#he has VERY slow self value that is the only way he KNOWS he can be valued of course he craves it

[autisticlancemcclain]

Would you like to know the most random idea for Langst ever?

Too bad I'm going to tell you anyway

To make trade between planets of the coalition easier and fund the rebel forces a common currency for all coalition members is established. The paladins stand model for the design of the pictures on the bills. Lance feels really queasy when it turns out, Shiro is on the 100 bill, Keith on the 50, Pidge the 20, Hunk the 10 and he's on the fiver, literally telling the universe he has the least worth and Keith is 10 times better 😔

anon i want you to know that i love you and this concept with my whole heart. but. there is absolutely no universe in which loverboy lance, the darling star of the coalition show, is ranked lower than any of the other paladins in terms of popularity 💀

#OH unless they put him on a $1 so his face could be shoved in the thongs of drag queens #i feel like he would request that actually #but like cmon y’all he’s like the bts of voltron 😭😭 he is ADORED #why do u think he wants all the parades and stuff guys #he has VERY slow self value that is the only way he KNOWS he can be valued of course he craves it #he doesn’t feel smart doesn’t feel pwerful doesn’t feel useful but he knows damn well he is beautiful #anyways #ask

[thegnomelord]

Good Dog

CW: NSFW, DARK-FIC, murder, gore, power imbalance, size difference(reader's bigger), description of torture and brainwashing, oral, anal, blood as lube, plot and exposition with porn, pet play(collars and leashes), toxic relationship, dub-con, very very self indulgent.

Моя гончая- my hound, Хороший солдат - good soldier, Расслабьтесь, братья мои - relax, my brothers, приносить - fetch, есть - eat

The thick door and walls of the private room do nothing to damped the bass of the club pounding in his ears, the annoying music made bearable by the high of a recent victory. Puffs of cigarette smoke lazily curl in the air as Makarov leans further back into the couch, the buzzing sting of a fresh tattoo helping him relax. The scent of expensive liquor only adds to the heady atmosphere, crystal clear vodka swirling in his glass before Makarov takes a sip. His dark eyes peer over the rim of his glass, like doorways to a dark abyss, his gaze dancing across the faces of his most trusted men before settling on the lieutenant's as the man tries to prove his worth with pointless words.

Above all else, Makarov values loyalty.

It doesn't matter how strong a man is if he can't follow orders. The number of soldiers he can lead is pointless when he can't keep his men alive. How well he can shoot is meaningless when he can't devote himself to a cause. A man who is disloyal is a man of single use.

Makarov doesn't even try to listen to whatever drivel the lieutenant's spouting, he doesn't see a reason to sour his mood when he already knows everything: the embezzling, the lying, the adorable double agent act. He has you to thank for that, you'd sniffed the lieutenant out the second you met him, diligently uncovering every speck of dirt the lieutenant had attempted to hide from Makarov.

And you? You are very loyal. His loyal hound.

His fingers curl around the leash, the smooth black leather sliding against his calloused palms. A barely there tug is all it takes for you to lean down over the back of the couch, bracing one large hand near his head for support as the other remains over the grip of your sidearm. You loom over him, and while Makarov may be a fearsome man, he can't deny the type of foreboding fear a goliath like you inspires — a towering figure always a step behind him, broad body big enough to easily cover him fully if you need to take a bullet for him, arms strong and palms wide to easily crack a man's skull.

Settling the glass down he takes another drag of his cigarette, "Hound," Another tug — sharper, harsher; such a small correction yet the fact you needed it at all has acrid disappointment burning on your tongue — makes you bend down more, your face now next to his. He doesn't draw attention to the reprimand, breathing out a puff of smoke near your face. "Were you listening, моя гончая?"

It's a pointless question, he knows you were listening, he trained you to. But he asks because he loves to see the way your eyes darken, jaw tight. The cigarette smoke dances in the air, making the club's low lights reflect off the sharp spikes adorning the thick collar snuggly wrapped around your throat. Your day collar suits you well, no different than the spiked collars put on hunting hounds.

"Yes sir." You answer, your attention now solely on the lieutenant.

Makarov hums, eyes flickering from the lieutenant to you. "And?" He chuckles and lets the leash go, his word keeping you in place as he casually pats your neck. "What did you hear?"

"Lies. . ." The slow slide of his fingers across the uncovered parts of your throat makes your breath stutter, static crackling beneath your skin. "I heard lies, sir." Your answer causes the lieutenant to try and sputter excuses and denials, all cut short by the harsh look you give him.

Makarov chuckles, hooking a finger over the silver loop at the front of your collar, pulling on it and tilting his head so his lips can ghost across your jaw. "Хороший солдат." Makarov murmurs. His stubble scratches your skin as his lips brush a path to your ear, so very close to a lover's kiss.

But a brush of skin is all it is. Nothing more. Your body earns for more, to turn your head and experience the bruising possessiveness of his kiss once again, to feel his teeth bite down on your lip until blood floods both of your mouths. But you don't move; A spoiled dog isn't loyal and Makarov won't lavish you with attention for nothing. no — you must earn it.

"Stay." The soft 'click' of the leash unclipping sounds the same as a sentencing gavel, the strip of leather falling away until only his word keeps you from tearing the lieutenant's throat out with your teeth. Makarov smirks against your skin, his words honey sweet to your ears as he whispers: "Sick him."

That seals the ex-lieutenant's fate.

You're on the lieutenant in an instant, crashing into him like a truck. Makarov leans back and lights up another cigarette as you stomp down on the man's leg, all the weight you carry around bearing down on his bones until they break, erasing any foolish thoughts of escape when you snap the bones of his other ankle; Makarov has truly taught you well.

The screams of a traitor are much better than the atrocious club music, letting him enjoy the smooth burn of the vodka as another stomp breaks a couple of ribs. Some of his men are still nervous around you, trying not to shuffle in their seats lest they grab your attention and become the new outlet of your violence.

"Расслабьтесь, братья мои." Makarov gives a charming smile, resting his ankle on his knee as he takes another drag. "Hound is well trained, you have nothing to fear." He chuckles, lazily watching you as he holds conversation with his lieutenants. Honestly, you're like a dog with a new toy, tossing the man around and pinning him down under your heavy body, each swing of your fists steadily turning the ex-lieutenant's face into pulp.

It's as entertaining for him as it is therapeutic for you.

And to think Price had tried to suppress all that beautiful savageness you possessed.

Makarov remembers how you'd been nothing but a snarling and cursing ball of anger when his men had captured you after a botched mission. He had been both annoyed and amused by how loyal you were to Price, weathering every beating and starving and humiliation with the same 'fuck you' response, baring your teeth like the cornered dog you were. With days turning to months and your resolve refusing to waver under their 'care' Makarov had considered just putting you down, sending a nice video of blowing your skull open to Price but oh — is he glad he decided to indulge in the game your stubbornness presented.

He set out to train you like he would any mongrel mutt, clear expectations making it easy to tell whether your actions would get you a reward or an even worse punishment, giving small rewards for the behavior he wanted; not snarling at him might earn you a better meal. Biting your lip and taking your beating without back talk could get you a couple of minutes outside the claustrophobic walls of your cell. Letting him touch and inspect your body without complaint might reward you with a book or some other little creature comfort he could, and did, easily take away the moment you stepped out of line.

Of course you were weary, perceptive enough to know when he was scheming. But every man has his limits, yours were simply reached when he handed you official C.I.A documents proclaiming you as K.I.A, the mission itself creatively rewritten to sound like you had gone and deserted to the enemy — no one was looking for you, no one was coming to save you, your captain, Price, wasn't coming to save you.

He had taken great enjoyment in running his fingers across your scalp as you clutched the documents in a white knuckled grip, your mind far too worn down to question or guard against the soft touches. His lips had brushed against your ear, soothingly raspy voice comforting you — you're a good soldier, strong, reliable, everything a commander could dream of. It wasn't your fault you trusted the wrong man, truly, what a shame to have your loyalty repaid with betrayed like that.

After that, it became laughably easy to train you. He stuck with simple commands, spoken only in Russian so he could amuse himself with the way your head would tilt before you'd perk up, recognition making your dull eyes brighten before you did what he wanted in exchange for a small scrap of his affection, learning to seek his praise and appreciate his touch even when your body still prickled with disgust. So when he handed you the knife, standing so close you could have easily slit his throat, and ordered you to kill another member of your previous taskforce, you hadn't hesitated for a second. "Good boy." He had purred, caressing your jaw as he used his thumb to wipe away the blood staining your cheek.

"Hound." His voice is as effective as any physical tug on your leash, making you stop mid punch with your fist inches away from the ex-lieutenant's caved in face. You're covered in blood, the rich crimson bringing out the violence swirling in your eyes.

Yet you look at him with utter adoration he wants to shove his cock deep down your throat just so he can see your tears smudge the blood on your cheeks. "Приносить." He taps his thigh.

You nod your head, grabbing the knife strapped to your thigh. There's no hesitation in your movements as you shove the knife into the ex-lieutenant's throat. An arc of blood spurts across your front when you yank it out just to stab another spot, the man coughing and choking as you cut through cartilage and muscle until with a good yank and a sickening 'crack!' you separate the head from the body.

Makarov had never seen the appeal of large hulking brutes until you — your body had filled back out with muscle and fat nicely after you became his, towering body demanding attention simply by existing as you stand up. The loud stomp of your feet and the blood staining your body making you look like a barbarian, casting a shadow over him before you kneel at his feet, offering the decapitated head as a knight does to his king.

Oh yes, he definitely sees the appeal now.

"Good dog." He purrs, reaching out to stroke your jaw, smearing some of the blood with his thumb. Fingers sliding down to hook on the silver ring on your collar he pulls your head closer. "Do you think you earned a reward?"

It's a test. One you're intimately familiar with. The judgmental stares of Makarov's trusted men are the last thing in your mind when the closeness of his body and the sharp crisp scent of his cologne threatens to shatter your resolve. "Only if you permit it, sir." Your throat feels dry, trying not to show how eager you are for his attention as you place the head on the floor so you don't get a drop of blood on him.

Makarov smirks, "Smart dog," His hands move to the back of your neck, unbuckling the collar. You're no longer ashamed to admit you feel naked as the thick piece of leather is pulled away; the time when you didn't have a collar wrapped around your neck feel like a distant memory and now the sensation of breathing without it pressing against your skin is disturbing. You have to bite your lip to keep the low whine from escaping your chest.

His hand wraps securely around your throat, bringing your breath back to you. Your Adam's apple bobs beneath his fingers as he traces the 'V.M' shallowly carved across your throat. "It's already starting to fade." He tuts, squeezing his fingers to restrict your breathing just the slightest bit more. "We'll need to have it tattooed. That would be nice, yes?"

You suck in a sharp breath, "Yes sir."

"Хороший солдат." He purrs. He pulls out another collar from his pocket and you feel yourself chub up in your pants just at the sight of it. It's the chained pronged one he uses exclusively when he wants you to pleasure him, particularly because it leaves such pretty bruises along your skin when he tugs on the leash.

You eagerly tilt your head back to bare your throat, a shudder rushing down your spine as soon as you feel the cold metal against your skin. You stay perfectly still as he secures around your neck, the sharp pull of the leash making the prongs dig into your skin, prickles of pain making you even harder. "Go on," Makarov hums, spreading his legs wider so your attention falls to the hard bulge in his slacks, his belt undone but the rest left to you. "есть."

You don't think you could enjoy servicing him as much as you did if he didn't let you work for it, the reward made sweeter because you earned it. Truly, he's so good to you, you'd thank him profusely but he hasn't given you permission to speak freely. So you lean in, careful not to get blood on his pants as you take the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down. You've done this enough not to have any problems undoing the button, your hands obediently planted on your thighs and your gaze firmly on him so you can see the pleased smirk that spreads across his features when you bite the band of his boxers and pull them down until his cock springs out, already hard.

A pleased sigh escapes him when your warm lips wrap around the head of his cock, the leash wrapped firmly around his hand and the slightest tug on it has pain prickling down your spine. "Моя гончая, don't waste my time." You can't help but whine lowly at the admonishment, quickly trying to make up to him by sucking on the tip and licking the slit in just the way he likes it.

His leg shifts, hard boot coming up to grind the sole against your clothed cock. "That's better." The praise makes you moan deep from your chest and try to take more of his cock into your mouth, your boxers wet and sticky against your own cock as you give an experimental hump of your hips against his boot. You scrape your teeth along the vein on the underside of his cock and it earns you a rough grind of his boot. His hand tangles in your bloodied hair and pulls you down until his cock bumps the back of your throat.

You nearly choke from the sudden pressure, trying to fight off the reflex to pull back and gag. "Look at me." His order rings clear in your head, your eyes meeting his as he grinds your nose into his pubic hair, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your lungs start to burn. You fight through it, the fluttering of your throat making him five a small, rough, moan and fuck — you're hard as a rock.

Just as you feel like you'll pass out on his cock he lets you off, yanking your head back. You're only given a few seconds to take a sharp breath of fresh air before he pushes your head back down. You're prepared this time, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat, swallowing around his hard cock. The way you suck Makarov off is wet and sloppy, stealing ragged breaths when you can as you trace the veins of his cock with your tongue and gently nibble on the base when his cock's fully sheathed in your throat, knowing exactly how to please him. Your efforts are rewarded with the salty taste of precum on your tongue, hearing him occasionally mutter his praises in Russian, none of his words snagging on your mind like sharp orders so you let yourself drift in the pleasure of servicing him, subconsciously grinding your cock into his foot.

But you're not mentally gone enough not to notice the squeaking of chairs, your body tensing as you pull up enough so only his head remains in your mouth, your head turned just enough to throw a sharp glare at the other men in the room. Makarov having his guard down like this makes you tense, violence buzzing beneath your skin from the ingrained need to protect him.

"Hound." Makarov's growl is followed by another sharp tug of the leash, the dull ache of the metal prongs digging into your skin dissipating some of your aggression. "Did I tell you to stop?"

You shake your head as best you can, a pathetic whine escaping your chest from the way the pain makes your cock even harder. Satisfied, he eases the leash, letting you return to your work. His head lolls back, lazily looking at his men. He couldn't care less who sees you like this, but now he wants your full attention on him. "Leave." He gives the simple command.

You track the sound of shuffling feet as you take him fully into your mouth, making him hiss a curse under his breath. Nuzzling your nose into his curly pubic hair you breathe in his musk, his heel grinding firmly and consistently against your hard cock, pleasure pulsing through your veins with such intensity you're worried you'll cum without permission, low whines escaping your throat.

He pulls you off him suddenly, your lungs burning as you gasp for air. You expect him to paint your face with his cum, stake an obvious ownership over you. But he doesn't, pulling you by the leash and leaning down to mash your lips together, teeth biting down on your lip until it bleeds.

Makarov's kisses are rough and demanding, the sweet drug your body's been craving, teeth clicking together and tongues swirling in each other's mouths. The firm grind of his boot against your crotch makes you moan lowly, a sound he happily swallows down and nearly shoves his tongue down your throat. You part far too soon, your body craving much much more, but he doesn't let you stew in the disappointment of a short kiss — it's an owner's responsibility to spoil his pet — mumbling against your lips. "Prepare me."

A full shudder runs down your spine and you surge to follow his order. Makarov loves the determined look you get in your eye just as much as he loves the rough way you grip his hips and hike them up so you can pull his pants and boxers down his legs. Your bloodied fingers grip his hips and pull them down until his ass hangs off the edge of the couch, throwing his legs over your shoulders and he can feel the muscles deep in his back strain as you nearly bend him in half, his hard cock and hole bared for you.

It's a vulnerable position, trapped between your bulky frame and the couch he has no way to escape. And if anyone else were to attempt this he would feed every inch of their flesh to themselves. But Makarov relishes the knowledge that he's in control, a single word from him would make you stop regardless of how hard and wanting you were, your loyalty to him as real as the dead man's blood you dip your fingers in to lube them.

Your fingers circle his hole before you press the pad of your finger against it. Without the heat of battle the cold viscousness of the blood feels disgusting, making him shiver and his rim flutter against your digit. But the discomfort is easily forgotten when you apply pressure, the steady and persistent way you push your finger in forcing his muscles to yield. "Shit-" Makarov clenches his teeth; your fingers are so large just one feels like two of his own, the gnawing pain of your finger pushing deeper just amplifying the pleasure of being stretched open and your other hand loosely stroking his wet cock.

You don't go slower than you need to, perfectly trained to know how to move your fingers to keep him teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain, each shift and slow drag of your finger pulling deep grunt and soft breaths from between his clenched teeth. "Yes, there you go." His praise makes your heart melt and cock throb in your pants, the pull of the leash bringing your lips together in another harsh kiss. You swallow his moans greedily, pushing a second finger in and curling them in search of his prostate, your thumb incessantly rubbing the space between his balls and ass to trap the spongy flesh between your fingers.

He nearly chokes you with how hard he yanks on the leash, hips pushing back into your hand and walls clenching down on your fingers. The stinging ache of being stretched open mixes with the building pleasure, leaving his skin feeling like a live wire. His teeth dig into your lip until it bleeds again, heels digging into your back. He grinds his hips down on your fingers, muttering praises against your lips as you push a third finger in and force him to take it.

He can't wait any more, gripping your hair and roughly yanking your head back. "Fuck me already." He growls, licking the blood staining your cheek.

You scramble to do as you're told, continuing to stretch him open as you undo your belt and pants with one hand, your hard cock bobbing against your abdomen. Pulling your fingers out you scoop up more blood, the cold helping reign in your lust as you lube up.

Before you can do anything he reaches out to grip the base of your cock, his hold firm and just at the cusp of pain. "You'll be good, yes?" He growls against your lips. "Fuck me good and hard?" His hand moves, stroking you slowly, evenly coating the blood along your cock. "I don't need to show you how to use this thing again, do I?" There's a dangerous edge in his voice.

Fear shoots down your spine, mouth going dry. You'd been too eager for human touch when he first let you mount him, and when you came seconds after getting inside him he'd been less than pleased by your abilities. You couldn't feel your cock for a full week after he'd tied you down and used your cock until you couldn't cum, using a cock ring to keep you hard and using you until he was satisfied.

You quickly shake your head. "No sir," You choke out and bare your throat. "I can do it, I'll be good." You promise.

His hold loosens, tugging you by the hair so he can peck your lips, his tongue licking over the small wound he'd made. "Don't fail me now."

You steel yourself like you're going to war, pressing your cockhead to his hole. Your nails dig into his hip, your grip ironclad to keep him still as you pull him down more and simultaneously push in. There's a second of resistance before your head pops in, the pleasure of entering his velvet soft insides being met with sharp pain as his teeth chomp down on your shoulder through your shirt. It all mixes in your brain into pure bliss, your hips bucking up into him automatically until you're bottomed out. You hold him close to you and leisurely grind your hips, letting him get used to the mind numbing stretch.

Fuck— Makarov may see the appeal of brutes but impaled on your cock he feels like he's being split in two, lungs burning and he can almost swear your tip's poking his diaphragm. He chases the pain more than the pleasure, heels digging into your back to give him some leverage so he can push his hips into yours. "Yes," His head lolls back when you slowly withdraw, only to suddenly snap your hips and hilt yourself inside him again. "-fuck, yes!"

The blood keeps you from tearing him apart but there's too little of it to keep him from feeling the painful stretch, the slow movement of your hips making his thighs shake. "Harder," He demands, yanking on your leash and biting your shoulder again. "Make me feel it." His voice is rough with a demand, because men like him never beg.

"Yes sir," You manage, bracing your feet and setting a rough pace, rutting into him like an animal. He muffles his sounds into your shoulder as your cock saws into him, his walls fluttering and clenching around you so tightly it feels like he'll snap your cock off. You do your best to focus on him and his pleasure, but the tight heat of his hole is rapidly melting any control you have, your cock throbbing and leaking precum inside him.

"Sir, please-" You whine, your muscles tight and your balls feeling so full you feel like you'll burst, your voice full of need. "I'm so close."

“Not yet.” He growls, pushing his hips down to meet your thrusts, your hand stroking his cock. “Make me cum first.” He growls.

You hold back a pathetic whine and redouble your efforts, your rough thrusts bruising his ass as you fuck into him, aiming to nail his prostate every time you bottom out. He wails, whole body shaking, his cock throbbing in your hand and leaking a puddle of precum on his stomach.

Makarov cums without any warning, going rigid and biting your shoulder even harder as pearly cum shoots from his tip, his walls clamping down on your cock. "C- cum!" He snarls, voice muffled, and it's all you need. Bottoming out fully you moan as you shoot his insides full of your cum, rocking your hips and grinding your cock against his prostate to prolong both of our highs.

You hold him close as you come down to reality but the way his walls clench around your cock makes you feel like heaven. His hands grip your jaw, bringing you down into a disorganized sloppy kiss. He's boneless in your arms, his walls continuing to flutter around you. "That was good." He slurs, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. "Good dog."

The tug of the leash is expected and Makarov kisses the corner of your lips, tongue swiping across your skin to lick up more of the blood staining your lips. "Clean me up." He orders, "Lick up your mess." He growls, and there's not a single part of you that would refuse him.

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[princessjojo-x]

TaurusVenus ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

💝 taurus is represented by the bull so he doesn’t like being perceived as the delicate type (even though he very much is). others often consider him as reserved, private & mysterious bc he doesn’t expend much energy towards strangers, he’s cautious of new people & he doesn’t like talking just for the sake of it. others are aware his energy & time is valuable which makes him even more enticing.

💝 out of all the venus signs, he’s the least likely to experience love at first sight bc he takes awhile to warm up to new people. he takes his sweet time when forming bonds & he prefers to build rxships steadily. he is definitely a slow burner & he wont change his pace for anybody. he’s slow-moving & hesitant in the process of love due to the intensity of his love & level of devotion he has to offer. it’s so hard for him to let go of those whom he lets in so he needs to be completely certain & guaranteed before letting his guard down.

💝 he can be a little secretive, especially regarding sensitive topics. he doesn’t want others to know much abt him but he will open up in comfortable & stable atmospheres. if he does show his his vulnerable side to you & you turn out to betray him, it will hold a lot of weight & he will struggle to recover.

💝 amongst all the venus signs he has the easiest love life bc he’s very wise in regards to rxships even if he’s never been in one before. he doesn’t mind waiting for a good & dependable partner to enter his life bc he’s very patient. he wont date a woman unless she ticks his boxes & treats him properly. he may like or lust for multiple women throughout his life but he’s likely to only fall in love once.

💝 he is very attractive due to the laidback temperament he projects; his comforting & predictable presence makes others feel at ease & safe.

💝 initially, it may be difficult to distinguish whether he’s into you or not. even if he is attracted to you he might not act on it bc he knows you will come to him one way or another. you know he likes you when he’s being extra warm & fuzzy with you or constantly sharing & offering things with you.

💝 he may seem calm but he has a lot of passions & feelings boiling beneath the surface. once he’s warmed up to you, you’ll see a completely different side to him. he’s sensual, sentimental, devoted, reliable, non judgmental & romantic to those closest to him. his affections are stable, secure & permanent. he’s undoubtedly an honourable lover & friend. he always makes his partner feel seen & appreciated bc of the compassion & care he surrounds her with. he’ll even refrain from arguing with her bc he wont want to spoil the atmosphere. he’ll try his best to ensure she is taken care of emotionally & physically. he wants to see her indulge in sensual pleasures & will happily chip in there too (good food, nice clothes, etc). ensure to show your gratitude & he’ll be loyal to the end.

💝 hes not afraid of commitment & he has traditional expectations regarding rxships. he’ll set strict values & rules for himself; for example, not allowing himself to make prolonged eye contact with other women or not contacting other women without informing his partner. however, some women may view these traits as boring, slow & outdated. during matters of love, his partner will need to give in to him at times bc he won’t readily give in to her. after all, he’s a bull, stubborn asf, to the point of being unmovable.

💝 since he has a steady self esteem, he’s not easily threatened by outside forces. however, he is territorial & protective over his possessions bc he takes good care of them & has a fear of losing them. he can act this way with his food, his space & even his loved ones. he may limit his partners freedom by being possessive & controlling in covert ways. at best, he is protective & territorial over her. at worst, he is obsessive & addicted to her. he will value his partner highly, treating her as a possession & a prized object (trophy wifey). he views his partner as an extension of himself & wants his partner to come under his wing where it’s safe. he’s the type to carry you over a puddle or hold your umbrella.

💝 unfortunately all venus signs have the potential to cheat but it’s definitely unlikely for taurus venus. he wouldn’t want to risk losing the routine & stability of a rxship just for a random affair. however, if he perceives a lack of commitment, physical touch, deeper intimacy or emotional unavailability from his partner, this will make him feel insecure, trigger his fears of abandonment & ultimately be the main culprit to why he’d ever cheat. not to mention, if he has other placements in air or fire elements, it will add a great deal of restlessness, despite the intent of earthy taurus to stay loyal.

💝 since he loves so deeply & has such a fear of change, it takes him awhile to give up on rxships, especially bc he feels his best when in a secure rxship. he may stay in expired rxships & be reluctant to start over bc of his need of security, familiarity & predictably. it’s very difficult for him to let go of anything or anyone that holds meaning & value to him bc it correlates to his purpose of living. he settles for people he has deep attachment with even though he knows there are better options elsewhere. attachment generates an adrenaline within him & he refuses to let go even when it’s being taken away. he is similar to his sister sign scorpio in this sense. but scorpio holds on tight to control & possess. whereas taurus holds on tight to hoard & collect.

💝 however, taurus placements don’t forgive or forget anything. at best, he will punish his partner by withdrawing from her temporarily or permanently. at worst, he’ll be relentlessly stubborn in his pursuit of revenge. his patient & methodical approach ensures a carefully planned retaliation. but it does takes a lot for him to reach this point due to his tolerant & patient nature.

💝 his self esteem is generally steady, he has a realistic opinion of his worth & he doesn’t depend on others to define him. he can be quite vain & enamored with himself. however, in the beginning of his life he likely had difficulty with feeling secure & would’ve often compared himself to mental aesthetics or others looks. but once he has a solid grasp on what makes him valuable, nothing can shake his confidence.

💝 he’s likely a homebody who sleeps & eats a lot since he values routine, stability, comfort & safety. he likely eats the same foods & listen to the same songs due to his reluctance to change. he perceives lounging as a rejuvenating sensory experience (comfy clothes, soft bed, calming candles, tasty snacks).

Turn On’s:

💝 he wants safety, stability & predictability in rxships bc he lacked this during childhood. he wants the security that his partner will stick around & provide. he chooses partners & friends who are self-contained bc that’s what he strives to be. he prefers a women with calm demeanours instead of aggressive or in-your-face personalities. she is able to keep her life grounded & stable materially, emotionally or mentally. she has a solid plan for her life, no matter if it's big or small. she definitely knows the power of planning ahead & taking well calculated actions. for example, she has everything he would ever need, in her purse (especially food). talk to him abt your financial goals & include him in your plan for the future.

💝 he wants his partner to prove to him that she’ll add value to his life. his materialistic tendencies can sometimes overshadow emotional components of a rxship, leading him to value tangible items or status symbols over genuine connections. he loves being surrounded by gifts & luxury. he’s attracted to products of high quality & durability. he loves when people put a lot of thought in when buying/making him gifts. he values sentimental things that you can’t just buy anywhere. he likes to know you really pay attention to their interests compared to just getting something name branded or a gift card. he dislikes cheap & tacky products with clashing colours. he is willing to spend a lot of money on himself.

💝 someone else making him feel more comfortable will be the main culprit for why he may leave you. stability & safety is very important to him so promise him a cozy & comfy time. after all, taurus rules the senses so think abt lighting, candles, aromatherapy, lingerie, etc.

💝 his love language: holding & cuddling one another, just sharing personal space with his partner, cooking meals together, heart-to-heart conversations, being reminded of his worth, being pampered & spoiled, nice scents (perfume)

💝 he prefers to be pursued instead of persuing others. he wants to feel completely adored & desired by his partner everyday. she needs to emphasise her loyalty to him & his worth to her. he has powerful need for tangible expression & presence of affection. she’ll have his heart forever once she’s achieved that.

💝 he loves a sophisticated, respectful & well mannered woman who’s attached a very high value to herself (without being boastful or dramatic). she has a soft but stubborn side to her, she can take control when needed & she has aligning views to him.

💝 in a nutshell, he seeks a partner who is: successful, fancy, generous, affectionate, warm, sensual, passionate, possessive, natural, beautiful, feminine, easy going, understanding, calm, down to earth, predictable, reliable, committed & most importantly consistent.

💝 he is very sensitive & responsive to my physical touch, he will smile & shiver delight. when you rub or run your hands across his body it feels like electricity to him. if you regret his cuddles & kisses bc you’re not in the mood for touch, he will take it personally & he will feel hurt.

💝 to impress him, dress in earth tones (beige & khaki), look expensive as he loves luxury, dress comfortably as taurus is a sensual sign & wear minimal makeup as he likes natural beauty.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he’ll be eager to cut you off if you bring too much drama & trouble into his life; eg if he notices you purposely trying to make him jealous or uncomfortable, if you live a very chaotic & unstable life, if you’re an unpredictable & overly-aggressive person. he’s a venusian after all so craves he peace around him.

💝 he dislikes partners who are immature, fake & frivolous (not having any serious value or purpose).

💝 he feels turned off by anyone who brings any form of change or newness into his life. he won’t like you trying to rush or force him into anything. it’s important to ease him into new things. taurus placements have neophobia (irrational fear for anything unfamiliar). they like things staying the same bc it gives them a sense of peace & stability. he will run away from anyone who challenges this perspective. he wants to stay in his own bubble & will not want anyone to burst it in anyway.

💝 hes threatened by fast-paced & high-energy situations in the context of love including excess displays of emotions & drama when it comes to simple conversations. he may even feel over crowded by too much chatter.

💝 distant parents who try to play games with him rather than growing up & committing (same for all earth venus) including still talking to an ex.

💝 rejecting his offerings, date ideas or any physical touch.

#astro notes #astrology #venus signs #taurus venus

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

-adhd brain go brrr- uh here wonderwall??? it not my best work of professor and def self indulgent (agh it bad)

Rated: Explicit | Warning: sub/dom dynamic, wax play

There are selected times Luchino frees himself from his research to spend time with you, time you value and make sure to work around.

He is very attentive when you are his solo focus, something you greatly appreciate when you have those days you heavily crave attention.

And when you are a bit on the pent-up side. Not his fault, you have a habit of not saying anything until you have to say something.

Luchino takes it slow, the sort of slow where he makes sure this lingers not only on your body but in your mind too. He is still dressed with his shirt open and pants open enough he just needs to slide it a little lower to take his cock out. You however are naked and spread out with your arms tied behind your back. The blindfold is your idea given what is doing and sensory deprivation adds to this.

The first drops of wax make you jerk, he made sure to first prepare for this by checking your pain tolerance and addressing any worries you have. The color will stay for a week on your skin, about as long as his hickeys he will later decorate your skin with so you can stare at them when alone.

You jerk then relax, he tells you to breathe and how well you are doing. His lips kiss your forehead as a few more drops now are far more sensitive areas, you can feel his smile when your breath elevates higher. You whine when he moves but do not mind too much as your legs are open and rest on top of his thighs.

“Luchino…” The wax on your inner thighs is different and adds to make you a squirming mess, his hand tracing the folds of your pussy the way he does when his skilled fingers open a book. “Fuck.” His middle finger easily glides in as you are very very aware of how wet this has made you.

The professor’s groan is so hot to hear and hotter to know the sight and feeling of you is causing this.

“Ah!” You jolt upward the second his hand slaps your pussy, the wetness and skin sound erotic like some porno. It makes you dizzy.

“Do not cum until I say so,” Rubbing your sensitive nether lips, “Understood?”

“Yes, professor.” This part of you, needs, to seek to have authority over you and it is verbally announced.

#idv #reader insert #idv professor #luchino diruse #luchino diruse x reader #luchino diruse x you #professor x reader #identity v x reader #identity v professor #professor x you #idv x you #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you

[liketwoswansinbalance]

I had this thought for a while. What do you think would happen if Fall Rhian and Rise Rhian meet after time travel shenanigans? Their dynamic would be hilarious, with Rise Rhian being tense around his amused Fall self.

And for angst, Rise Rafal meeting Fall Rafal, who is mysteriously a ghost.

Hopefully this isn’t too far from what you’d wanted, Anon. I somehow ended up giving Rhian angst and only a little hilarity and Rafal hope along with his angst. During both fairly consecutive scenes, the brothers' future selves visit their past selves. This all would occur right after Rafal remodels his School in Rise but before he discovers Gavaldon in the timeline. Neither of the brothers know about Gavaldon yet, and they don't learn about it in this scenario.

And, in this timeline, Hook doesn't even get in with Rhian or manage to get hired as a probationary Dean of Good. He just directly poaches the students, and leaves right after the Vulcan incident. Essentially, what Hook did is claim that he's about to leave and bid Rafal goodbye after the battle, yet he doesn't leave, and instead, sneaks off with the students sooner than in canon. So, now, Rafal and Rhian are in the Schools, during the aftermath of the Vulcan incident, while Rafal does his remodeling and torture-marathoning. That is when their future selves decide to visit.

As for Ghost Rafal, he arrives from approximately thirty years into the future, after the ending of Fall, so he's been a ghost for some time, and has had the opportunity to reflect.

Also, some things here might later become part of a fic (although my fic's outline doesn't involve time travel like this.) Very interesting prompt, by the way. So thanks!

Lastly, before you read on, here's how I will differentiate between the characters:

"Rhian" = Rise Rhian

“Fall Rhian” = post-Fall Rhian, by about thirty years

"Rafal" = Rise Rafal

"Ghost" = post-Fall Rafal, by about thirty years

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[In Good, Rhian is prepping for a lesson in his sunlit, glass-walled office.]

Fall Rhian: Hello, "Good" School Master, [a voice breezes behind Rhian as he is seated at his desk.]

Rhian: [stiffens and quickly spins in his chair, paling at a version of himself floating by the window sill.] You... are me. And you can fly?

Fall Rhian: You catch on quickly. [He pats Rhian's wild golden curls from above, condescendingly, like an angel to a stray worshipper.]

Rhian: [blushes] I—thanks, I, well, usually it's Rafal who does. I'm... the gullible one, as it turns out. [He hangs his head in shame.]

Fall Rhian: Are you?

Rhian: Well, yes, considering all the trouble I’ve caused. I suppose I’m fortunate Rafal’s forgiven me at all.

Fall Rhian: And what then? You’re content to be second all your life? You’re willing to let him claim he was the twin created better? [he provokes, prodding, goading his past self on as if with a hot poker, to stoke a certain dragon fire within.]

Rhian: Er… well, no. That wasn’t the first thing on my mind. I’m just… grateful to have been saved, even if… well, Rafal’s driven away my every chance of finding a companion or True Love outside of him. And, I can’t believe I’m admitting to this, but I don’t want to rely on him forever. I just wish that… that I could break away and be more—I don’t know—devil-may-care, like he is, free and unfettered. But I have to live by my values or I'll have nothing. I've already fallen, seeing as I've stepped out of line, endangered my young charges, and unleashed a tyrant on my poor Evers. I'm me. Useless and "whiny" and witless, guileless and impotent. Or that's what everyone thinks.

Fall Rhian: Good. Be careful what you wish for. You’re on your way.

Rhian: [puzzled] On my way to what?

Fall Rhian: To becoming me. [He grins, a slow, snake-like smile stretching across his face.] And you'll finally be cured of your pathetic crushes on men.

Rhian: [He decides to change the subject quickly, feeling thoroughly disturbed. This Rhian is practically a stranger!] How can you fly? That requires blood magic.

Fall Rhian: Guess whose blood it is. [His grin widens and he settles on the edge of the windowsill.]

Rhian: [blanches, staring at the dark, rusted stains on his future self’s armor] W-whose?

Fall Rhian: Your brother's.

Rhian: [frantically] Wh-what h-h-happened? [His teeth start to chatter as this odd version of himself radiates a dead coldness much like Rafal does, except it's a thousand times worse.] Who are you?

Fall Rhian: I'm you, and you're me. And I regret to inform you that—[He laughs.]—actually, I don't regret a thing!—that our brother is dead.

Rhian: D-d-dead? How? What happened to him?!

Fall Rhian: Us.

Rhian: I don't follow. Are you saying—

Fall Rhian: [nods, biting back another psychotic smile]

[A silence falls over them, as Rhian sobers, his face falling.]

Rhian: But why? How could I— [Then, he stabs out a finger accusingly, stirring from his chair, fingers twitching and spasming, as if he were to strangle this other Rhian, like he was about to lunge.] How could you! How could you do such a thing?

Fall Rhian: Ah, where to begin? Where to begin? Well, simple: a need for power, a restless soul, a desire for more. More than your miserable, lonely existence. Anything beyond being lesser than. Doesn't matter why. [he spat.] Don't you sense that restlessness within? Regardless, I'm here to tell you, you're on the wrong path. No matter how upset you are, avoid killing Rafal. Keep him alive.

Rhian: [heaves a sigh of relief. Perhaps, this version of himself would talk some sense into him and benefit from it himself as well.]

Fall Rhian: Just ensure that you're the One in power, and while he's alive, do whatever with him that you will. I really don't care what, as long as he doesn't interfere.

Rhian: [His stomach twists in on itself.] What do you mean?

Fall Rhian: Fratricide is Evil, isn't it? And you want to remain Good in the eyes of the Storian, don't you? If you don't kill him, well then, that's the mercy of your Goodness come to light, sparing a villain, sparing your own blood. So long as you don't directly kill him, you're golden. Just, keep him alive, in any condition, even if he has a broken leg, so you don't earn your true side a pitiful losing streak. There've been hundreds of tales so far, in my time, since I murdered our brother, and the wrong side now wins every time. You've already cursed the Woods for Storian knows how long, so don't make the mistake of killing him this time. Just... keep him. Lock him up. Paralyze him. Turn him to gold and use him as decor. I don't care. Whatever you do, don't kill him, and preserve the balance as well as you can. You'll find other means to an end that suits me—ahem, us.

Rhian: [doubtfully] I think I understand, but... you don't sound Good.

Fall Rhian: That's up to you to decide for yourself, according to your superior moral judgement, but we both know the Storian has the final say.

Rhian: [musing] True...

Fall Rhian: Good lad. You know what to do. Just think it all over. I wanted to let you know. You deserve to, as a favor from one Rhian, to another. Trust me. Trust yourself. [He bows smoothly. Too smoothly, like a sleaze. Like a Vulcan. Or the way Rafal did when he put on a manipulative, deceptively charming performance. He didn’t act like Rhian at all.]

[Then, the stranger disappears, vanishes into the smoke, dissipating, called back to his own time, tethered to a dismal future.]

[Rhian begins to spiral in the harsh light, stumbling around blindly like he's seen a ghost, trying to get a grip on something real, to ground himself after that encounter. He closes all the curtains in his office, whisking them shut with his sorcery, and wishes he were dead, curling up into a fetal position on the floor, utterly haunted.

That couldn't have been his future, could it?

But, soon enough, he hears the clock chime, and picks himself up, heading down to teach a class of Evers. He suspected Rafal was lounging in his office, watching his students’ torture, but he couldn’t deal with that now. He couldn’t stomach anything more, any lurid news.]

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[Rhian was probably teaching a class, Rafal figured. He could leave his brother be. For now. To dwell on the consequences of his actions. Inviting a stranger into their School! What a farce. And Rafal always had to resign himself to the drudgery of cleaning up Rhian's messes. All that Rhian subjected him to—after a while, it became exhausting. Of course, some things never truly changed.]

[Just then, a pale figure sweeps across Rafal's field of vision and comes into focus.]

Rafal: A ghost? In my School? You... look like me. Not Vulcan.

Ghost: Sharp powers of observation, if only you weren't so slow.

Rafal: I'm slow? [smirks] Well, if you knew my brother, you'd really know who's the slow one.

Ghost: [taunting] You'll say that now, but wait 'til you become me.

Rafal: Wait, I can't die. How do you even exist? Is this a prank? If it's my Nevers, they're getting stretched on the rack.

Ghost: [drolly] You have more pressing concerns than mutinous students, actually.

Rafal: [His eyes flicker with a realization.] The Storian! I knew it! The little devil killed me, didn't it? [He stands up and starts to pace.] Well, I can prevent it. Just, tell me what happened. Now.

Ghost: You're even denser than I remember. The cause of our death wasn't the Pen. And, actually, it was your own fault.

Rafal: My fault? You already know what I've gone through to preserve my life and Rhian's! How dare you!

Ghost: [perching on his desk, amused, spoken bitterly] Now you're making progress.

Rafal: What? What is it? No—Rhian?

Ghost: Correct.

Rafal: That blundering fool! I'll bet his lunacy got us both killed!

Ghost: No, just you.

Rafal: What! How! Rhian can't even clean up his own messes, much less run the Schools on his own—

Ghost: He does when you're gone. For at least thirty years straight, and counting, as long as I’ve been dead.

Rafal: Impossible. With his reputation, he couldn't command a morsel of the respect I can, not unless he transformed into me!

Ghost: So close and yet so far. I can't believe I was this much of a numbskull when I was younger. Do I have to spell it out for you?

Rafal: [icily] Do tell, ghost o'mine.

Ghost: [rolls his eyes] HE KILLS YOU AND TAKES YOUR PLACE.

Rafal: Don't make me laugh.

Ghost: I'm not laughing.

Rafal: [He stills, halts in his tracks.] What? Rhian wouldn't even kill moths. [scoffs] I don't think he's capable of killing people or his own brother. [derisively] He's too Good.

Ghost: And that brings me to the second piece of news I have for you.

Rafal: [mockingly] Don't tell me—Rhian's Evil, right? [shaking his head] If you're not going to tell me the actual cause of my death, just leave. I'll figure it out. And take precautions all on my own. [Then, he catches sight of a pirate ship sailing away in the distance on the Savage Sea.]

Ghost: Hook took your students. Now do you believe me? You know I'm right. I'm always right.

Rafal: [chokes on his own spittle] Rhian? H-he betrayed me? Oh, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into, brother. I won't die. Not if I murder you first!

Ghost: [blocks the door, so Rafal doesn't storm out in fury] You've forgotten something. You can't play by those Rules anymore.

Rafal: What rules?

Ghost: The Rules.

Rafal: Clear out of my way. I'm not burning daylight on a conversation for first-years! I'm Evil and that's final.

Ghost: [doesn't move, crosses his arms serenely.] No. You're not.

Rafal: [through gritted teeth] I'm telling you. I'm. Not. Good.

Ghost: You will be, if you don't listen to me!

Rafal: Empty threats. What can you do to me now that you're "dead?" [He strides right through his ghost.] If I catch a student behind this phantom projection, I'll flay them alive. I mean, you're not even convincing, as far as illusions go.

Ghost: I know you've been mulling over the idea of swans for a unified School crest these last couple of days. How could I know that, if I'm not you?

Rafal: [He blinks, processing for a moment, breaks into a sprint, and roars,] RHIAN!

Ghost: See, I wasn't a liar! Don't do anything rash though. I'd hate to watch myself turn into a victim again and sooner at that.

[As soon as he arrives at Good, Rafal thrusts open the doors to a classroom, yanks Rhian aside and out the door, and frog-marches him up the silver tower's stairs with a lit fingerglow to the back.]

[Some of the Ever students snicker at their mortified School Master, being scolded like a child, presumably being escorted to a punishment.]

Rhian: Rafal! What's this about!? I thought you forgave me!

Rafal: You haven't done anything wrong. Yet. I'm ensuring that the worst won't happen. Thus, I will quarantine you for a couple of days. [He flicks his fingers and casts a spell to make Rhian sneeze.] Look, you have a cold. Too many strangers, too much excitement for you and your weak immune system. I'll sort out everything else myself, then we'll talk. [muttering under his breath] Right after one James Hook pays for his deeds...

Rhian: [about to object, but then sees the ghost] Wait. Who is that?

Rafal: Ignore it. I'll explain once you've recovered.

Rhian: But Rafal! You can't leave me here! The students need proper supervision!

Rafal: So? I'll get... Humburg to watch over them.

Rhian: [pulls a face]

Rafal: Well, it's a better option than y—[He pauses to think for a moment.]—either of us at the moment. We're... volatile and... murderous, apparently.

Rhian: We?

Rafal: Later. Not now. We'll discuss this later. Just let yourself be saved one last time.

Rhian: [looks indignant]

Rafal: Don't tell me that isn't true.

Rhian: Is this about the future me that visited me? I didn’t think you knew.

Rafal: All right, sure, I’ll believe you. Just tell me about your nonsense after I deal with mine and save your vacuous soul from eternal damnation.

Rhian: So, is that—y-your ghost? [Rhian peers up at ghost Rafal and tells the ghost:] I’m sorry, about ev-everything. [his voice catching in his throat.]

Ghost: [somberly] It’s not your apology to give, but I miss this side of you.

Rafal: [glances at the ghost, then fixes his gaze on Rhian] You. Stay put. [Then, addressing the ghost,] And you. Come with me. We're solving this now.

Ghost: [to Rhian] I don't miss myself though. I was cruel.

Rafal: Now, ghost. I’m not squandering a minute on ludicrous phantom reunions.

Rhian: [sighs] You’re strange. And oddly calm.

Ghost: The result of death and decades of reflection. I was high-strung before, wasn’t I?

Rhian: Will my Rafal ever change to become like you?

Ghost: Not if he can prevent it.

Rhian: Good. No offense, but I don’t want any traces of your timeline in ours. Even if you have the remotest chance of being nicer to me.

Ghost: None taken. I’d rather be alive. But look at where I am now.

Rafal: [calling from the stairwell] Make haste, ghost!

Ghost: [voice echoing, to Rafal] That's your responsibility. I've suffered enough for several lifetimes already.

Rhian: More than my br—

Ghost: Yes, much more than yours.

Rhian: [shaking his head incredulously, musing,] Same, old, Evil brother...

Ghost: About that—

Rafal: [interjecting, shouting back up] I may be Good, but I’ll never be an Ever!

[The ghost and Rhian eye each other and try not to laugh.]

Rhian [to the ghost, pleadingly]: Keep me company while he's gone, why don't you?

Ghost: [shrugs, declaring,] I have nothing better to do. And, it's... nice, to have you around again. I should've stayed... all those years ago when I had my chance... [his voice trails off] I apologize, for abandoning you, Rhian.

Rhian: Not your apology to give, but thank you.

Ghost: [looks down at Rafal from the tower window] He may still apologize to you, someday...

#school for good and evil #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #rafal #rafal mistral #rhian #rhian mistral #sge #sfgae #the school for good and evil #tsfgae #rotsge #rotsfgae #fotsge #fotsfgae #my post #ask #dialogue #time travel #ghost

[merakiui]

How about the twisted wonderland apocalypse au except the compound leaders are female and the mc is a slightly submissive male, would it be any treatment different from the original apocalypse au?

Riddle wouldn't be as strict with you. Rather, she's more strict with herself because it's her duty to bear children, so she's going to have so many rules for herself, all of which are intended to keep her physically and mentally healthy as she prepares herself for the day in which you finally knock her up. She's always worrying she'll be a bad mother, so she's constantly oscillating between fearful self-doubt and determination to be better than her own mother.

Leona pushes you around a lot. You really are an herbivore at heart, aren't you? She can be such a bully sometimes, especially since her word is law in the compound and everyone knows she's at the very top of the food chain here: an apex predator. Leona wants you to prove your worth, to snap back and stand up for yourself, but you're always so shy and submissive. It's actually a little boring at times. Really, if you're just going to bow to her every time she treats you just a little roughly how are you ever going to survive in the world?

Azul baby-traps you as soon as possible. I like to think that if you're too nervous to fuck her right away she's doing everything she can to seduce you. T_T please just fuck her already; she's desperate. She always wraps her legs around you to pull your body closer so it's a guarantee you'll cum inside. Or if you're fucking her in her mer form, chances are she's wrapping a tentacle around your waist and using you like you're a dildo lol. She is immensely proud when the test finally comes back positive. >:)

Kalim wouldn't treat you any differently. She loves you no matter what, so it doesn't matter to her if you're more submissive than other men in the compound. She still spoils you rotten and of course she wants a big, big family!! There is no such thing as protection with her; you're always going to cum inside every time because that's what she wants and who are you to deny the desires of Kalim? She's such a sweetheart and a sunshine and she means well! Naturally, you have to agree to make a happy family with her. :D

Vil cannot believe that out of every man in this compound she sees something in you. There must be some potential, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen you as a husband. Truthfully, Vil's tough on you. She tells you to speak up, to walk with good posture, to be confident in your stride and your words. Of course she only wants to help you improve upon yourself, but the way she goes about it can seem mean and strict at times. You are not allowed to fuck her until she sees an improvement in your submissive nature. orz

Idia's reaction is "he's just like me fr" because the both of you are literally so similar. She is so shy and so submissive and, if it weren't for lame compound rules, she wouldn't even consider choosing a husband. T_T she really just wants to watch anime, read manga, and game until the apocalypse settles down. Is that so hard to ask for? You are never knocking her up. I like to think Idia has this terrible fear of sex with a real man because in hentai it looks so easy and fun, but then she's comparing dildos to the length of her arm or hand and she's thinking, how is this fitting inside me? She is a virgin through and through. Also, she is terrified of pregnancy. >_< you'll likely have to start very slow and patient with her, but on the bright side she will put her minecraft bed next to yours. :D

Malleus loves you no matter what your personality is like, so in her eyes your submissiveness is incredibly charming. You have rizzed her up so bad omg. Sebek has no idea what she sees in you, but then Sebek can't understand the appeal of the Submissive Man. <3 Malleus probably values the quality time you spend with her more than anything else. She's just happy to be with you at all hours of the day. She always kisses the top of your hand in greeting. Truly, she is an elegant lady who adores you so very much! Also another virgin through and through, but what she lacks in experience she makes up for with sheer determination and passion! It's likely that, though her techniques may be a little sloppy, she will wring many orgasms out of you because she never lets up. <3 The type to very innocently ask, "You can keep going, yes?" after it's been like,,,, four long, intense rounds and your dick is so flaccid and you're so drained LOL.

#twisted chit chat #twst apocalypse au #i love my girlfailure azul ashengrotto <3 she's a loser hehe

[muzzlemouths]

Totally normal question (apologies if it has been asked before) do the DMD au boys have different love languages?

What would an act of love look like to them or from them if I may be so bold 👀

Moon’s love language is Quality Time. 

This may sound uncharacteristic of the Moon we’ve seen in Dead Mall Dare thus far, but I assure you he wants nothing more than to be in someone’s company.

He spent more time than necessary with the customers and was familiar, or made it his goal to become familiar, with each and every one of them — until The Event, that is, where all of that changed practically overnight.

Sure, Sun misses the customers, too, but he can still pretend. He’s good at pretending they’re still around, good at pretending that each sale is between himself and a stranger rather than a shuffle between his own hands, good at pretending to be alright with all of this. Moon isn’t so self-convincing, and he can’t bring himself to do what feels like slow torture to him. He needs the contact, the real companionship of it all. Someone to laugh at his jokes, to tell him about their day, to be there in the moment with him not just as a customer but as someone he can consider a friend. Trapped in a mall he can never hope to step foot outside of, how else is he meant to achieve that? Similar to Sun, there was a point where he attempted to fool himself into thinking that anyone breaking into the mall after its closing was just another customer. But they’re not. They are taggers, looters, thieves, only there to destroy what remained of their home, and it makes him terribly bitter. He denies needing companionship if only in the bleak hope that it will make him stop wanting it.

He's touch starved, conversation starved, companionship starved. He wants your time. He has to believe someone still wants his.

You may think Sun’s love language is Physical Touch or Words of Affirmation. After all, he’s handsy to a fault with Y/N right off the bat, and has already used no less than four different pet names by the end of the chapter. He’s very generous with his compliments and lays his affections on thick. That being said, his love language is actually Acts of Service.

Always considered the prettier of the two mascots by the average customer, Sun is used to his sense of worth being attached to his appearance. No matter how hard he tries, he will always be looked at for his charm first and everything else, second. He values compliments about his strength, his smarts, his ability to tackle almost any goal, but what he loves most is the chance to prove it.

So when it comes to his love language, he is all about doing anything and everything in his power to bear the weight, to an almost obsessive degree. He'll patch up that broken window by the afternoon, will cook up a four course dinner even if it means an evening of keeping his nose buried in an unfamiliar cookbook, will run from one department and back before you have the time to sneeze if you left something behind, and will spend all day attempting to repair Moon's projector despite knowing nothing about its mechanics just for the slim chance of seeing him smile.

If you allow him the chance to do just about anything for you he will be giddy for the rest of the day. Your stomach growls? Now you’re suddenly being ushered into a booth while he brings you every fruit he can hold with two hands. Need to change but your wardrobe is dirty? Now the laundry is done and he’s already picked out that week’s outfits in advance, so you don’t have to! Tell him your feet are sore? Now you’re in his arms, and he’s not taking no for an answer.

He can get…a little overbearing, admittedly. What starts as a way to show affection soon becomes overwhelming, and you might start to feel infantized or belittled, but he means well. He wants to be helpful, he wants to feel useful, and he’ll do anything to accomplish that.

#dead mall dare au #WHOA THIS IS LONG #OOPSIES #I don't want to monologue any longer since it's already super lengthy but #Crunch if you hit up my DMs I can go more into detail about their LL if you want!

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Chifuyu

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ WARNINGS: afab!reader switch!reader, perv! Chifuyu, mentions of praising and roleplay

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ The softest

ꕤ He will cuddle you and ask You 100 times if you're okay

ꕤ Definitely thanks you and helps you clean up

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ He likes his thighs? Like idk how to explain it He just does (pls ride them)

ꕤ Can He say everything? No? Then He chooses your eyes and chest

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ He prefers to come inside or on your chest

ꕤ As stated above, He just likes your chest so it turns him on to release onto it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ PANTIE THIEF

ꕤ He stole your favorite lace panties and uses them for when you're not around

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ He’s never really cared for this until you came around

ꕤ Too busy to avenge his friend

ꕤ So uh yeah you took his V-Card and show him how things work

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ The classic missionary

ꕤ Likes the intimacy of it and that He can look at your face and touch your whole body

ꕤ Also likes the cowgirl position for the same reasons

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ He tries to be serious but He will crack a joke or laugh on accident

ꕤ He doesn’t mean it bad He just thinks sex should be fun

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He’s bare down there

ꕤ Shaves once a week so it’s always nice and clean and He has heard that it makes him look bigger

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ He’s very romantic

ꕤ Always trying to set the mood with candles or music

ꕤ Touches you carefully and everywhere

ꕤ Also holds hands with you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ He used to do it a lot but since He started having sex with you He doesn‘t like it anymore

ꕤ Prefers the “real thing”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ He’s pretty vanilla

ꕤ Has a big praise kink (both ways so make Sure to praise him)

ꕤ Is into roleplay

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ Chifuyu prefers the bed over everything else

ꕤ Generally only in yours or his apartment

ꕤ He values privacy in those moments

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ Tell him you want him

ꕤ Or praise him in a seductive way, He will rip his pants right off

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ He wouldn’t do hardcore stuff like knife/ bloodplay

ꕤ Definitely no watersports or anything of that kind

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ Chifuyu lives to please you so He loves to give

ꕤ He could spend hours between your legs and die a happy man

ꕤ Is a bit shy about receiving blowjobs but rarely turns them down

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ He’s more slow but hits it deep

ꕤ When he’s frustrated with things He tends to take it out on you, going harder and faster than usual

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ Isn’t a fan of them

ꕤ Prefers to take his time with you and explore your body

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He would like to try out different things and brings them up

ꕤ But He wouldn't like to do anything where others might see You two

ꕤ Sex is something very intimate and only between you two

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ Chifuyu doesn't last that long but He can go for 3-4 rounds if you're up to it

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He would never admit it but He built himself a toy when He was younger but besides of that He doesn't really has any

ꕤ Would be shy about using them on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ He doesn't like to tease, sometimes a tiny bit but He can't say no

ꕤ Teasing him on the other hand…. Make him beg, he’s into that

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ He moans quite a lot but always muffles it with your neck/shoulder or his hand

ꕤ Thinks you don't like the sounds He makes

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ Chifuyu likes to watch you play with yourself and He more than once secretly watched you when You didn't notice him coming home

ꕤ Or maybe you did notice and put on a nice show for him ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ Chifuyu isn't the tallest and that also counts for Chifuyu Jr

ꕤ He’s a good 5 inches but with a nice girth

ꕤ It doesn't hurt but You do feel a nice stretch

ꕤ Slight curve to the left which he’s insecure about

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ HIGH

ꕤ Once He found out how pleasurable sex actually is He wants it all the time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ He’s very tired after but doesn't fall asleep before you're taken care of and fast asleep in his arms

#tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo Revengers smut #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu smut #chifuyu matsuno #Tokyo revengers Chifuyu #repost ♡

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi! I'd like to request headcanons for how Spinner and Rappa would react to his s/o admiring/complimenting his musculature/physique (this ask inspired by Spinner's arms, hubba hubba)

(Shuichi "Guns" Iguchi I like to call him, because woof😍)

~Spinner/Rappa's S/O Complimenting Their Muscle~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-(Yes it's overdone and very cliché'. Yes I've taken one scene from the anime and ran with it. However, I don't care! I'll die on the blushing Spinner hill) Discrimination due to the way his quirk makes him look has been no surprise to hear him open up about back when you first started dating. Whether he admits it or not, he's affected by this when it comes to his own self confidence. Everywhere he goes, all he's ever heard about was his appearance. Lizard was possibly the most annoying thing to hear. Why would anyone be attracted to someone that looked like him when there were normal attractive people out there?

-Along came you. Now at first he was in denial because look at you! To him, you were quite possibly the most attractive person he could've laid his eyes on. What's even crazier is the way you overlooked anyone else in the room just for the chance to talk to him of all people! He was confused and at the end of it he still feels like this might be one big dream. However, he pinches himself and never seems to wake up.

-You compliment him all the time. You always make time to bring up how attractive you think he is. It's mind blowing to say the least. You especially find yourself making note of his muscles to him. The way you look at him when you compliment his arms has him thinking he's going to melt away at any minute. Don't let me get started on the way he softens when you hold him to admire him. He's completely and totally weakened for you. These things aren't said just because you hope he'll see himself as worthy one day, but because you honestly feel this way about him. Just slow it down. Any more attention today and he'll end up passing out from the lightheadedness of your words combined with your sweet butterfly kisses and smile!

-He's only ever really doubted himself once or twice in the past. Other than that, he's convinced himself he's hot shit. Rappa isn't the insecure type a lot of times. He's so sure of himself and that confidence rings throughout whatever he does. You can imagine how much cockier he becomes every single time you compliment him. You can only laugh when you kiss his cheek and call him handsome, he stands and shouts 'hell yeah' so proudly lol.

-When he thinks about it, you've always been there to cheer him on as his biggest fan. You never really missed a chance to remind him how awesome he was, so of course he'd never have a moment to think otherwise. He loves the way you pump his head up. When you compliment him, he feels his heart running a million miles an hour. He values your opinion more highly than you think. If you ever think otherwise then just remember all times he's gotten too rowdy with someone and you were able to wrangle him back down to reality! Without you, he'd probably be locked up by now.

-When he finally has a singular moment of small doubt creeping up then you notice his small change in energy. He's much quieter and thinking for longer than usual. You ask him what's wrong and he looks you directly in the eyes. "You serious? I mean about all that shit you said?" He asks you, searching for any discrepancies in your eyes. You only smile widely back at him before laying a big smooch on the side of his head. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't lie about it because I've got nothing to gain from doing so. I meant every single word. You're handsome and those muscles are to die for." He nods and a large smile etches its way across his face. "Haha, yeah I know."

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shuichi iguchi #spinner #spin spin #spin #spinner bnha #rappa bnha #kendo rappa #headcanon

[mostremote]

What's been most exciting for you about your upcoming eversnow roadtrip romcom longfic, We Wild Creatures? Anything you wish/can share with us about it before posting starts? And how long (word count-wise) do you think it might get?

Thank you for the ask!!

Most exciting: in The Shivering Season Katniss’ attraction to Snow develops out of a trauma response, and though she begins the story able to acknowledge his handsomeness and concludes it taking a certain delight in his beauty, the majority of the fic frames his body through a lens of disgust. This is totally unfair because Donald Sutherland is, of course, absolutely fucking gorgeous, and We Wild Creatures will present Katniss’ slow attraction to him in much healthier terms. In short, I get to write about how incredibly beautiful and sexy Sutherland is without that frame of disgust. Yaaay!

Length: The story is in two parts, The Wilds and The Warren. Part one should be around 80k words, of which I’ve drafted 50k+. I expect Part Two to be shorter, but I really don’t know! I would like it to be shorter than The Shivering Season, but, uh, I do sometimes get carried away and write more than perhaps I should. So, 130k?

Anything to share: The story is set after Mockingjay, where Coin survives Katniss’ arrow and Snow escapes. Katniss is sent to find Snow, take him as prisoner, and escort him across the landscape to the rebel base as part of a plan to overthrow Coin. Road trip! On the way, they get to know one another very, very well.

This story puts two people in a survival situation where their unmanageably painful history no longer matters, because if they don’t cooperate they will die. If dwelling on that history only brings you more pain, what do you do with it? Here, Snow is completely powerless and willing to obey Katniss, because she is the only thing of value left in his life. What kind of justice can you enact against an old man who regrets nothing and is now basically harmless? Katniss might decide she has had enough of suffering, but that doesn’t mean everybody else Snow has wronged feels the same way. She becomes his protector as much as he is her prisoner.

And it’s about bodies and humanity. Taking two extremely different people who share so much pain, and forcing them to reckon with one another as human bodies struggling to survive. Getting to know a person as a living, breathing animal. And perhaps you want that human animal in your life more than you want to kill the monster you imagined him to be (the monster that he is). Snow cannot be forgiven (and does not want to be), but if you find some other value in a person than your hatred for them, what do you do with that?

And, also, it’s about trust, affection, self-discovery, age, gender, and sexuality. We are going to be Sexualizing That Old Man in this story. Whereas Part 1 deals with Katniss and Snow crossing the wilds, Part 2 deals with their time at the rebel base alongside Haymitch, Gale, and Johanna. How will those characters react to Katniss and Snow’s growing bond? Not well!!

#Peeta is sitting at home in District 12 hoping Katniss comes back one day #Gale slowly realising he is sexually competing with an 80 year old man..... and losing #Johanna being an absolutely unhinged menace #Haymitch quietly having a breakdown #and so much wound care

[did-somebody-say-pizza-rolls]

apologies if someone has already said this but I only finished it last night so here’s my two cents about good omens season 2

Nina and Maggie are a parallel to Crowley and Aziraphale but not in the way you’d expect.

You’d expect Nina and Crowley to be paired together. They’re both the grumpy, glass half empty, albeit more “realistic” half of their duos. They wear dark colored clothes and have more similar, sarcastic, personalities. The grumpy to their partner’s sunshine.

Maggie and Aziraphale are the same. They’re cheery, idealistic, glass half full people. Their clothes are lighter and brighter and they’re always smiling and looking on the bright side of life. Sunshine people.

BUT

Thinking back on the last scene between Maggie, Nina, and Crowley, I can’t help but feel like the dynamic is Nina/Aziraphale and Maggie/Crowley.

Here’s why:

All throughout, we see Nina in an emotionally abusive relationship with her girlfriend. She’s constantly getting texts telling her she’s awful and she doesn’t care and eventually, threats that her partners leaving and won’t return. The same can be said about Aziraphale’s relationship with Heaven. They’re both aware the relationship is bad, but they’re so far in they feel a duty to uphold it and make things work, despite the clear imbalance (they care for their abusers more than their abusers care about them). Like Crowley said, Heaven, Hell, they’re all toxic—but Aziraphale still values that relationship because it’s all he’s been conditioned to know. Until or course, Crowley came along and showed him the truths of the world, challenged him to think for himself and showed him it’s ok to walk your own path—which is exactly what Maggie offers to Nina. A clean slate, a chance to rediscover her individuality, and time to figure that all out.

Likewise, Maggie’s been shown throughout the entirety of season 2 to be happy and self-sufficient with her independence. She runs her own shop, connects with people through the shop keepers monthly meetings, and dedicated her time to a passion and shop that other people may not value but SHE does and that’s enough. What’s more Crowley-coded than that? Marching to the beat of his own drum, caring for the Bentley more than he does people, forming his own eccentricities around ducks, music, wine, etc. BUT like Crowley, Maggie is shown to be missing one thing, wanting one thing: love. She has a crush on Nina across the street and has been silently pining after her for a while now (close proximity slow burn sound familiar anyone?) and much like Crowley, she’s the one to admit her feelings to a very hesitant Nina.

But the scene with the three of them at the end is very inspiring for the future of Aziraphale and Crowley, in my opinion. Nina and Maggie sit Crowley down and tell him they’re people and they can’t be toyed with for the sake of celestial matters. Nina even goes as far to say she’s not ready for a new relationship (because her previous one was so awful) but hopes if Maggie sticks around, they can make it work—which Maggie is almost immediate in reassuring she will be there. It’s played for laughs here, but looking back with the knowledge of what happens with Crowley and Aziraphale just after this, I’m looking back on the line with a quiet hope that it’s a sign of what’s to come for our ineffable duo. Because really, in what universe can anyone see Crowley NOT wait for Aziraphale?

What I think this means for next season (God, PLEASE give us a third season) is Aziraphale will finally start to cut off ties with Heaven (or maybe they’ll cut off ties with him, a la Lindsay), especially after realizing a relationship with Crowley is possible (shoutout Gabriel and Beelzebub). But whatever happens, I’m positive Crowley will be there, as always, to welcome him back. And Aziraphale will perform one hundred I-was-wrong dances and they’ll drive the Bentley off into the sunset (to their new cottage in the South Downs).

Or maybe I’m just delusional and coping ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tldr: Nina is Aziraphale, Lindsay/Heaven are their abusives exes, and Maggie/Crowley are the people who actually love them and will wait for them to come around.

#good omens #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 3 predictions #maggie/nina #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands

[amozon28]

Spy x Family has done a really good job when it comes to slow burn developing all its characters and world building while still keeping the story interesting and enganging. and with the slow but steady way the characters and plot is being developed its clear to me that Endo has plans for this to be a long term series.

And while this type of story telling is very obvious with Twilight slowly letting his walls down around his family and falling inlvoe with his wife and loving his daughter through as his denials and “for the mission”s he tells himself i actually want to talk about Yor a bit here because her development is far more subtle.

for how happy and loving Yor is its very easy to forget or not notice how incredibly sad her life has been. she didnt get a chance at a childhood because at  very young age she had to become a parent to her younger brother, so much so that she developed her entire life around him. and once he became an adult and didnt need her anymore, she didnt have a life of her own.

and this is where we meet her at the beginning of the series, having no real friends, being told constantly by her coworkers that shes not normal, living in humble furnishings and only owning practical clothing despite having the money to treat herself and live comfortably. and shes still being an assassin despite not needing to provide for her brother.

and this is something she directly confronts during the cruise arc when theres a moment when she thinks she may die, and is at peace with it because up until this point her entire reason for existing, caring for her brother, had been fulfilled. and while she realizes shes still needed by her fake family, that isnt really a healthy substitute for how she values her life

and at first a lot of her development is around her insecurities around her new role as a mother and wife. which is understandable given the time period and the comments she has recieved from coworkers and others that see her as “lacking” in that regard. however everytime she expresses this Loid reassures her shes perfectly fine, and infact she stops thinking this way after the park bench conversation she has with Loid after knocking him out.

this panel is especially interesting to be because it really highlights WHY Yor has so many insecurities about what others think of her, she spent so much of her childhood alone and working instead of playing with other kids her age or having parents to take care of her. shes doesnt have a lot of socialization skills to help her navigate throught the world. its honestly why i think she clings to the title of “mother” and “wife” so hard because those roles has rules and expectations for how to act that she can figure out. but when it comes to just being “Yor” she doesnt know how shes supposed to be

which is why im REALLY excited for the future arcs involving the Ladys Patriot Society. Because all these ladys love Yor for being HERSELF, they praise her for her mothering skills, they think shes awesome and funny and sweet and genuinely enjoy her company. even when she fails or makes mistakes they dont put her down, because everyone makes mistakes thats normal

Yor has been the sole provider for her and her brother, and being in a league of assassins is mainly a solo job. she doesnt know how to work with others and always thinks she needs to carry her own weight, which is where a lot of her insecurities about not measuring up and having such a low sense of self worth comes from. but the ladys clubs dont treat her like that

im so excited so see how Yors arc of self worth outside of what she can “provide” for other people and just learnt o love herself as she is.

#yor forger #yor briar #spy x family #sxf meta #sxf #spy x family meta #sxf commentary #mine

[spacexseven]

aw man thats such a shame the ask didnt go through. in that case, is it ok if i resend it in this ask? though i dont remember exactly what i wrote D:

it was about yandere sea monster akutagawa begrudgingly shoving jewelry or something else of value he found in the sea into darlings hands, while hes secretly trying to savor the moment, feel darlings soft skin against his own etc :v

then theres the meek merman sigma who is too cautious to actually approach darling so he is stuck watching from afar

and then merman nikolai whos a little shit and probably makes darling fall into the water for shit and giggles. has no idea how to show affection and thinks "gentle" bullying is the way to go. in general he just loves to scare darling and sees nothing wrong with it

i just wanted to hear your thoughts/additions to it if thats alright with you ^^

have a nice day <3

alrighttt hello! very sorry i was a bit busy with school related stuff but i'm finally able to get to your ask :>

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, stalking, theft, nikolai (he's unhinged and needs his own warning)

akutagawa is always on the hunt for something to gift darling! since he's far too shy to actually talk to them, this is one of the only things he van actually do. at first he sticks to leaving things for them at a spot where he knows they'll see, like if they live near the water he might leave it nearby so they would know it's for them, and continue doing that for a while until either darling decides to wait at the spot to see who was leaving these little trinkets or he decides it's time to introduce himself. once it comes to a point where he can openly hand it over to them, he does so awkwardly slow just to be able to hold your hand for a little while, brush over your fingers, which were nothing like his. honestly it makes darling a little bit uncomfortable. it'll probably take a much longer time for him to open up to you more than this though (and at this stage i wouldn't say he's like full blown obsessed yet)

MERMAN SIGMA IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA OMG hes so cute i want to squish him anyways he's super super shy but more so if he's less merman and more sea creature (like dazai lol) because he's self conscious about his appearance knowing he looks nothing like darling's human companions and the thought that they might find him scary or unappealing torments him every day. obviously he can't help the way he looks, but he still yearns for their attention and affection. what he can do is watch darling for hours on end, hoping his observations would pay off in a situation where they might need his help, after dropping something into the waters, perhaps. because of how shy he is, it'a likely he would 'team up' with another mer (im eyeing nikolai maybe?) to get darling.

nikolai...is 100% more chaotic as a mer. unlike most of the rest he's the one to actually approach darling on his own, befriending them after convincing them he means no harm. he still roughs darling up a little, not afraid to tackle them or crush them into him when they get in the water. he would frighten them just to see them jump and push them into the water, pocketing their things just to keep as a souvenir when they're distracted trying to climb back to shore. he, like dazai, makes a lot of comments about dragging darling down to the bottom of the ocean, keeping them with him forever, etc. but if darling asks if him if he's serious, there won't be a response. he's unfiltered, but even he knows he should still hold back a little so he won't completely throw darling off.

#nikolai i want to cuddle w u 🤞 #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #bsd 🐟 #mer au 🐟 #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #sigma 🐟 #nikolai 🐟 #akutagawa 🐟

[bakubunny]

Left to my own devices I would ask 1-20 for your final fantasy husband- So please pick the ones the ones you're most drawn to answering for your WoL x Emet-Selch

left to my own devices, i’ll answer all 20 so here we fucking go. this is gonna be based my miqo’te wol xaele, featured in this fic. (she’s just a bratty self insert, let’s be honest.)

nose kisses or forehead kisses?

forehead kisses all the way

neck kisses or thigh kisses?

either would be great any day but neck kisses

heavy, hot, and passionate kisses or soft, sweet, and tender kisses?

you can’t convince me emet-selch doesn’t give soft, sweet, and tender kisses to someone he truly cares about. and my wol loves it.

spooning or one person laying their head on the other’s chest?

he’s okay with either but she prefers to lay her head on his chest.

hugs from behind or hugs from the front?

mostly from behind. he’s always sneaking up on her doing something. 🙄 he’s sweet about it though. usually.

“pancake” or “waffle” hand-holding?

waffle

romantic dinners at fancy restaurants or take out dinners on the couch?

throwing you for a loop: romantic (sometimes fancy) dinners at home. it would be kind of a drag if someone recognized him…. but at an establishment if they can get away with it.

constantly bragging about dating each other or keeping the relationship relatively secretive?

very secretive. again the whole “tried to ‘rejoin’ (destroy) the universe after breeding siring an entire race of people that are known for their cruelty,” bit is an issue.

playing with each others’ hair or giving each other back massages?

playing with each other’s hair.

constantly saying “i love you” or only say “i love you” during really serious/romantic moments?

mostly just during romantic/serious moments. maybe a little more once feelings are in the air.

calling each other by their names, plain and simple, or calling each other really flowery pet names?

it’s emet-selch. i couldn’t imagine him not using flowery pet names. (and yes, his sneered ‘warrior’ is a pet name when he’s cranky.) xaele often uses his ascian title or his true name, however when he’s being demanding, it’s sir or your radiance.

constantly hanging off of each other or keeping a tame distance in public?

people rarely or never see them together.

stay at home dates or out on the town dates?

he’s constantly whisking her away to all the places she’s never been that he would have gone with azem, sharing its history, and telling stories that he’s collected over thousands of years. he’s nostalgic as hell, and it’s adorable when she gets him going on something; she can see the joy it sparks on his face. (we’re ignoring some canon logistics and timeline events; it makes sense in the context of the fic.)

honeymoon at disney world or honeymoon on an island?

i don’t think emet-selch would be caught dead on a beach/island with skin so fair and perfect as his vessel’s. 🙄 he’d burn to a crisp just as quickly as her. but it’s still the most extravagant of honeymoons… because hades has always been a little picky, even as an ancient.

formal/fancy wedding or casual wedding?

see above. 💀 formal, but very private. xaele still tries to talk him out of it because she doesn’t want that.

kids or no kids?

i think we can probably all agree emet-selch has a massive breeding kink. but they don’t want kids.

love at first sight or slow burn?

love at first sight… but more complicated lmao.

cuddle in bed or need their space to sleep?

he loves to cuddle. she needs her space.

gifting love letters/poems or gifting flowers?

emet-selch does both… but his affection for eloquent love letters and poetry happens more often than the other. xaele isn’t great with words or much of a talker (unless she’s talking back to a certain ascian), so flowers would be what she gives.

value anniversaries/important relationship dates or nah?

he does know the exact date of every important moment in their relationship and values it, but he knows that her scattered, sundered brain is much more forgetful than he…. so he makes an effort to plan for anniversaries, etc.

#i miss him more than words can express #he is everything to me #i have thought about this way too deeply #xaele #emetwol #emet selch #ffxiv #emet selch x wol #final fantasy xiv #ask games #self shipping

[momo-hearts]

[Effie] - Saude

× Effie is almost a complicated character for me to imagine an 'X reader' with. But it'll work for sure, either you met in the same company as him or have to go hand-to-hand before CANTO III took place or before when Dante took place.

× neither way you could go to the enemies to lovers arc depending on severity and due to his judgemental and snarky nature it can be 1-100 severity. You can meet him as an underling (someone whose been took under a more higher position. ) or as an enemy meeting him accidentally.

× note to self that, his snarky and doesn't take anything at face value unlike Saude. His a smug ass bastard and many has given up on his personality, but it can be a lower severity by gaining his respect.

× like in CANTO ||| they gained Effies respect by their strange doing of things. It's hard to pick point what get his 'respect' since his screen time is very little. I lead that to you but the rest is what I see in him.

× let's say you gained his respect by impressing wits or abnormal solutions to things that could take a long time but you shortened it by finding a more abnormal or weird way to do it.

× he's still snarky and judgemental but it was lowered and he does tease. Alot. Alot than a normal person could take actually. Though he seemed carefree and doesn't hold any genuine hatred or grudges for long which is kinda surprising for his character.

× it'll be extremely slow burn since gaining his respect is one thing while gaining his affection is a whole other step. I won't go to detail and I will leave that to your interpertion to do.

× as for him getting into a relationship, it could be said as 'prideful'. He'll show a picture of you and talk about you when he met a new person, sometimes. Well not on work though, he'll also keep quiet until someone ask about his status THEN he pull up.

× his ideal date would be an amusement park, hell drag you to win games and crazy rides together. Itll be funny if you won and he looses everytime at the carnival games.

× you'll see his frustrated face as you drag him away to make sure he doesn't damage anything. (He curses too.)

Effie - [Saude]

× saude is... More complicated per say. She's like meursalt, but less cold face. To say she have an 'X reader' is also up for debate for me. (I can't really think of a way the reader or saude would fall for each other.) But the same as Effie, it have to be before CANTO III or CANTO III never happened.

× this wouldn't be enemies-lovers arc but more like... Coworkers type of love. To be honest I find her to be hard to fall for, so it'll be a long while and you have to know her for a long time for it to happen.

× she's very calm person, unlike Effie her counterpart. Handling arguments would be a very peaceful thing and it would never be escalate to loud voices. She have common sense. (I don't know what to put here..)

× you don't know if saude have fallen for you or not since that close eyed smile was always on her face. Unreadable people can say sometimes...

× though, she rather express things with doing things for you instead of giving you gifts. She rather give you gifts on holidays or special days, her love language is acts of service and quality time.

× her ideal date would be a quiet movie night or a fancy dining. Anything that's not too loud or too quiet for her is fine, though she doesn't mind going anywhere with you. It's just her preference, as long as you are happy then she's happy.

× she's understanding, if anything troubles you she will know and tries her best to cheer you up or make things good for the both of you. She won't make you even more upset, she wants to make thinge right.

× as in the way she told her status of relationship.. It would be she would just say it out right. She's not as prideful' as Effie persay but she really does like talking about you sometimes. (Only to her close friends.)

× she's wont get that embarrassed when she's talking about yu, she will pull you to her side showing you off. Only happens two to three times a month.

× but when she does well... She have a very cute flustered face I would say.

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[kaisatouofeachday]

On the ‘Kai is alive’ theory… (TW: Mentions of wounds/Self-Harm/Suicide)

I’ll be listing in the order of user Mello_Is_Cool on Reddit (where this theory originated from, I think?). This expresses both sides of the story multiple times.

‘The way his wrists were cut were not fatal. They have to be cut vertically to die.’

This is incorrect. If we use the sprites that show Kai’s cuts as an example, I can explain a few things about this.

Using the blood splatters, we can assume that he cut on the inside of his wrists horizontally. Let’s go over something important:

‘Vertically is more dangerous because it goes across the veins, but horizontal can slit veins & arteries in one strike whilst vertical takes multiple.’

This means, logically, a horizontal strike (or in this case, strikes) would kill him quicker. But this all depends on how deep the cut is. Arteries are deep in the muscle. There are two sides you can choose here: “Then Kai would be dead, right?” or “But that depends on how deep the cuts are. Kai could very well be alive.” I agree with both sides - No definitive opinions from me. YTTD can go many ways depending on Kai, since he’s the only victim that knows of ASU-NARO’s plans.

‘There is no “this character has expired’ text for Kai whilst everyone else has one!’

The only time we see Kai “dead” is in Sou’s POV. Sara didn’t see Kai die, which means that may be just a Sara thing.

Also, let’s talk about the victim videos. In specific, Hinako’s. It’s implied that Hinako died right after saying her thank you’s, as Sara’s dialogue said Ranger kept on beating up her body even when already dead. On that video, there was no ‘The girl has expired’ or anything of the sort. She could’ve not been in the right state of mind to say it with Kai after it hit in fully that her best friend was dead. She said it with Jou, yet kept on clicking the button because she didn’t fully believe it.

You can make the argument that she only says it if it happens in real time, but with the dolls in chapter 3, she doesn’t think/say it either. If it were only for human beings, that doesn’t fit with Sara’s character at that point. She was debating on whether a doll’s life is of the same value as a human’s life - meaning it should apply.

‘There was no audio for the conversation with Kai & Jou, meaning that someone should say what that conversation was about. It is more likely to be Kai.’

There are many, many loose threads that’ve been left untied in YTTD that we’ll likely never see. I believe this is one of them - solely because I believe this is a talk about Joe getting Sara out of the Death Game using the Sacrifice that Kai had betrayed after his survival instinct kicked in.

Now, the credibility of this statement actually comes from Joe. Remember his final words of when he said Sou & Kai weren’t bad people? I believe it had a double meaning. We know that he is able to lie to people very well (if you don’t call him out for being the sage, Keiji calls him out for it. A detective, fully believing the lie), & this applies to adding extra layers to things that he says.

That’s just a theory, though. There’s definitely a likelihood of it being something other than that.

‘Kai did not want to die but killed himself right after.’

This is to defy ASU-NARO, to spark hope into Sara so that she can move on & defeat ASU-NARO (you aren’t saying that his final words were useless. That’s not Kai’s character & we ALL know it). In fact, for all of them. It was a resignation, because Kai knew better than anybody else that he couldn’t escape death from ASU-NARO, so he wanted Sara to do what he couldn’t: to defeat them.

‘His hand in the photo below is too tense to be a dead man’s hand & rigor mortis takes hours to kick in.’

He may not have died immediately. This is another possibility for the no expiration text; everyone left before he actually died. Cuts don’t kill immediately. It’s a slow, painful death. This gives some credibility to the statement, no? Though… That’s really all I have for this.

& I’ve been writing & looking for sources to write this for literal hours at this point so I’ll write a second part to this later on!! Feel free to add on to this with points of your own.

#kai satou #satou kai #daily yttd #self harm #self h@rm #suicide #cutting #kimi ga shine #yippeeeeeeeeeeeeee #your turn to die #yttd