you

she uses her high status in the funtimes frequently

she refuses to let the biddy babs anywhere near you

she likes keeping you by her side,you keep her calm and collected

she vents to you about the troubles she faces and asks your opinions and what she should do.

shes very caring towards you and sweet

to you:(//ó//w//ò//)

to the funtimes:(ò~ó)

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[honeyedmiller]

Tangled Sheets | Frankie Morales

pairing: frankie morales x f!bombshell!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact.

warnings: somewhat shy frankie, probably nothing about this is canon except for the five men, drinking, smut (f oral receiving and unprotected piv), one (1) smack to the ass, praise, acquaintances to (potential) lovers, multiple uses of sweet pet names, no use of y/n.

word count: 4.4k

synopsis: frankie finds himself infatuated with you and even though he’s not the best flirt, he shows you other ways he can put his mouth to good use.

divider by @saradika-graphics

(sorry for any mistakes. this was not revised well)

The night air swirls around your body as you and your best friend walk to the front door of a busy bar. Her brother, Benny, is back in town and invited you both for some drinks with him. Of course, what comes with Benny, comes with the four other guys you’ve come to slowly know over the last couple of years.You’ve met her brother and his friends a handful of times—all handsome, but not enough to intrigue you… except for one. 

Frankie Morales. 

He was generally the quiet one of the group; much more of an observer than a talker. You’d always been intrigued by him. You’d always share heated glances with him, the other too stubborn to break eye contact until one of you is whisked away by someone else in the group. 

It was New Year’s Eve and you were just going to sit at home watching Dick Clark’s NYE special on TV, so when Stephanie invited you out for drinks, you couldn’t say no. 

You had a hunch you’d be seeing the boys tonight, and with one particularly on your mind, you wanted to impress him just a little—something that would grab his attention, keep his eyes on you, and have him wanting you. 

You turned heads everywhere you went, though. Your beautiful looks and killer personality always had people easily wrapped around your perfectly manicured fingers—not that you wanted them to be. It’s just how it was. 

You were a charmer without trying and any man or woman would’ve loved to chat you up to see if they could take you home. Many have tried, but never succeeded. 

Your heels clicked on the sidewalk as you reached the door of the bar, arm interlinked with Stephanie’s. You fish your ID out of your purse to show the bouncer, and he lets you both in with a ‘have a great night’. You toss him a kind smile over your shoulder before your eyes roamed the bar, patrons laughing and trying to talk over the thumping 70’s music that was playing while enjoying their drinks and the company of friends. 

“Oh, I see them! C’mon.” Stephanie tugged your arm, and you followed her to be met with the boys: Benny, Will, Tom, Santi, and Frankie. 

He looked good. 

Before you could not so subtly assess how mouthwatering he looked even further, Santi called your name and held his arms wide open. You grinned and hugged him, strong arms enveloping you for a quick second before his lips met your cheek. 

“Nice to see you again.” He says, taking a swig from his beer bottle. 

“You too, Santi.” You gave his arm the faintest squeeze before moving on to Benny, giving him the same greeting you did to Santi. You moved down the line of men with greetings before stopping short with Frankie, not entirely sure how to address him. 

His eyes were scanning your body adorned with a short, sparkly champagne colored dress and strappy wine red heels. You felt your body heat up with the way his intense gaze was roaming your figure from top to bottom. 

You stepped closer to him with a small smile, hand gently landing on his insanely toned bicep. 

“Hey, Frankie. You look good.” That’s all you say before taking a step back, hand dropping from his arm too soon for his liking. His cheeks burned red at your compliment. He swallowed hard as his deep brown eyes met your gaze, tipping his beer bottle neck to you in a ‘cheers’ fashion. 

“You too, sweetheart.” He says, and you offer him a genuine grin before turning to the bar. You flag down the bartender easily, ordering a Paloma. As the bartender works on your drink, you feel Frankie’s eyes burning a hole in your body. You turn your head to look at him and rest your chin in the palm of your hand as your elbow supports you on the sticky bar top. 

You eye him carefully, studying his features. His brown curls peek under the baseball cap he was wearing, and you reach out to brush one that had been resting on his forehead. 

“I see you’ve got the whole Clark Kent thing going on.” You grin at him, twisting the curl around the tip of your finger before letting it go. 

He offers you a shy grin and drops his gaze to the beer bottle in his hand. 

“Need a haircut.” He mumbles. 

“Mm. I think it’s sexy.” You shrug, and his eyes shoot back up to your face. Before he can say anything, the bartender hands you your drink and shoots a wink your way, saying it’s on the house. You gingerly take it and graciously thank the bartender, sipping your drink. 

A pang of jealousy oddly wrapped around Frankie in that moment, wishing he was as suave at the bartender. He wanted to at least flirt back to you, but he had to face reality. You were a bombshell. You made him tongue tied. Him trying to flirt with you would simply end in pure fucking disaster. 

Frankie always thought you were gorgeous, and itt was no surprise that you turned heads. 

What he didn’t get, though, is why you were flirting with him suddenly. Was it a bet? Did you get put up to do this? Why him? 

Out of all the men that were ogling you in the bar tonight, you only gave him the attention. 

“So how’ve you been?” You ask, deciding that the heated glances were too much to bear. 

“Uh, I’ve been alright,” He sets his beer bottle down onto the bartop, habitually scratching his forearm nervously. You watch him with a careful, steady gaze and a soft smile on your lips. “How about you, sweetheart?” 

That nickname sends heat through your body once more, making you unintentionally clench your legs together. 

Frankie notices. 

He wants to smirk, thinking that maybe you really did have an interest in him. But again, why him? 

“I’ve been good. Just busy with work and all.” You shrug, taking another sip of your drink. He grinned at you as you maneuvered yourself onto the barstool next to him, crossing one leg over the other. Your undivided attention was on him, and the tension rolls off your shoulders and eases, dissipating into the slightly warm air of the bar. 

As you and Frankie began to immerse yourself in comfortable conversation, the group behind you took notice. They were shocked to see you two actually talking instead of just staring at each other with imaginations wandering completely wild. 

You reach out your hand to gently grasp Frankie’s kneecap, and he swore his cock twitched in his jeans from your feather-light touch. He withheld a groan, gazing at you curiously. 

“I have to go to the restroom, but I’ll be right back.” You say, and he nods. He instinctively puts his hand over the rim of your drink, pulling it closer to himself on the bartop. 

You summon Stephanie and ask her to go to the restroom with you, and as soon as you two leave the vicinity, all four men look at Frankie with quirked eyebrows and knowing smirks. 

“‘Bout damn time, Fish.” Santi says, chuckling behind the rim of his schooner. 

“For what?” Frankie asks, a perplexed look overcoming his features as he stares back at his friends. 

“You’re kidding, right? It’s about time you two actually talked to each other instead of, you know, just eye fucking.” Benny laughs, and Frankie’s cheeks go red. 

“Give him some slack, asshole, he’s always been the quiet one. Nothing wrong with that.” Santi chastised Benny. “But seriously, Fish, you go get your girl.” 

“I highly doubt I could. Have you seen her? She’s a total catch, and I’m, well…” Frankie huffed a laugh as he shook his head, eyes averting to his jean-clad thighs. 

“You kidding me brother? She ogles over you just like you do to her. We see the way she looks at you. Take your chance with this one, Frankie. Trust us.” Benny says, and the other three nod their heads in unison. 

“Doesn’t hurt to try, man.” Will pipes in, and Frankie twists his mouth to the side. After a beat, he nods, looking at his friends. 

“Okay. But if this backfires, I’m blaming all four of you fuckers and I’m going ghost.” Frankie says, and Santi holds his hands up in surrender. 

“Understood.” Santi grins at Frankie just as you and Stephanie round the corner. 

Your body was hot with the conversation you just had with Stephanie replaying in your mind. She was grilling you about Frankie, and finally got you to ‘fess up about your undeniable attraction toward the beautiful brown-eyed man that sat patiently at the end of the bar for your company once more. 

You slide onto the barstool again, and Frankie slides your drink back over to you. You thank him and get into another invigorating conversation, time slowly fading into the abyss of the evening. Before you know it, it’s ten minutes before midnight. 

The whole bar is drunkenly shouting lyrics to Piano Man by Billy Joel, awaiting to ring the new year in. Even your friends are all in it, singing the lyrics as loud as they can while their drinks slosh side to side in their glasses as they sway. 

Amidst all the chaos, you and Frankie look at each other with goofy grins plastered on both of your faces. 

“You know,” He starts, finishing off the last of his final drink of the night, “I’ve always had a thing for you. Ever since I first laid my eyes on you all those years ago, I always thought you were the prettiest woman in the room.” Frankie’s lips twitch into a shy smile as you look at him in shock, his admission the last thing you were expecting from him. 

“Frankie,” You breathe. “I feel the same way. I know we only really know each other in passing, but I’d really like to get to know you, well, better.” You’ve slid off the stool now, standing in between his spread legs.

You rest a hand on his chest to feel his heart hammering beneath your fingertips, and you grin at the sensation. You don’t know how long you both stand there just looking at each other, but it must’ve been a good few minutes before the patrons of the bar start counting down sixty seconds to midnight. 

Frankie pulls you closer by your waist, hand fully splaying on the small of your back as your hand slides up to the back of his neck, dragging your fingertips across his warm skin. Your nails slightly scrape him and it makes him shiver.

 He chuckles as the last ten seconds are being counted down. “Querida, please let me kiss you.” His simple ask almost sounds like a plea, and you didn’t even have to think twice about it before you nod your head. 

“—Three, two, one, happy new year!—”

And he’s on you. He closes the gap between your bodies, free hand cradling the back of your head as he smashes his lips to yours with such desperation and fervor. The contrast between the neediness of the kiss and his soft lips is dizzying, and you were trying to find your ground. You felt like you were floating. 

It’s all teeth and haste and desperation to taste one another, to chase that feeling of intimacy before it slips through your fingers. Except, it’s not slipping, and Frankie is here and he’s proven to you that he wants you just as badly as you want him.

It’s poetic, in a sense. The guy who never thought he had a chance gets the dream girl with the beautiful looks and killer personality—the one that has him so tightly wound around her perfectly manicured finger—and he can’t believe this is his reality right now. 

You pull apart from him, breath ragged and heartbeat racing. 

“Frankie, please take me home. With you. Wanna go home with you.” 

He kisses you again before groaning, pulling apart as he nods. You make sure it’s okay with Stephanie that you leave without her before you exit the bar with him hand in hand. Santi sports a proud look on his face, and Frankie knows it: fucking finally, Fish. 

The ride home is filled with so much tension, and Frankie keeps a firm hand on your thigh as he rubs circles into your warm skin. 

When he pulls up to yours, you both barely even make it inside before he’s on you again, lips slotting themselves between yours once more. He has you up against the front door of your apartment, fingers grazing the side of your thigh just below the hemline of your dress. 

He keeps you there for a while, relishing in the pure intimacy of kissing you. His hands roam everywhere except for where you need him most, and it nearly becomes unbearable as your throbbing core begs for some relief. 

You pull away from him, knocking his hat off of his head to display his messy curls. You card your fingers through his locks, holding on to the nape of his neck as you rest your forehead against his. 

“C’mon, let’s take this to the bedroom.” You whisper, and he nods against you before you lace your fingers with his. You lead him down the hall and into your room, shutting the door behind you. 

He takes a few steps into your room, and at first, his broad body looked so out of place. His thumbs hook nervously into the front belt loops of his jeans, taking in his surroundings. 

White walls are adorned in pictures and a few posters from your favorite bands and movies. A record player sits next to your desk on the left of your room underneath the window with vinyls stacked neatly on the ground. Your queen-sized bed with the white comforter and terracotta pillow cases sits in the middle of your room, neatly made, calling your names. A white dresser and makeup vanity sit on the right side of your room. Your dresser has a few decorations and a candle atop a candle warmer, and it’s neat—unlike your vanity that’s in a complete disarray. 

You were in a hurry to get ready before you left, not having a care in the world that your vanity was a complete mess. That was a problem for a later time. 

Frankie smiled at the thought of you rushing to get ready to head out to the bar. You didn’t even need the makeup though—you were naturally so gorgeous and captivating, which is why nerves seeped into Frankie’s bones once more. 

He relished in the thought of being in your space. Your sanctuary. He knew what was coming next, but to his surprise, you made the first move. You step behind him and wrap your arms around his torso, one hand trailing down to the waistband of his pants. You slipped your hand underneath the cream colored shirt he wore, cold fingers splaying across his hot abdomen. You kiss his neck once before he slowly turns in your grip, eyes searching for any regret or warning that he shouldn’t go further. 

There were none. 

He grabbed your waist and gently walked you back toward your bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress and he was coaxing you to sit down, so you obliged to his silent plea. 

Frankie sank to his knees before you, one hand on each of your kneecaps as he gave you a curious look—a knowing look. A look that was dangerous and had the deepest, hottest parts of your core reeling to be touched by him. 

You bite your bottom lip, reaching a hand out to caress his stubble on his chin before dropping your hand over one of his, guiding it up the warmth of your flesh. Goosebumps rise onto your skin as his fingertips skate over you, up up up until he reaches the hem of your dress once more. He continues to push his hand up until he’s at the apex of your thighs, rubbing soft circles over your skin. 

“Take off your dress for me. Please.” His voice is hoarse, almost pained. You oblige and he helps you slip the material over your head, and you’re left in front of him in just your bra, underwear, and heels. 

He could kneel before you all day and gawk at how much of a goddess you are, but he was a man on a mission. He wanted to please you, make you beg, enjoy every moment he had with you. 

Frankie starts to unravel the straps of your heels, purposefully skimming his fingers over your legs. He leans forward and presses light, delicate kisses against your thighs, trailing his lips up to the apex. 

Your breathing was getting heavier each second, the carnal desire for this man almost too much to bear. Once both heels were off, he gently tossed them to the side before fully kneeling on his heels. His gaze ran over your clothed core, seeing you were already soaked. 

He groaned before shaking his head, smacking his tongue against his teeth in a teasing manner. 

“Look at you, querida. You this wet because of me?” He asks, half in awe, half in desire. 

You nod your head frantically. “Frankie, baby, please—” Your voice is nearly a whine. He shushes you gently, thumbs rubbing circles near your aching core. Always so fucking close, but never close enough. Always everywhere and nowhere at the same fucking time. 

“Don’t worry gorgeous. I’ll take care of you. Promise.” His voice is a near whisper as he leans forward to press kisses against your inner thighs once more, moving up before he’s nosing at your slick coated panties. 

The moan you let out when he kisses you there is almost sinful. “Frankie,” You beg, eyebrows threaded together. “Fuck.” 

“I know mamas.” He coos, kissing your core through the soaked material before hooking his fingers through the band, looking up at you for permission. You let out the faintest please before he tapped your hips so you could lift them and he could slide your underwear down your legs. 

He was met with your glistening core, puffy and aching and begging. He hums satisfactorily, moving your legs over his shoulders as his arms wrap around your thighs. Blunt fingernails dig into your flesh as he positions his face right before your slick core. He places one last kiss to your thigh, the scrape of his beard setting your skin aflame.

You reach down to slot your fingers into his thick curls to encourage him, and he wastes no more time as he licks a long, hot stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasp at the sensation, gripping onto his curls tighter as your body falls slack against the mattress. 

And he’s not relenting. His mouth works you, licking and sucking your core in such an expert manner that it made you fucking dizzy. 

“Frankie, oh—oh fuck.” You cry, shoving his face further into your slick cunt. 

He hums against you, relishing in your taste. You’re sweet, something of nectar from a peach in the summer, and he wants to drink you down until you’ve got nothing left to give him. He’s meticulous with his tongue, already seeming to know what makes you tick and moan and writhe above him as his mouth works you to an unforgiving orgasm. 

The sounds that reverberate off of the four walls of your bedroom are nothing less of obscene, wet smacking and suckling as more arousal gushes from you and pools around the lower half Frankie’s face. 

And you feel it. You feel that sickeningly sweet white hot sensation licking at the base of your spine, growing and growing and growing until it sets your whole body ablaze. 

Frankie feels your body tensing, so he takes the liberty of pushing two fingers into you to launch you over the edge. 

“C’mon baby, c’mon baby– give it to me.” His words are slurred, completely pussy drunk off of you. 

“Oh god oh god oh god—” You chant, and a whole galaxy explodes within you as your orgasm washes over you, body wrapped in a purely devastatingly euphoric feeling. Frankie licks up the remnants of your slick, sliding his fingers out of you before moving them up to your mouth. 

“You deserve to taste how sweet you are too, cariño.” 

You open your mouth and suck on his fingers, tasting the sweet tang of yourself before releasing them with a pop. He stands up, and a frown grows on your lips as you notice he’s still fully clothed. 

“C’mere handsome.” You coax him onto the bed, and you run your hands down his body. You’re looking into his eyes before your fingers reach the hem of his shirt, pushing up in the slightest with a plea in your eyes. He nods, and you slide the shirt off of his torso and over his head, carelessly tossing the material to pool onto the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. 

Your nails trail down his torso lightly, scratching the tuft hair above his belt buckle. He noticeably shivers, and a grin curls onto your lips as you use your other hand to pull him down into a kiss. You both moan into each other as your hands roam his broad, muscular back before circling around to his front once more. Your hands work at his belt buckle and the button of his jeans before he separates from you, the same shy smile appearing on his lips. 

“Want you, Frankie.” You murmur, and he leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“I want you too, sweetheart.” 

He stands and removes the rest of his clothing, and you couldn’t help but admire his body before he hovered over you once more. You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck gently before trailing your other hand down his torso once more, meeting the dark, coarse hairs above his throbbing cock. 

“Please.” His voice is strained, eyebrows scrunched together as he nestles his face into your neck, kissing your pulse point repeatedly. You wrap your hand around his thick length, nearly moaning at the throbbing sensation you felt. You gave his silky flesh a few tugs before gathering the pre come on your thumb, moving your hand away from him to taste what he had to offer. 

You slithered your hand back down as you swiped the tip of his head between your slick folds, eliciting a loud, desperate moan from both of you. 

“Fuck, baby. So goddamn wet.” Frankie whimpers behind gritted teeth. 

“Only for you.” You say, and he leans up to take over your hand on his cock. He positions himself at your entrance, looking into your eyes once more before you bite your lip with a nod. He pushes himself into you slowly, moaning at the feeling of your sweet warmth wrapped around him. 

“So—fucking—tight,” He hisses, sinking to the hilt. You felt so fucking full and warm, and god—dare you say complete—wrapped around him like this. 

You bring his face down to yours once more to kiss him with such pained and unmistakable fervor as he starts to move. He’s so fucking heavy in you, and every push and pull of him has your mind reeling. 

He’s everywhere around you, all-consuming as he picks up his pace. The wet squelch of your arousal and skin slapping against skin is in perfect harmony with both of your moans. 

“You know,” Your voice is breathy as you let out a small laugh. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this the whole time.” Your fingers pull gently at his curls, and he huffed a laugh. 

“I’m full of surprises, baby.”

He picks up the speed, tilting his hips up to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars once more. 

“Fuck, Frankie. Feel s’good.” You cry, wrapping your legs around his body. Your heels dig into his lower back as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts, but it was nearly impossible. 

Frankie halts his movements as he looks down at you, a smirk spreading onto his lips. 

“Why’d you stop?” You pout, and he grips your hips as he slides out of you to flip you around. 

“Ass up, baby.” 

You don’t hesitate. You arch your back as you balance yourself on your forearms, gripping the sheets. He sinks into you once more, groaning as he bottoms out. The new sensation is otherworldly, and when he starts thrusting once more, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You cry out in pleasure, nails scratching the comforter below you. 

“You like that baby?” Frankie grits, his hold on your hips nearly bruising. You were too fucked out to form a coherent sentence, so all you could do was nod frantically. Frankie laughs as he rubs the soft flesh of your ass soothingly before giving it a smack, and you moan at the stinging pain that quickly subsides into pleasure. 

The same white hot pleasure starting brewing in your core once more, licking a flame up your spine as he relentlessly pistoned into you. 

“I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop, pleasepleaseplease—” You’re a babbling mess underneath this man, searching for sweet release. 

“There you go, sweetheart. That’s it. Let go, it’s okay, I got you.” He encourages, and his wish is your command. You’re convulsing around him, crying out his name as tears pool into the corners of your eyes. 

“Where do you want me?” He asks, hips sputtering as he was on the brink of his own release. 

“Inside, please, god—please.” You cry, and he comes undone at your words, his warm release filling you with everything he’s got. He slumps down onto you, kissing your back before rolling off of you. You’re both breathless, smiles adorned on your lips. He pulls you into him as he strokes your back gently, and you plant a kiss onto his chest. 

“Please stay.” Your voice is a soft plea, and Frankie’s heart melts at the thought of you wanting him to stay with you. 

“Of course, baby. Get some rest,” He kisses your forehead gently before you both get under the covers. “Happy New Year.” 

“Happy New Year.” You mumble back, already half asleep and completely content. 

His thumping heartbeat is what lulls you completely, a newfound gratitude coursing through your whole being that you finally get to be with the man you’ve wanted for so long… especially wrapped around him in these tangled sheets.

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[fuumiku]

They’re really interesting foils in many ways. I’ve always thought that Marcille & Mithrun have underrated dynamic potential. Give me the cringefail dungeon lords. Give me the elves with ears-centric metaphorical self-image issues. Give me the academic elites whose deepest strongest desires will always remain unreachable and the only option is to turn to the corrupt forbidden fruit of a demon pact. I am so so normal about Mithrun and Marcille

I wonder if the resemblance between captain Mithrun and general Hagreus aka Marcille’s fave in Dalclan is intentional… They definitely look very alike. It could represent idealization vs reality? Something something the romanticization of elves and their societal drama in their fiction vs a very real and imperfect product of their military system. The canaries certainly aren’t glamorous next to whatever Hagreus is the general of. I feel like she never had the opportunity to notice the resemblance herself bc within seconds of meeting him he was wrestling her on the ground but. If she had… She would so think he should have been his actor in the tallman stage play of Daltian Clan in that new extra comic hehe. I love the little details like Hagreus’ lips being drawn with extra details because they’re full and pretty while Mithrun’s lips are drawn with extra details because they’re chapped lmao.

This art is all silly and surface level but in my head mithrille is like so dramatic and I make up daltian clan level big plots with them gbdgd. I made a spotify playlist for mithrun if y’all interested, rn it’s mostly centered around cravings that consume and losing yourself and illusions inspired from his time as dungeon lord but it’s branching out. Varied vibes, levels of intensity and degrees of confusion and await you ✨ I would emotionally rant about Chainsaw Man ost lyrics and how they tie in with Mithrun and the winged lion’s relationship but this post is already a monster

I want more of these two please please please pleaseee just one or two interactions in the new canon content coming up… All they ever did was debate philosophy on desires and human self-fulfillment and try to murder each other, please… I never get to gush about them and I can’t shut up so if you want more thoughts I talk about them more below

To get a girl to peacefully accept arrest follow these simple steps: in private, ominously stand above her and forcefully interrogate her, while in public, tell her you’ve met before (untrue and also not a pickup line, you’re just face blind) and interrogate her with a thin veneer of decorum. If all else fails, threaten and follow through on said threat. My guy needs more than just physical therapy I’m afraid

Sorry if most of these were Marcille-centric with Mithrun standing there looking cool, if I were doing these more from Mithrun’s pov things would be like "She’s a bit much but I guess I don’t mind hanging around her." or "Oh you’re a half-elf? -insert elven supremacist rethoric-" or "I have to keep her from becoming demon stew." immediately followed by "Did someone say demon? Kill kill kill kill kill" since these are set prior to like really knowing another. Then things would be more like "huh she has bad tastes in novels but her magic research is pretty interesting" and "I’m lonely and don’t understand myself— Oh she loves talking about feelings? Oh shi-" That last one is an aspect of why I like Marcille and Mithrun’s potential dynamic lol. She’s very… Emotionally intelligent alongside being impulsive. You think you have no feelings because the world has beaten them out of you? Think again!! Marcille be upon ye! -In a therapy sort of way but mostly in a connecting with people and your own self through interpersonal relationships and talking kinda way. I just think a lively, upbeat, annoying friend way too interested in your personal life would do him good, the canaries are nice but like if Marcille went to prison and was a sort of extra new bunkmate I think that’d be interesting and fun to read is what I’m saying

Unlike Kabru she wants all the useless messy filler of his backstory, eating chips while listening. Like two chibi sets side by side, "me and my fellow canaries, name name and name-" "Hold on we don’t need to know that." Vs "Then we were to sleep on the third floor of the dungeon, which had the look of a mausoleum, and name and name got into a fight over the campfire placement." while Marcille is like uh-huh what next what next while kicking her feet. She thinks of pre-dungeon pompous Mithrun and is like omg you went through a character arc and become better as a person- and then he opens his mouth and she’s like nevermind let’s keep working on that. She would also go "ew ur hair is greasy" and give him a full hair care treatment. What I’m saying is I need them to be forced to spend time in a dungeon together and become besties through a life or death roadtrip

Marcille is insecure about her ears, long, like an elf’s pride should be, but rounder, inelegant. Seeing Mithrun though, the epitome of beauty, with his half-cut ears make it a sillier thought. Not sure if Mithrun is the best person to reconnect with ur elven culture with but it sure is an option Marcille would so appreciate being around someone both cool headed and kind, I genuinely think they’d get along, like not that Senshi isn’t that too most of the time but I think Mithrun would be in a way that’s more refreshing to her. I’d be so curious about them discussing Dalclan, I doubt he’d have read it but she could make him read it, maybe post-canon with the excuse that they’re trying to find him a new hobby hah. He’d tear into the writing and everything but it’d be a fun time, I like to think that it’d make him a bit less prejudiced. Marcille @ Mithrun "👉👈 Soo maybe you don’t know these books they’re pretty recent having come out 50 years ago but…"

I’ve been in a Mithrun phase I want to make and read Mithrun-centric fics and angst so baaad. I razz him a lot here but he’s literally a traumatized military man that became obsessed with revenge due to bad coping and neglects himself in the process idk not much for him going on and some of it is because he has to work on himself, but hey no one’s perfect it all comes from a place of love and relating though I prommy. He’s the one ungodly angsty squeaky toy blorbo with brain damage rep I have don’t take him from me

#Dungeon meshi #mithrun #marcille donato #I feel like i haven’t drawn in so long i’m so rusty #Mithrille #Mithrun x marcille #Marcille x mithrun #I finally did smth for these 2 yippee #Dust and dog hairs manage to get on my drawings while i take pics it drives me mad i can’t do this anymore sorry if you see any #Continuation of my Marcille: “LET ME LOVE YOU!!” saga #Sorry marcille i hate drawing your sleeves #There are a couple things I’m not satisfied with and might redraw at one point but i need to stop and get stuff done #Marcille has 5 cm of height on mithrun according to the adventurers bible neat #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #I’ll move those last two tags up when I get to my computer #Character playlist #I made a more formal mithrille post on another blog explaining what potential i saw in them just search in the ship tag if you’re intereste

[bouncybongfairy]

Angels Like You

Loki x Fem Reader

Summary: After being pruned by the TVA, you were sent to The Void where you've lived ever since. During a storm Loki comes to your setup, seeking shelter. You allow him to stay and explain your nexus event to him.

Word Count: 2.0k

The context for this story: I based the reader's character after Sigyn who is the goddess of victory. In Norse Mythology, Sigyn is Loki's wife and is known for being extremely loyal. In Loki the mythical god's actual lore, after he kills the god Baldr he is banished to a cave where he is bound to rocks as a poisonous serpent drips venom onto his face until Ragnarok. Sigyn is so faithful she stays with Loki in this cave and holds a bowl above Loki's head to protect him from the venom. I based the reader's actions and relationship on the lore of Sigyn and Loki's romance if that makes sense; Thanks for reading!!

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You were sent to the void so long ago that it’s hard to remember what life was like beforehand. It was such a beautiful life, living on Asgard with your mother and sisters. Mother was a baker and made everything from sweet to savory and your father was a butcher. They were in love and always were, newlyweds by the time they were only 17. Everyone in the family helped out with the bakery, one of your favorite things to do was teach your younger sisters how to make different pastries. Taking care of the animals and interacting with so many locals. You threw another stick in the fire, trying to shake your head of all the memories. Your handmade shelter was holding up nicely from the storm currently roaring around you. While you were scavenging recently you found a mini DVD player among a bunch of rubbage. It had the movie Star Wars: Episode II Attack of the Clones which you’ve been watching on repeat ever since. It was comforting to you, especially because of how much the background looks like Asgard during certain points of the film. You had your legs kicked up, eating an unknown form of fruit that you picked earlier when you heard rummaging. You slowly start to get up not wanting to alert the potential threat. Arming yourself with your daggers, you get closer to the entrance of the shelter. Throwing the wooden door open you step in front of it. Unsurprisingly, a Loki stood in front of you smiling as if he was coming to ask for a cup of sugar. Instead of focusing on who was standing before the doorway, you whip your body around. The Loki that you saw was an illusion created to distract you, every single Loki you encountered did this so you were very familiar with this technique. You pressed the blade into his neck, causing him to raise his hands in defeat. 

“How did you get my blades?” he asked, looking quite taken back. 

“These are mine, not yours,” you replied flatly. 

“How did you know I was coming,” he asked, most likely to stall. 

“Because all Loki’s think they're clever by doing so, it’s like your party trick at this point. What is your business here?” you asked. 

“Is that an Asgardian accent I recognize?” he said, dodging your question. 

“What. Is. Your. Purpose. Here?” you ask, backing him against the wall and pressing the blade against his neck so hard that you caused a small scratch on his throat. 

“Okay, cards on the table. I only came here looking for shelter from the storm. Truly had no ill intentions, could you please..?” he asked, insinuating for you to unarm yourself. You did pull the dagger away from his neck but kept them in each hand. 

“I don’t believe you,” you said. 

“Like I haven’t heard that one before,” he said, sitting down and putting his hands in front of the fire, “you know you’re incredibly uncharismatic for a Loki,” he said, using magic to dry his clothes.

“I am not a Loki, and I never said you could stay here,” you said. 

“Okay if you’re not a Loki then why do you have those daggers?” he asked.

“They belonged to a Loki and now they belong to me; end of story,” you said. 

“Wasn’t aware it was pawning for a storytime,” he said giggling. 

“Do you want to die,” you said, moving closer. 

“You think you can kill me?” he asked. 

“Me being able to kill you is irrelevant. I know I can keep you out of my hut, and I know that storm will have its way with you,” you said. 

“Fair enough,” he said, putting his hands up playfully to surrender. 

“Why are you wearing a TVA jacket?” you asked. 

“I am a bit of a consultant, helping them with an inside look into the mind of a Loki,” he said. 

After physically showing your disgust for his loyalty to the TVA through facial expressions. You started roasting a chicken over the fire that was in the center of the shelter. Loki again began to pry about the origins of your accent. You ignored his inquiries and turned the roasted chicken that was cooking above the fire. He was eyeing the food like a lion would a gazelle. 

“I thought you worked for the TVA? Don’t tell me your wonderful new friends aren't feeding you,” you said flatly. 

“Well you know sometimes missions go… askew if you will,” he chuckled then conjured himself a blanket. 

“The TVA discarding lives at will? Can’t say I’m surprised,” you said. 

“And what about you? Clearly, you're Asgardian so what was your nexus event?” he asked. 

“I lived in the villages of Asgard, my family and I lived comfortably. My mother and father ran a foodery. They were given the opportunity to work in the castle’s pantry. Without a second thought, they took the opportunity, especially because it meant proper education for my sisters and me. We were shocked to see the interior of the castle. I couldn’t stop laughing because of how mesmerized I was,” you said, turning the chicken again, “as my sister and I lost our minds, the queen came around the corner. My mother was so upset that she saw me acting foolish, she pinched my forearm so hard it bruised. She took us to our separate rooms before showing my parents around. I didn’t want to be in separate rooms, in our old home, the room we shared was so small and the sudden change was jarring. Once I was alone in my room I broke down into tears, I was only 13 and it was all so overwhelming.” You moved the chicken away from the fire onto a makeshift table. Ripping one of the legs off and setting it on a chipped plate. Loki thanked you before you even handed it to him. After taking a few bites, he stared at you, waiting for you to continue. 

“The next day things were getting easier. I came out of my room and saw a snake slithering outside my door. I picked it up and began talking to it, saying things like ‘If someone else would have found you, they’d make you lunch’ or ‘let's get you out of here before you’re killed’ but after I set it free, Loki shapeshifted out of his snake form. The first thing I noticed were his eyes, they were so bright and his pupils were wide. 

“I was uh- trying to scare you but when you picked me up I had to wait till you set me down to shapeshift back,” he explained. 

“Why would I be scared of a creature that is simply existing?” you asked. 

“You have a point there,” he said laughing, which caused you to join him. 

“After that encounter, it was like we couldn’t stop bumping into each other. Everywhere you went, he'd always end up stopping by even just to share a quick glance with each other. Eventually, things got more serious, and we’d both sneak out to meet each other in the library. Loki loved the library, he explained that when he was to rule Asgard, he’d make his soldiers study basic battle strategy and geography to ensure his glorious purpose wasn’t to be wasted. I always loved romance novels which irritated him beyond no end. One that you remember was about a young king named Angus who was turned to stone by Medusa. His queen Rose was wrapped in his arms when turned, he was protecting her. He thought if he shielded the queen from the serpent's view and it did. The queen could have escaped but she would’ve needed to shatter her king’s stoned body. He was gripping her so tightly that the stone was rubbing her skin raw, but she was so touched that in his last moments, he wanted to be as close as he could to her. The love she had for him was so strong that she couldn’t bring herself to it. So she died in his arms. Aphrodite was so moved by the queen's sacrifice that she turned her body into a rose bush with thorns that completely wrapped around him. To protect his stoned body so she could be with him forever. Loki would poke up and talk about how no king would ever do that. Even if he was right, it didn’t stop you from reading them obsessively.

The night before my 14th birthday, Loki appeared at my window wanting to talk.”

Flash Back:

“I have something to show you,” he said, taking you by the hand and helping you climb down from your window. 

When you got to the bottom, there was a black horse that Loki helped you on. You were scared of getting in trouble but he insisted that nobody would notice. This is when you knew feelings were starting to develop, at least on your end. At first, you were scared to fully wrap your arms around him. He reached behind him and pulled you by your arms closer to him. You now had your cheek pressed against his back, watching his long black hair bounce as the horse galloped. You guys were getting deeper and deeper into the forest, starting to see more animals and thicker trees. When you guys finally stopped, it was starting to rain quite hard. He grabbed you by the waist and helped you down from the huge stallion. Taking you by the hand he began leading you to a cave that was nearby. At first, you were reluctant to go into this dark and foreign entryway. Loki dried your clothes and conjured a lantern. When he lit the cave up with light from the lantern you couldn’t believe your eyes. The cave had rose vines on every section of the wall. Your hand immediately threw your hand over your mouth. 

“Like in that book you love, when I found it I knew I had to show you. I know it’s not much-” you interrupted him by pulling him into a hug. 

“This is amazing, thank you for bringing me here to see this,” you said. 

“I actually didn’t bring you here only to see it,” he said, pulling the book out of his saddle bag. 

The cave’s floor was covered in long grass, which made it very comfortable when sitting on the ground. Loki’s back was pressed against a portion of the wall that he cleared of vines and thorns. You were your back against Loki’s chest as you read aloud to the book. You kept stuttering over words at first, being distracted and flustered. Eventually, you settled and were able to read fluently through the story. You guys stayed there until it began to rise, and right before you parted ways to separate bedrooms you shared a chaste kiss. Ever since that night, you knew Loki was the love of your life. The connection that was growing was strong and undeniable. It remained that way even after time aged the two of you. By the time you guys were 18 the love between the two of you was still as fresh as the roses in the cave. A wedding was being planned and the energy in the air was euphoric. Both of your families were healthy, the kingdom was thriving and you loved each other. Long story short: Baldr invaded Asgard. Loki killed him and saved so many people's lives yet he was punished. Banished to the very cave where your love blossomed in, only now the roses were all dead, yet the thorns remained. When you saw him, he was passed out from the pain. A serpent was suspended above his head, dripping its toxic venom onto his skin. You refused to leave his side, at first he would scream for you to leave. Not wanting your mind to be poisoned by the pain of seeing him so weak. You comforted him and held his head with one hand and used the other to hold out a bowl, catching the venom. You weren’t sure how much time passed, but one day you couldn’t stand the thought of living this way. For your love to be punished for doing what he believed to be right by his people. You noticed Loki still had his two daggers tucked into his pant-line. Knowing you would have to be quick, you emptied the bowl of venom and quickly grabbed his daggers. Using your own head to cover Loki’s body from the venom you start attacking the snake. After severing its head, you passed out from how bad the venom burned your skin. When you woke up Loki was already causing Ragnarok, he had so much pent-up rage. The timekeepers found me and when I was at the TVA pleading for answers, they told me certain events on my timeline needed to play out before Loki was released. Because you were the one who released him, they blamed it on you.

End of Flashback

The Loki you’d just met was looking at you with a pitiful expression. You noticed he picked his chicken clean which made you chuckle. 

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said. 

“Not your fault,” you said. 

“I know but, that’s one of the most heinous stories about survivors of the TVA,” he said. 

“I’m glad you liked the chicken. I’m going to bed,” you said, setting your cot up. 

“Is it okay if I stay?” Loki asked.

“If you stop asking questions then yes,” you said, extinguishing the fire and going to sleep.

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[cinnamonest]

Yandere Profile - Mika

I have this rare condition where when a boy is soft and shy I reflexively must make him a horrible little deranged gremlin and then subject others to the horrors I have created, it's incurable I'm afraid

//yandere, dubcon/sorta noncon, somnophilia, abduction, descriptions of psychological problems, very brief/vague potential emetophobia trigger

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

In addition to his obvious shyness and timidness, the primary characteristic that defines Mika's behavior with you might come as quite a surprise to anyone who knows him: Mika has low impulse control.

Not a trait you'd expect, nor is it what most who know him would ever think of him. He often gives off quite the opposite impression, being a very diligent worker and often refraining from the unsavory behaviors many of his peers engage in.

But, see, it's not something that's ever really been an issue. That's the thing — this lack of impulse control is not so much a reflection of his character, and more so due to the simple fact that for the majority of his life, he has never had very strong impulses, and whenever he does, it's never to do anything morally wrong.

He's always been good-natured and benevolent, always wanting to please people and help people, and can't recall a time where he's ever really wanted to do something that harms someone. Even typical human nature impulses like stealing or lying don't really come to him, he's just that naturally sweet and compassionate and morally upright. His impulses are all good impulses, such as impulses to help people, impulses to apologize when someone is inconvenienced.

He's never really done anything malicious or harmful or selfish, and has never had to even learn impulse control, because he's never had an impulse to do anything bad.

Until he does. And when that happens, it's going to become a serious problem very quickly.

Still, that doesn't mean he has zero hesitancy, or no limitations to how far his impulses will go before, under certain circumstances, fear or ethics stops him. Rather, Mika has this back-and-forth, push-and-pull duality between impulse and hesitancy. Sometimes the hesitancy and nervousness has control over his actions for various durations of time before impulse takes over, and sometimes one or the other wins out. Oftentimes, he has almost amusing contradictory behaviors, where he has something he refuses to do and something he'll do without hesitation, where the two things seem to be at odds in severity — some minor offense he tenses and shakes his head at even the thought of committing, alongside some very serious offense he goes through with without a second thought.

In terms of how he initially interacts with you, though, you barely know Mika exists. And frankly, he prefers that.

You had one singular interaction. It didn't last more than a few seconds. A very short, simple, typical interaction — he was carrying a whole armful of various objects to drop them off in another room of the headquarters, dropped one. Turned back to grab it, but by the time he did, you were standing there, having picked it up, holding it out. Smiling.

Here, I got it.

You set it back in his arms, gave a quick no worries, it's fine! when he began to apologize, and turned around and walked off before he could say another word. It was no more than a few seconds. You've probably all but forgotten about it by the end of the day.

But he doesn't forget. You seemed very nice. Nice people give him some conflicting feelings — sure, it's pleasant, but people being nice to him also makes him very uncomfortable at times. Being subject to much attention, even positive attention, can be anxiety-inducing. People looking at him, people having expectations of him, having to try to successfully navigate a conversation without messing up and being awkward somehow, it can be exhausting, even.

Your niceness is no different. Pleasant and appreciated, but somehow discomforting at the same time, a nervousness over potentially doing something wrong. Did you hear the last "thank you" he said, or was he too talking too quietly? What if you didn't and now think he's ungrateful or rude? What if his hair or clothes were disheveled at the time and he didn't notice? There's so many possibilities by which something could be wrong, and it eats away at him.

From that day forward, he always notices you whenever you're nearby. The two of you never interact, you're in an entirely different field of work than him, but he does spot you once every few days or so, usually at a distance.

Don't expect anything more than a distance, though. Mika does pretty much all of his obsessing like that — a ways away from you, quietly observing. It starts as a mere fixation, he simply focuses on you when he happens to see you, but doesn't seek you out. Just watching, observing. He finds himself feeling oddly warm, this tight feeling in his chest. There was one time your eyes met and you smiled at him and he thought he might actually have felt his heart stop for a second.

He's self-aware, at least on this matter, doesn't need anyone to inform him that the flustered feeling and finding a person very pretty is quite obviously a matter of attraction. Just acknowledging that, though, fills him with a horrible feeling of embarrassment. He wouldn't stand a chance, he tells himself. You would never return the sentiment. He has no right to feel this way, and yet he does, and he can't make it stop. Soon he finds himself actually seeking you out in his spare time, finding spots to watch over you. The thought of trying to actually talk to you honestly doesn't even cross his mind. He's sure he'd panic and say something awkward, if not possibly even pass out. So that's definitely a no-go.

His mind does briefly consider the idea that he could try to distance himself and see if he stops thinking about it, which would alleviate him of all the nervousness... but this is where the impulse issue comes in. He considers it, maybe casually half-heartedly decides to do that, but even if any effort is put into trying to stay away, it's immediately broken by the compulsive urge to go find you.

I really should just go home...

So he thinks. But he doesn't. His feet don't even slow down or hesitate as he makes a direct line for where he's pretty sure you'll be at this time.

It progresses. It becomes more frequent that he seeks you out. One day, he watches you from across the room as everyone gathers to eat, they hand out paper cups with water to some people... and he watches you get up to throw yours away when you're done, stand up and leave and... once more, he seems to move without really consciously intending to do so. A few seconds and he's across the room, taking one quick glance over his shoulder to be sure no one is watching before grabbing it and pulling it back out.

This does strike him as odd, once he's walking back home with it in hand. That was definitely a very strange thing to do. He just thought about how it had your mouth on it, and his hands and feet seemed to develop a mind of their own... but now that he has it, there's no point in throwing it away, so he might as well keep it...

While he's self-aware of his feelings, it takes a little while before it registers with him how abnormal the extent of those feelings is. A few more of incidents like that one, where he notices that a certain actions was a little odd, before one day it hits him that he's done quite a few of those recently, actions and choices that seem strange and bizarre. Every single one of said occurrences pertains to you in some way. He makes the connection, he knows it's weird and possibly indicative of unhealthy attachment, but doesn't know what to really do with that information.

He tries to stop doing it. He really does. He tells himself it's weird and that he needs to stop doing those things, stop following you, stop constantly thinking of you.

He doesn't stop.

He did try, really. It just... didn't work. He told himself he wouldn't do anything further, but he just couldn't stop himself, couldn't repress the compulsion.

But it's not harming anyone, is it? So he rationalizes to himself, trying to make himself feel better after a long session of wallowing in shame. So while odd, it should all be okay, nothing bad will happen.

He's never had to deal with these types of feelings before. Never had to try to control himself from doing something that would harm someone, because normally, the very notion that an action would harm someone makes him feel averse to that course of action. He has very little to no experience in refraining or holding himself back from temptations.

It gets worse. Progressively becoming more and more intense and obsessive. He starts to feel other emotions, very negative ones, when watching you go about your day and interact with others. He's still self-aware enough to know that it's jealousy, and frankly he feels embarrassed for getting jealous over something so simple, it makes him feel like he's being immature and pathetic. And he knows he's crossed a line of acceptableness long ago, knows that it's obsessive, knows it's unhealthy. At first, he was able to lie to himself.

But he just can't make it stop.

Thus he begins to adopt what will become a defining trait of his, an interesting balance between lucidity and delusion. He can't outright admit to himself that his actions are ethically bad, because he'll feel too guilty, it would eat him alive. Yet, he initially doesn't want to face that guilt and admit the reality to himself in entirety, because that means the only solution is to stop and he doesn't want to have to stop.

He will try to delude himself, he just... usually sort of half-fails. He'll try to convince himself that his actions are solely altruistic, that what he's doing is selfless... but eventually he gives up, faces the truth he's been pushing to the back of his mind. Yet at the same time, he'll then try to balance it, a sort of moral bargaining. He'll admit to himself that his actions are selfish — but, it's doing good too. He's doing this because of his own urges, but it's not wrong to say that it is also for your own good, because he's watching over you and can protect you should something bad happen. Both can be true. Why think about it as an either-or matter? Taking this frame of mind significantly helps him cope with coming to terms with the selfishness of his actions. So on one hand, he's honest with himself, but he still throws in a few touches of delusional thinking to make himself feel better.

Mika also has a very bad habit of avoidance. With most situations, he's learned how to adapt to the normal world and can, if necessary, confront basic negative social situations, but he has this tendency to really avoid confrontations or social things that make him particularly uncomfortable, to a greater degree than most people. If he has a feeling someone is upset with him (but hasn't had it confirmed yet, or else he'd feel obligated to apologize and thus override the avoidance), he will go to great lengths to avoid confrontation from them. When he has to have a difficult talk with someone, he pushes it as close to the end of the day as possible, arguably making it worse due to dread.

And when he has some thought that makes him uncomfortable or guilty, he pushes it away. He can't push it out of his mind completely, but he tries as much as he can to simply avoid thinking about it.

Such is how his actions towards you become. At first he acknowledged it, and tried to fix it, but the more apparent it becomes that he can't stop himself, the more he adopts this mentality of avoidance. It's the only way he can cope with what would otherwise be a lot of self-directed frustration and guilt. He just avoids it.

He tries to not think about the fact that certain thoughts he has or certain things he does are unusual, or perhaps worse, would even be perceived as inappropriate. He's a people-pleaser by nature, tries hard to make sure no one is upset with him or dislikes him, and thus the thought of doing something that would be perceived that way makes his stomach churn — and thus, he only pushes the thought away even further, along with the alarming dread of the realization that said pushing is not a wise choice. He knows that, at least partially, this is him actively choosing a path that could have severe consequences, and that the thoughts he's dispelling are really his own sense of reason. But, of course, that thought gets cleared along with the others... not that this method can last forever.

He can just push any bad thoughts away, repeat lies to himself over and over until he starts to believe them in some sense, even if he knows they're not true deep deep down. While it certainly won't end well, for now, that's the only solution he has.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

You'd actually be quite surprised at how quickly he'll resort to kidnapping. At first, he might seem like the type to never do so out of guilt or a strong desire for moral correctness, and while it's true that those sentiments are there and quite strong, that difficulty to retain his sense of inhibition comes back to bite him yet again. He's obviously not the sort of person who would do such a thing without shame or care, like some less ethically sound, more brazenly narcissistic, or more mentally unwell individuals might. No, the thought strikes him with a jolt of reprehension and guilt for even allowing that sort of thought, so he pushes it out of his mind.

It just sort of happens. The sort of thing one does where they're almost in a sort of trance or dissociative state, acting in an automated way to go through with something without much conscious intent. An absent-minded action here or there, perhaps with some actual intent to shift his mind into an auto-piloted state as he buys things, arranges things. As with everything else, even if he knows it's not true, he can tell himself little lies over and over, so that even though at this point he actively acknowledges what his desires are, he can present himself with other reasons for each step that soothe his unease... otherwise, if he didn't feed himself those ideas, he might not be able to bring himself to do it. He tells himself that that he went to another town to buy rope because he needed to take a long walk to clear his head, not so that the purchase would be less traceable. He makes up little what-if scenarios to rationalize why he's buying this or that, alternative uses for which it might hypothetically one day be useful. That he's moving to a new place of his own for Independence and all that, and not to have somewhere to store you.

See, that gives him the opportunity to back out. It stops him from having to acknowledge any determined commitment to the fantasies he's run through in his head, and thereby allows him to distance himself from any panic, guilt, or other negative emotion that would drown him if he were to resolutely and firmly commit to fulfilling said fantasy. He can allow himself some false sense of casual undecidedness, because if he acknowledges that there's really one sole reason he's getting these things together, it will eat him up internally.

Likewise, he never sets a specific date to do anything. That would be acknowledgement of intent, he can't have that. He just... gets the necessary things together, sets up all the arrangements with an absent mind, and waits.

There's no particular trigger, actually. Nothing that specifically sets him off or pushes him to make his move. Once more, it just happens. Without any real reason for that specific moment, he just finds his feet wandering, veering a different way than he initially intended to go. He's already memorized where you live and what your route to get there is, and has already absent-mindedly come up with three possible routes from your place to the one he's set up to be his from now on. He shuts down any conscious thought — who can say to what degree was that itself a conscious decision, if he really thought about it at all — and moves.

And such is how, within an hour or so, he finds himself standing to the side of his own bed, wide-eyed and perfectly still, staring down at your peacefully unconscious face, the rise and fall of your chest. It's not until then that it sort of comes crashing down on him all at once. Frankly, it's for the best that you're unconscious for the initial borderline panic attack and subsequent mental breakdown, because any interference from you might have made him worse. He breathes hard and fast, his body starts to shiver, his hands curl up so hard his knuckles go white, his eyes water up, he ends up stumbling over to the nearest trash bin and spends a half-hour too sick to move from the spot. Coming to terms with what has occurred — what he did — is enough to put him in a very bad state for quite some time.

But time passes, and while he's certainly not calmed down, the violently sick and tearful outbursts are soon over, and he finds himself merely sitting sprawled out on the floor, heavy breathing, face buried in his shaking hands as it all sinks in. There's a singular moment then and there where he takes a deep breath in and out, and forces himself to firmly acknowledge the reality of things... he knows he has to, at this point, because not doing so will make things fall apart, and then he's screwed if you get out. Now, he tells himself, he has to get up and move forward and live with his choices... and spend whatever time he has left before you wake up preparing and rehearsing exactly what he'll say to you. Yeah, that's a good start...

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

He's very paranoid of the possibility for escape, so he goes all-out in terms of his measures. For starters, for a long while, he keeps you bound by one ankle to the bedpost — but it's leather, he went out of his way to make sure you'd be comfortable! Just to make sure you don't go wandering off. And, of course, adds a series of locks to the door from the outside.

The unfortunate thing for you is that he's also very precise and skillful in anything requiring mathematic-like abilities, and as such, the further measures he takes are very effective. It's not as simple as putting something heavy in front of the door, no, he goes out of his way to get down on the ground, measure the width and height of the door, the surface area it will move over when it opens, the distance to the nearest wall corner and the angle, and from there creates a simple mechanism out of basic materials that he can install and lock into place whenever he leaves, that touches the opposite wall and the door itself, making it impossible to open the door unless removed by someone on the same side as said mechanism.

And that's not all. He's got a snare trap he learned from hunting (loop made a bit bigger for a human foot, of course) set just beyond the door just in case, and every night when you go to bed, he always leaves the room for just a second to do something he refuses to tell you about when you ask, which is actually putting up some mechanisms above the doors so that if they open, it'll make a loud sound. Not that you really stand a chance of getting your ankle unbound and out of his arms anyway, but you know, just in case.

That's what most of his measures are, just precautions for all sorts of possibilities his brain comes up with, all the little things you could use or do. Which is why, in addition to setting up mechanisms to keep you in, he's also extremely careful about what you can get your hands on. He himself has had a lot of experience with situations where he had to get creative and use common everyday items to improvise for tools, so he's very familiar with the concept of makeshift items for purposes like lockpicking, heat conducting, even makeshift weaponry. Consequently, every time he considers giving you something or bringing you something, he runs the idea through his head to think of any possible means by which you may end up using it against him.

Ultimately, there are so many measures taken that even if you manage to get through one, the next will likely catch you, and any potential successful escape will undoubtedly require some trial and error lessons from previous attempts. Should he find you caught in one of said anti-escape traps, he frets over your condition, checking to see if it hurt you or something before rushing you back inside... but thereafter, he just gets quiet, sad, and pitiful-looking for a while. He waits for you to say something first, but if you don't, after a little while of silence he'll finally voice his feelings.

...I want you to be happy here, so... if there's something making you unhappy...

Or so he says, but your most likely complaints — that you want to leave, or want more freedoms or the like — will go in one ear and out the other, with him telling you he can't allow that (for your own well-being, of course!) and telling himself that there must be something else, some other way he can appease your desires without giving you what you actually want. The more he tells himself that, the more he can shove aside the gnawing pessimistic thoughts in the back of his head that you'll never get accustomed to him and never give in. That's not true, no. He'll find a way eventually.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

If anything, you have trouble getting him to believe the truth. He's quite paranoid, and is always suspicious of everything, thinks everything is a potential lie.

Not that he's hostile about it. He's torn between his paranoia and not wanting to offend you by implying you're lying, so whenever you try to convince him of something, he works his way around giving you a direct statement in reply.

Well, I'll have to look into it myself...

I don't know about that...

Maybe we can pick back up on this conversation later, okay?

Trying (and not doing a very great job) to make it less obvious that he doesn't believe you, so you don't get upset. Although he makes it a bit too obvious considering that if it turns out you're right, he'll come back and apologize for not believing you, even though he was clearly trying to hide that fact beforehand.

He never acts on anything you say without going out of his way to check the validity of your statements. Sometimes this can get genuinely very annoying when he consumes unnecessary time doing so, especially because he also gets other bouts of paranoia and refuses to believe your reassurances. Like once when you made food for him (more out of boredom than anything), despite having done so dozens of times by now, this one particular time paranoia strikes and he pauses and asks if you did something to it.

No. Why, does it smell or taste weird?

No...

Then what's wrong with it? Why do you think that?

I just... I don't know...

There really is nothing wrong with it, he just has these intrusive worrisome thoughts and can't shake them. You keep reassuring him it's fine and he just refuses to believe you. He does this a lot with all sorts of things, randomly deciding that you're hiding something or have done something or are plotting something and reassuring him just won't work, he ends up taking all sorts of unnecessary measures to prevent whatever thing he thinks you're done or are doing that isn't actually happening.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Of course, he goes out of his way to do anything he thinks will win your favor or make you like him more, which usually includes using whatever money he has on him to buy as many things for you as he can. Anything related to something you like, some hobby that could occupy your time, or just generic, standard gifts like chocolate and flowers and clothes that he hopes will win at least some favor points.

Otherwise, he's actually not as lenient as you might expect due to sheer paranoia. Sure, he would like to grant your requests to go outside for walks or write to your family, he really would, and it makes him feel so awful and sick to deny you that, but he's just too worried. And as aforementioned, he's very careful about what you can get ahold of, surveys every items within your vicinity to ensure it can't be used for any harmful or unwanted purposes.

This means that your hobbies and requests are also often limited. You can do art, but only paint and wax utensils, no actual pens or pencils, too pointy and too much weapon potential. You can knit with very dull knitting needles, but no sewing or any needles with actual skin-breaking potential. And you can cook, just only while he watches, and no knives other than a butter knife. But... you can just let him do that, he'll gladly make food for you anyway (hope you like knight rations!), so there's no need for you to do so, so he says. Very obviously trying to deter you from a hobby he would prefer you not do out of fear you'll find a way to utilize what you have (what will you do? Boil water and throw it at him? Hit him with a metal pan?), but he allows it if it makes you happy.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

They're more like requests, at least with how he says it.

Just stay in here and don't make any noise... please.

Um, please don't touch that... it's dangerous, I forgot to out it away, so... could you hand it over...?

Are you... ignoring me on purpose? I really wish you wouldn't do that...

But he realizes in a very short time that you do not fear or respect him in any capacity. Which he might have predicted, but it still hurts a bit. Logically, it makes sense, he knows he's perceived as a very meek person, and he knows that you have no real reason to see him as a force to be obeyed. He knows that in order to actually enforce behaviors, he needs to have you intimidated. He doesn't like the idea of making you afraid, but it may be necessary... unfortunately his attempts don't go over very well at first when you show defiance.

Oh yeah? Or what?

Or I'll, uh... I'll do something... bad....

Needless to say, you didn't seem particularly frightened.

Thus, when deciding how to address the issues of your behavior, he runs into a metaphorical wall, can't think of anything at all. Unlike taking you and bringing you here and following you and all those other behaviors, punishment actually does some harm and must be unpleasant for you, and he can't justify punishment to himself. He can't stand the thought of being cruel, or making you hate him, so for a while, he largely just lets you get away with violating the "rules" he sets...

...Until it occurs to him that he might be looking at it from the wrong perspective.

It ties back into his tendency to half-delude himself. Everything else he's done was for your own good, or at least he can rationalize it as such if he tries, even if he knows deep down that wasn't the primary motivation. It still helped you be together. And to keep you here, he has to take measures to ensure you don't leave, including reprimanding behaviors that aren't good for you and him. He wants to not have to do anything bad to you, but by doing so once or twice, you'll learn not to do the things you shouldn't, and he won't have to do anything bad. That's how parents and teachers and the like approach having to punish kids, right? Same idea. Thus, it's a temporary measure, if anything, it takes a lot of care for you to be willing to force himself to do it.

Still, he finds the thought of actually hurting you difficult. What he ends up coming up with is, essentially, deprivation. He read about something similar in a book once, that it was used as a psychological torture tactic at some point. Covering your eyes and ears, binding your hands and feet, and leaving you alone for hours on end. At first you're mad, he can tell you're jerking about and trying to rub the binds off. Then you go quiet, for some time. It's difficult for him to handle, he's constantly looking back at you to ensure you're alright.

It doesn't take as long as he expected. Within forty-eight hours or so, you reach a breaking point, you break down and start to shiver with whimpers and sobs. That's all it takes for him to bolt over to your side, pulling everything off as fast as he can and holding you close, apologizing over and over and assuring you that everything is fine. Look, he even had food ready because he was so concerned... so please don't be mad. It hurts him too.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Much like with kidnapping, he's not unlikely to kill as you might think.

In the initial stages of stalking and following, he takes immediate notice of anyone you hang around a lot. Even from the very start, just seeing you speak to and interact with other people gives him an unpleasant pang of some very negative feeling in his chest, but the severity of it steadily increases each time he sees you interact with the same person.

After a very short time, he figures out who the people you're closest to are, and watches you with each day as you interact. He feels nauseous. There's a twisting, tight feeling in his stomach. A tightness in his chest. He recognizes it as an extension of irritation and resentment, and it doesn't take much though to recognize that, contextually, as jealousy. It makes him bounce back and forth between hurt and sadness and anger.

He feels bad for feeling that way, though. Jealousy is a bad thing, it's an immature and selfish emotion, so he's always believed. At least, that's how he used to view it when observing it in others, but it's an entirely different matter to experience it for oneself. Now he understands the ways he's seen people act in fits of jealousy, what he used to dismiss as unwell or hysterical individuals' behavior now seems so much more understandable.

Initially, he tries to just focus on watching you to ensure your safety and to ignore the feeling — predictably, based on already established tendencies, this does not go over well. The resentment he feels towards the other person swells with each passing day. So does the guilt that he feels for holding so much malice towards another person, but the guilt doesn't stop the malice itself. It just gets worse.

It's also frightening, in a way. He knows that he's developing these negative sentiments, knows it's not healthy, knows it can lead him to rash and potentially dangerous impulsive choices, and the thought that he might do something bad without forethought scares him. Being self-aware of it is almost worse than being purely deluded, because he's aware of decreasing stability, he's aware of the abnormality, he's aware that these sentiments could lead him to make choices that are awful and wrong and could have serious consequences, all the things that outright delusion would keep him blissfully unattuned to. This is especially true the worse it gets, when he starts to actually have brief images flashing through his head or intrusive thoughts come to his mind about how he could get rid of them, ways and means by which he could carry out such an act.

That fear has an upside, though, in that the sheer fear of consequence keeps him from acting upon the urges, at least for some time. See, with something like kidnapping, the evidence itself is gone as a part of the act itself. But murder? What would he do with the body? How would he dispose of it without being seen? Even as the strength of his guilt begins to wane, the uncertainty and fear restrains him enough to not do anything, to sit there and be forced to tolerate it, even if it makes him feel sick. If anything, continuous interaction with someone is just going to hasten getting abducted for you.

If he does end up killing, unfortunately, it's purely impulsive, and consequently not well-planned. It actually takes him a moment to even recognize what he's done — he stands there in a daze, looking back and forth at his hands and the body now slumped over or on the ground or at the bottom of a long fall or whatever method was taken, processing it as his mind catches up to his actions. It doesn't feel "real" at first, as if he can't accept it being the reality before him.

But when he does, he panics. A sort of panic he's never felt before in his entire life, even in the most perilous of situations. Thankfully, out of the two most common responses to this situation — run away or hide the crime — he takes the latter, opting to at least dispose of it before trying to forget about it. Like everything else he does, he'll certainly spend a very long time repeatedly rationalizing it to himself, telling himself it was his only choice or that they were dangerous to you and he was doing something good, so on and so on.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He's slow to truly anger, but he's not that slow to simply get upset. Perhaps the best word for how his emotions manifest would be frustration. Stressful things or rare cases of disagreements where he's very firm on his stance and can't simply bow his head and concede, overwhelm him very easily. He gets tense, fidgety, and depending on who he's interacting with, often intimidated. But if he gets frustrated enough, he starts to ball his hands into fists, arms tense and straight at his side while he tries to deescalate the situation, or, if he's really upset, stand his ground and make it clear he won't be dissuaded.

If you push him into a metaphorical corner and be as argumentative and hostile as possible, though, honestly, he's more likely to cry than anything. He just gets overwhelmed and frustrated and the emotions become too much for him to handle, and his eyes well up with tears and he bites his lip. He feels it coming on, though, and he's very adamant that you not see that, as he finds it embarrassing and thinks it would damage your image of him. Thus, he ends up just making a sharp turn around and walking off to another room, only to come back a while later. If you try to bring the subject up again, he just tenses up and tries to deflect from it, outright saying he doesn't want to talk about it anymore if you're persistent.

This can become something of an issue of avoidance, where he swerves his way around hard conversations and having to hear things he'd rather not. He continuously flees conversations he doesn't like, both out of not wanting to be seen getting emotional and also because it's his way of shutting you down and avoiding having to acknowledge some of the very valid points you have.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Saying that he sees you as "above" him doesn't really capture the exact sentiment that he has.

He does pedestalize you to some extent, which you might have expected, but actually, he's not really the type of person to be sensitive to or even put much thought into the "worth" or "value" of a person, for very logical reasons: there's no set factors or qualities that determine worth and value, it's all subjective, and therefore can't truly be defined. And if it can't be defined, it can't be quantified. It can change based on perspective and mood. What's the point of thinking of people and oneself based on a system so vague and unsteady?

Ultimately, it's not so much a matter of worth or pedestalization, rather, what he gets obsessive and neurotic over is need.

The power dynamic subtly woven into all interpersonal relationships. One always needs the other more. One always cares more. In the social network, that is what matters above all else, whoever "wins" and "loses" in that sort of mind game. And he's painfully aware that he's the loser here, that he needs you more than you do him. He cares more, he wants you more. Acknowledging it hurts, but he can't lie to himself on this matter.  At the same time, his mind goes blank when he tries to think of how to resolve the problem. There's really nothing he can do. He just has to hope that keeping you here makes up for what would otherwise be a vulnerability of his.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's incredibly determined, he just doesn't really know how to go about it. Mika has a very analytic, pragmatic brain, one that works well with concepts such as sentential logic, numerical functions and mathematics, and of course, cartography. Concepts with processes set in stone, laid out with a very clear way to arrive at a very specific solution or result. Things that are formulaic and linear.

Relationships between people are not like that. There is no perfect course of action guaranteed to produce the desired result. Everything is uncertain and uneasy, and that makes it such a nerve-wracking thing to deal with. At least he can try. There's not much more he can do, as much as he wishes there was some way to guarantee it.

Perhaps somewhat to his own detriment, in his perpetual attempts to alleviate his negative emotions and worry, when thinking of how to win you over, he sort of completely neglects to take the situation into account. That is, he completes dodges acknowledging the circumstances by which you're even here to begin with, approaches it as if you're in a normal situation and thus that normal things like gifts and kind words should work, avoiding any and all acknowledgement of the fact that having brought you here against your will is kind of an important part of it all, and one that has undoubtedly given you a very negative sentiment towards him. He feels sick even just letting his mind vaguely drift to thinking about what you must feel towards him, given his actions. No, he prefers to not think about that, and choose optimism instead, choose to believe his efforts will work eventually and there's definitely not some huge and possibly impossible obstacle to overcome. Lying to himself just feels better, you know?

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Firstly, his bargaining system. He develops this in his head, a two-part self-comfort mechanism where firstly, he goes back-and-forth rationalizing everything he does with some aspect making it less bad in his mind, and secondly, tries to pair every bad action with a good one. Since he has a strong sense of ethics and guilt, he can't just carelessly do what he does, nor begrudgingly accept himself the way others might. Thus, he spends a lot of time in deep thought, internally struggling with himself and dealing with his feelings. He will quite literally go down the list of everything he has done that he feels bad about, and think of a way it can be spun as something positive.

He bargains when thinking about potential actions as well, rationalizing, just spends so much time thinking about these things. He was always prone to overthinking, but now takes it to an extreme as he spends excessive amounts of time running over things in his head. That this action isn't that bad for this and that reason, this is acceptable because of these circumstances, so on and so on. He spends far more time obsessively going through these sorts of thoughts than others in his situation.

And then, he will literally tally the major offenses, and for each one, he does something good for you. Buys you something, does something for your sake, tries to perform some gesture to make you happy. He deals with his perceived sins on a one-to-one ratio, as if by doing a good thing, he somehow cancels out the bad things, or compensates for them, or something like that. He doesn't really fully understand the exact intent, but he knows that doing this makes him feel better.

There's also another unique factor: the initial impression he makes, the way you and pretty much anyone perceives him at first, begins to unravel over time. You begin to understand his true nature for what it is, even to a degree he himself has never done enough introspection to really understand. You gradually begin to realize that, even though it's subconscious for him, he's far more clever, deliberate, and even selfish than it would seem on the surface.

His tendencies for apologizing can get on your nerves very, very quickly, but you still pity him. At first, you don't think much of it other than him being burdened by guilt, you thought of him as someone with a very bad case of some deep psychological problem, someone who was a very good person deep down, but tormented by some uncontrollable condition or something. You feel bad for him, try to reason with him, thinking that his internal goodness, if invoked, will lead him to do the right thing.

But... perhaps it's because you hear his apologies so much that the words start to lose meaning, sorry becomes a jumbled set of sounds with no significance. And as your initial belief in the sincerity of his remorse wanes, the way you perceive him and his actions starts to shift as well. You have a lot of time to ponder things, and you start to feel like you're beginning to understand a darker element to his psychology that even he might not be fully aware of.

The constant apologies and meekness starts to seem to align with his intentions. That the apologetic sentiments aren't separate from or antithetical to his ultimate desires and goals, but rather, an active means by which he obtains those goals.

You notice little things you didn't before.

That even though he apologizes when doing something he thinks will invoke your anger, he doesn't seem shaky or hesitant. The words come out of his mouth, but his hands nonetheless move with straightforward, unhesitating intent. The illusion of this poor pitiful thing that just wants to love you seems to fade as you notice more, think about it more.

And one day, as he apologizes once more, in a moment of frustration, you narrow your eyes and snap at him.

No you're not. You just say you are to make yourself feel better.

Your words certainly have an effect. He stiffens, shakes his head, immediately begins to insist that's not true, that he really is sorry and that he really doesn't want to hurt you. He insists over and over. And the thought sticks with him, since he keeps trying to reassure you for days on end.

He seems so pitiful as he does that. Admittedly, even though you try not to, he's so very good at making you feel bad for him. You're the one kidnapped and held prisoner by this guy, yet somehow he manages to make you pity him so often. But that too starts to register differently the more you think about it.

Whether it's a conscious or subconscious behavior — likely the latter — that is the intent. He wants you to feel bad for him, and whether or not he realizes it — in fact, you're pretty sure he doesn't realize it, that it's just his nature and not a behavior he does consciously — deep down he's intentionally behaving as pitifully as he can. After all, if he's so meek and desperate to please that you can't help but feel bad for him, then you can't bring yourself to hate him, to be angry.

That, too, you finally one day bring up, on a day where you're in a particularly rough state of mind, having been drained of the fight you had left in you, melancholic and distant and tired. You're laying down, staring up at the ceiling while he's going on about some disagreement you've had, when he says it again, that he's sorry. You exhale a deep breath.

You turn your head towards him, too spiritually exhausted to summon any real anger, voice coming out flat and cold.

No. You want me to feel sorry for you so that you can do whatever you want, and I'll pity you too much to do anything about it.

Unlike your prior accusation of using it for self-soothing, this time, he doesn't immediately rush to defend himself. He just... freezes. He gets quiet. But his eyes are blown wide open, he stands there slack-jawed and still as several seconds pass by. As if your words aren't striking him as a jab at something he was aware of, but an expression of genuine shock, perhaps even realization.

It's quiet for a minute before he finally snaps out of the momentary stupor, shaking his head.

No, no, I just... I'm not...

And then he goes quiet again, looking down at the ground for a moment before taking a step back.

I need to... take a walk.

It's a quiet, uneasy voice you've never heard him use. He turns around and bolts out the door without a second of hesitation, lacking the usual five or so goodbyes he usually gives whenever he leaves. You're pretty sure you struck something he really doesn't want to think about... but in the end, given how he's such a slave to his urges, you doubt it will have much of an effect.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

He's very easily flustered and embarrassed even with topics of a normal and socially appropriate nature, so it only gets that much worse when it comes to anything that even most people would be embarrassed by. He blushes very easily, and it's very easily visible, which, along with general embarrassment, means he's developed a habit of covering his face with his hands whenever he feels embarrassment.

You'll have a somewhat difficult time even getting him to talk about anything of a sexual nature. If it's a joke or innuendo he'll awkwardly laugh it off, but if you actually try to have a serious conversation about it in some way, he goes red in the face, stammers and sputters and tries to give a one-word answer and switch to another topic.

Not that he doesn't have a sex drive or impure thoughts — he very much has both of those things, but as with his other behaviors, he's caught in between hesitancy and impulse, and for some time at least, his hesitancy and sense of moral wrong will keep him in check before that control breaks.

He hesitates for quite some time to touch you, even. He doesn't really keep a huge distance though, interestingly enough. As nervous as he is (and noting that he usually keeps physical space between himself and others), once he has you to himself, his self-control is just on the threshold of touch, where he can't stop himself from being in close proximity (even if it does make his heart race), but he's still too nervous to just reach an arm out and let your skin brush against his, to actually do something. So he stays close, provided you're actually being somewhat nice and non-hostile. It takes him a pretty long while to work up the nerve to actually touch, and if you're too cold and hostile towards him, it will delay it even further.

Once he has, though, he becomes very fond of touch. He likes to just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, can lay silently like that for quite some time. The more fond of it he becomes, though, the more sensitive to rejection of touch he gets, so after a while, if you keep swatting away his hands or jerking away from his touch, it will make him considerably more hurt than it did in the beginning.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Initially, he would be too nervous to really perform even if you were begging him for it, so even consensually that's not going to happen for a while. It takes time to get used to your presence right there, to come to terms with the fact that you're really here and he has you all to himself and it's not even a dream. That what was once so far away, always watched at a distance, is now right in front of him. He needs a while just to really process that and all the emotions that come with that realization.

Beyond that stage, though, as with his general behaviors, it's another issue of impulse.

Granted, he does manage to fight that one off for a long time, and will never bring himself to outright violate you, so it could be argued that he does, in fact, manage to summon some self-control on this one thing. It helps that he has a very "pure" view of you (regardless of your actual level of experience), and feels like he'd "defile" you by doing anything to you. He can ward off "bad" thoughts by instilling a reflexive sense of guilt the moment they emerge.

More importantly, he staves off any such thoughts the moment he considers what it would mean in regards to his own perception of himself. His set of values is borderline self-contradicting and somewhat amusing, where he somehow manages to rationalize everything else he's done, and doesn't see himself as a horrible person for the whole kidnapping and imprisonment thing, yet sexual violation is where he draws the line. He's not a terrible person or anything, but someone who does that definitely would be! He's repulsed by the concept of such individuals, so he could never bring himself to become one. He has a bit of a lack of self-awareness, wherein he believes that there's a world of difference between the two things, that his actions are just each a mild misdeed for complicated reasons, not a heinous crime like that would be.

Eventually, though, like everything else, it starts to slip. He starts bargaining with himself, running loops of logic to absolve himself of fault and diminish the perceived severity of a potential action. First he permits himself to have thoughts — it's just thoughts, it can't hurt you, you won't even know about it, so what's the harm done? By allowing himself to run through fantasies in his head, he'll get the urges out and lower the risk of making a rash choice of action, so it's actually a good thing.

It's only a matter of time before "thoughts" becomes actions. Sneaking a few glances as you shower or undress, letting his hands brush against you just enough to seem accidental, jerking off over you while you sleep, and eventually, it progresses to maybe giving you some medication to make you sleep a bit heavily, so you won't wake when he runs his hands over your body.

But it increasingly begins to feel like it's not enough. He hangs on this fine line balance where his sense of ethics and self creates a strong hesitation and wariness, like an automatic safety-trigger stop function on a piece of machinery, telling himself he can't do such a thing, while at the same time, the urge is so strong that once his inhibition is worn down, it comes out all at once like a broken dam.

But he still loves you, he still wants to respect you, he hates hates hates the thought of hurting you, so he uses whatever inhibition is left to refrain from actually doing something, and instead tells you. Asks you for help, even. Very openly and honestly.

I don't want to do something bad to you. But I can't... I feel like I'm going insane or something...

It's entirely truthful, but acting like it's just for your sake isn't entirely honest. Maybe, just maybe, it's partially with intention. Hoping you feel bad, hoping you take his request for help not in a way to help him stop, but to help him rid himself of the frustration and need. Maybe. And if you do, then it will all be okay. He's sure to emphasize that, if so.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Voyeurism/Somnophilia

These are included together because they serve the same general purpose: allowing him to alleviate his needs without feeling like he's actually committing some act of violation.

It can't hurt to look. Especially when you don't see him. Watching you change, watching you stretch, his eyes run up and down your body as his own begins to feel warm and fuzzy. He used to just glance and be done with it, but finds his eyes lingering longer and longer.

There's also the time he got home a bit early, came in through the back quietly enough that you didn't hear, just to be greeted by the sight of you panting and arching, hand between your legs, arm draped over your eyes, perfectly uncovered. It caught him so off-guard and put him in such a stunned state that he ended up standing there, mouth agape for several seconds processing it, only to quietly sneak back just enough to be able to duck out of sight if necessary, and to be able to hide his own lower half, working himself to watching you do the same. Thankfully you didn't notice him, and he was able to play it off as coming through the door just right after you were done. You probably thought it was perfect timing. And it was... just not for you.

Eventually, as his urges grow stronger, he takes to touching you in your sleep. In a way, it's actually quite nice because it's a calming and reassuring way to interact with your body, no worrying about it being too obvious that he has no idea what he's doing. No embarrassment over blatantly staring, even if it's harder to see in the dark. And even despite your sleep, he still gets an exhilarating rush every time you respond to the touches, when you twitch and make the softest sounds.

Mutual masturbation/instruction

It sort of ties into the former, but with you consciously aware of it. He couldn't exactly say why he has voyeuristic tendencies, but even when you're actively aware of his presence, watching can be just as pleasurable as actively participating. He likes touching you too, so he usually combines the two, so it's not purely voyeuristic per se, but combines the element nonetheless. Basically this means he wants to watch you touch yourself in some way, preferably while he does in another — have his fingers buried inside you while you play with your chest, or the inverse, letting him suck on your nipples while you rub at yourself.

But even if he's not actively doing something, he just really, really likes seeing you masturbate. It takes a while for that inclination to be exposed, because he's very shy about it, but eventually, especially if you're fully receptive and accepting of him, he'll muster up the courage to outright ask for it.

Just... I just want to watch...

Well, of course, he jerks himself off the whole time, but he is watching. It seems like it would be easy to you at first, but it actually turns out that the act is very vulnerable and embarrassing in practice, more so than just sex itself. There's something far more vulnerable about being laid exposed and actively being watched with such intense focus, very different from two active participants.

After a while, he gets confident enough to venture into another desire: he starts telling you what to do, gives instructions. Leans down and murmurs into your ear to touch yourself a certain way or in a certain spot, to arch your back, roll your hips forward against his hand. The only downside is it's very hard for him to not cum before you do.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Funnily enough, it's not that he goes out of his way to achieve this, nor has an "accident" by avoiding proper precautions, nor does he adamantly avoid it. Instead, he just sort of forgets. The possibility doesn't cross his mind, he's too absorbed in feelings of euphoria and excitement and so many intense emotions that his brain sort of skips over the whole, you know, purpose the physical process even exists for on a biological level.

Thus it's more or less inevitable. As you can imagine, his first reaction is intense worry. And to be fair, that's a very normal reaction for the majority of people, not just those prone to worry like he is. It's a pretty big deal, after all. He has far more things to worry about than the average guy in his situation, though. How is this going to work? Are you going to try to use the kid to get away from him? Turn them against him? It bothers him so much it starts to make him feel sick, he loses sleep, he's so distant and spacey that people ask if something is wrong with him. He doesn't really have a plan to counteract any of his fears, so... he just has to go forward and hope for the best. It becomes a constant source of anxiety for him.

On the bright side, he'd be a top-tier father, both with how invested he is in the child's life as well as how good he is at the actual practical aspect of caring for and supervising a kid. He's constantly trying to help with any little thing that he can, always wanting to take burdens off of you. He's particularly invested in the child's education, starts eagerly trying to teach them how to read and write and the like from a young age. The only downside is that he's very paranoid and constantly worried, making up these worst-case scenarios in his head, to the point that you have to reassure him that certain things are normal and not an issue, or that it's okay that the kid has not made a sound in the last 20 seconds, that not every single cough or sneeze means something is horribly wrong, so on and so on.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

If he gets desperate enough, if you're being repetitively disagreeable and hostile to him, the only thing he can think of is to make you need him. This goes hand-in-hand with his usual means of sensory and contact deprivation, but this time, he does it with orgasms. You'll get frustrated eventually, right? Even if you're not someone who has a particularly high drive, you'll inevitably become needy. At least, it's the best thing he can think of.

He's still apologetic and all, the whole time he forces your arms and legs apart, tying each ankle and wrist to a different bed corner. It never ceases to be borderline humorous, were you an onlooker and not the victim, how he will just apologize and apologize yet not waver in his actions for a single second...

This situation has the added perk of the fact that he gets to sit you upright and feed you, give you water. It's very sweet and intimate... at least, he thinks so, although you don't seem particularly happy about it. He still makes sure to leave you with little to occupy your time with, hoping that it will add to the desperation. You don't initially understand what he's after, but it becomes more evident when, after a day or so, he decides it's necessary to take some additional steps to expedite the process. Works his way between your legs and gets you wound up and frustrated with his fingers and tongue, pulling you so, so close, only to pull back at the last second, murmur something about how it's for your own good, and give you a kiss to your forehead before abruptly getting up and going off again. You quickly become irritated, kicking your feet against the restraints and snapping at him, saying a few mean words before relaxing your body with a huff.

With any luck, you'll hopefully have a very short tolerance for this torment... that's his hope, at least. He really wants you to just give in and love him and let him help you, and preferably be nice to him, that's all. And really, it's in your best interest to do so too, lest he start to slowly awaken to a realization that a part of him rather likes you tied and struggling like that... frankly, that's a metaphorical slumbering beast you do not want to wake.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Your thighs and legs. No particularly specific reason that he's aware of, just the natural and innate sexual attraction to the other's sensual characteristics. He likes the softness and the warmth of your skin, the way your legs feel wrapped around his waist, the shape and curvature of your hips to your thighs and the back of your calves, the way running his eyes up and down your figure makes him feel all hot and tense and excited. Most of all, he especially likes laying his head on your lap, listening to you talk about anything and everything.

You can also use this to your advantage — come up to him when he's sitting down, sit beside him and swing your legs to rest over his lap and his brain will undergo a shutdown right there on the spot. It's rather cute.

#yandere genshin impact

[wispscribbles]

hi i just discovered your beautiful art so i obviously needed to scroll down your whole blog to catch up on everything you posted haha

i just wanted to say that i got way too emotional after reading that post of yours regarding mw3 and your mental health… on one hand i’m so sorry that you felt that way, but on the other i feel it with my whole heart

ghoap content especially for me helped me these past few months with my mental health in ways i would never have expected, it was my solace and inspiration, i started working out too and got back into drawing, got a lot better at it as well!

but unfortunately i get way too fixated on fictional stuff and there comes a time that my brain switches up and connects the things i liked and comforted me with things that make me extremely uncomfortable and stressed out, especially if i fall down a fandom rabbit hole that i would never have searched up, beacuse i know myself, i know my limits and triggers but i feel like i’m not a part of the fandom if i don’t like and interact with every single headcanon, art and ship

these past days i was really down because of that, and the things i read (why did i do that???) and now when i think of ghoap i think of that stuff and im scared that i alienated myself from the one thing that made me happy

but discovering your art and with that your post reminded me that im not alone in these feelings, even if it’s not the same exactly, and i wanted to thank you, for sharing your thoughts that time i guess haha <33

((sorry for rambling))

Long reply under 'keep reading' !! CW: talk of triggers and MCD

Always feel free to ramble my way!!! How nice you could find some comfort in my art and ghoap stuff. Especially in my mw3 post. I've been considering deleting it a few times, but hearing it maybe helped to read in some way makes me happy I left it up.

I get where you're coming from - I very much use these fictional characters as a safe space, but ppl view them very differently. There's room for it all, "don't like, don't interact" is very much a policy I agree with. It's important to mute words and be aware of your own triggers as you browse stuff in this fandom, because there's such a wide variety of stuff out there. You do NOT have to interact and agree with every thought people have on this ship, that's impossible and super stressful. There's plenty of stuff and headcanons I don't vibe with. There are no 'requirements' that you have to meet in order to enjoy fiction.

It's part of why I enjoy ghoap - that their dynamic resonates and has sparked so much creativity and outlets for so many - but it also means there's gonna be a lot of stuff u don't necessarily agree with or feel comfortable with. For example, a lot of folks use the MCD in mw3 as a way to explore grief, which I think is really cool, but on a bad day that could potentially get my brain in a bad headspace, so I only check out that art and those fics when I feel okay. There's also a bunch of stuff I'd never want to interact with, and that’s fine !!

I'm personally quite vanilla and a sucker for exploring the softer, more domestic aspects of these characters. It's what brings me joy. I know there are parts of this fandom who don’t vibe with what I make at all, and would call it untrue to the characters. Some creators enjoy exploring the more violent or toxic sides to the source material. That's just how it is, we all need different things from fiction. As long as we're capable of chilling in our respective sandboxes, then all's good.

But if you're like me, and enjoy the softer things, then definitely be aware and careful while exploring this ship and fandom. I've seen takes on these characters that are so far removed from how I view them, that they're basically the complete opposite, and it can leave a very bad taste, especially if you're the type to hinge your safe space on fiction.

Just... be mindful of yourself and your potential triggers, be respectful and don't interact with things that make you uncomfortable to the point of feeling unsafe. Shape your own online experience to your best ability.

Hope you're doing okay and still find joy in ghoap <3

#ask #anon ask #long post #mcd #mcd mention #major character death #mw3 spoilers #ish #few extra thoughts in tags: #sry it took a while to respond. i wanted to give a proper answer #hope this makes sense or helps somehow #and if interacting with this fandom continues to have a negative impact on your mental health then take a break #i understand using fiction as an outlet or safe space (i do it) but if the bad starts outweighing the good then try to distance yourself #don't dive into those rabbit holes that u know will make u feel bad #i understand the urge but its so important to protect yourself online #I’m far from an expert on this stuff so this is just my two cents #stay safe!!

[foreverrandomwritings]

(first one) jealous prompt & (second one) smutty prompt with loki 💚😏 romantic

“i don’t like how they keep staring at me.”

“Come sit on my lap.”

Loki and The Librarian

Summary: Odin throws a ball in honor of you and Loki. You both take a much needed break from the festivities.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x afab!Reader

Warnings: Uhm it's fluffy at the beginning and then complete filth at the end. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY!

Word count:4040

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

Loki and yourself had been in a relationship for many years now. Having met in the library of the castle. You were a newer librarian there as your predecessor had decided to retire. You were one of the few that saw him as someone other than one of the Princes of asgard. He would never tell anyone else but it was something he greatly cherished. You treated him so nicely not because you could gain something from being with him but because you treasured the person he truly was. 

You had been at the desk in the front of the library when Loki entered. He had looked at you curiously not knowing who you were. You hadn’t noticed him yet, being too immersed in the book you were reading. He walked up to the desk and cleared his throat causing you to let out a loud scream and throw your book clear up into the sky. He caught it with a smirk on his lips. His eyes scanned the cover surprised to find it was one of his favorites. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His words were gentle as you closed your eyes, hand clutching your chest as you tried to even your breathing. 

“It’s alright, I should’ve been paying more attention.” your eyes fluttered open and your lips separated as you noticed who was standing in front of you. 

“Where is Estrid?” He was used to seeing the older woman here. He had grown fond of her over the years, she would let him wander the shelves and didn’t mind him staying in the library way past her leaving. He had even gotten in a habit of bringing her tea. Which he had in his hand that wasn’t holding your book. 

“Oh she retired a couple of days ago. I am her replacement, is there anything I can help you find?” You were still sitting in your seat with a gentle smile on your lips. 

“Do you like tea?” you nodded your head eagerly, he gave you a gentle smile back before setting the delicate tea cup down in front of you. 

“I brought it for Estrid, but since she isn’t here you can have it instead.” He set your book down next to the tea as well.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. If you need anything feel free to shout for me.” Estrid had told you a little about Loki. She had told you that he was a gentle soul and that he used the Library to escape. She also told you that he didn’t like being called by any title while he was within the book filled space. You had made sure to take note of what she had said. You were glad that you did because he seemed to appreciate the casualness of the meeting. That day was only the start of a beautiful relationship. He would come into the library daily and bring you tea. Occasionally he would sit and talk with you. The talking turned into flirting and then you were barrelling head first into love. 

Your relationship had however been kept a secret from the prying eyes of Asgard for a long time. Neither of you felt like being questioned and ridiculed by others. It also made the time spent together even more special. But when his father started talking about bringing in suitors from other realms for his youngest son his mother put a stop to it. She had been surprised he hadn’t been able to tell that Loki had already been in love and for quite some time now. Loki wished he could say he was surprised that his mother knew but he really wasn’t. She had always known things about people that they sometimes didn’t even know about themselves. 

“Loki, I have decided to start sending out proposals to other realms for suitors. Thor likes to play too much, but you have potential to settle down.” Loki sputtered on his water at his fathers words. Frigga looked at her husband bewildered.

“Odin, Loki already has a woman he loves dear.” Loki had looked at his mother with wide eyes. He was thankful that his brother wasn’t here because he would have enjoyed the awkwardness of this conversation way too much.

“What is this you speak of Frigga?” Odin looked utterly confused at his wife's words. 

“He has been with the new Librarian for years now.” She gave Loki a gentle smile, he relaxed at the action. Upon the revelation his father requested that they hold a ball in honor of your relationship. Loki had persisted that that wasn’t necessary and that it would actually be something that you would be against but his father persisted. 

You had in fact been reluctant for the occasion and had asked Loki if there was any way to get out of it and he had told you that unfortunately there wasn’t. His father truly loved any excuse to throw a party so there would be no changing his mind. 

“Good afternoon love.” You had greeted Loki as he entered the library. You glanced at his hands and noticed two cups of tea meaning he planned to join you for a while. You pulled a chair up for him, setting down your book on the desk in front of you. 

“I have news for you pet.” He gave you a grimace as he spoke nerves eating away at him. 

“What is it?” You asked him, chewing on your bottom lip. He sat in the chair next to you handing you your cup of tea. 

“Father would like to hold a ball in your honor in a fortnight.” Your mouth fell open as you gaped at him.

“What in the world are you talking about?” You asked him, setting the tea down beside your book, hands running through your hair. 

“He was talking about bringing in suitors from other realms for me to wed. But my mother informed him that I had already found someone. Upon hearing the news he decided he wanted to throw a party.” His hand held one of your own as his eyes looked upon your face. 

“Is there any way we can convince him otherwise?” You did not want to attend such a big event. Let alone one that was in your honor. 

“I’m afraid not, pet. He has his mind set on a ball.” He knew of your dislike for the public eye. He truly felt bad for dragging you into this mess. But you knew that eventually loving him would mean such things. 

You had asked Loki that night while you were laid in his bed if you could meet his parents more informally so it would be less awkward the day of the ball. His mother was already completely smitten with you, having seen and talked with you in the library on multiple occasions. Frigga had jumped at the opportunity to have a meal with you and had dragged his father along to the breakfast. She had asked you if she could help you find a dress and get you ready for the ball and you had hesitantly said yes. 

That’s how you found yourself being swept across the dance floor in your lover's arms. You had both had a couple of classes of wine and had eaten healthily from the feast that was served. His father had announced your relationship and then nicely ordered you to dance. The dance was simple and one you and Loki had practiced many times in his large room after a night spent together. 

As the song came to an end he grabbed your hand and led you off the dance floor back to your seats as the crowd watching cheered loudly. You walked slowly to the head table. Frigga, Odin, Thor, Loki and Yourself all had seats at the large oak table. He pulled your chair out for you and made sure you were seated before he took his place next to you. At this point the dance floor was swarming with guests and Loki leaned over towards you.

“How are you doing, pet?” he whispered to you, noticing the way you were biting your lip nervously. 

“I don’t like the way they keep staring at me.” You told him looking into his eyes that were swimming with understanding. He knew how hesitant you were to step into the public eye. You had never desired to be someone that everyone would talk about. Now that everyone knew who you were to him it was likely that you would be gossiped about. 

“We can take a break whenever you feel like it.” He clasped your hand giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes darted towards the exit. Most of the women had been looking at you with jealousy and disgust. Majority of the men had been undressing you with their eyes with every look they sent your way. 

“Won’t your father be upset if we leave our own party?” you asked him half jokingly. You were desperately wanting a break from the stuffy space but didn’t want to be rude. 

“I don’t think he’ll miss us much if we aren’t gone for long.” He reassured you, you seemed to be contemplating the idea of a break when Thor came over to you both. 

“May I have a dance?” he asked you, holding a hand your way. You locked eyes with Loki and he gave you a nod telling you it was alright. You pulled your hand out of his and grasped his brothers and were off to the dance floor.

Loki watched you dancing and laughing and felt warmth spread through him at the thought of being able to show you off. He loved having you to himself for so long but seeing how happy you were with his brother made him feel content. Like his two worlds could in fact collide magically. He watched as the song came to a close and you made your way back over to him, leaving Thor on the dance floor. 

“Come sit on my lap.” He said as you made your way to sit in your chair. You gave him a bewildered look, eyes darting around the room. 

“Loki.” you told him as a warning when he grabbed your wrist gently. The close contact would give you both some relief from your anxiety but it would certainly gain you more attention. 

“Please?” he gave you a pout, his eyes dancing with glee. You knew from all the nights you had spent together after a large occasion such as this that he hated being at these. All the people always stressed him out and he’d much rather be curled up in bed with you. You not so reluctantly sat down in his lap, thankful that your dress wasn’t one of the ballgown ones his mother had originally wanted you in. You had actually found one that was more form fitting in Loki's signature green and gold. 

He let out a large sigh of relief as you settled yourself upon his lap. You put one of your hands on the back of his neck under his hair, smoothing a thumb across the expanse of it. He drew a thumb across your back in circular motions as his other hand went to grab his goblet. He took a generous gulp of the wine within the cup before pressing it to your lips and allowing you to swallow some of it down as well. 

You adjusted yourself along his lap slightly crossing your ankles to seat yourself better. He hissed at the motion and the hand on your back came to squeeze your waist in a warning. You tilted your head as you questioned him with your eyes. His eyes were filled with a look that you were more than familiar with, lust. The thought of the people around you seemed to slip your mind as you ground your hips a couple of times. 

His other hand rested upon your knee that was exposed due to the slit in the skirt of the dress. His fingers were cold as they came into contact with your skin. The feeling caused a shiver to run through your body. He gave you a teasing smile, knowing how much you loved when he chilled his body. The feeling of the cold he could summon always had you writhing and whimpering for him. 

The both of you knew having you sat upon his lap was a dangerous game. It had proven to be so on many occasions. You would normally sit upon his lap while one of you read to the other in his chambers. The book would normally get lost somewhere within the room as you tangled yourself within one another on any surface you could find in his room. 

This time seemed to be no different. The closeness of the other had always been intoxicating and you could hardly think straight as he filled your senses. You could smell his scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood. You could feel his fingers upon your skin on your knee and his skin along your fingers where they sat on his neck. You heard his shaky breath as he took in the scent of you. He could tell you were aroused by the way you squeezed your legs together. 

“I am ready for a break pet.” He told you as he moved you off his lap. You took his hand in yours as an agreement and started to lead him out of the room. The thought of having him buried deep inside you had your footsteps quickening as you weaved through the familiar halls into the one that held his room. You had been there many times in your relationship so you knew exactly where to head to. 

Swinging his door open he had you against it  instantly. His hands came to cup your face as he kissed you roughly. Teeth clashing against teeth, tongues fighting each other for dominance. He let you win as he nudged a leg between your own. The slit in your dress making it easy for him to do so. You moaned against his mouth as his thigh met your clothed cunt. A wet patch had formed in your underwear and it started to seep onto the pants of his suit. 

“So wet for me already.” He said as he pulled away his hands falling towards your hips. Your hands made their way to his jacket and peeled it off of him, dropping it to the floor. He moved his leg again and it swept across your cunt once again. You threw your head against the door at the feeling. 

“Need more.” You told him breathlessly, he hummed in reply pulling away. His hand worked your zipper down your side and he pulled the straps down your arms. The dress hadn’t required a bra so you were left in just your underwear as the green material pooled around your feet. Then he was telling you to jump, slipping your feet out of your heels, you did as he ordered and wrapped your legs around him. He walked the both of you to the bed as your lips clashed once again. 

Your nipples hardened as they rubbed against the fabric of his shirt. He laid you down on the bed, the silk sheets surrounding you comfortably. You ground your hips along his in desperate need of friction. He tsked at you as he pulled his lips away from your own. Your eyes darted down to his mouth as he licked his kiss swollen lips. 

“Be patient pet and I will take care of you.” His voice was deep and sultry as he wiggled out of your legs. You groaned at the loss of contact with him. His fingers came down to your underwear and ripped them away from your body. 

“I didn’t have dessert yet. Do you think I can have some now?” he asked you while his fingers slipped through your folds. You whined out loudly, hands gripping the sheets, knuckles throbbing at your grip. He kneeled at the end of the bed, hands gripping your ankles. 

“Please, Loki.” your voice was already wrecked as you begged him. That was all he needed before he was pulling you to the end of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and burying his head between your thighs. He licked and sucked and feasted upon your cunt. If you hadn't sat beside him at dinner you would have thought he hadn’t eaten in days with the way he ravished you. Your back arched as he slipped two fingers inside of you. He worked them in a come hither motion hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again. 

You were seeing white as he sucked your clit between his cold lips. Your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. He continued to work you through your high. His hand that wasn’t buried within you held your hips down as they jerked sporadically. You whined his name like a prayer. Praising him for how well he had devoured you. 

He sucked his fingers into his mouth once he was sure he had licked you completely clean. You sat there naked on his bed, blinking as your vision came back to you. You looked upon his ceiling at the intricate designs and the mirror that he had installed. You saw the way his back muscles flexed against his shirt. 

“You have too many clothes on.” You spoke into the air, he chuckled at your words. You watched in the mirror as he snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared. He worked his naked body up your own before he was completely encompassing you. One of his hands held him up as the other laid on your throat. He dragged cold fingers along your neck down to your breasts leaving goosebumps in their wake. He circled them around your nipples causing you to whimper as they hardened almost painfully. He shushed you with a kiss upon your lips. 

Your hand came between your bodies and sought out his cock. Once you found it you circled your thumb across the tip. He groaned into your lips as he jerked into your hand. You guided him between your lips and slid his tip up and down gathering the slick that had pooled there again. He bit your lip as you slipped the head into your entrance, grinding your hips to try and coax him to fully slip inside of you. He did just that, slowly sinking in until his balls were slapping against your ass. 

He sat there for a moment letting you adjust to his size. While he himself adjusted to the feeling of you wrapped around him so deliciously. He found one of your hands and slipped his fingers between your own, laying it beside your head. He slipped his tongue along yours before he started moving in and out of you. His thrusts were slow and precise. Delicately unraveling you once again, much different than the relentless pace he had set when he was eating you out moments ago. 

He moved the hand that had been playing with your nipples between your bodies. His thumb coming to rub against your clit. You gasped as your fingers tore down his back. He finally pulled away from your kiss, peppering his lips along your neck. One of your hands squeezed his bicep as you whined incoherently. He sucked at the spot below your ear and you could feel a second climax building up inside of you. 

He could feel it as well as he continued to thrust in and out of you, your walls squeezing against his cock. His tumb languidly circled your clit and you moaned as he bit down into the skin of your neck. His cold tongue worked the sore spot over. He moved his mouth down slightly before he bit down again. You screamed as you came this time, your fingers digging into the flesh of his arm harshly.

“Good job pet.” He whispered into your ear as his thrusts worked you through your climax. You preened at the praise he gave you. The both of you craved the words of encouragement in the bedroom and outside of it. 

“I want to swallow you my love.” You begged him as his hips began to stutter within you. 

“You want to swallow my cum like a good little pet?” He asked you as he paused his thrusts. You nodded at him pathetically and he laughed lightly, it always surprised him how much of a mess you became for him. 

“If that’s what you want then that is what you shall get.” He pulled out of you and sat against the headboard. You eagerly got on all fours and made your way between his legs. You grasped his length in your hand and started to twist your hand around it as you pumped up and down. Licking your lips you looked at him momentarily before you dipped your head down. You sucked his tip into your mouth twirling your tongue around it, the taste of his precum and your orgasm overwhelming your tastebuds. 

He buried one of his hands into your hair as the other came to sweep his own out of his face. He let out a muffled moan as your mouth slipped down around his cock. Your hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t fit. His tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. He had already been close to orgasm when he was buried inside your pussy so it didn’t take him long to feel his climax building up rapidly once again. 

You continued to move your hand and mouth simultaneously. His hand in your hair gripped it harshly as you deep throated him and took his balls in your free hand. He jerked his hips up into your mouth letting out a low curse of your name as you gently fondled his balls. Tears were forming in your eyes as you repeatedly buried his cock into your throat. 

He held your head still as he threw his head back, lips slipping open a moan getting caught in his throat as his cum shot down your throat. You desperately swallowed down every last drop. Moaning as the taste of it coated your tongue. You licked and sucked him clean before releasing him with a loud pop. He pulled your face to his and slammed his lips against yours. A moan leaving his lips at the taste of himself on you. 

“We need to get back to the party, Love.” you told him as you pulled away from him reluctantly. He groaned before he buried his head in your neck leaving a chaste kiss where your neck and shoulder met. 

“Can’t we just stay in here for a little while longer?” He asked you, your finger swept down his arm before gripping his hand. You brought it up to your lips giving the back of it a kiss. 

“We’ve been gone long enough my love. We can come back here after it is done. Your father and mother must be noticing our absence and I wouldn’t want to upset them.” You had always been a voice of reason for him. 

“Fine then.” he replied curtly, he snapped his fingers and you were both standing at the end of the bed dressed and hair fixed. His magic always surprised you and you gasped as you tried to steady yourself. He grabbed your arm rolling his eyes playfully, but he actually loved the way you got giddy no matter how many times you had seen him use his magic. 

With a twinkle in his eyes he snapped his fingers again and you stood outside the doors to the grand ballroom. The both of you slipped back into the room hand in hand, smiling like lovesick fools. You could feel the eyes of the Asgardians drilling into you but you did not care. As long as you could have Loki near your side you would endure the constant looks and gossip from the people surrounding you.

A/N: I love Loki so much and I want him to call me pet more than I want anything in the world.

Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff

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[belphiesreverie]

Belphie I can see that the reader's "duties" other than learning about fae culture, hobbies of the fae nobility, and also the skills needed to mingle in the high of society of Briar Valley it's definitely maintaining the relationship between Malleus and other people.

It totally makes sense because you interact with the other dorm leaders often and you're easier to approach. Malleus is intimidating, Sebek's too loud, Silver sleeps a lot, while Lilia is busy as a vice dorm leader and his music club. ALSO, THE INVITATIONS. Making sure that Malleus receives his invitation and comes on time because he has a totally different sense of time and somehow the other Diasomnia members forgot to give him his invitation (in the manga it's Sebek). It's a practice for the future, no? After all as the king's favorite handmaiden you'll be seen in public with him.

And of course, keeping Malleus company and making him happy! Handmaidens in a royal's inner circle acts as good companions. You occasionally gave him your homemade ice cream too :D

The thing is that when it comes to helping Malleus with his social relations and keeping him happy, Diasomnia doesn't necessarily have to push you into this because it's a way of showing your gratitude to Malleus because he's so nice to you (he's better at taking care of you compared to Crowley). However, it definitely confuses a lot of people. Especially a royal like Leona, and those who are used to serving others like Jamil and Ruggie. ⭐

You’re so right about maintaining Malleus’ relationships!! You’ve been made aware by many people within Diasomnia how Malleus never gets invited places and nobody ever approaches him and Lilia is even so bold as to directly hint that you could potentially be his in to many places. So whenever your friends or other dorm leaders mention gatherings or parties, you subconsciously start to ask if Malleus will be allowed to join and even start inviting people to events you’ve planned yourself in the hopes of helping Mal make some more friends. You think you’re just being a good friend and helping him branch out, but really you’re being the peacemaker and conversationalist for him and the boys are so happy about how easily you adapted to your role

I can also just imagine him getting texts and stuff and having to ask you what the most appropriate response is. You end up ghostwriting most of his texts and your cover was almost blown once when you referred to Azul as bestie when posing as Mal 😭😭

Oh and Leona definitely thinks something is up ngl. He can just tell that the Diasomnia boys are prepping you for the role, but he just can’t be bothered to get involved and question it, it’s really none of his business anyways and too much effort. Jamil is in a similar boat but he’s just got his hands too full with his duties to Kalim to ask you about it. In the end he kind of just assumes that you’ve voluntarily taken on the role and starts to casually exchange tips with you and the whole strangeness of the situations goes over both of your heads

And what you said about Vil and Riddle is so true! I can see Vil starting to compliment you a lot more but also slipping in some advice from time to time in his usual Vil manner. And Riddle is absolutely going to start using you as an example for Ace and Deuce 😭😭 they’re gonna be getting chewed out by him and he’ll throw in the fact that they hang out with you all the time but can’t even follow your lead or pick up any of your good habits

#⭐️ anon #belph’s platonic yans #twst #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere lilia x reader #yandere malleus x reader #yandere sebek x reader #yandere silver x reader #tw yandere

[nerdestiwrites]

predator and prey chapter eight (hazbin hotel reader insert)

You were glad that the next meeting you had would be much easier, much more transactional. An exchange of goods, perhaps some small talk thrown in, but it really shouldn’t take longer than just a few minutes at most. You needed the short interaction just to decompress from the stress that had built up in your shoulders and neck from having to deal with the grumpy old cannibal woman. It honestly was a surprise that the woman hadn’t been killed yet by her pissing off the wrong person at the wrong time.

Carmillas domain was halfway across the city, so you scheduled a car to come pick you up. You had no energy to make the walk across the city while having to deal with potentially stupid demons wanting to try their luck with you just because you were unsuspecting and unknown. So as soon as the car pulled up, you opened the door to the back seat and slipped inside, letting your entire body practically melt into the seat. The door closed and the car went down the road, taking a U-turn and heading back towards Carmillas. 

Your phone had been going off, text after text, for the past ten minutes and you tried your best to just ignore it. It was when the text alerts just wouldn’t stop that you finally grabbed the device from your pocket and unlocked it with a frustrated groan. The cause of the insistent noise had been from two different people, though one was the main culprit. Charlie had been texting you, asking where you had gone, if you were coming back, what you might want for dinner, and if you’d be back for dinner.

A long sigh escaped you as you started to regret giving the princess your number. You couldn’t remember the last time you had someone text you that much, even when you were still alive. Even when you or your friends had gotten drunk, it wasn’t by text that you’d spam one another, it was always with stupid Tiktok videos or memes. So many questions had been so draining. You responded and hoped that would stop the incoming texts.

You: hey sorry for disappearing! just had a few things to do today. i’ll be back later tonight, and i’ll eat whatever is provided or i can make my own dinner.

Charlie: Hi! Okay! Im so happy to hear you’re coming back!!! 

Charlie: Everyone decided on pizza tonight so I’m ordering three large pizzas!

Charlie: You missed our activities today.

Charlie: That’s okay though!!! I’ll go over everything with you when you get back!!!

Charlie: Its super simple today! Just learning how to be emotionally available and vulnerable to be able to create stronger bonds with friends!

Charlie: Wanted to tell you so you weren’t worried about what it could be!

Responding to the texts had just invited more from the woman and you pulled at your face as you let the phone slip from your fingers to fall to the seat. The text notifications came to a halt just a few moments later but you didn’t pick your phone back up. Instead, you used the rest of the car ride to stare out the window as you passed by different buildings in different stages of disarray. Even most of the ‘nice’ buildings in most of the city had something wrong with them. 

As the car pulled to a stop, you grabbed the phone and exited with a polite thank you to the driver. Even if the demon didn’t have a choice in being your chauffeur you still had your manners. You stood outside of Carmillas warehouse, seeing her two daughters already standing outside waiting for your arrival. 

You hadn’t had much interaction with the two women, they were nearly just as busy as their mother was making it difficult to get a meeting with any of the three women. This had been a rare occasion that you had gotten a meeting on such a short notice. The two younger Carmines were the ones to make deliveries, especially when someone ordered in bulk. Carmilla only met with those ‘worthy’ of meeting, other Overlords, or potential upcoming overlords. You were surprised to see the two for just a simple sheet of metal.

As you approached, Odette met you, holding the small box that had the metal you had purchased. “I’m surprised my mom let you purchase just a sheet of metal. With everything going on, we’re pretty busy with orders on angelic weapons and angelic steel-tipped ammunition.”

You gave a small shrug as an answer. They didn’t need to know that you weren’t the one to actually place the order. Other people with more power behind their names that were under your favors had placed the order to ensure you’d get as much as you needed. “Just have one of those faces. People just love doing what I want.”

Clara looked over the clipboard she held and gave Odette a nod, showing that the payment had already been made. Odette handed over the sleek box to you and you gingerly took it into your hands. You opened the box and looked it over curiously. It was a small square, one foot by one foot, and it glinted under the light. Your fingers traced over the smooth surface briefly before you closed the box and held it under your arm, placing your hand out for Odette to shake. “It is a pleasure doing business with you and your mom. Tell her I said thanks.” 

Clara nodded and Odette shook your hand before the two of them quickly went back into the warehouse. Not much for conversation pass business, not that you minded. You returned to the car, placed the box down on the seat beside you, and gave the driver the next location. 

It was located outside of the city in a district people rarely wanted to travel to due to the distance and the dangers. The surrounding lands were littered with landmines, old bombs that could explode at any moment if the breeze went the wrong direction or someone sneezed too hard, traps that would send those into spike pits or trapped until the person who set them up came to collect them.

The demon who you were going to see wasn’t one to be trifled with, so most just left them alone. A mad scientist who had died during one of their experiments got sent to Hell and immediately began their research and experiments again without a second thought. This had been their second chance after all, to get it right this time. Except now there wasn’t anyone actively trying to stop them. This was Hell, where people didn’t care if sinners went missing or ended up mutilated beyond recognition.

The car stopped at the gate, not daring to drive further down the driveway that led up to the broken-down, seemingly abandoned building. Deceivingly so. You walked up the driveway, stepping over broken shrapnel, over a tripwire, and jumped across a small pothole. It had been a while since you’ve been this way, there were more holes in the ground than you remembered.

As you approached, the door opened, and out stepped a demon. They had goggles on their head, a blue and gold coat with an intricate design mixed with electronics, and two horns upon their head, one shorter than the other. “You have it!” They clapped their hands together and motioned you forward. You walked toward them and held the box out, letting the demon grab it rather harshly from your hands and open it. The steel was taken out and the box was discarded like it hadn’t even been there in the first place. They whistled once as they held it upwards, “Didn’t think you’d be able to get this much! Costs me an arm and a leg for half of this.”

“Well, it wasn’t cheap. How long until you have your results?” You questioned as you placed your hands into your pockets. The demon turned and began to walk back into the building and as you went to follow, they stopped you. 

They turned and gave a pointed look. “Ah, no, You’ve got some Voxtech on you. Either leave it outside or you’re not coming in.” 

You frowned before grumbling. “It’s got a VPN-”

“Nope! Nope nope nope. I’m not having that egomaniac asshole inside my lab. Maybe the next time you visit you can come in, when you’re not carrying Voxtech. I’ll text you the results later. Toodles!” The door slammed shut behind the demon. 

You were left standing outside the abandoned-looking building, the piece of angelic steel gone as it had been taken from the demon, and no idea when you’d get any sort of results back. The only solace that you had was that the other had to give you results if they wanted out of the deal they had made years prior. You never needed their service until then. When you had first texted them they had been surprised to hear from you. That surprise turned to annoyance and frustration when you reminded them of the deal, the favor they owed. When you told them the favor, they were more agreeable. 

That was the thing, you got favors from people for specific reasons. Some were just because they needed something and eventually you’d need something back, but others, others were planned. This particular demon had been planned. You knew that one day you’d need their specific expertise for something, so you waited until they needed something. An act of desperation. You had delivered and now you were turning in that favor. 

You returned to the car and told the driver to drop you off at the hotel. The itinerary you had for the day had been completed early as you had expected both the interaction with the Carmine daughters and with this demon to take longer. You’d be back long before dinner, enough time to potentially participate in the bonding exercises that the princess had planned. That alone made you debate if you wanted to return then or later. If you returned in time, that would give you points with the princess. You’d say you tried your hardest to return and she would definitely appreciate that. Or you could take your time returning to the hotel, maybe stop and see Velvette and talk with her about the Overlord meeting, and get more information about that.

You decided to go back to the hotel, not changing the address that you had told your driver in the beginning. If you decided later that whatever activity the princess had decided to come up with was too much, you could always make up a small lie about having plans or being tired or something to get out of doing whatever she had planned.

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A/N: did i delete this chapter six times? yes. did I finish writing this chapter while tipsy? also yes. so sorry if it doesn't make any sense!

tags: @luleck @rl800 @literalzxmbie @rapunzelbro

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[exo-raskreia]

hi as a jjk fan, do you have any issues with the writing from gege? if so, what do you think are wasted potential in terms of characters, bonds. i think that there is lack of emotional impact or expansion fo characters sometimes. for instance animes like mha have alot of meaningful character arcs and backstories. It's a bit hard to express how I feel becuase jjk is an amazing story but i am just a bit disappointed of the wasted potential with female characters and like shoko and utahime. and the world building. yes i am fellow gojohime shipper ;).

(Oncoming long RANT 😅)

If you ride on Gege's coattails, this may not be for you.

I actually do have issues with Gege's writing, so I agree with you. JJK has an interesting premise with hidden lore & I would recommend it to anyone wanting to get into, or already into, anime/manga, but it could be so much better if Gege just cared enough (which I sometimes feel like he doesn't? It just feels like he wants to hurry up & finish it so he can start on his idol manga... 💀). He skips so much, it honestly feels like he's going off a checklist, especially in the latest arc.

Compared to other battle shounens, namely Naruto, Fairy Tail, MHA, & even Gintama, JJK is severely lacking in several areas. It's unfortunate because the premise & characters are full of potential.

I will go over some of the issues. A lot of these were obvious from the start but they've only gotten worse over time.

• The fast pacing (speed running at this point). It's battle after battle, no downtime, big arc right after big arc, etc. Us readers & the characters themselves barely have time to process things before he moves on to the next thing. He skips so many things, so much happens off-screen/off-panel (can't forget how he skipped Yaga's fight with Gakuganji that lead to his death, skipped Gojo's entire month after his unsealing then "kills" him off-panel a few chapters later, I could go on...)

• The lack of character emotions, development, backstories, etc. We barely know anything about the characters, like their hobbies & interests? (This is why I have a hard time making up headcanons & potentially writing a fic for our ship... How can I keep them in character when I barely know stuff about them? 😮‍💨). We barely see any of them training (training arcs/chapters are typical for battle shounens); the Tokyo students preparing for the Goodwill Event would have been a fitting time to showcase this, for example. There's little to no mourning shown for character deaths (like Yaga? Nanami? Mai? Mechamaru?).

Yuta has such a cool CT & we didn't get to see how he discovered it & all. Like, come on 😔. Also, it would've been nice to see the Goodwill Event from his first year when he beat the Kyoto students, especially Todo... (Gege simply tells us about it. Like he tends to do for a lot of things 🙄).

Gege could've done more build-up to Gojo's sealing in Shibuya by showing his upbringing & development from his arrogant teen self (tho already having shown hints of caring for others & not liking the higher-ups) to the sensei who loves his students & strives for a better Jujutsu society. His past arc should've been longer imo. Needed more slice of life & character interactions, bonding. Heck, Toji should've gotten his whole backstory there too before he died. More build-up to Gojo's "death" too, as Gege skipped that whole month after his unsealing 😒...

• While on the subject, the lack of character interactions, bonding. We haven't seen most characters interact with each other despite being in the same circles, vicinity. Tokyo & Kyoto students, GjHm with them, Gojo & his colleagues (esp more Uta), the Zenin clan (like, wish we could've seen how GjHm interacted with Naoya. Imagine the drama 😫), Gojo & his elusive clan, I could go on... Would've loved to see Gojo interact with Kashimo, Higuruma, Choso... 😮‍💨

As such, several have died & we never saw them interact with certain others nor even know much about them 😑... The emotional impact of character deaths & bonding would be higher if only Gege cared enough to flesh out his characters more... (At least the Phantom Parade mobile game is giving us some much-needed slice of life content. Wish Mappa would give us some OVA's like that too...)

• Lack of world building. Once again, so much we don't know, such as the clans, especially Gojo's. Apparently, they're still alive, yet we haven't seen them?

Are they not fighters, then? Nothing from them on their clan head's sealing/unsealing/"death". The Zenin Clan debuted & got killed off soon after. Other clans irrelevant. Jujutsu sorcery primarily exists in Japan so other than Miguel, goodbye to the potential of any foreign sorcerers making their appearance...

• Female cast. It's crazy how they were once praised for their potential but now... Now, all they've got is just your typical battle shounen treatment 😒. While Gege has shown he cares little for all his characters (lol), it does seem like the female characters have suffered a bit more from his writing. They've either died (like Mai off-screen? Yuki, the only female Special Grade, had one fight & died?), become powerless (Miwa, thru an off-screen Binding Vow revealed many chapters later? Seriously?), lack screentime (the Kyoto girls? Shoko, the only one who can use RCT on others & closest friend to Gojo?!), or simply haven't done a whole lot, especially compared to the male characters. For some or most, it's a mixture of all these 💀 (like Tsumiki).

Nobara is the main girl & yet her role ended about halfway thru the series. Can't believe Gege did that to her, despite her potential & competence to be the FL of a battle shounen (poor Yuuji still thinks of her. And we don't even know what Gojo thought about her demise? 😮‍💨). Maki seems to have it better, yet some could argue she's just Toji 2.0/female Toji. Unfortunately, I thought about Toji when she was fighting Sukuna; I was like, "If Sukuna's this impressed by her, imagine Toji with his higher experience?" I doubt that's what Gege would want us to think when Maki's shining (or does he? 🤨😒).

• Don't even get me started on Utahime. She's the main teacher of Kyoto, loved by all her students according to Gege, yet we don't get to see it? She's barely relevant? Imagine what she felt as her students kept on dying or becoming unable to fight. Thru her character, such as during her investigation of Kyoto for the traitor, we could've gotten some great insight into how things are over there? We don't even know what the school looks like 💀.

Her scar has several implications & yet we don't know how she got it? How has she dealt with being a scarred woman in Jujutsu society, especially considering Momo's words about such a thing during the Goodwill Event? Utahime could be a great role model to the girls, especially Maki now, & yet... 😮‍💨 (I'm telling you, she should've been the main adult female of the series, just like Gojo's the main adult male)

She's one of Gojo's friends, has known him for 10+ years, & is one of his few most trusted allies, yet we haven't seen how they got to this point? Their comedic interactions make us wonder how they built that deep trust. I NEED to know what happened between them during the timeskip!!! 😫

Her CT buffs herself & others. Why has she not been a part of any on-screen fight prior to the Shinjuku Showdown? There were a couple instances where we almost saw her in action & yet... Why did Gege gatekeep her CT for so long? To showcase her CT for the first time for Gojo & Gojo ONLY. He's insane. They can't beat the package deal allegations. So, does this have any meaning? Can we hope for more-

• I sometimes wonder if JJK would be better as a seinen like I once heard he intended for it to be... There are definitely elements of that... How much darker could the story get, since sometimes Gege pushes the boundaries of Shounen Jump (I know he wants to, lol)... How much more fleshed out could it be if he was writing it the way he wanted to originally (supposedly he never intended for a school setting but was forced by his previous editor?)... Maybe we could even get a Tokyo Ghoul:re style chapter with GjHm during the timeskip if y'all know what I mean-

So, to sum up: JJK is interesting & I would recommend it, but there's a whole lot of wasted character potential, terrible pacing, & lack of interactions, development, & world building. There's so much we don't know & Gege wants to end it already? He's sitting on a gold mine & yet... 😑😒

No idea how things will end but I can at least hope for an open ending that leaves us with some hopeful possibilities... Uh, right?

Also... GOJO WILL RISE ✊️

#what do i tag this? #ask #jjk #gojohime #iori utahime #reiapost

[birdofprey1234]

Hello all. In case you've been unaware, recently tumblr has begun rolling out a partnership with Midjourney to scrape the entire website and its users' posts for their AI training. This includes peoples art, and probably also writing and photography. Anything you've posted the company may use for training, and you are opted IN by default.

Obviously this blog has been inactive for quite a while now, and no new art has been or will be posted here, but this puts me in a difficult position. I'm not sure exactly what I'm gonna do with this blog from here on. Some people have recommended editing posts to put a glaze filter over old art so that it's unusable, but I have many hundreds of posts, not all of which are tagged, and I'm unsure whether the AI training has already gotten a hold of them or not, making the potential filter useless. Not to mention the reblogs that already exist of the old un-glazed artwork.

I considered deleting everything, maybe even the blog itself, but that idea...sucks. I like the idea and the feeling that though I'm not active, my art is still out in the fandom tags somewhere, and that I have had an effect on the fandoms I was in and shared my art with. And again, the reblogs still exist, so I'm not sure what that would mean in terms of AI scraping. My worry is that deleting my blog would only relinquish any control I do have of what is done with my art.

As it is I'm kind of at a standstill. I was recently thinking over sharing my art again on other blogs, since I do miss being a part of that creative space. But now this change has kind of crushed that idea entirely. All this, plus the extreme transmisogyny apocalypse happening on here in the last month, and the seeming silencing of important movement tags like palestine, it really makes me want to ditch tumblr altogether. I've seen many people considering switching platforms. There's been a lot of markiplier mutuals specifically who have encouraged me to join cohost, I also have seen pillowfort as an option for others. But those platforms are new, kind of janky and will be hard to get used to for me. Plus, idk if I'm using them wrong but there's like...11 posts in each tag that I've seen so far, which kind of kills the feeling of being a part of a big open fan community I really love. Cohost seems like a nice platform, but if only 30-35 people move over, then it's really going to be a moot point. I wanna be where everyone else in the fandom is. I worry that this mass migration will only splinter communities, as we're all going to different places. I don't want to make 500 accounts on different platforms just to stay active and feel aware in the community.

My entire online social life up to this point has basically been on tumblr, I have a lot of blogs with a LOT of memories attached to them, and it would hurt to just drop them and move away.

Overall I'm at a loss. I enjoy sharing my work, my ideas and thoughts, I like being a part of these creative communities. But it seems like everyday the online space becomes more and more hostile toward creatives and fans, and much more advertiser friendly. One thing i never ever wanted to happen was for my art to be used for AI, and I naively thought that tumblr would be safe in that way. Guess not. I sometimes wonder if eventually all large social media will crash down and The People will dedicate to going back to personal websites and forums. I would enjoy a space where I could share my art on my own terms, and not have other peoples interaction with it overshadow everything else.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet. For now I will be staying on tumblr until I figure it out, but definitely no more posting creatively. I want to try to keep my work up if I can. I would recommend on all your blogs going to settings and toggling ON "prevent third-party sharing for this blog", as that will let tumblr know you wish your work, including reblogs of it to be excluded from the scraping. I'm unsure how actually useful this will be, or how much the company will respect these wishes but. It's there. I would also love for you to come talk with me @boobookiss and, hey, maybe make a cohost account. I'm on there as boobookiss as well. I hope to keep touch with you all and see this little community stay together.

#markiplier #markiplier egos #myposts #ok to rb

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

angel dust :3

Send me a character and I’ll list:

Favourite thing about them: "Thing", singular? I can't put just one thing! There are too many things! The humour in his dialogue. The songs he sings. The fact that he's both an ex-mafia member and a femme gay man. The fact that he's got a twin sister in Heaven. The changes we see in his character over the course of Season 1. The bond he forms with Husk. The dynamic he has with Charlie (and the others in the hotel). The angst of his relationship with Valentino. The voice. The hair. The eyes. The arms. The chest fluff. The outfits. The dance moves. I just love him so much.

Least favourite thing about them: Well, the way he acted towards Husk initially was, let's face it, sexual harassment. Just because it was a response to trauma doesn't make it okay. I appreciate that Angel doesn't bother Husk like that after "Masquerade" - he still makes sex jokes, but now they're less about targeting people and making them feel uncomfortable - but I still think it would have been good for Angel to explicitly acknowledge that his behaviour wasn't acceptable and apologise to Husk.

Favourite line: (porn voice) "I've been a bad boy, and I need a big strong daddy to put me in my place..." (regular voice) "...on the path to redemption!"

brOTP: I like the friendship he develops with Charlie. The prequel comic "Dirty Healings" shows that she sees potential in him that he doesn't see at first. He initially only joins the hotel for the free rent and to get away from Valentino, but then he comes to genuinely care about Charlie, as she does for him. That's nice to see.

Also, Angel and Emily haven't interacted yet, but I think they would have a cute friendship if they did!

OTP: Huskerdust! I've seen so much cute fanart and read so many hurt/comfort fics of the two together that I can't help but love this ship. I enjoy thinking about them being together and how they could change each other for the better. Having Husk around to take care of Angel would definitely be good for him.

But Angel's trauma isn't going to go away overnight, so that'll be a lot to deal with. And Husk is also pretty judgemental, so if Angel ever has a relapse and Husk treats him too harshly for it, that could put a rift between them. Angst potential!

Everyone talks about how Husk is changing Angel, helping him to be more honest, but I do think Angel is changing Husk too. Husk certainly seems to drink less after "Masquerade". And if Husk was somehow able to help Angel out of his contract, that would be redemption for his own participation in the cruel Overlord system.

Angel and Husk are not perfect people, but they could be perfect for each other.

nOTP: Any ship that involves pairing Angel with a woman. He's gay. He wouldn't be interested.

As for Valangel ... look, I am interested in exploring the backstory - I want to find out how Angel met Valentino and what led to him signing his soul away. But I definitely do not want Angel to stay with that moth. That pairing is way too toxic.

Random headcanon: Both Anthony and Molly had albinism when they were alive, and that's why they're so pale in the afterlife. Anthony also had a visual impairment, so his demon form overcompensated by giving him extra eyes.

Unpopular opinion: Some fans love seeing Angel with all six arms out and six guns blazing, but I'm not so keen on it. That's a personal thing, really - I just don't like guns and don't think they have any reason to exist. All they do is kill people, and killing people is wrong. If Angel's got all six arms out, he should be using them to give Husk a back massage instead.

Song I associate with them: Besides "Poison"? Then "All You Wanna Do" from SIX: The Musical. They're both super-catchy pop songs about the dark topic of sexual abuse sung by characters associated with the colour pink. I watched the Hazbin Hotel pilot for the first time on the same weekend I went to see SIX: The Musical, so that's a neat coincidence!

Favourite picture of them:

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