#in what world are you thinking ''what if someone brings god onto this train. that wouldnt be fair. lets ban it''

[pippuns]

what do you mean god is banned from the battle subway

#arceus #ingo #pokemon #submas #and generic depot agents 1 and 2 #hysterical. why did ingo and emmet put in provisions that banned legendaries specifically #in what world are you thinking ''what if someone brings god onto this train. that wouldnt be fair. lets ban it'' #you can ride your motorcycle on the lines but you cant bring god onto them #im obsessed #pippart #comics #u can thank smurg for this one btw

[httpskuzuu]

Everything you need

this man makes me feel things

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes.

tw: kidnapping, yandere, mention of: broken bones, abuse, punishment (nothing explicit really), stockholm syndrome, brainwashing, reader needs therapy urgently, memory loss, broken reader, fyodor is a general tw

There were days when your mind wouldn't leave you alone. How long had you been here? Who were you before you met Fyodor? Did you have family? Friends? You remembered nothing.

Fyodor took everything from you, but did you really have anything to take from you before?

Today is one of those days, your mind doesn't stop scheming, and he knows, he always knows. Your mind always seemed like it was open like a book to him. No need for words between you, he just by looking at you knew what you were thinking, what you were feeling and what hurt.

You remember how that bothered you at first, you felt naked being with someone who was almost a mind reader. Now you don't remember why you felt upset, Fyodor knows everything and that brings you comfort.

Maybe it bothered you because you used to be rebellious, with a fighting spirit that you assumed was indomitable. Well, you were wrong, but you're better now, or so Fyodor says. He says you're much prettier when you're submissive, you believe him.

Sometimes memories came to you, memories of unfamiliar faces, sensations all over your body, sometimes you could remember a name you didn't know who it belonged to, sometimes a voice.

The memories you hate and love the most at the same time are the ones involving Fyodor: they bring pain, broken bones, screams, cries, but they can also bring security, hugs, soft words.

Today a memory came to you, a name and a voice, it was so soft, so pleasant, you wondered who it belonged to, some friend with the nicest smile in the world? Maybe a relative who always cared about you?

Fyodor's hand makes your train of thought cut off. He strokes your hair for a few moments and then runs his thumb along the line of your jaw.

You looked up at his face from your position lying on his chest. You no longer remember what you were thinking. You think you should apologize, you don't know exactly why, there is no need to, Fyodor is good now that you are good too, a compassionate and kind God.

You relax against his body and let his hand have a free way. You look at the book he holds in his other hand, it is in Russian and you wish you could understand it to distract your mind.

He knows that. "Do you want me to read to you, моя любовь?" his accent is thick and the vibrations from his chest escalate to your whole body. You nod weakly.

Fyodor's voice is calm, and along with the sound of his heart manages to melt you onto his chest.

Your mind is now blank, you can't and don't want to think. Why do you need to think in the first place? You have Fyodor with you, that's more than enough.

His hand runs all over your body, ends up reaching your wrist. His touch takes you back to the day he broke it, you can't help but shudder at that, and he notices. Fyodor's hand moves gently into your hair again.

You close your eyes wearily. After a few minutes, Fyodor stops reading, and you feel a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Я тебя люблю.*"

*Я тебя люблю: i love you 🤭

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #yandere fyodor #yandere bsd

[chronically-ghosted]

✨ happy new year! ✨

it's not yet 2024 where i am but it is where my love @ravensmadreads is, so happy new year already enjoying january 1st!

i usually overthink around my birthday as i march towards death but you lovely people have really made me think about 2023 as it comes to a close. i feel weird talking about myself (unless im drunk and we haven't started drinking yet so hold onto your butts for that possibility), so i'm just going to say this:

You all changed my life.

there, that's it. if you read this and you think it doesn't mean you, yes it does. not a day goes by where this place, this community does not bring me joy and warmth. i hope you get that job you wanted, or you get that fur baby adoption you've been hoping for, or you get accepted to that school you wanted to, or you graduate with all the honors, or you create the thing you've always wanted to, or you get the baby you've been hoping for, or the person who makes you heart flip says i love you. i'm nervous about next year because it truly feels like a year where anything can happen 🤍

now to the fandom stuff:

i've never done a fic rec list because inevitably, i'm a fucking moron and i leave someone out. i know it hurts when i'm left out of a fic rec list so i never want to do that to anyone here. what follows is a list of fics that spoke specifically to me. the old saying goes is that you don't write fanfic for yourself, you write it for the five freaks on discord that can't write coherent sentences after you publish -- and it's true. fanfic isn't about numbers -- i would much rather write for my five freaks on my discord (where my work has deep, emotional impact for them) than try to write for a large crowd that i will never ever manage to please all at once.

my wish for you in 2024 you all find your freaks. and i hope i'm one of them.

side note: there are a couple fics not on the list because i wanted to highlight fics that i didn't see much on other end of the year rec lists. but @iamskyereads 's Compulsion should be read in graduate programs and @whatsnewalycat already knows i'm going to name my first born child after her for her Psychomanteum. yall rock my goddamn world.

so without further adieu . . . these are the fics i read this year that tickled me pink.

God is a Woman by @wheresarizona the way arizona writes max is entirely unique. i love her descriptions of how cold he is and how he doesn't breathe. i read this and had to rethink everything i ever wrote for max

the impaler by @kiwisbell the dracula x johnathan x mina vibes in this are spectacular. this is a pairing i never thought i'd see much less enjoy so thoroughly. why is older tim being seduced by a younger max so hot??

night one by @haylzcyon this is one of the first fics i read by hayley and she pretty much set the standard for all marcus pike fics moving forward. his endless patience, his flirty attitude, how he see things the reader won't admit, and then the sleeping bag -- god i'd read a thousand more fics about this dymanic

blood & tinsel by @morallyinept so if i tried to list all of my favorite jett fics, we'd be here all night. but this one stands out to me because it's so well built. the description of the vampire "trance" or "glamor" or "compulsion" without using any of those words is INCREDIBLE. plus max is face-meltingly hot in this.

the world turned on its side by @idolatrybarbie this was a surprise that came outta nowhere, but it hit me like a fucking train. bea weaves a story that sticks with you and creates a frankie that makes my entire soul sing.

heat by @wordywarriorwrites okay, listen. the beauty of fanfic is that you can have insane, animalistic smut AND literary level writing. this fic is both. i have yet to come across another frankie abo fic that makes the dynamic more than a reason for the blorbos to fuck like animals. it's so well done, there's so much love here.

in fiction @sin-djarin yall know dieter is my boy so i am VERY particular about how he is written in fic. everyone's interpretation is valid, but for dieter fics to resonate with me, there has to be this special blend of humor, kindness, dorkiness, and a sexiness you didn't expect. this fic is all of that and more.

reminiscence by @projectionistwrites this was one of the first joel fics i read and there's something about it that just . . . feels right, feels natural to Joel. there's a raw honesty to both joel and the reader that just sunk into my chest. the back and forth over the drink, the SMUT, everything is just this beautiful snapshot of two lonely people in the apocalypse.

oct' 19 x ghosts by @trulybetty another author that if i tried to choose a favorite, i simply couldn't. betty created a lovely, lovely world with this one (and the rest of the prompts for this one and her december prompts). i love fics that add a new layer to dieter and this one opened him up in a way that made him glow!

renegade by @eupheme my personal favorite brand of joel is one that comes alive between reader's thighs. more boulder than human until you bring something to the surface. and this totally captures that. im a sucker for a good qz fuck-that-verges-on-love and i adore everything about it.

Dominica by @ohforficsake if you ever need proof that notes do not reflect the quality of a fic, look no further. the language, the mastery of tension, and beauty of these descriptions are one two punches that knock me on the ass. genuinely one of my favorite frankie fics of all time.

wanna bet? by @write-and-buried i debated putting this or her celestial navigation fic on this list, but this one just tickles me. i love it when authors throw in a confident, sex-obsessed dieter now and again and this makes me howl. and the DEBAUCHERY of the statue oh my god!

give it to me @sp00kymulderr okay now to be fair, this review is entirely biased. i genuinely love gideon and all that they bring to this fandom. plus, they let me scream about dieter and then sends me dieter pictures that make me scream even louder. this fic is SO important to me. dieter here is everything i need and want: hesitant, anxious, but so madly in love. if i could wake up in one single fic every day, it'd be this one.

stepwise by @the-scandalorian i joined this fandom through din and this has been, and always will be, one of my top favorites. the evolution of din from being touch averse to LUSTING after it, it kills me. it's a oneshot but so much is accomplished in such a short time. the writing here is simply superb.

salvatore by @devilmademewriteit i came for the premise, stayed for the smut, and continued for the banter. i go back to this one all the time for inspiration with my own writing and then i get sucked in and read the whole thing through -- twice. javi drives me absolutely wild in this.

a whole new can of worms by @hier--soir i accidentally read this out of order initially, but this was just reason for me to reread it from start to finish. fwb!joel can be really hit or miss for me, and primarily because this fic sets the standard. this feels like a real joel, a joel that has lost and found loved ones all through out his life and now in jackson, he can finally relearn what it means to be a lover. so good, so fun with the banter -- and the friggin' greenhouse scene -- woof!

telltale heart @astroboots i am a SUCKER for 'frankie fixes his life' fics and this is one of the best. there are consequences for his choices in colombia, one that almost has him lose his family, and the woman he loves. this a real, genuine struggle for two people to overcome a seemingly impossible challenge in their marriage. you know the phrase, love conquers all? yeah this is that fic.

brand you in the way it counts by @charnelhouse charnel was one of the first authors i read for the pedroverse -- and i mean i READ her. i read every single one of her fics at least twice and this one always sends me over the edge. it's such an inspiration to my own writing and i keep going back to her whole body of work to be reminded i can always improve my own writing

west by @radiowallet when people want to know why fanfic matters, i want to show them this fic. it is achingly beautiful and written with a loving and gentle hand. joel is a messy, broken man but still capable, still good, still wanting to find love in this and i adore everything about this. Oneshots can be more devastating than multichapters because they end and this is one of them that drags me back to it constantly.

And to that weird little dude out of Chile who has no idea how much light he brings to the world…

Much love, Taylor 🤍

#the very last #taylor rambles #of 2023 #yall lucked out

[infinite-hearts-333]

Tay Friend head canons and stuff i guess.

The beloved autism is currently mad at me and i am suffering due to stress and low social battery. What do i do to fix this? Feed you lot i guess lol.

Pspspssp @onyxonline I’m back at it again lol

Starting off strong with

Maya :D (now confirmed roommate and best friend heheh) @fishy0bishy

Maya defiantly is gonna be the one that gets the most spontaneous gifts, due to their shared passion for nature, and Tay’s tendencies to hand out any plant matter as humanly possible. She’s also gonna be the one, (along side Andri probably,) to slowly chip through the masking Tay does so that at least in their little group they can be a little bit more wild.

They would have defiantly met in the green house, cause ofc a magic school has one of those duh. Tay goes there when thing’s are a little bit too much cause the greenery reminds them of the bush of home, and well i think we all know why Maya is there lol.

Maya is the BEST. stim toy ever. Period. Tay would spend hours just tracing their finger along Maya’s wood limbs with their finger if they could SSSKSK.

Andri (support and enabler) @north-heats-stronghold

Absolutely calls Tay Dudelet. Like a mix of dude and dudette?? Get it?? (M sorry XD)

Lil silly man makes Tay very giddy and wild. They go crazy. I love the idea that Tay would eat Australian foods and everyone one is like. The fuck. Will force feed Andri fairy bread, and he will enjoy it /jk

Emotionally conscious enough to provide Tay a safe place to go crazy and not having to worried about masking. Which is excellent. Also provides correct complements for things that others simply wont catch, completing tasks they don’t like, doing something with confidence, speaking their opinion in large crowds ect. Very good for them yes yes.

LET THEM TRAIN TOGETHER!!!!! Really wanna make something where Andri get Tay to agree on training together and Tay all confident and chatty as a witch and everyone’s like :00000

My god, if magic does influence them outside of their ‘magic girl form’ and Andri can change his body heat at will Tay is gonna be ALLL over it. Massive heat stealer. Andri will never escape their cold hands XDDD

Drapes all over him. Or leans. They’re not tired! Just listening to you :>

Miguel (comfort- he did not sign up for this XDDD) @novalizinpeace

Was it because he’s (slightly) intimating so he’ll scare off people? Is it because of the big fluffy jumper? Did Tay sense weakness? Who knows, but now Miguel is now stuck with them lol.

Reread up on their bios (again) but honestly, he kinda asked for this position lol. With his powers, he’s literally the ONLY person in the entire school that will have even the slightest clue on how Tay is feeling with masking and repression (yippee!!!) at stages, even they don’t know, so it is excellent to have someone that will understand and not brush them off for being ‘to immature’ or ‘to emotional’. Probably looks like a sad kicked puppy to him HAHA.

They can do parallel play!!! More so when Miguel first gets there with his worries about ‘how good his English is’, cause Tay is fine to just sit and do their own thing, together :> No talking required!

Defiantly would hold onto Miguel’s sleeves if they’re walking together lol.

Miguel is not ready for when someone insults him and Tay goes apeshit on them haha. No one is mean to their friend >:)))

Rosa (bad influence lol) also belongs to Nova :> ^^

Met through Maya, and was utterly terrified of her haha. (Tay’s also bigger than Rosa, which makes it more hysterical.)

Resorted to bringing Rosa different seeds in hopes she wouldn’t bite them. And once they were more use to each other started bringing her native Australian plants, (which are apparently weird as shit to the rest of the world??? Y’all basic).

Rosa probably tolerates them more than other people cause their quiet lol.

Plant scientists! “This is a banksia. When the big fires come, they use the heat to melt the wax around the seed pods and shoot their seeds out once the fire is gone.”

“THEY EXPLODE?”

“… technically?”

#♾ art #my art #oc #smiling critters oc #oura thorn #smiling critters #spellcasters au #Tay Bridgeback #Spellcaster! Oura Thorn #north heat #Sunny yolk #merrit ferret #Lizzy spiral

[pyporapy]

Hey Jay :) give me a rundown of your OCs >:)

This has been sitting in my askbox for a while and I forgor to reply sorry Birby 😭🙏

Anyway!!! Let me give you the shortest possible rundown of my ocs as I try not to die in the process:

This is Grisha. He’s a bitch and can see dead people but it’s not a good thing. Chronically ill because of the dead people thing and has Some Issues regarding religion. Suffers of the godforsaken combination of “too many trust issues” x “very desperate for human connection”. God’s little chew toy and very painfully aware of it

This is Felix. He tries to be cool but is actually just some guy (and a kinda lame one at that but in a good way, at least). Has some deep-seated issues regarding himself and his sense of identity after years of pretending to be someone he isn’t for people that were never all that worth it but surely this won’t ever come back to bite him in the ass at some point. Neither will the fact he keeps running away from the past. Very emotionally congested but acts like he’s alright and chilling. Loves his daughter and is a true doñita at heart. Also he’s half ecuadorian which is important to mention to Me, an ecuadorian

This is Laura. She’s as close as we get to the only normal person in the cast but if anything she’s just the Least fucked up one. Constantly stressed and an overachiever. Enough caffeine in her blood to kill a horse. She does a good job at making people respect her but also she’s a girlfailure at heart. Not nearly enough social skills which is why her best friend is the only other guy in the office who doesn’t have friends either. Needs a hug and a nap but is too proud to ask for any of those. Doesn’t believe in the supernatural at all so she feels like everyone around her is pulling an incredibly elaborate prank to which she doesn’t get the punchline

This is Viktoria. She’s a bodyguard and a trained assassin since childhood. Feels incredibly disconnected from her emotions due to this that when they hit her on like a random tuesday at 3 AM she doesn’t know what to do. Feels more like a tool than a person and is so used to people not actually paying attention to her as a human being that when someone does she’s too awkward to keep the interaction going. Can and will kill you but she just wants to retire at this point. Tough and terrifying but also kinda lame but she’s allowed to be. As a treat

This is Cain. He’s a priest but he doesn’t actually believe in God, at least not in the orthodox way. Only reason he has the job is that they found him outside the church like a kitten in a wet box and decided to take him in, and the only reason he keeps the job is that somehow he’s good enough at it that more people join the church. A huge asshole so people either genuinely like having him around or just put up with him. Can also see dead people but it’s not nearly as catastrophic as Grisha’s case. Also incapable of forming healthy connections with people but that’s a problem he refuses to unpack

This is Gabrijel. He’s a millionaire and a model and a celebrity and a philantropist and a cult leader but the public is unaware of only one (1) of those things, and you can probably guess which one. Manipulative and cunning and overall a pretty terrible guy but charismatic enough for people to think there’s nothing wrong with him. Completely derranged but composed enough….until he Isn’t. Viktoria can’t stand him and anyone that works directly under him doesn’t like him but he’s too pretty to be bothered I suppose. Wants to bring literal Hell onto the world bc he thinks he’s Jesus or something bigger. Wouldn’t want him to haunt the narrative or anything, that would suck

The very general plot is that a bunch of people are being murdered. Grisha and Laura investigate it. Felix gets involved because he knew one of the victims and has mysteriously large amounts of information. Gabrijel is responsible for it and it’s all linked to his evil plan(TM). He first tasks Viktoria with killing them but Viktoria is done with his shit so she acts as a double agent for him and for Laura so she can Maybe get a day of peace in her life for once. Everything goes to shit at some point but I can talk abt it later since I feel like this is already too convoluted(?). And Cain is just There for the drama of it all ig

That’s it ty for asking and sorry for taking so long avdhebfhej hopefully I will share some more canon stuff here or on instagram instead of silly things 🙏 they haven’t left my head in over six years and I might start making it everyone’s problem I’m afraid

#forgot to add that homosexual sheananigans ensue but i think that was obvious #grisha is living in a horror thriller #laura and felix in a crime procedural #viktoria in a psychological drama #gabrijel in those movies abt girls having the craziest summer of their lives #and cain in a telenovela #that’s the summary of the summary dhufnfjfnfjrj #anyway i had fun doing this so if yall have any more questions drop them in my askbox i promise i’ll try to not forget ehe…… #long post #pyporapy oc

[darling-answers]

Can you do a young Ana x fem reader Fluff alphabet thank you 💜💜

Credits for the fluff alphabet goes to @snk-warriors thank you!❤️

Request are always open so please send them in!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- if this is before she had her daughter she would like to go outside, maybe go hiking, enjoy nature, Ana doesn’t have as much free time on her hands as she would like but she still values the time she had with her s/o.

- if this is after she had her daughter, you guys probably won’t get much of a free time to spend together cause Pharah is either attached to one of you or both of you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- Ana would admired her s/o hips, placing her hand on her hip for comfort maybe rubbing circles into the hip bone. She thinks your hips are beautiful because it a perfect place to hold onto not only that but also a resting place. She wants to make it a place where it holds security when she places her hand on your hips.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- Ana is calm in these situations, wherever she catches you in a panic attack or you’re feeling down. She will first kneel down and see if you can Atleast recognize her voice, once she knows you can hear she will ask if she can touch you, if allowed she will wrap her arms around you, bringing you in embrace, rocking gently whispering sweet words in your ear. If you do not want her touching you she will place her coat near you if you need that for comfort and will try and distract you with a book.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- Ana will picture you and her settling down in Fiji or in Egypt. Pharah coming over every weekend to spend time with Pharah family. Ana making tea while you share some tales of Ana missions to your guys grandchildren.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- Ana will be more of a dominant one, yes she could be passive but dominant is something that was trained into her, and especially if you’re a brat she will put you in your place.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- she would forgive you instantly, she not stubborn, she thinks learning and forgiving is the best thing to do. She had those value skills of wanting her family not to argue and fight so forgiving is a huge thing for her.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- she grateful to even be alive and kicking, she values being alive and the moments she has with you is something she prays to her god and how grateful she is to have you step by step. I

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

- she would have some secrets not secrets enough to hurt the family or her relationship with you, but she does have some secrets that are more embarrassing than anything. She would tell you but she doesn’t want you changing the appearance you have on her.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- It made Ana realize is that life is short and the only thing you can do is live your life to the fullest, she misses the chances she gets with you but knows that Overwatch is there to save the world and she apart of that. She just hope you will forgive her for any mistakes that cost the lives of others.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- even if Ana is young, she still does not get as jealous as a lot of other people she knows you would never cheat on her, and she trust us that you would be able to combat the flirting if someone comes and tries to advance on you.if the flirting becomes to much and she notice that someone is really trying to get you she will beat the crap out of that person, one punch and a swing under there legs and they will be laying on the floor passed out.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- I think she is a really good kisser, she had her practice in her early years and the kisses only becomes better later on, and now that she has you, she can practice everything on you.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- she would bring flowers and come up to your doorstep when she knows you’re home. She will gently hand you the flowers and then state your full name and then ask you if you would be willing to date her, if you say yes she will nod, ask you on a date and then carry on.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- Ana would like to get married when everything settles down and your or her is not having to worry about dying the next morning. Their marriage would be something sweet and simple, having the overwatch agents come with Ana family. Pharah will be the flower girl and you would have Mercy or Moira ( or you’re favorite girl) as your maid of honor.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- There is a lot of Arabic names and would call you but if it was any English names I think the first name she would call you is dear.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- when they are in love it is crashing hard in love, they will not be as obvious as for months they try and find a way to prove there feelings are not worth the chances but when she finally realize that there feelings should matter they instantly go after the source.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

They are upfront of their relationship, she doesn’t brag about there s/o because she feels her s/o is her own person and doesn’t want to brag like a item, they are not shy with there kisses and hugs but she doesn’t want to fully do a whole bunch of pda because of the rules of Overwatch. If others are watching them kisses she will not care but if it in a more vulnerable position she instantly becomes protective.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

- she is quick with the her eyes, she is very clever and has very good perspective she will pick up on you swaying your hips or clutching something. She will know when your frustrated just from first look.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- she is romantic in the way of the old times, going to the movies, walking around a mall, going to a secluded area to make out. She is more cliche than creative.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- absolutely Ana loves helping her s/o achieve her goals she will go out of her way to make sure that her s/o gets the chance to complete her goal even if she needs to make changes to her schedule, she absolutely believes that her love can complete anything as long as they out there mind to it.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- I think Ana would like to stick to a certain schedule she doesn’t need the thrill of excitement to make her have fun in a relationship, I think she would want her relationship to be just as special but sticking to do the certain routine of date nights being on a Sunday.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- she understands her partner perfectly she knows when her partner needs the comfort and is always there take care of her partner. She will go out of her way to get her partner whatever they need to brighten the mood.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Her relationship with her daughter and her s/o is one of the most important things in her life and she sticks to that, the only person she feels come close to that is Reinhardt or Soldier 76. She will do whatever it takes to keep her s/o.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

In bed cuddling she will put her whole leg over your hip and embrace you in a bear hug, why she does it she doesn’t know but she refuse to quit, she also will always the one position close to the door incase someone breaks in and she needs to put herself infront of her s/o

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, not so much, the rule of no pda or knowing about relationship is still there and a big thing to Ana, if she flaunts her relationship she will be putting you in harm and that the last thing she wants to do. But she still values affection so at home you will be getting all the cuddles and kisses you want.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- Ana does not show how much she misses her S/o she follows the rules in not letting her feelings get to her in the middle of a mission or any combat protocol she is put into. She will text or call you at the end of the day depends on where you are and if you fell asleep or not.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- she will protect you from anything even at the cost of her own life, she knows you can protect yourself but the worry in her heart is to strong, she will become reckless and desperate if your kidnapped and won’t stop until you’re either found or you’re kidnappers are put to justice,

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #darlingfics #overwatch headcanons #Ana Amari #ana amari x reader #ana x reader #overwatch Ana

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Swiss/GNreader

Swiss is enchanted by you. So in return he decides to enchant you... just a little differently. 

No smut but VERY NUDE GHOUL and very suggestive.

Today has been such a good day. The weather was perfect, you didn't have any chores to do, you relaxed with your friends in the church gardens almost all day. Just soaking up the sun and catching up on things you haven't been able to before now. It left you feeling refreshed and in a really good mood. 

It's early afternoon, you say your goodbyes to your friends and head back down to your room. A nap sounds really really good right now. Just a quick one. Or maybe you'll just tidy things up around your room. You wonder what's happening for dinner tonight. You are hungry… perhaps you could have a quick snack… you're so lost in your train of thought you don't realise you've made it to the door that leads into the common room you share with Copia’s ghouls. 

After swinging the door open you let yourself in and start to think about what you're going to eat before you're forced to stop dead in your tracks. 

Your eyes go wide. Your blood freezes in your veins. Your heart stops beating.  

Sitting just opposite you, on the other side of the room is Swiss. Sitting pretty perched on the bench… completely naked. 

Your eyes meet. He cocks his head to the side and breaks out into the cheekiest smile you've ever seen. You have no words. Was this on purpose? Have you walked in on something that was meant for someone else? The door is still wide open. You could just slip back through it and pretend this never happened to save yourself a world of embarrassment. 

But god…. He's so pretty. Putting himself on display. Legs open, hands on either side of his thighs, with the most cunning look adorned on his face. You're using every single ounce of self control you could possibly muster, forcing your eyes to stay on his and not flick down just slightly…

“You gonna close it or you want the whole church to see what belongs to you?” 

Oh. 

Oh okay. 

You slam the door shut behind you. But keep your feet planted on the ground. 

“Mine?” you ask him.

“Mmmhmm” he hums back at you. He can't seem to wipe the grin off his face. Clearly pleased with your reaction, and very smug that his little plan worked so well. 

But he can tell you're a little unsure…. Not for long though…

“You wanna play with me?” 

You start to take small steps closer at his question. Finally letting your eyes travel down… down ….down. Ohhhhhhhhh my god.

Every inch of him is absolutely perfect. So handsome yet so fucking pretty. Your knees are weak, your mouth is dry. You're struggling to find words. 

When you finally reach him. You reach out and let your hands feel his skin. Dragging them up and down his flexed arms, down his chest and across his stomach… then down his muscled thighs stopping at his knees. He hooks a leg around your back and slowly pulls you closer into him. Now you're stood between his legs staring up at him as he smirks down at you. 

“Hmmmm? You wanna play with me? Because I wanna play with you…” he whispers into your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat and your cheeks flush at how forward he is. He is utterly intoxicating. 

You bring your hands up again, letting them linger on his bare chest. His muscles twitch at the contact your cold fingers make with his heated skin. 

“Mine…?” you ask again. You need to make sure you're not hallucinating this. You can't be. His scent, the heat radiating off him, the way his voice… as smooth as honey, confirms to you that you are indeed his….

“Yes sweetness…all yours” and at that he dips his head down to let his lips latch themselves onto your neck. Your hands grab hold of his shoulders to hold yourself up. You can already feel your legs giving out on you.

When you release a breathy moan at the small amount of pleasure he has awarded you… he pulls away and rests his forehead of yours. 

“Lets go bub… i'm all yours until the sun rises” he whispers to you again. He doesn't want to ruin the mood, he doesn't want to rip you out of the blissed out state you seem to be in already. And fuck he has barely had you yet. You don't even realise how tightly you have him wrapped around your little finger. The things he would do for you. The feelings you unknowingly pull from him, he has yet to understand himself. 

The two of you will sort that out another time. But for now.. He has a promise to keep up. 

So he hops off the bench, takes your hand in his and leads you, still with a fuzzy mind from a simple kiss on the neck, into his room and straight into his bed. Where he keeps you for hours. 

Even after the sun rose.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #marys musings

[thinplacesradio]

a field of white, three-bladed wind turbines at night, seen through a car's windshield. deep blue sky. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:

[021] THE BALANCE. A CALLER FEELS WISTFUL. THE HOST WATCHES WINDMILLS.

listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:

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Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,

and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.

[Thin Places theme] 

I’m coming to you awed from my studio, which is what I like to call this silent, endless field of windmills I’ve found myself at the foot of. I am smaller even than the dot at the center of the blades. Every second, they blink red, then go dark again. Red. Black. Red. Black. There. It’s like they’re all breathing together, or all looking out for something, a hundred eyes opening in unison.

Something is beginning to spin them off in the distance, coming this way. I don’t feel a breeze. The night air is still and empty. But something has them shuddering and turning, faster and faster, moving through the herd like a swarm of biting flies.

So… what is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you’ve got going on in your life - feelings, omens, premonitions, hauntings.

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I am feeling particularly wistful this evening, and wondering if time itself has lost its balance. Maybe, just maybe, there is something out there - smaller than we think it is. 

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You’ve got me wistful over here, too, caller – next door to you in the neighborhood of the cosmos.

I don’t think time has a balance – or, if she does, not one that I will ever understand.

[steel guitar - eerie, curious music begins]

There is no real moment where the hourglass is balanced. A grain of sand doesn’t suspend itself in midair. The next one is always falling behind it. We never have the present moment. And yet, the present moment is all we ever have.

Time doesn’t need to hold steady. She passes. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes relentlessly, but she never pauses, not once. There is life to live. There is rot to progress. There is hair to gray and water to flow and billboards to peel and bleach white. Even if you lose track of her, she never loses track of you. Well. Of most of us.

We’re all one of those little grains of sand, caller. Everything big is made up of something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. The windmill field is each windmill, and each blade, and each atom of metal, and each person who welded it together in the factory, who loaded its parts onto the train that would bring it across the country to this place, who worked the machinery to piece it all together. And each of those people is every moment they’ve ever been through, and every person they’ve ever loved, and every mistake they’ve ever made, and every bright thing that’s captured their interest or their ire.

Am I making any sense, listeners? Maybe not. I’ll try again. The big things are hard to touch. We let them pass through us and then remember how it felt. We keep the big things in the small things, because the small things are what we have. But that’s good. That makes them easier to hold on to.

I’m here. So are you. All the impossible things exist anyway. And thank God for that.

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[a swarm of creatures]

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The windmill above me is creaking to life. There’s still no wind, but I can feel something moving, trying to settle around me. The red lights are flashing quicker, now, uneven. There’s a pattern to them that I can’t understand. I think they’re speaking, in whatever way they can, but they aren’t speaking to me. The invisible swarm passes right by me, and around me, but it doesn’t settle – except for the brush of one small animal-insect-something that does not have a taxonomy that lands on the back of my hand, for just a second. I feel chitin or scales or feathers or fur. And then it’s gone, and everything, including the windmills, is still again.

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Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do. As always, our number is 717.382.8093. That’s 717.382.8093. Until next time. I’ll be here.

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#episodes #021 #the balance #bugs #swarm #time #thin places radio #tpr #caller: kent #surreal #liminal #sorry to post this so late i (KO) am on my couch still wearing my david byrne big suit halloween costume #happy one year anniversary to tpr! by the way! #ok that's all. love you guys

[antimony-medusa]

Thoughts, opinions, theories on qsmp!sandduo 🎤🎤

Okay this is one where I might be contentious, because I utterly refuse to bring in SBI fanon or DSMP canon sanduo unless Philza Minecraft puts a gun to my head— Wilbur can shoot me and I’ll ignore him— so I’m left with what is confirmed via Phil. Which is Phil has memory of SMPearth (taking over the world, (Wilbur was not his son)), hardcore s4 (talking about the gods and Kristin), and not much else that isn’t clearly about the streamer (playing video games with Wilbur and techno), and we know that on the train in Wilbur said “you look dad shaped” and glommed onto Phil.

So I do NOT think there’s DSMP backstory, and I don’t think that Phil even raised Wilbur, they met as adults. Wilbur is just incapable of not assigning Phil his Dad in every universe. 😂

I quite like the little family they have and how Phil was willing to be assigned dad to this lanky disaster and help him out (and roast him also), and took on the responsibility for his kid as a matter of course. I do really like family ties past the nuclear family as story points, and so love the Chayanne and Wilbur rivalry, and Tallulah being both Wilbur and Phil’s kid, and GOD I want Wilbur to log back on and see the damage. Your child AND YOUR FATHER is MISSING, streamer, take some vitamin C and get better and get the fuck on the server.

There is also some interesting meta that we never had time to get into with Wilbur wanting Tallulah to have a peaceful life, while Phil was putting the babies in armour with weapons, and how Wilbur was immediately proven to be putting his baby in danger if he didn’t take a more security-minded approach. I’m not sure if I trust the fandom at large to go over that one, but that’s INTERESTING. (Especially if you go with Wilbur being raised by someone else, and not liking fighting/armour, but glomming into someone as a father figure who is very much about fighting/armour as a symbol of security/comfort— what’s up with that???)

I just wish Wilbur would stop simultaneously calling Phil dad and flirting with him cause that overlap Causes Me Pain. Streamer, I don’t want to know.

#ask #icyfox17

[depressedhatakekakashi]

What do you think Beast/ Dragon Gai did before he was turned into a dragon? I can think of three possibilities but... you may balk at the third one XD;

1.) A warrior. But... he'll already be a soldier in another life, and it's cooler to think of him having different occupations until his final life, where he got seduced back onto the farm by his very lovely husband~

2.) A monk. It has everything Gai encompasses. Martial arts, spiritual training, advanced connections and stories about the gods. I could definitely see him being a little too competitive and high energy for a lot of them, while still excelling in most of their teachings.... can't tell a single one of his coworkers (is that the right word?) apart though. Face blindness + uniforms + exact same hair/baldness, does not make an easy time for Gai XD;;;

3.) This may sound crazy, but hear me out... a prostitute. Like I think back to the ancient story of Gilgamesh where one of the greatest prostitutes ended up helping save the world and just... he has such great skills with a staff because of his profession. He has an intense pride in his body because so many desired it. And he also trained in self defense to keep his co-workers and himself protected. (Also high end prostitutes were skilled in MANY things. Communication. Dance. Art. Entertainment. I could see him using martial arts he learned to entrance his clientele).

Also...imagine Madara's face when he learns it was not a grand warrior in the traditional sense who stood up and ultimately bested him, but the greatest prostitute who ever lived!!! Depending on how puritan the timeline gets, that little detail maaaaybe removed from the story/ history books. (Also explains Gai's so depressed when he's turned into a beast).

But yeah what's your head canon?

I’d probably go with the third option largely cuz ya, it would piss Madara off even more and i find that hilarious XD he was expecting a great warrior, but instead he got a great warrior prostetute.

Amazing.

Also Gai being upset for the first week because obviously he had a certain living he can no longer continue, but having people venture all the way up the mountain to leave offerings at the cave entrence

Madara thought him changing Gai into a beast would lead to him being shunned from the village, but instead the villagers bring him thanks and ask for his continued protection for any danger.

Bringing him his favorite foods, and even making a new dish (curry) to celebrate his colorful fighting and his different techniques he used to defeat Madara.

Also i choose not to have it be a shunned profession because screw that :) maybe one day it is and someone does try to take it out of the stories, making it out as if Gai was actually a great warrior of by he kingdom, but Jiraiya’s twins (who influence writers) make sure that is not the only history floating around, resulting in a divergent story that people are always arguing over.

#Gos Au #God of Storms au

[quinloki]

OKAY BUT IZOU IS 100% PURPOSEFULLY A LITTLE SHIT I can just picture him being amused in the beginning but then losing his patience bc NOTHING is happening the two brothers are content to play the long game and slowly win you over since they don't want to pressure you! and that's no fun to izou

so he works on sending luffy/ace/thatch at convenient times to interrupt and if it was anyone besides sabo/marco they prolly wouldn't catch on but those two are smart and sly on their own so they maybe originally think it's the other one before discussing it. It's not like they're on bad terms they're aware what the other is doing and maybe they've snuck themselves out onto a 'date' the other had but they're both mature adults so there's really no hostility there, just some brotherly competition. so they work out that it's izou somehow, maybe izou is very very subtly flirting on his own where they can see, but you're definitely oblivious bc he's VERY subtle about it

and I can picture them confonting him about it and him being like what? if you don't hurry up someone else will snatch the little flower up and arrange her beautifully

OKAY also agree that they would eavesdrop. my brain said no earlier when I said vent trope but nah, sabo would give zero shits and be at that door. imagine yall had something going on earlier with a few drinkies and you're just a littleeeee tipsy too when ace comes to ask you what's up so you maybe give him way more details than he asked for and they both hear the whole thing (and ace definitely needs another drink after that)

thatch being the oblivious tip offer is so funny bc he means well and it's so cute I can see thatch casually talking marco up to you too and it's not like them going to thatch's bar would be TOTALLYYYYY creepy like they could just play it off as they came to see thatch! no idea you were there!

yes the 'soft around me then scary dangerous around threats' is such a good trope omg I love it like you've seen all of them playfully mad at ribbing between brothers but the actual anger is blowing your mind!!! (and it's kinda hot lolol)

okay but yes to mafia au (and heheheh hotel with marco and sabo >>) but imagine they were kinda in that world to begin with (maybe not mafia but connected enough to know who's who and have strong connections/money) and another reason you're such good friends with ace besides the punch first mantra is that you're both a little dumb like he tried to bring it up at some point, thought you understood, and maybe you said something like 'i don't need to know details' (bc you thought it was something wayyyyy different) and so when you went to move in they asked ace if you were aware of whatever and he was like yes! but she doesn't want details! and they start explaining it after and it's like ????? excuse me WHAT idk just a dumb misunderstanding bc you and ace are just a little dumb together especially and you're sitting there like oh… they have a really big, nice house and oh all have nice cars and wait how did you not notice this before

lmao and imagine the hotel shower looks like the one in your dream so there goes into that train of thought as you're trying to calm down from everything else and man did they look hot when they were mad >>

quin you fed my brain and now it's going in overdrive oh my god I can't get it out of my head help I'm so sorry I typed so much at you T_______T

DO NOT APOLOGIZE - Omfg this was AMAZING to read - you are killing me in the best way. I love it. I want to write it. I want to just line up espresso shots and stay up all night and not sleep and just WRITE THIS because it is just getting more and more amazing the more we talk about it.

Mafia-ish AU - Maybe the Edward Family did start below board. Made some nice money from it now and then transitioned to actual legal activities. Sure there's still some shady connections in there, you can't shake them entirely, debts owed and all that. But legal enough that the marines who harass them aren't going to get any where.

Sabo's a lawyer, part of Dragon's firm, and half his job is dealing with the red tape the Government dogs insist on throwing at the family business, that has truly and honestly gone from Family to family.

Marco's effectively the CEO of the company, Pops stepped down and retired after shifting everything over to a legit business. Thatch had the bar as a front originally, but had effectively shifted it into a lucrative business before the rest of the family business shifted over. (Izou's the CFO, Ace works in the mail room, but he is learning the ropes for the entire business, and will spend 1-2 years in just about every role in the company so he can learn logistics hands on).

The family's not that long removed from things either, maybe five years. Maybe somewhere between 10 and five, like, just enough to be honestly legit, but not so much that they've gone soft by any stretch of the word.

Shanks is still mafia, and I think friends with enough of the Edward Boys that there's some amicable exchange of information between them. He keeps them in the loop, they set up some shell corps for him. There's real animosity with Kaido and Big Mom though, but most of that might not even come into play with the story.

I LOVE the hotel shower being like the one in the dream, and you over-shared details with Ace, so Sabo and Marco both know. Know in that "Oh what an interesting shower, wouldn't you say so?" kind of way.

Oh but man - word gets out, the Edward Boys have a weakness™ - you'd have to be hella dumb to take that risk, or crazy powerful, or just plain crazy.

At some point you learn that the brothers aren't blood related - and that's one of those "I should've known" moments, cause everyone looks so different, and it was a Family™ and not even an adopted family, and gods alive Sabo isn't even Marco's brother, he's Ace's and something about sake, and Luffy, and don't think too hard on it, how did that dream go again?

#quin muses #kazieai #I honestly wouldn't mind them being brothers #but Idk that I'm ready to write a in-family polycule #read about it sure #but I tackle enough kinks as it is XD #I'm not ready to add more yet

[inmydeepestdreams]

“You will not BELIEVE what this man said to me,” Mel said as a greeting as she strolled into my house, her phone in one hand and an overnight bag in the other.

I stood at the kitchen island. The door was unlocked, I was expecting her. I uncorked a bottle of wine and got to pouring as my best friend in this world described her latest tinder failure.

“I cant, with these apps. I swear, I’m losing it,” Mel complained. She locked her phone and tossed it onto the island. She snatched up her wine and turned away to throw herself on the couch.

I walked over too, patting her ankles to get her to lift her legs. Her legs immediately fell back into my lap. I pinched her thin black leggings absently and listened to her bitch about dating apps.

Mel is my best friend, but we’ve only know each other for two years. Ever since I moved into the area and we became coworkers. We hit it off right away. We actually initially bonded over us accidentally going on a bad date with the same man in the same week. We’ve been close ever sense.

She sat up, placing her cup on the coffee table. The screen was just the purple entertainment image. I watched her unclasp her bra and pull it out from under her grey t-shirt to get more comfortable. I wondered why she even bothered, I certainly didn’t have a bra on under my cheap Walmart night shirt. Hell, I only wore panties as a courtesy, as she was sleeping over.

“I really don’t know what to do, it’s so tiresome. And then I say, I’ll delete the apps and meet someone naturally, but that never happens. Ever. So I’m stuck in this hell loop of maybe it’ll be different this time, and it never is.”

Mel sat up, throwing her arm over the back of the couch. Her eyes searched my face, possibly hoping for a crumb of wisdom I didn’t have. I was in the same boat as her. I had a terrible second date a week ago with a guy that made me delete the app for the fifth time since my initial download.

She reached over and tugged at my ponytail, sighing.

“And none of them, none of them can fuck me right.”

I giggled, finally we were getting to the meat of it.

“Tell me about it.”

“I point to the clit, I take their hand and fucking guide them, and still they poke at nothing and think they’re gods. I can’t do it anymore, I’m exhausted, Nicky. Fucking exhausted.”

“The last guy that tried to finger me just rubbed all up in my folds for thirty seconds and asked if I came. He was thirty-two years old.”

We cackled and continued to discuss our hatred of the dating world for several minutes. We both finished our glasses but neither moved to get up. The night was young, the sleepover just started.

“Theres only so much a vibrator can do, I mean, seriously.”

“It can do more than these guys online.”

“Fuck, I mean, yeah. They aren’t like the men in porn, are they?”

No, I laughed. They absolutely were not. Mostly because those were trained professionals and porn was a circus. But still, it would be nice if the average guy took care about pleasuring their partners.

“I watched this video last night, it was just like, twelve minutes of him eating her out. Fuck. I’ve never had someone focus on me like that. Most guys make a face if you bring up head.”

I had similar experiences, but I did have a boyfriend a few years back that loved to give head.

“That video sounds boring, mellie.”

Melinda scrunched up her face, ready to argue.

“What? Boring? Well fuck, Nicky. What kind of porn do you watch?”

I shrugged, not ready to share all my dirty secrets with my friend.

“I guess I just like a bit more adventure.”

“Give me an example of one adventure. I demand it.”

We laughed, but Mel was serious. And fuck it, whatever.

“Mm, okay. The last one I watched was roleplay and ended with two women tied up and one man…ugh.”

“What!” Mel shouted, grinning. I covered my blush. “Now you have to finish!”

“He just like, edged them for a while. Whatever, it’s stupid.”

“You have a thing for begging?”

Well, she just got right to the root of it.

“Sure, who doesn’t.”

Mel looked off into the distance, a glint in her eye.

“Well, now I have to see the video.”

“What?”

“The video. Show me.”

What? Put on porn right now?

“Uh…”

“What? Scared?”

My laptop was on my coffee table. Whatever, this night may as well get weird.

I opened an incognito tab and went searching. Mel hovered over my shoulder the entire time.

I had no look finding the video. I looked up key words and kinks but nothing. Lost in the deep sea caves of internet porn.

“That one looks good,” Mel said, pointing at a video after I told her I couldn’t find mine. She didn’t realize the laptop had a touch screen and it started to play.

She took it from me and placed it on the coffee table. Mel pulled her legs up to her chest, angling away from me as it began.

It started similar to the other one. A woman in a sundress opened the door, a very handsome man was there to do yard work.

Mel and I laughed at the cliche. I thought about shutting it off there and calling it good.

We watched the girl watch him through her window, her hand shaking under the pretty yellow dress. She had massive tits that absolutely strained the halter top.

Another woman appeared then, so this video had the same threesome element I had found in the other one. She was also wearing a sundress, blue cotton. She had short cut hair that was bleached, her ears were filled with rings and her chest was smaller than the first girl.

She had walked in on the first girl, touching herself to the shirtless man. The first girl was embarrassed, but quickly encouraged to continue by the new arrival, as it was porn and that’s the nature.

Soon, both girls had their hands pushed up under their skirts. The pixie cut girl bit her lip and moaned prettily. She reached over and pulled at the girls top, but it bounced in place, keeping her chest concealed.

They were staring at each other with open mouthed lust. I was snapped back to reality when Mel said:

“I didn’t realize it was lesbian porn.”

But neither of us moved to turn it off. The blue dress girl pushed the other woman’s boobs up, playing with them over the fabric.

That’s when the camera panned out, showing the man doing yard work staring at the girls as they acted inappropriately in front of the window.

“Are you gonna punish us?” The yellow dress asked when he came in to confront them. A close up shot of her pussy showed wetness, her panties were drenched.

The blue dress girl got on her knees while the other watched, touching herself.

And they were off, the two women on him in a mess of tongues and touches. The man was not an excited participant, but he also liked watching them touch each other. Porn logic.

I felt a familiar tingling down below. It’s been, what, a week since my last orgasm? For no particular reason, I’m just a busy person.

And these people were hot. All three of them. I’m not gay, but I can admit I like to admire a pretty lady. I can easily get stuck on a nice chest. And the man was all rippling muscles and long, pretty hair.

I found myself rubbing my legs together, which was embarrassing. Mel was right there beside me, and sure, this was her idea, but she was acting like an adult. I was starting to feel too horny to think.

He had the yellow dress girl on the ground, he fucked into her roughly, her arms pinned above her head.

Her dress was still on, but it only covered her torso. The other woman ripped off her bra and pulled the dress down, revealing enormous tits and pink nipples. My mouth watered.

I should shut it off, I should. But then the girl started to roll one of her nipples between her teeth. Girl number one mewled so prettily, it was music to my ears.

He was saying things to her, calling her pussy wet and tight. Soon, he was off her and fucking the other girl, positions totally switched. The other girl was a screamer, every thrust seemed to send her into another dimension.

I couldn’t help but glance over at my friend. I wanted to find an excuse to slip away, go into the bathroom and relieve some pressure. But there’s no way I could be quick about it.

When I looked back at the screen, one girl was sitting on the others face, the guy was roughly stroking himself while the woman was waiting with her tongue out.

“Fuck,” I looked to my right again. Mel was fixated on the screen. She had a pillow in her lap and realized, right then, she was using it to cover her hand, which had dipped below her waistline.

I looked back at the porn, blushing profusely. This was wrong, totally wrong.

But fuck, if she could touch herself, why couldn’t I? I was being good, sitting here, and frankly, it hurt. I needed something or I was going to cry.

I tried to shuffled discreetly, slipping my hand up my night dress. My panties snapped against my skin when I failed to get my hand under them the first time. I was caught, Mel looked at me.

But she didn’t say anything, so I didn’t either. I slipped my hand into my underwear and found my clit.

I bit back a sigh as I finally, finally got the friction I needed. On screen, the man had come but the girls were still going. One woman licked his come off the woman’s face.

I imagined myself there, riding someone’s face while a man used me like a towel. I felt a rush through my body, maybe I would be able to come.

I looked over at Mel, she had loved the pillow,

I could see her hand moving furiously under her pants. She looked frustrated, or like she was concentrating.

The girls were scissoring, letting out small, sharp noises of pleasure. I wondered if Mel ever sounded like that, if she was biting back noises like their own.

I moved a bit quicker, focusing on the women and their bouncing. The jiggle of their chests, the sloppy sound of their pussies rubbing together, pretty plush lips perpetually open.

God, it felt good.

It felt so, so good.

Beside me, though, I heard Mel come. Damn her. She let out a soft moan and I could see her hand stop moving.

So I had to stop too. I had to, or else it would be weird.

Mel looked over at me. Miserably, I pulled my hand from under my night dress. It was wet, I pressed it against my leg.

They were still going in the video, which had to be almost over by now. Had to be.

Mel reached over and traced her finger up my neck, finding the back of my head to dig her hand into.

What was she doing?

“Lean back, Nicky,” she said, her voice low and unfamiliar.

I did as she asked, staring at her in shock all the while.

She slid off the sofa and moved the coffee table off to the side so I could still see the video.

I watched her push her hair behind her ears. She looked up at me, there was no denying this was my friend on her knees in front of me.

“Pretend im him,” the man on the video was back and eating the girls out again.

She slid her hands up my thighs, raising goosebumps where she touched. She wrapped her clever fingers around my soaking underwear and pulled them down. She left them hooked around one ankle as she pushed my legs apart and moved in.

She lifted one of my legs, pressing a kiss to the skin and putting it on her shoulder.

“Youre so wet,” she said.

The girls in the video came. It was over officially, a new one played automatically.

She licked a slow stripe through my folds before landing on her target. And wow, oh wow, that’s a sensation I haven’t felt in a while.

Warm, wet, and intelligent. She swirled my clit around, causing awkward shuddering breaths and wild fire spread beneath me.

The new video didn’t even have a man, it was just straight up lesbian porn. Fuck, all this was pretty gay.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mel pushed closer, locking her lips around my clit and sucking.

I couldn’t help my loud moan as it tore its way from my lungs. She took the encouragement to continue.

I kept my eyes closed, my bottom half was prickly stars and fire, I wanted to feel it forever. I wanted what she could give me.

“Oh, fuck, Mel.” I whimpered my friends name, I was going to come soon. My friend was going to make me come.

“Mel, oh god.”

This was as hot as it was embarrassing. She was seeing me like this, she was making me feel this way. I couldn’t take it, it was too much.

I fell over the edge with a cry that matched the women on the screen. Mel kept licking me all the way through it, finger pads digging into my legs.

She finally pulled away when I was shaking. She looked up at me, on her knees, mouth covered in my juices.

Beside us, the women were fucking, singing the chorus of our relationship.

That was pretty gay, and I’d like to do it again.

#unedited #work? nah not safe #it’s yknow whatever #it’s standard stuff

[shera-dnd]

DID SOMEONE ASK FOR FLUFFY DOMESTIC FALLEN PETALS?

Well, y'all did it's why I wrote it in the first place

This one is set like at least a full decade past whatever the show's finale is gonna be, featuring Cinder and Ruby moving in together in Mistral so Cinder can try to reconnect to her old homeland

It doesn't go particularly well for her

But it least it was fun to write for me

If anyone were to ask a young Ruby Rose where she’d settle down in her later years, her first answer would have been that she’d never settle down, because that’s lame . 

But if one managed to get her to say an actual place, then a small village on the outskirts of Mistral would not have been her first choice.

Honestly it wouldn’t have even been her last choice.

Back then Ruby had no reason to consider this place for her new home, but back then she and Cinder had also been sworn enemies. 

So maybe young Ruby had no way of guessing what direction her life would take.

Dropped a city out of the sky, fell into another world, had a little chat with the Gods, married her nemesis… 

Yeah there was no way she could guess any of that.

So here she was, in this small mistrali village, having finally settled the last of her belongings. 

It wasn’t anywhere near as big as the home she left in Patch, but it was still cozy in a way and it fit most of their furniture. It wasn’t a home quite yet, but she could see herself making it one.

Not today though. 

Today Ruby was exhausted and she needed a nice long break.

Cinder stretched next to her, rolling her left shoulder as she adjusted her prosthetic.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Ruby asked her wife.

“ Sore ,” was her blunt answer, “and in need of a long soak.”

“Well, good thing we already got the hot water running,” Ruby commented, walking up to her. 

As soon as they got close enough Cinder’s hand reached for Ruby’s almost instinctively. 

“But I meant more about, you know, being here,” she added.

Cinder sighed, “I’m… not sure. I know Mistral is my home, but after all this time… it’s hard not to feel like an outsider.”

“We knew this was gonna be awkward to start with, but we’ll make this work.” Ruby gave her hand a little squeeze and leaned against her shoulder, “now how about you go take that bath, and then tomorrow we can meet the neighbors and see if we can get you reconnecting to your old roots.”

“Yeah… I can do that,” Cinder nodded, letting go of Ruby’s hand and walking up to their new bathroom, before pausing. “You coming?”

Ruby chuckled, “tempting, but I think if we both try to fit inside that bathtub, we’re just gonna come out more sore than when we went in.”

“I guess we already know what we’re renovating,” Cinder joked.

With that she made her way into the bathroom and left Ruby alone in the room.

She had to admit, she was exhausted after a whole day of moving boxes. The thought of doing anything besides taking a quick shower, and falling face first onto her pillow, felt like hell to her now.

So she tried not to curse out loud when she heard a knock at her door.

Come on, Rose, you tracked through half of Anima on foot at age 17. 

What’s just a little chat with the neighbors? 

Though she wasn’t seventeen anymore, and after all she put herself through, she could definitely feel her age catching up to her. 

Damn it, is this how Miss Calavera felt?

Okay, time to stop that train of thought before she went into a midlife crisis.

Ruby made her way to the door, and readied her most polite smile before opening up.

She was greeted by the sight of an older woman - closer to Cinder’s age - with long brown hair tied up in a bun, and beautiful gray eyes. 

Ruby thought she caught a glimpse of a scar around her neck, but averted her eyes so as to not make her uncomfortable.

“Hey there, neighbor,” she greeted, “I saw you were moving in today, so I wanted to bring you something.”

The woman handed Ruby a basket with a little cloth laid over it. 

Ruby took it and removed the cloth, revealing a pile of still steaming gyozas.

“I know the last thing I’d wanna do after a long move is to have to stop and cook for myself, so I thought I’d save you the trouble.”

Gods, Ruby hadn’t even thought about making dinner. 

This woman was a saint.

Actually, that gave Ruby an idea.

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you,” she answered, stepping aside, “please, come in. We were just done setting everything up anyways.”

The woman took her invitation, Ruby leading her to the kitchen  so she could set aside the gyozas as a little surprise for Cinder.

“We?” the woman repeated, “are you moving in with family?”

Ruby smiled at that. 

Yeah, Cinder really was her family now.

“Just me and my wife,” Ruby answered, “she’s Mistrali, but hasn’t actually lived in Anima since she was ten, so we thought it would be nice to bring her back home. Get in touch with her roots and all that.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love to show you both the town if you’d like,” the woman beamed with a genuine excitement that reminded Ruby of herself. Then she seemed to catch herself, “oh, where are my manners? I’m Royuka Sakurasou. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Ruby Rose. Pleasure to meet you too,” Ruby replied, offering her hand, adding, “looks like we’re both named after flowers.”

Ryouka took her hand and gave it a firm shake, joking, “I think that’s a sign we’re meant to get along.”

The two of them chatted away with surprising ease. 

It was easy to forget Ruby was an introvert sometimes, and that all her relationships - as strong as they were - never came without some initial struggle. 

But Miss Sakurasou seemed like a genuine kindred spirit, someone who understood Ruby on some level.

It seemed like Ruby could check “befriending the neighbors” off of her to-do list.

That is until they heard the bathroom door creek open, and Cinder stepped out looking properly refreshed.

“Hey, honey,” she called, making her way into the kitchen, “I left the bathroom nice and warm for yo–”

Then her eye met Royuka’s, and her jaw dropped .

“I…”

“You…” Royuka muttered, stumbling back and bracing against the kitchen counter.

“I uh… take it you two have met each other before,” Ruby commented, quickly stepping between them.

“You tried to kill me!” Royuka accused, “and you stole my clothes!”

Ruby turned to Cinder with a questioning look, only for her to flinch and force a smile that did nothing to make her look any less guilty.

“If it makes you feel better, I was only trying to knock you out,” was the best Cinder could manage.

Ruby mentally unchecked “befriending the neighbors” from her to-do list. 

This was… gonna be a lot harder than she was expecting.

#rwby #fanfic #fallen petals #ruby rose #cinder fall

[x1702x]

TIME TO RANT!! YAYIPEE!

Alectryon as a whole character is just a guy trying to grow dependent after many years of serving a god at his fullest and being overshadowed by him. He had no other will but to serve Ares and move his chariot around, being his little butler at times but it was all just loyalty and servitude.

Which brings in the very implied lover situation thats talked about in mythology. The thing is, Alectryon in mythology was super toots with Ares, hell they even drank together and they had the best relationship, but if we take in account how dark the GOW rendition of Ares is, this is kinda shady. The power dynamic is horrible, not only to count Alectryon was taken by Ares pretty young (Around the same age as Deimos did, which I will get onto later but you get it) which at first he was trained as a soldier would, he was already in training but well, Ares was like yeah hes the one and took him away.

When this young lad grew, Ares saw him useful for the tasks ive mentioned. And now the horrible comes in. You know, shits dark. Not only cause we all know Ares has caused so much pain to many, but the fact that if we take the last things in account AND mythology, this makes a very dark rendition of the whole "I hold hands with my charioteer buddy-bro". Was this a good relationship? Fuck no! It was pretty much just a "You owe me many things, I trained you, gave you shelter among the gods, gave you inmortality, I gave you my affections... yadda yadda." Which made Alectryon be pressured to be loyal and obedient to the mighty Ares for the bare minimum.

If we go on a positive side of this Alectryon found comfort around Helios, who was on the kinder side by a lot, comparing him to Ares. He saw a friend and someone to rely on. After all that dark and grim moments with Ares, some light from the sun himself will do good. (This is VERY tied to the fact Helios deadass has roosters as his sacred animal, homies never let homies down, and he had poor Alectryon on a pedestal)

Which gave him some hopes! Yay! But the happyness ends here and we go serious again cause we cant have nice things for too long if we are talking about my ocs (Sorry to yall).

So, with Ares dead, what does he have? What is his purpose? What are his ambitions? None. He was a hollow shell without Ares and that took a while to sink in for him. The god that gave him many misfortunes was somehow what made him, *him*. In the sense of purpose. His purpose was serving Ares, and without him around, what was left?

He couldn't take it and refused to let go of his purpose. Thats where his intervention in the events of the 3rd game come in hand.

With Kratos mid Olympus-destroying and god-slaughtering, Alectryon found himself undecided on what was left to do. He had to do something. He defended the place that became his home unwillingly so long ago he can barely remember, that was his new purpose. And so he tried to intervene Kratos.

Now, Kratos definitely cant see Ares' taskboy as a potential threat considering how he hid under Ares' robes at any minor inconvenience or trouble. Which wasn't a good choice but, what could he do other than hide from the world? So Kratos pretty much brushed him off, not wasting his time until it was finally it.

The encounter. Alectryon was decided to stop Kratos for Ares' sake. He was blinded completely, he was just acting how Ares expected him to, a loyal servant at his will and mercy. Kratos was smart enough to look through this pretty manipulated guy and think how useless killing him would be. But Alectryon was adamant on a fight ocurring and so Kratos complied to his wishes, after a fistfight, Kratos showed him mercy after trying to knock some sense in him (On a literal way). Alectryon was resentful, thinking that Kratos pitied him for being Ares' shadow or even considering him weak, but he was wrong. Kratos thought he was strong for enduring so many years with Ares and atleast having some sense of his own, even though he was uncertain of what he was going to do on an upcoming future that was seemingly dark.

After some thinking, realization and perhaps some crying and traumadumping to the guy thats going to FUCKING destroy Olympus on what can be interpreted as a very "poor little meow meow" way which is kind of just laying on a pile of rubble all bloodied up and wounded, Alectryon just realized how much he lost thanks to Ares. None of the gods guaranteed him a sense of safety except Helios (Who he later found out was dead, he def bawled about it) and saw Kratos as less of an enemy but an equal, which Kratos saw aswell.

And this is more of me going omfg! What if... But consider Kratos and him having a Pandora type part, just them collabing. Yk more gay courtship steps/j It would definitely make them close.

But he canonically lived and made it out of the place alive, where is he? What did he do?

He just tried to find comfort in trying to live the life he was supposed to have, a normal life among other mortals, travelling around, meeting people, actually developing social skills that he couldve never got to while he was under Ares' training and service. He was just a regular guy:tm: until he met Kratos once again.

This would be pretty much in the 2018 GOW, Atreus and Kratos just finding this seemingly normal man that knew about the fall of Olympus, that later on turned out to be the one an only, Alectryon, Ex-Charioteer of Ares. A friend.

Im not decided on his role on the norse part of the lore, but I see him as just a companion, he hangs around, talks about the """good""" old days and just recconects with Kratos and leaves his past away, building a new self just like Kratos did.

And a not very long skip to GOWR, he would have the same thing as above, but hes now a new man and hes just very happy about himself, forgetting all the horrors that haunted him for so many years, leaving behind the trauma Ares left in him, healing all the scars and finding peace.

(Lil shotout to @medievildead for becoming an Alectryon lover 🙏)

#sorry i had to #oc #oc rant #gow #god of war #gow3 #god of war 3 #gow 3 #gow oc #god of war oc #kratos god of war #god of war kratos #kratos #god of war ares #ares god of war #ares #oc lore #the crypt opens once again

[juggling-responsibilities]

Act 1, Part 2 - Neath Dark Borders

Prologue segments in video games inspired by and adapted from tabletop games are rough. You have yourself in what appears to be a normal celebration, then bad things happen. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the trope - I'm just pointing out that if you ever get isekai'd into a medieval fantasy world that's about to have a harvest festival, run.

Where were we? Ah, yes. We've fallen and we cannot get back up.

Let's Recap:

Deskari, the Lord of Locusts and the prime asshole that attacked during the Day of the City in Kenabres, sundered the market square after almost effortlessly murdering the silver dragon Terendelev that defended it. He did this because I used a random if distinctively voiced guard's crossbow to shoot him in the shoulder with a Perfectly Normal Crossbow Bolt, which appeared to actively hurt him and brought his attention directly onto me. I am certain this will not come up later.

That brings us to the cave system we now find ourselves in. Gorgeously lit by phosphorescent crystals and bioluminescent flora, the caves are also littered by the bodies of the fallen, sections of cobblestone and brick from the streets and buildings that fell, and the skittering of cave creatures, likely disturbed by the ruckus and defensive of their warrens.

I also still do not have my confiscated armor and weapons, whatever they may have been. But my leopard, Maple, is here - I think I'll be okay as long as she's around.

That's part of the character background I put together, by the way. I am a circus performer, as I've mentioned - an axe thrower to be specific, although I am now currently without any of my axes. This crossbow is nice but not ideal. But for whatever reason, I have a circus leopard with me. Maybe I rescued her. (Maybe she rescued me.)

It doesn't take me long before I stumble upon another pair of survivors. One of them, a young woman in a sheer mountain of armor, calls my attention over to assist the other, a woman trapped under some rubble.

It is in fact two of the people we saw up above, which is reasonable because we were all in the same place when the demons attacked.

(I'm not going to explain all the tabletop mechanics, since chances are if you're reading this, you already know what the game is.)

Hilariously enough, when I was building Quintessa, I didn't put any points into either of these skills that would help, and I'm not going for an evil playthrough even though I did put points into Diplomacy. That said, 12 might be hard to get on a straight untrained roll, but not impossible, so I rolled the dice (har) and gave Athletics a shot.

Thankfully, my circus training helped in this endeavor, and between the two of us, Seelah and I managed to get the rubble off the other woman.

(Because this is still technically tutorial mode, even if you fail the checks, Seelah is able to handle it on her own. It won't be until later that failed skill checks have more of an impact on what happens.)

Newly rescued but still massively injured from the fall and from having her leg crushed by half a building, the woman introduces herself as Anevia Tirabade, a member of the Eagle Watch and part of the festival security. She states that she was actually trying to keep an eye on potential demonic worshippers, and while she doesn't explicitly say so right now, she's basically Spymaster General.

Meanwhile, Seelah is a paladin of Iomedae - the same god that Deskari was railing against - and is in town specifically to join the fight against the demons and the Worldwound. Good news, Seelah! You found some.

And with that, we have our first party member.

Anevia also technically joins the party, but she's not controllable, so I'm not counting her. She does follow along and shoot things with her bow, though, which for someone with a broken leg is pretty good.

Anevia's good people. I like her a lot.

🕵️‍♀️: "Yeah, things are lookin' grim enough, but don't lose heart. Wardstone or no, dragon or no, Kenabres will never give in - simple as. Well, we've introduced ourselves, what about you? 🪓: "I'm a traveler, and I just wound up here by chance." 🕵️‍♀️: "Call me superstitious if you want, or maybe cynical, but I just don't believe in chance or coincidences." 🛡: "How many stories 'round the tavern table have started with those very words..." 🕵️‍♀️: "Right enough. I have this habit, see: any time somebody starts yakking about blind chance, it always turns out that the thing was as far from a quirk of fate as you could want. Sorry, don't take it personal, like. Now then, I'll hobble my way outta here somehow. The city ain't far, only thirty paces or so... that's if you're going straight up, of course. I'm afraid we're gonna have to go the long way 'round." 🛡: "To summarize: there are three of us, with five working legs, three pairs of decent hands, two clear heads and one made of wood - that's mine."

And with that, we're off to try to find a way back topside.

I kind of want to take a moment and focus on that last conversation, though, because I feel like it perfectly encapsulates who they are, or at least who we're supposed to think of them as. Narrative structure states that any introduction to a character should give us everything we need to know about them in their first appearance, with everything after that either reinforcing or subverting this conception as necessary. It's not exclusive to this game by any stretch - it's a very fundamental concept and is probably one of the first taught in any creative writing class. But it's more the execution that matters, because as basic of a concept as it is, it's also very easy to fuck up if you don't know what you're doing.

Anevia was introduced to us earlier in the day, asking questions while being friendly. Here, she's still being friendly, but letting us know a bit more directly that she's keeping an eye on us.

Seelah, on the other hand, is bold, boisterous, and self-effacing - personality traits that don't usually go together for anyone who isn't Vash the Stampede. She puts herself down while also pushing the image of herself as pretty darn great, and just like the Humanoid Typhoon it's a fantastic way to deflect attention, to let you focus on the image she projects so that you don't poke too closely.

It's interesting how this is something that both she and Anevia are doing, but from two completely different angles. The fact that they put these two characters together is just absolutely exquisite, in my opinion.

Some ransacking of a weapons cache that fell down occurs - Seelah says it's Prelate Hulrun's confiscated weapons but I don't see my throwing axes in there so I bet he kept the good shit for himself - and we also find some glowing silver scales - some physical remains of Terendelev. I take them - they are an on-use consumable to revive fallen companions, but I've got the "Dead companions rise after combat is over" option selected from the game settings and thus I will not be using them. Instead, I will keep them as a sad reminder of a silver dragon who I did not get to know very well.

Of course, there's no time for quiet reflection - we have to get back up to the city. So, as always, we press on.

It doesn't take us long until we find another person - a woman, hunched over something else in the dark. She is dressed like a noble, but she's covered in blood and dirt. Understandable, of course - she fell the same way we did. The body at her feet, however...

🩸: "I don't know. He must have been in the square when disaster struck. I tried to revive him, but he was already dead, sadly." 🛡: "He didn't get these wounds from the fall... Be on your guard. Whatever killed him likely hasn't gone far."

This is Camellia. She probably didn't stab that guy. And since she's joining our party...

I've got a good feeling about her.

But yeah, that guy? Unfortunately, that's Aravashnial. The guy who apparently is a questgiver in the original tabletop Adventure Path. Camellia, who is an original character to this adaptation, was properly introduced standing over his corpse, which is definitely not as notable for people who didn't play the Adventure Path but for those who do know: This is the tone we're setting for the game. We are off the fucking rails from word one.

And honestly? Best way to do it. And since I am one of those people who didn't know that, I get to experience this completely fresh.

With that, we are on our way.

[sparrow-orion-writes]

Alright, someone asked for April asks? I'm here to provide, you know I'm always up 6 talking about my boy XD

♿ (I feel like that one's a given XD) 🦾🌞☔

~ M <3

♿️ - What is their disability? What symptoms do they show? Be as specific or as vague as you want

I joke that April has Everything Disorder because dear fucking god has this boy Suffered. So, we'll start with the fact he's regularly described as 'unnaturally thin, sickly pale, and constantly fatigued (bags under his eyes). He has anemia (That one was just me being like have my illness), and is anorexic, although that is generally subtext. He's shown having massive bursts of energy (The ADHD and BPD fusion for the worlds worst manic episode), and then crashing horrifically. I couldn't even begin to explain some of the things I've written for April's episodes. The NPD has some interesting symptoms for sure, but I'm not finished with developing those symptoms (not finished projecting onto the poor bastard) to talk about them yet.

🦾- How does their disability effect their daily life? How do they overcome some of the struggles thrown at them?

I think the fatigue comes up where he just sort of crashes. But mostly in terms of the story - his mood swings are definitely the most obvious. And to be honest, April just sort of...goes with it, he has very little impulse control and no sense of immediate urgency in terms of like what's important and when it's important. He does struggle with hallucinations - which he takes medication for (and at one point Ari steals some).

🌞 - What does a 'good day' look like for them?

A good day for April is one where he can think coherently for the emajority of the day, and has lesser amounts (or even sometimes no!) dissociation or brain fog. He can work through what he needs to with some level of focus, and can follow is own train of thought.

☔️ - What does a 'bad day' look like for them?

So firstly, his bad days can be immediate, so he wakes up and feels unrested, he feels simultaneously catatonic and understimulated, wich leads to a sense of dissatisfaction, basically nothing will feel right and he'll struggle to take care of himself. However, his bad days can have triggers that remind him of past trauma, or people who have hurt him, which can bring out either very intense and vindictive anger (where he may disproportionately hurt someone), or full out dissociation. Some days he may go through extremely rapid cycling of emotions which will make it next to impossible for him to do anything and he can and does put himself - and others - at risk.

#april #neon glow #he is me i am him and i love him