#like when i saw this effect obviously i was going to test it out on nikkari but it also just suits him so much

[mihotose]

#tried something out :3 #every time i wanna try something out i immediately leap to srs17 just before te no hira its just peak nikkari before i can gif tanki sorry #its the most obvious in the second but i like the subtlety in the first and third #tkrb #toumyu #musical touken ranbu #nikkari aoe #araki hirofumi #shinken ranbu sai 2017 #chi gifs #like when i saw this effect obviously i was going to test it out on nikkari but it also just suits him so much #the faint almost imperceptible layer of blue blood clinging to him #also his right eye seems to glint in the first one which is just down to the light but Still #god

[alienzil]

Okay so I saw this post and you know the types of fics where adult Danny moves to Gotham and winds up emotionally adopting one or more of bat kids or accidentally coparenting with Bruce (with or without a relationship between them)? I had the thought, what if Danny parented the bat kids but he started doing it out of spite?

Like, Danny moves to Gotham and runs into Batman and Robin one night while out for a late night flight and drops down to the rooftop to say hi.

Bruce sees this 5'6" twink that looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over and is so obviously new in town and thinks Gotham is going to eat him alive, he needs to leave before he gets killed.

Batman: Looming menacingly and in his deepest scariest Batman voice, "Leave. Metas aren't allowed in Gotham."

Danny: Offend! Excuse?! Who does this guy think he is?! 😡 Danny was trying to be polite here! "First of all, I'm not a meta. Second of all, rude much?!"

Batman: Does scariest bat glare. "Leave." Swoops off into the night.

Robin (Damian): "My father is correct. You should leave the city for your own safety."

Danny sees this tiny vigilante child with fierce expression and a sword and is just like awww, so cute! 😍 Then he noticed Robin had a small cut on his arm and his inner gremlin activates. If the rude flying furry can't take care of his own kid properly, Danny will do it better!

He bandages up Damian's arm, gives him a cookie and teaches him a neat sword trick before sending him on his way with a hug telling him he needs his sleep.

Danny goes out of his way to run into the bat kids and be the absolute best dad.

He takes Nightwing flying and throws him in the air so Nightwing can do all the fanciest acrobatic tricks.

He tracks down Red Hood and starts a book club with him (Danny may or may not have used his connection with Ghost Writer to get ahold of some rare books).

He eats waffles with Spoiler and trys out weird topping combinations that make them both make faces and laugh.

He makes new gadgets for Red Robin but carefully breaks them just a little bit and takes them to the teen so they can fix them together (it's enrichment!). He always insists RR keep them as a reward.

He follows Signal around during the day invisibly, making faces and doing tricks only Signal can see (he made him laugh in front of the police at a crime scene twice!).

All of the kids get his attention and love and Danny smugly thinks how Batman must be absolutely seething about his kids bonding with Danny and Batman missing out on all of it.

Danny started it out of spite but he does wind up genuinely loving the bat kids.

Batman definetly hates it when the kids are bonding with Danny and is extremely jealous (sulky Batman brooding in his cave about it).

Bruce's repeated attempts to intimidate Danny into leaving Gotham don't work and him telling his kids to stay away from Danny had zero effect (the terrible children don't listen to him at all).

So Bruce starts spending more time with the kids to compete against Danny. The bat kids love it and (little gremlins that they are) use the two of them against each other constantly.

Bruce:"Sorry Tim, I can't make it to your photography exhibit this weekend, there's a meeting with the Justice League."

Tim:"Oh that's fine... I'll just ask Danny to come." 😏

Bruce: Narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, "Actually, the Justice League needs to have contingencies in place to manage without my input. This would be a good time to test their capabilities. I'll skip the meeting and come to your exhibit."

With both of them competing to spend more time with the kids it leads to the two of them spending time with each other to be around the kids more.

After Damian catches a terrible flu bug, Danny spends an entire weekend at the manor babying him. This is when Bruce finds out Danny has known their secret identities for months and tries to get mad about it but Alfred puts his foot down, raises a judgmental eyebrow in Bruce's direction that puts a stop to that nonsense and sets up Danny with his own room in the family wing.

Eventually, Danny gets to the point where he spends most of his nights at the manor and he and Bruce consult each other on all major household decisions.

The whole family is at the manor one morning including Danny. Bruce has a meeting at WE and he and Danny are absently discussing their plans for the day at the breakfast table.

Bruce: " The meeting should take most of the morning and then I have paperwork this afternoon and a scheduled walk through on one of the new engineering projects. I probably won't be done by the time school let's out. Can you pick up Damian today?"

Danny: "That shouldn't be a problem. Would you mind swinging by the bookstore on the way home and getting my preorder? Jay and I just finished rereading the first book and we were wanting to start the second tonight before you all go on patrol. I'd rather not try to make it to the bookstore in school rush hour traffic"

Bruce: "Sure."

Stephanie watches Danny reach out and absently straighten Bruce's tie as they both get up to leave. Bruce grabs Danny's coffee thermos and hands it to him while they walk out the door.

Stephanie: "Sooo, bets on how long until they realize they're basically married?"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #Adult Danny #Parenting out of spite #Bat dad #Batfamily shenanigans #bat kids #There's a mug in the manor #It says Number One Dad #Bruce and Danny constantly steal it from each other #Bruce/Danny? #Maybe #they're both idiots #But they love their kids

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Yuu is Loopy and Doesn't Recognize Them

Based of this meme I saw and I couldn't get it out of my head

GN. Yuu isn’t drunk but is loopy on potions/meds. A bit Suggestive??? Leona calls you Scavenger/Pillow Enjoy

Riddle 

Riddle swore that when he sees Ace again, it will be off with his head. The brain dead idiot is responsible for landing you in the nurse's office. Thankfully, according to Professor Crewel, you will be okay and were ready to go back to Ramshackle. 

Being the responsible boyfriend he is, he made sure to take your arm and guide you through the mirror to Ramshackle and into the creaky dorm. You were obviously still a bit out of it as you stumbled through the hall and didn’t appear to hear anything he said. As he approached the stairs, wondering how he would get you into your room did you speak.

“Where are we going?” You slurred rubbing your temples with your fingers. “To your room,” Riddle answered. “Rose, can you hear me now?” Riddle asked, voice tinged with worry. “Why are we going…” you paused trying to formulate words, “…to some room?” Riddle raised a brow and spoke slowly, relaxing his grip on your arm as he did so. “You need to get some rest, don’t worry I’ll make sure you sleep well, okay?"

To his confusion, you suddenly pulled away from him and stumbled back a little. “Ah, Rose what are you—“ “Sorry you seem really nice and all but I have a boyfriend.” “Huh?!” Stumbling backward away from Riddle you practically fell onto the couch behind you. “Sorry I’m not gonna sleep with anyone, I have a boyfriend…” You slurred again, making Riddle stiffen before going pink and letting out a chuckle. 

“Rose, I am your—“ “Goodnight” You whispered before promptly passing out on the couch. Riddle just stood there for a moment stupified, before softly chuckling to himself. You really did love him, huh?

Leona

“What's wrong with you?” Leona asked upon seeing Ruggie drag his seemingly blitzed-out partner behind them into his room. “I dunno what happened but Professor Crewel said to let them rest,” Ruggie responded. “So you brought them to me?” Ruggie’s face fell, he knew damn well if he were the one to take you home that Leona would have complained. “Well, they’re your problem now shishishi! Good luck”

Letting out a yawn, Leona looked over to where you stood wobbling. “Come here, Pillow.” The lion leaned up and pulled you toward the bed. You weakly tried to pull your hand away. “Eh? What gives?” Leona’s ears twitch as you stumble back. “My boyfriend will get upset if he sees you holding my hand. “Oh yeah?” The lion smirked.

“Yeah, and I’m not a cheater either so leave me alone.” You mutter, eyes fluttering as you fight off sleep. Leona pulls you closer to him easily. “I am your boyfriend.” The shocked expression that arises on your face is one he will never forget. “No way that's awesome!”

“Yeah yeah, get to bed, scavenger.” He smirks, pulling you into his arms. As you fade into unconsciousness, he watches over you. Just how did he get so lucky?

Azul

Azul didn’t know who he should be mad at: Jade for feeding you some mysterious mushroom concoction that he sure would have no side effects or you for actually agreeing to test out Jade’s new drink. Regardless you are now in the VIP room of Mostro Lounge as Azul goes through some of the potions he has on hand. 

Sitting on the VIP couch you watched as Azul kneeled beside you. The mer fussed over you as you seemingly stared through him. Despite his lips moving you couldn’t hear anything he said. “Um, Angelfish are you alright?” Azul asks nervously as your eyes bore a hole through him.

“You kinda look like… my boyfriend…” you slur. If he wasn’t worried sick, he would have actually found the situation humorous, dumbfounded he responded. “Well, what does he look like?” “He’s so beautiful, man.” You sigh.

Azul feels his cheeks heat up as he uncorks a curing potion, wondering how he’s going to get you to drink it. “Like… I love him so much… He’s so pretty and soft and I wanna hold him…” “… Come now love, try and drink this and then rest…” The mer stutters and holds the bottle to your lips. Thankfully, you downed it pretty easily and promptly fell asleep muttering about how much you loved your boyfriend the whole time. Azul’s face was several shades of blue.

Jamil

Vil ended up poisoning you pretty badly during his overblot, and Jamil has been worried sick, to say the least as he sits beside your bed in the nurse's office, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. As you begin to stir, all of Jamil’s attention snaps to you.

“Yuu?” He calls out, giving you a few moments to stir and wake up. You blink tiredly at him before sitting up and looking around. Jamil wanted to crush you into a hug and ask if you were alright but knew that it may overwhelm you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking your hands into his as the heart monitor continues to beep. You blink owlishly and look at your hands. “I have a boyfriend.” You say after a while. Jamil didn’t know if he should be annoyed or amused, but it did flatter him to know how loyal you are to him.

A mischievous glint appears in his eye. “I am your boyfriend.” Your eyes widen as the heart monitor picks up, beeping loudly as you smile. “I love you…” You slur, trying to lean into your lover's touch.

Vil

After a certain Shroud’s overblot, you were left hospitalized in a coma for a week. Vil was worried sick and visited you as much as he could, if he couldn't be there, Rook would watch over you for him. When he saw a text notification for Rook saying you were awake, he went to visit you immediately.

Rook didn’t have time to warn Vil about your condition as he walked in and immediately held your face, looking deep into your eyes before hugging you, body shaking as he held onto you. “You’re awake…” He says after a long pause.

You pull away from Vil, and the blond gets ready to scold you for your reckless behavior until he notices your expression. "I have… a boyfriend named Vil… sorry…" you babble before passing out again. Vil would make sure to scold you later

Idia

He was confused when he saw Ortho holding your hand and guiding you to his room. He didn't know how to explain it, but as he watched you through the camera feed something about your movements felt… off

Once Ortho dragged you into his room did he figure out what was wrong? "It's the side effect of their medication," Ortho said after explaining how you ended up in the nurse's room— why did they even discharge you in this state??

Idia groaned and started to clean off his bed to make room for you, before getting up and helping Ortho to guide you over to his bed. "Come on Yuu-shi the sooner you sleep the better." You didn't budge. Instead, you stared through him. Idia stared back awkwardly.

"You seem nice but I already have a boyfriend and I love him." Idia's hair flushed pink. "Eh? What did you say?" "I love my boyfriend and only him so I can't sleep with you…" 

You instead sit down slowly and lay on the floor, immediately falling asleep much to Ortho's confusion and Idia's embarrassment.

Malleus

"Oh dear, what happened to you?" Malleus asked as you stumbled up the path to Ramshackle. It was supposed to be your nightly walk together but you didn't look so good.

You didn't respond as you allowed Malleus to help guide you into Ramshackle and onto the couch. After a moment Malleus asks again, "Mind telling me what happened to you?"

"No worries, I happen to have a recovery spell I can use…" Malleus hums, preparing a spell. "You sound like my boyfriend…" Malleus chuckles. "Is that so Child of Man?" You lazily nod. "He's my most favorite person in the entire world…" you yawn, and Malleus can only admire you, lovestruck. 

"I don't think Jade made me the right tea…" you mutter as you lay down. Malleus makes sure to note that he would have to pay a visit to Jade later as he frets over you.

#not requests #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

[thebirdsandthebats]

Okay @s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e I’m sure you know plenty BUT I’m going to use your wonderful and hilarious comment on this as an excuse to talk about Bernard, bc I realized recently that there are plenty of ppl who haven’t read most of the comics he’s been in. So get ready for my long overdue:

UNPACKING BERNARD DOWD + HIS TRAUMA (for those who cannot keep up with comics but want to get to know him)

So to start, Tim met Bernard years ago ofc, when they were in high school. It’s established pretty quick that Bernard is an extremely Unserious guy LMAO, the first thing he does is literally circle Tim and try to feel him out socially, see what kind of guy he is. He’s the kind of guy who gets himself in trouble with his big mouth, and seems to enjoy poking at Tim and testing his patience. By the time we meet Bernard again in the recent years, he’s grown a lot, but at his core he’s still the light-hearted, fun, goofy guy with very strong opinions. Just less stand-offish, maybe

Throughout the time Tim spends at this school though, Bernard does experience some wild shit. He lost Darla (somebody he really cared about), he experienced a shooting at his school, and then Darla came back from the dead, kind of scared the hell out of him, and used him to contact Tim again. It was kind of played for laughs, but like. That’s gotta fuck you up. (Robin #140)

Obviously this is the kind of thing that maybeee has a lasting effect on you. And BECAUSE Tim Drake: Robin got cut so short and the writer had to rush to wrap up the series, we’re left to fill in a lot of gaps and draw conclusions about the years we didn’t see Bernard ourselves. But we absolutely get some insight as to his life after Tim left that school and we stopped seeing him in the comics. Spoiler alert: it was hard.

In TDR, Bernard discusses the the cult that he’d been in that Tim saved him from in Urban Legends. He says that “he’d accepted himself”, but others hadn’t. Obviously there’s the natural reading that he means his queerness (which has me chewing through drywall), but I think that he’s speaking very broadly too. Bernard is a very odd example of a civilian, because he’s always getting dragged into things much bigger than him. And even before that, he had his big ideas, his conspiracies, his loud personality. He tended to rub people the wrong way in high school. Then in issue #7 of TDR (the Bernard pov issue my most beloved, weird pacing aside) Bernard refers to this “oozy, sticky feeling” that he ALWAYS feels when Tim isn’t around. He says when he’s alone it’s harder to put one foot in front of the other. To keep GOING. To wake up every day.

I think that Bernard has always felt like an outcast. (Robin #121, he doesn’t fit into any clique). He wasn’t as okay with it as he acted. And I think he wasn’t getting any attention from his parents. (Batman: Urban Legends #5, Bernard’s parents nonchalance to the days leading up to his kidnapping)

So just like Bernard explained to Tim, that feeling got bad. and he wanted to let go. The chaos monsters, the cult, all of it was a means to an end. But then Tim agreed to see him again, and I think that sparked something in him. Because he started learning to fight. When he was tied down to that alter and Tim was saving him, I think it fully sank in to Bernard that he didn’t want to die. Reconnecting with Tim gave him hope and made him really feel something good for the first time in ages.

So now that they’re dating after the cult fiasco, we get to know this current Bernard. A less goading, maybe calmer Bernard. But he’s still himself, of course, rambling about his ideas and making bad jokes and sticking to his guns (he has NEVER been a pushover, no idea where people get that idea?). I think a lot of people complained that Bernard mellowed out too much in terms of attitude, but I think if he seems “nicer” it’s because 1) he’s grown now. It’s been a while since we last saw him, and he’s clearly changed a lot. And 2) because he’s dating Tim now. He likes him a lot, and he’s an affectionate partner. He wants to lift Tim up.

But the fact that he was pulled into a cult still remains. And as lighthearted as Bernard tries to be, that traumatic experience still happened. It said in Urban Legends #5 while Tim was searching for him that Bernard had welts on his arms and legs and had been acting different, so it’s not like he was just snatched up on a whim. He’d spent significant time there. For those who haven’t read much abt the ways cult trauma specifically can fuck you up, I recommend doing a search if you’re in a good headspace for that and want to understand him more. because it’s pretty bad.

And then! yeah. you guessed it. Bernard gets kidnapped again. Chained up next to a BOMB that’s counting down. RIGHT WHEN HE’S WORKING ON HEALING FROM ALMOST BEING SACRIFICED BY A CULT.

And surely this can’t get crazier. He’s almost died twice in the past 6 months. except, remember his parents? In TD:R #7, we really see a little more of his relationship with his parents. He doesn’t live up to their standards, and his dad specifically seems to just want to argue with him. The restaurant they’re at is attacked, and everything goes to shit, and. you know, I think these panels really speak for themselves.

And for the record, when it’s revealed that everyone is seeing their worst fears, Bernard’s parents fears are not about him.

So now Bernard has to deal with that. And we start to see that Bernard is really not as okay as he’s tried to be. He keeps a baseball bat by his door because he’s been kidnapped twice now. And just when he’d likely thought things couldn’t get worse, he heard the Chaos Monsters were back. I can’t imagine he feels safe. He lashes out for the first time since all this has happened and yells at Kate and Tim, because while they’re doing what they feel is necessary to save more people (AND I DONT BLAME THEM AT ALL), Bernard can’t talk about it.

And I will forever be sad and insist that TD:R got cancelled too soon, just before we could get into the really juicy stuff, because things had to be wrapped up pretty quick and this was the only comic Bernard was consistently appearing in. But when Tim is giving himself up to the chaos monsters, Bernard goes out and rallies anyone he knows can help. Things were rushed because there was no more time to flesh out the story the way it could have been, but I’m including these panels just because I love Bernard Audacity Dowd using a fucking flashlight and shadow puppet to call Batman. geeking out for a minute. And then leading the battalion to save Tim with a SLEDGEHAMMER. gay people rule.

So yeah! While I see the vision of how a lot of Bernard’s trauma was meant to be semi-resolved and let him come to peace after saving Tim back, we just didn’t have the time for him to heal properly. I’d give anything to get inside his brain again. UHH IF YOU READ THIS I HOPE YOU LOVE BERNARD NOW and don’t come at me if I left something out, some of my comics aren’t with me rn. Bonus TimBer for the road:

#WHEW IT TOOK A WHILE TO ORGANIZE THESE PANELS #Hes NOT BORING he is SO FASCINATING TO ME #i think his character is just not being utilized the way it could be #I didnt source every panel so just ask if you want to know where something is from! #bernard dowd #batfamily #dc comics #tim drake #timber #timbern

[pronoun-fucker]

IN 1986, Sophie Ottaway was born with a very rare condition which required immediate surgery.

Cloacal exstrophy happens when the organs in the abdomen do not form correctly in the womb, resulting in babies born with organs such as the bladder or intestines outside the body.

Doctors had to operate to save her life.

Sophie was actually a boy, with a tiny, damaged penis but healthy testes.

But doctors advised Sophie’s parents that their baby’s male ­genitalia should be removed to avoid further complications.

The baby had to be registered by the following day, which meant they had to decide whether to tick male or female on the form.

Sophie’s parents Karen and John followed the surgeons’ advice.

“They were told not to tell me,” says Sophie, a warm and friendly 37-year-old who has since fully forgiven her parents for their decision.

“We are very close,” she tells me, “despite going through some rocky times in the past.”

Life changed for Sophie, who grew up in Beverley, East Yorks, when she was 22 years old and visiting her GP surgery for tonsilitis.

She says: “I saw on the computer screen that I had XY chromosomes, had been castrated hours after birth, and an incision was made where a vagina would be.”

Although Sophie exploded at her parents in the moment, she buried her feelings about it all until 13 years later when, hospitalised during a Covid lockdown, it was discovered she had developed sepsis that had ended up in her intestines.

‘I went into 13 years of absolute denial’

This was what led her to decide to speak out.

Sophie was already aware that many children and young people were being groomed in gender ideology, persuaded to take puberty blockers, then set on a medical pathway for life.

She says: “At age 11, as I approached puberty, they put me on oestrogen because there’s no ovaries, and no testes to produce testosterone.

“This is what doctors are doing now to kids who wish to change gender — putting them on blockers.”

It was a lie when Sophie was told she had to take oestrogen for life because her ovaries had been removed at birth as a result of damage.

Sophie was born biologically male. “So obviously there were never any ovaries,” she says wryly.

She adds: “The time to tell me and try to get informed consent was at the point we introduced the endocrinologist. This is the time puberty blockers are being offered to kids, so I make that connection with what’s happening today.”

When feminists and others critical of the medicalisation of children with gender dysphoria have said that these drugs and interventions are harmful, we are often labelled bigots. But Sophie is speaking from personal experience, in the hope that she will be listened to rather than dismissed and vilified.

About five years ago, Sophie chose to stop taking the hormones, because “I was adamant that many problems in my life were being caused by them.

“I was about 4st heavier than I am now, and I wasn’t eating badly. I was having bladder pain beyond belief.

“I had fatigue and was quite angry a lot of the time.”

By then, Sophie had been taking oestrogen for 20 years, and decided enough was enough. She was told she should keep taking it because it was for bone density, to which she replied that she would have regular bone scans.

Sophie had no choice but to go on oestrogen, because the doctors prescribed it to her as a child — but surely she should be listened to when she warns of the effects cross-sex hormones have on the body?

Now that she no longer takes it, all her symptoms have improved.

She says: “We’re selling this idea of perfection in the guise of changing gender. You’ve got all of these problems and might be struggling because you don’t fit in at school, or because you like boys’ toys and you’re a girl, or vice versa. As someone who knows all about decisions made under time pressure and who has paid the price, Sophie’s understanding of the sales pitch being made to children before puberty is crystal clear.

She says: “You’ve got a sale based on a time pressure.

“We’re going to push you through this for the puberty blockers, we’re going to make that sale.”

Keen to stress that there is a big difference between a girl behaving “like a boy”, wearing boys’ clothes and haircuts, Sophie adds: “Puberty blockers are a different level to how we dress and which toys we favour.”

The idea being sold is that gender reassignment is the answer to all your problems, but Sophie says: “What you get is genital mutilation, castration, and a lifetime of dangerous hormones, which was my experience.”

As she points out: “Children can’t vote, they can’t drink, can’t drive.

“But you can choose to do something life-changing.”

Sophie hopes that by speaking out and telling her unvarnished truth, some children — and parents — might make a different choice.

She says that when she found out that she’d been born male, “I obviously knew I had urological problems, and I knew that I had no vagina because of the surgeries.

“I didn’t address it at that point. I was 22, in second year at university.

“I had a plan of my life. And dealing with this monstrosity was not in the plan. I got up the next day and went to university.

“I still had the same connection with my friends. I was still the ­person I was 24 hours ago.

“But I went into 13 years of ­absolute denial.”

She never told anyone about it, not even close friends.

‘When I came out of hospital I was raging’

Then, during the pandemic, Sophie found herself in hospital a couple of times, and it all came crashing down.

She recalls: “They thought it was a kidney infection, but they couldn’t get to the bottom of it.

“When I was born they had fashioned some female genitalia. Brown putrid fluid starting leaking out of the hole and it would not stop.

“I presented at the hospital and I had to tell them for the first time about what had happened to me.”

When doctors examined her, they saw that there was something very wrong.

It turned out there was a mass in her abdomen, which was the neovagina — inserted when she was a baby — and left to rot.

Sophie says: “I found out from my mum that they had inserted it when I was two days old, and that one day it popped out and was found in my nappy.”

Surgeons replaced it during a later operation, sealed it up, and left it, which is why it led to sepsis many years later.

“No one had been told it had been put back in,” says Sophie.

Up until this point she had thought that the surgeon had simply operated to save her life — “which he did, but he also did a hell of a lot of other stuff that was unnecessary.”

What’s more, the doctors failed to do something that was necessary — namely, address the complex urological problems that have plagued Sophie all her life.

She says this “is one of the things that has the biggest effect on having any kind of intimate relationship. And yet the one thing that they could have fixed is my incontinence.”

She tells me: “When I came out of hospital, I was raging at that point.”

And she thought that by speaking out, she might be able to help those who think they are in the wrong body.

Sophie says: “A lot of them are being groomed to feel that way or question those thoughts in the first place by the school and the system and the media. Those kids need help.”

A much better solution, she argues, would be to divert funding currently being used for puberty blockers, cross sex hormones and surgery and ­allocate it to children’s mental health services and counselling.

Sophie says: “We can work with that person to find out why they are feeling like this.

“Then, maybe when they become an adult, they might be mature enough to be properly informed and consent to any changes to the outer body.

“It is often assumed I am transgender, but I really don’t like labels. I am just Sophie.

Poised for a backlash from the more extreme trans activists, Sophie makes it clear that she respects any adult’s decision to choose that path — so long as they are properly informed.

But she is clear that this is never appropriate for children.

“I don’t want this to happen to any other baby born with this condition,” she says.

“We have to find better ways to support kids to live in the body they are born with.”

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#radical feminism #radfem #gender critical #gender #trans #transgender #Julie Bindel

[scientia-rex]

If you don't mind, I saw your post about smoking while on hormones recently and I have a couple questions.

Obviously quiting smoking is better for you in general. But are the adverse effects while on hormones the same for testosterone and estrogen?

Secondly, is this mostly about the nicotine in cigarettes (generally what people mean when they say smoking) or is it about smoking anything at all (weed, vapes, nicotine vapes, etc)?

Thanks!

Good questions and unfortunately I have to say that we don’t have enough solid data for great answers on either.

Testosterone raises risk of heart attack or stroke, in part because it causes an increase in red blood cell production. You might be familiar with blood thinners that can be used to prevent heart attack or stroke; blood thickeners do the opposite. However, this data is nowhere near adequate in the transgender population. I cannot tell you much at all about how dose, method of delivery, duration of treatment, or T levels during treatment affect this long-term risk, especially over decades. The best response to this uncertainty is for trans men and transmasc people on T to protect their cardiac health from all other risks as much as possible.

Which then leads to the question of type of smoke. I would love to be able to offer you conclusive answers on that, but the Feds made it virtually impossible to study marijuana until a couple of years ago, so I can’t tell you whether marijuana is as dangerous as tobacco or not, or whether mode of intake matters. I can tell you that tobacco is bad but that people consistently underestimate the risks of nicotine by itself. Nicotine is the insecticide component of tobacco. It will cause your small blood vessels to contract, decreasing blood flow to critical areas of the body and heart. Nicotine impedes healing—smokers are notoriously bad at healing after surgery to the point where I know multiple surgeons who will literally do a blood test for nicotine metabolites before doing higher risk surgeries. They don’t trust patients to tell them whether they smoked, and they have reason to distrust. You want top or bottom surgery? Quit smoking. Now.

I had an attending once describing to me watching what happened to a woman who had fingers reattached. He warned her that if she ever smoked again, she would lose the fingers. She didn’t believe him and thought just smoking a little would be fine. The fingers necrosed—died—immediately, because those small blood vessels are critical to healing a process like a reattachment or transplant. So then she had open wounds with gangrenous fingers attached to them. Great.

We don’t have long-term health outcomes data on vapes yet but for my money they’re going to turn out to be really bad for you as well. Nicotine is a poison. Your lungs don’t love poison delivery by any mechanism. The combustion products of tobacco are also REALLY FUCKING BAD for creating cancerous mutations in your cells, but don’t inhale poison if you want to live a rewarding life where you get to enjoy doing things you want to do, like fucking. (Erections also depend on blood flow and healthy blood vessels. Treat yours with kindness.)

[emilybeemartin]

Ok ok ok ok listen. Because I have anxiety I feel it's my duty to say that this show won't be for everyone. I came to it over quarantine because my husband suggested we read Bernard Cornwell's series together, and I agreed because I liked Hornblower and knew this was the army equivalent and, let's face it, I wanted to see scruffy mid-thirties Sean Bean in uniform.

THE PREMISE:

Richard Sharpe is a lowborn rank-and-file soldier in the 95th Rifles during the Napoleonic Wars who is raised to an officer after saving Sir Arthur Wellesley's life (this all happens differently in the books, but the basic event is the same). Throughout the series, he rises in the ranks thanks to his bravery and heroism/recklessness, but he's always caught between two worlds--trying to be a leader of common men while never being accepted by the rest of the highborn officers.

Let's start with the bad:

CONS:

Look, this is a 90s drama glorifying the British army. So like, there are gonna be issues. Women are mostly romantic side pieces to be wooed and rescued, and there are plenty of subplots, verbiage, and stereotypes that didn't age well. Production values are low for the first few and so you've got battle scenes with like fifteen guys and a horse, which honestly I find endearing. But no episode is more cringey than Sharpe's Gold. Due to legal issues, the script had to be rewritten with none of the original material, and it turned into this bizarro semi-supernatural horror involving Aztec gold (in Spain, yes). It's completely different from all the other episodes, and even Sean Bean didn't like it (he called it a "mish mash," which is true). It's such a weird piece of work that we almost stopped watching the show, but we continued, and we were relieved to find that the rest of the series is markedly better. History Hack podcast does a great dive into why this episode was so whack.

PROS:

I MEAN COME ON

Sean really understood this character--absolute chaos on the battlefield and shy and awkward pretty much everywhere else. He's amazing in battle scenes and he's EPIC at acting wounded. But the scenes I replay over and over are when he's socially out of his depth and gets flustered and sputtery and so Sheffield the captions can't handle it.

Supporting cast:

You'll find a lot of your classic British TV favorites making appearances throughout this series, and the camaraderie among the riflemen is always fun. Obviously this is a dude fest, as stated above, but some of the women are also written and acted really, really well--- Assumpta Serna as Teresa is that winning combination of a love interest/action heroine who doesn't devolve into a damsel in distress, and even passes the Bechdel test on a few occasions. And Diana Perez as Ramona is so badass and enjoyable.

Locations: Aside from a few interior sets, these films are mostly shot outside on location, with practical effects and stunts. There's some gorgeous scenery of the Crimean peninsula standing in for Spain and Portugal, and it's just really fun watching these guys run around rocky escarpments and fields with flares and stage explosives going off around them.

Music: I saw someone tag the opening theme as "electric guitar jumpscare" and they're not wrong. It's wonderfully anachronistic and totally 90s and you'll never get used to it. But far better are the soldiers' songs John Tams threads throughout, as well as his and Muldowney's thematic scores, and you will always, always finish an episode with him singing "Over the Hills and Far Away" stuck in your head.

Filming Lore: There was a LOT that happened during filming. Everything from Paul McGann having to drop out as the lead to misadventures in filming in Crimea just after the collapse of the Soviet Union. History Hack podcast has an awesome series of "filming of" episodes with input from cast, crew, and historians, and Jason Salkey (Rifleman Harris) has a book called "From Crimea With Love" that details the batshit filming adventures. I haven't read it but he references it every six minutes throughout the podcasts.

So: you've been warned, you've been primed. Start with Sharpe's Rifles; it's on Youtube. Watch it and Eagle, maybe jump to Battle or Siege if you're not sure, and then make up your mind.

If this all sounds enjoyable to you, but you wish there were more tall ships, more Paul McGann, more heroic brooding, and even MORE true love cosplaying as masculine camaraderie, you're in luck! Because you should also watch Hornblower!

And then draw fan art of it all! Please,,, I am so lon el y

#sharpe #hornblower #sean bean #paul mcgann #ioan gruffud

[lovelaetter]

[vague dubcon.]

sub!aeri who is the mommy’s girl. a joke at first, because you’re so good at handling her, a “okay, mom” and “c’mon, mommy” here and there between giggles, she can help but mess with you but it’s also her way to test the waters— she really doesn’t want to embarrass herself in front of you in bed, you know, make things weird. slips from her one day, too tired of your teasing, high pitched “mommy, do something” while trying to grind against your hand. doesn’t realize it happened until you’re cooing at her while holding her chin and telling her that “mommy will take care of everything”.

she has a liking for degradation/humiliation. she’s so confident and sure of herself, it’s just a big turn on for you to make her feel like… less. wears the prettiest outfit when going out, perfect make up and hair, knows she looks good, loves the way you hype her up and kiss all over her face and even blushes because god, you can be too much sometimes, but deep down, she’s already scheming a way to get into your nerves, something she knows will have you grabbing her by the hair just the way she likes when you get back home, calling her a whore, that you “should’ve imagined when i saw this fucking dress, aeri”. bend her over the nearest surface, striking sound of your hand coming down hard on her skin because you just can’t help it, her ass is too tempting for you to not spank her, and isn’t that what she wanted? to be treated like the slut she is? and she sure won’t learn her lesson if you treat her kindly…

a few pussy spanks too, her whining for you to stop, it hurts, and when you tell her to do her best to beg you she just can’t find her words because the reality is that it feels too good. tears down her face when you start the name calling again, shaming her for liking all the mean things you’re doing.

sub!aeri who takes time to open up about it but is so into pet play, specially on days she’s feeling like being the best girl for you, sitting by your feet and resting her head against your thigh, weight of the collar around her neck. maybe giselle being her pet self name, pretty girl being so happy when you gift her a heart shaped pendant that has gigi written in it for her collar. needy puppy she is always ends up humping your shoes or your thigh, mouth attached to your neck if it’s your thigh, leaving marks there.

doggy style for the puppy obviously, her shaking her ass side-to-side and looking over her shoulder with the biggest eyes if you take too long. is so noisy in her pet mind state, has yourself leaning to offer her your fingers so she can occupy that mouth— also, multiple pillow cases have been torn by how hard she bites on them. likes the fake cum dildos the best in this scenario, there’s something about you saying you’re about to fill your puppy that makes her go cross eyed.

speaking of fingers, sub!aeri who likes to suck on your fingers. not like minjeong in my other post, she doesn’t have an oral fixation, it’s just something she likes, get them messy. and please, spit on her mouth! fuck her mouth too!! hard, make her gag and cry, slap your thighs desperately because she needs a break… fuck her mouth like it’s her pussy.

sub!aeri who loves to ride you, specially if you’re sitting on the couch while she does all the work, her back to you, reverse cowgirl like. it’s more about the effect it has on you, a sight to see, her ass up and down on your lap while she tosses her head back and moans your name or title.

pussy eating skills are top level, kneeling, “mommy, spread your legs” not even trying to be subtle about the way she licks her lips. the bratty side of her can’t resist teasing so you may have to take her head in hands and direct her to where you need, so again, don’t be shy, move your hips and make a mess of her face.

sub!aeri who keeps a secret folder in her phone full of photos of her body after you’re done with her. the imprints of your hands on her ass, bruises on her waist, hickeys on her chest and neck area, close-ups of her pussy all red and sticky, some videos of your fingers going in and out of her very slowly too, maybe a few of her eating you out/sucking your strap… it’s her go to material when she’s away and needs to touch herself.

yeah, i could go on forever here…

#writing.txt #aespa smut #giselle smut

[saint-siren]

thoroughbred. | pt. iii: need

summary: reader takes a drug that makes her unspeakably horny but anyone would think Levi was the one who was on it

warnings: reader deals with some weird unexpected feelings about the outcome of her pregnancy test

contains: nsfw (duh), breeding, aphrodisiacs, a little comfort from Levi, Hange is always right

author’s note: sorry I took so long to update i was in a silly goofy mood

part i/part ii

You had to admit you’d been curious about the little vials that sat on the nightstand. It wasn’t that you needed them but you’d heard their effects were potent, apparently it made your arousal more pressing, turned it into almost tortuous need to cum. That sounded a little appealing to you but you didn’t know how to bring it up to Levi. You didn’t want him thinking that you needed it and you really didn’t trust your own eloquence at expressing your desire. 

However, Levi saw you gaze at them while you laid in bed exhausted and pulled an explanation from you. “What, you think you might need it?” He asked “I’m not asking you to go again if you’ve had enough.” You shook your head. “It’s just…” You slurred. “I wanted…I wanted to know how it feels.” Levi stared at you skeptically, forcing you to further explain even though your brain was melting. “I wanted to know how it felt to be teased after I took it. Everyone says it makes you so aroused it hurts. I…I kinda like the idea of that.” You were too fucked out to even be embarrassed.

You were expecting Levi to call you out for being a pervert but you only heard him laugh which broke you out of the your sleepy haze. Your eyelids which had previously been drooping, shot open to see Levi handing you the vial. “Then go ahead. I’ll help you.” You hesitated for a moment before you smiled gratefully and downed the sickly sweet liquid.

The aphrodisiac took effect fast and soon you were squirming, your body felt so hot and every touch made you twitch. Levi obviously enjoyed this development more than he thought he would. He was more of a tease now, working you up slowly with very light touches. Pulling away each time you try to move to move your hips up, trying to feel more of his touch. Only continuing to touch you when you laid back, allowing him to be solely responsible for your pleasure. You ended up gripping the sheets trying to keep from moving all while you begged him for just a little more. 

“Leave everything to me. I don’t want you doing any work at all.”

Your body was exhausted but you couldn’t help but twitch and writhe under his hands. He took it slowly, working you up only to push your hips back down until you let him do as he wished, uninterrupted. You laid flat on your back, trying to resist riding his fingers as he pressed three of them deep inside you. You whimpered, you begged, you had tears in your eyes. And…he enjoyed all of it. He had an earnest smile on his face, not even a mean smirk, his face lit up at the sight of you like this. He was legitimately having fun. Somewhere in your love drunken mind, you were glad for it even though it felt as though you’d burst into tears if he wouldn’t let you cum.

“Oh, please…please, I can’t…” You begged once more and you saw a flicker of something in his eye, sheer glee.

“You can and you will.” Stern as ever, though his voice was soft. He set a punishing pace with his fingers, trailing kisses down your body starting at your sweaty face. It didn’t seem to bother him how much of a mess you’d become under his touch, in fact, you had every reason to believe it pleased him immensely from the soft groans he made each time you squeezed around his fingers. 

You closed your eyes at some point, the sight of him only exacerbating the throbbing need for more. You could feel his kissing trailing downward until he reached your cunt and seemed to get a bit distracted from teasing you. Your eyes popped open the second his tongue reached your clit. His mouth clinged to your clit and he simply decided to stay there nursing at it, groaning at your sounds, soft vibrations that only bring you closer. He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet smack so that he can trace his tongue over your entrance. 

He becomes so focused there at your cunt, licking up all the slick between your folds, that you think he might not mind if you try to roll your hips again. You’re wrong. The second your hips move up and your hands grasp his hair, he pulls away, seizing your hands and holding them at your sides. He looks up at you, his gaze turned stern again, wet from the nose down with your arousal. It makes you throb with need despite yourself, you’d been so close, so close that time. “I-I’m sorry,” You mumbled, panting.

“No, you aren’t,” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “But you will be.”

Before you could even respond, he had dragged you to the end of the bed, pushing your legs back further than you thought you were even capable of. He pushed in with a hard thrust that took your breath away and set an intense pace, uncharacteristically unable to control himself. You came after a few seconds of his feverish thrusts, unable to resist any longer. Levi didn’t stop or slow down even, desperately rutting impossibly deep and nearly growling like an animal as he did so, as he felt the silken squeeze of your orgasm. You were vaguely afraid your cunt had turned him feral. He laced his fingers through yours, holding both your hands so tightly it hurt, pressing them to the bed. 

All the while, you were making the most ungodly noises that might have embarrassed you if only you could hear anything over the wet smacking and the sound of Levi’s breath catching in his throat, his low groans rumbling from deep in his throat. He was finding it difficult to slow down even though you were so sensitive that his smallest movement made your vision go white. Levi came surprisingly quickly this time, not that you were complaining, you didn’t know if it was the drugs or something else that made you feel as though electrified the moment he came inside you. It was euphoric, the stall in his thrusts, his gasp, the way that he buried his face in your neck, his hands lifting your hips slightly so that they’d be flush against him. It was amazing how he never wasted a drop, even like this. Always so dutiful. 

Your head lolled back, your eyes closed and you thought the two of you were finished. But Levi, who hadn’t yet pulled out, began thrusting again this time more languidly. “Again?” His voice raw and a little hoarse. You nodded, struck dumb with pleasure. You would never have denied him anything. That time he was far more gentle, featherlight kisses at the corner of your mouth, whispering in your ear telling you to cum for him again. You were both sticky, sweaty and in complete disarray by the time you were ready to pull away from each other but neither of you really seemed to mind. You let him shower first while you gathered up the strength to get out of bed.

Sometime after your days together ended again but before your next set of meetings, you needed to report to the fertility center to be examined and tested. For some reason, you had butterflies, your heart was racing and you were anticipating bad news. You tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t been trying to get pregnant for very long, but you knew that if you found out that you weren’t you would inevitably be disappointed. 

Hange was your practitioner and greeted you warmly. They were very reassuring all throughout. “Don’t worry about the results, that’s my job,” they said as you waited for the test results to appear. “I’m not really supposed to be talking about Levi with you, in theory, but between you and me; I’m sure he won’t mind if he has to put in some extra time.” It made you smile like an idiot, looking at the floor to try and hide your embarrassment. “Yeah? How would you know?” you asked, trying not to read too much into it. They shrugged. “I just know.”

The results appeared on the paper test. Negative. You sighed. Your stomach dropped. It was ridiculous…as long as you weren’t pregnant, you got to routinely have sex with the man you desired the most. No one would fault you for not being pregnant so soon, it was normal. And it wasn’t as if you had any particular yearning for children before. So why did you feel so disappointed? Maybe there was part of you that wanted to be pregnant with Levi’s child for reasons that didn’t have anything to do with the project. Maybe the things you had babbled out, the things you imagined as Levi toyed with your body so efficiently were not just heat of the moment desires. Maybe your yearning went far deeper than you thought. 

“I’d offer you a hug if I wasn’t just handling your urine,” Hange said in a surprisingly serious tone. “Please don’t look so disappointed. It just takes some time.”

You shake your head, trying to clear away the odd melancholy rising up. “I know, it’s okay.”

Hange gave you a sympathetic look before sighing and cataloging the results. You left quickly, rushing out the front door and bumping into someone. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled before returning to reality and seeing that it was Levi, looking at you with concern. 

“Watch where you’re going next time, what the hell are we going to do if you walk into a door and give yourself a concussion?” He said. “I’m sorry…” you apologized again. “I wasn’t saying it to make you…” He trailed off. Analyzing the dazed look on your face, his concern only grew. He decided to cut the scolding and get straight to the issue at hand. “What happened?”

“I’m not pregnant,” you admitted. “I got the test and it turned out negative. It was just routine but I didn’t expect it was gonna feel this…disappointing.” Levi’s expression softened. Some part of him was disappointed too but it wasn’t at you, it wasn’t because he didn’t believe you couldn’t do it just because you weren’t pregnant right then. It was just that the image of you swollen with his child, plagued him day in and day out. The subject of his wet dreams and the image he found his mind drifting to when he needed to relax, to fall asleep. It was like a touchstone at this point although he knew it was odd and perverse to be imagining something like that, to be wanting you more than he should. It was a little bit bitter to see that it hadn’t yet come to fruition and he was weary of what that meant but in the end, he put that aside. 

“It’s alright,” he tried to assure you. “It’s not like we haven’t been trying. I heard someone say it takes six months on average even for a married couple.” Never mind that he didn’t remember exactly who he heard it from or whether it was true, it seemed like a good thing to say right then. You couldn’t help but smile at how earnestly he was trying to comfort you although it made you feel guilty that he should even need to comfort you over something so silly. 

“Thanks,” You said. “You’re not…disappointed to have to keep trying, are you?” You couldn’t help but ask, you remembered what Hange told you but you wanted to hear it from him. You felt so vulnerable, all of a sudden uncertain in a way you hadn’t been before when pregnancy was a straight path from your point of view. “No. Why? Are you?” He looked at you skeptically, as if he couldn’t fathom why you’d have to ask him something like that. “No, of course not, I just thought…” you trailed off. 

Levi was staring at you with a stern expression. “Thought what?” He asked, almost challenging you to try and deride yourself in front of him. The thought of him scolding you made you realize how stupid it was to presume he didn’t want to keep fucking you. 

“Nothing. It’s just that all of this has unlocked some weird insecurities.”

He sighed. “I get it. The whole fucking thing is weird. But I swear I’ll lose my fucking mind if you don’t get it through your head that I’m not gonna be upset no matter what results you get.”

“What if we’re at this for a year?”

“Then we’ll be at it for a year. And if it still hasn’t happened then, then we’ll be at it for two.” He sounded not only utterly sincere but as if he hadn’t considered anything else. It was obvious. The two of you. 

“Thanks, Levi. I really…I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to comfort me over this. Not this soon at least. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”

“Well, I’m sure you also didn’t expect to be assigned to routinely fuck your captain and get prodded like an animal by strangers. I think you can let yourself live,” He said dryly. 

You laughed. He was right. It was all new to both of you but the relief that you got, knowing it was Levi you were doing this with was beyond words. He had become essential. You couldn’t imagine having to do this with anyone else, having to keep everything to yourself and deal with it alone. You were just…really glad to have him. You hoped he felt the same way.

#levi thirsts #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #snk x reader #aot x reader #aot x female reader

[idlesana]

enough

sana x reader ; angst

summary: sana loves you, that much is for sure, but does she love you enough?

you two would never, work out.

no matter how hard you tried, how hard you’d push to be hers, it’d never work.

even in all the nights you found yourself in her arms, all the meetings in the dark, you knew even if you were her number one, nothing would change.

not a change in the relationship you had at work; dull. not a change in the ignorance you faced whenever you saw her when the sun was up. not a change in the girlfriend she had waiting for her at home.

maybe you were a masochist, letting yourself be used just to be tossed out as if you were disposable. or maybe sana really did care, just not enough.

not enough to shift the relationship, to shift the dynamic.

but she did, she really did care that much, whether you saw it or not, you were truly it for her. but nothing could bring her to hurt her lover like that.

jihyo was there from the start, from the most painful moments sana had to endure. it’d be so awful of her to just up and leave, right?

or was it more awful for her to be doing what she did in secret?

you felt fingers press to your back, tracing some words along the bare skin, you could make out some things, others just illegible. what you did feel was a quick ‘sana loves y/n’ before a small heart was drawn into your flesh.

“you have to go, it’s 6.” you muttered into sana’s neck, no clear sign of letting her go despite your words. sana only hummed, ignorant to your words as she pressed further into you, hand now running along your back to your waist, holding it tight. you only sighed, partial delight and partial pain, it’s so much harder when sana doesn’t leave you.

“sana.” you try to push her away, you do, but she’s too strong, wrapped too tightly around you.

“i don’t want to leave, y/n.” sana’s voice is a low whimper, emotion tearing from deep within her, and which both shocks you, and as bad as it is, makes your heart flutter.

“you have too, jihyo-“

“don’t. please don’t.” sana’s voice is shakey, wavering as she speaks. her arms somehow hold you tighter, harder, but is it enough?

“sana, she’s gonna-“

“do you love me?” her voice is less than a whisper, but you hear it, you hear it and your body stiffens. it’s not that you don’t tell her you love her, it’s just, she’d never asked.

“i-i do, sana.” you respond, safe. her arms soften a bit, now holding you loosely.

“can you say it?” she pulls away, eyes locking with yours, arms still holding your waist, breaths mixing and it’s all too intoxicating.

“i… i love you, sana.” you feel light, happy, it feels good to say you love her, but that good is replaced by bad quickly once the idea of jihyo booms back into your mind.

“run away with me.” she says, voice monotone, but serious, you’re nothing less than shocked.

“what? sana we can’t.”

“says who?” she’s testing you, you know it for sure.

“sana.” you whimper, you want to say yes, you want to so bad. she knows it, you know it, but, “we can’t.”

you were always somehow the more sane between you two.

sana sighs, arms leaving you as a new cold embraces your skin, she’s hurt, obviously, but she understands. she knows she can be… irrational. you watch as she gathers her things, not making a move to stop her, even if you want to so bad. maybe, hopefully, she knows you want to stop her.

“i’ll see you later, y/n. be sure to text me.” sanas voice is cold, and it stings just enough, just enough to make you rise to your feet, embracing sana one last time before she has to go home.

“i love you, sana.” it’s more, deep, this time, and it effectively brings tears to sana’s eyes as she wraps her arms around you once more.

“i love you, more than anyone, y/n.”

#sana x reader #sana imagines #sana imagine #sana one shot #sana twice #twice sana x reader #twice sana #sana scenarios #minatozaki sana #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice x reader

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

How did you come up with the au?

Like how did you decide to make dib a vampire?

And can explain more about what happen to dib after drinking zims blood?

*cracks knuckles* sorry, this is gonna be a long response lol

I like vampire AUs, and I hadn't come across one yet that went down a more body horror/disturbing route. I wanted to give the trope a little twist by making his vampirism slightly more cannibalistic and gross, and having it be an alien parasite rather than the typical vampire myth. Plus I wanted to try my hand at writing horror, because I'm working on an original book that will also be sci-fi horror, and I thought this would be a great way to see how people liked certain ideas that will appear in the book. Kind of like a test run.

In this AU, the venom from the initial bite that infected Dib was a serum from the parasite. It prepared his body to withstand the actual mutation (when the worm was attempting to crawl inside and attach to his body), which is why he started gaining certain abilities while also being unstable. Because the parasite was akin to fungi, Dib became sensitive to sunlight and funny stuff like garlic, which is an antifungal.

Dib has no memory of the night he was bitten, but he had been attacked in the basement while trying to help a woman who was injured. (This is the reason the woman who grabs him in the tunnel screams when she sees his face - it's the same woman he was trying to help. She recognized him and saw/sensed he was becoming one of the creatures that had kidnapped and fed from her. He obviously did not recognize her, since his memory was gone.)

The night he was bitten, he managed to escape and get home, and because the vampire was weak at this point in the cycle, she could not follow him. They used the tunnel that connected the mines to the asylum in order to prey on drug addicts and drag victims back to the cavern, but they could not go farther than that, and they are much weaker when they stray from their home.

When Zim accompanies Dib to the asylum the next night, Zim sees the vampire woman in the basement - she had come back to wait for Dib so they could finish the transformation, but obviously, none of that happened because Dib and Zim had that massive fight, and Zim took him home.

Anyway!

When Dib drank Zim's blood for the first time, the serum that had primed Dib's body ended up mutating to match Zim's Irken DNA. This is why the vampire was pissed to find out Zim's blood was already inside of Dib, because Dib was in a vulnerable stage of his transformation, and Zim's alien DNA basically took the spot of the alien parasite.

This is also why Dib's body rejected the worm - his DNA had already mutated, and he was now incompatible with the original parasite.

The human blood no longer benefits Dib in the same way it once did. Like, it'll keep him alive because his DNA is still mostly human, but he won't gain much else from it, like his previous regenerative abilities (when Zim stabbed him in chapter 20, Dib's body was healing way too slow because of this change).

Dib is now "attached" to Zim - Zim took the place of the creepy vampire aliens. He can control Dib, just like the first vampire was slightly able to do in the cavern (although she was less effective, given that Dib was already mutating with Zim's DNA). Dib can read Zim's mind and sense his feelings, but Zim can control his physical form, so they are now bound in their own parasitic relationship. Yay for genetic fuckery!

#invader zim au #your eyes are red #invader zim fanfiction #vampire dib #sorry this was a long answer lol #they'll discuss it more in the fic too

[lxrd-ren]

(Fuck me man did I actually crack it-)

Hmm, what if q!Bad being effected by the soul vultures is inherently a good thing?

I mean looking at the wiki for both the soul vulture and the soul stealing potion, it is pretty fucking powerful. I mean you could theoretically suck the life out of someone and use their soul to better yourself. I feel like q!Bad would 100% use this to his advantage

I've headcannoned how q!Bad has very destructive powers to the point where he can't use them cause he'll hurt and destroy everything. Perhaps this whole soul steal potion is his plan to get powerful enough to destroy the federation without hurting anyone else

I've put some thought into it and I think it makes sense

Obviously he found out about these potions from Dapper. But from what we know (and could see) Dapper only ever made the potions by sacrificing his health to the soul vultures

Me thinks the blue spots on q!Bad is from him consuming the soul potion instead of making it. I mean, we didn't see any spots on Dapper right? Meaning the blue spots has to have come from something else. But the blue is so similar, it HAS to have come from the soul vultures in some way. It being a side effect of drinking the potion me thinks is logical enough, and it makes sense that q!Bad is drinking it as he knows from Dappers notes how powerful it is

It also kinda explains the worker in his basement. Sure q!Bad has questioned it and maybe even tortured it, but q!Bad phrased it as an 'investigation' or 'project'. Surely q!Bad knew the worker wouldn't have much information, so why take it in the first place? Well, I think he'd go to these extremes if he had an ulterior motive. Namely, investigating whether the soul steal potion would effect federation employees aka could q!Bad use it against the federation

AND THE TIMING WORKS. When we saw the worker last, it was caged and locked up in q!Bad's basement. Let's say during that time period, he worked out that the worker is indeed effected by the soul stealing potion. And so, seeing this success, q!Bad starts taking the potion. And look at that, the black patches appear the next fucking day. And not 2 DAYS LATER, the blue spots start appearing.

And nearly everyday since, we've seen him either go back to the basement or the soul vultures, presumably to either make the potions or consume it. Oh and look at that, the blue has gotten worse and worse over time, almost as if he's drinking more and more of it

Motherfucker even said at one point:

"All according to plan."

Plus, I remember seeing one post saying how they don't think q!Bad is torturing the worker but rather experimenting on it like Dapper would experiment on shit. I'd say testing if a soul stealing potion would work on the employee is definitely experimenting on it

But I think we should definitely keep in mind the uh, ahem, other side effects.

Such as q!Bad becoming more violent, more hysteric, less empathetic, aka, losing his humanity, almost as if he's losing his own soul by getting hurt by the soul vultures and instead is regaining souls through the soul vulture potion, but ofcourse the souls aren't the same so bit by bit he's becoming more like one such as looking like one (the blue spots all over him), acting more like one (being more violent), sounding more like one.. (those noises we keep hearing at the end + start of stream)

..just saying we might see some soul vulture wings on q!Bad pretty soon..

(K but holy shit imagine the fanart that would look so fucking cool)

#qsmp #q!bbh #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #q!dapper #tw: torture #tw: experimentation #tw: kidnapping #qsmp theory

[mirroredmemoriez]

Amanda and Cecilia think thonks (THIS IS NOW GENERAL RANDOM SAW THOUGHTS)

“I grifted off his name. Shitting on his legacy was just a bonus I’ll admit that.” - Cecilia on her fathers work/legacy

“It is I who will carry on John’s work after he dies.” - Amanda on John, who basically is her father and his work/legacy.

Don’t know why these lines intrigue me, however I’ve kinda stated before how I find the comparisons between these two interesting. I don’t believe they are perfect mirrors but there are some similarities to look at, alongside their major differences as well. Cecilia uses her fathers name to benefit herself, she takes advantage of it and others to get what she wants. She is aware that what she is doing is wrong and if found out, would tarnish the Pederson name. Whereas if we turn to Amanda, she heavily dedicates herself to continuing John's work and the Jigsaw legacy. However, obviously throughout the Saw franchise, she begins to question his methods and goes against them. One takes advantage, the other is taken advantage of.

“I rob, I steal and I cheat.” - Cecilia

“I’m a murderer. He took my life from me, so I just returned the fucking favour.” - Amanda

They both admit what they're doing isn't correct to a degree. However, neither has or likely will stop what they're doing. Cecilia scams and Amanda rigs her traps to be impossible, in a way her own form of scamming? What I mean by that is, the whole point of the traps is to be a lesson- It's supposed to be escapable, any survivor of it will tell you that... Obviously, there are some places to question the tests/traps even outside of Amanda, but we're not looking at that right now. Anyway! She basically scams people out of a chance of surviving due to her own past experiences. Lynn Denlon in Saw 3 being a perfect example of this really? She died due to the shotgun collar going off yes, but she likely would have anyway due to Amanda shooting her- Which Lynn had already PASSED her test by that point really.

(Honorary Angel Trap mention) I don't think I have to go too in depth about how Cecilia scams people, but she doesn't just take their money. She also in her own way takes their lives- They leave thinking the treatment will help them, spending savings and such when really it's fake. We’ve also got the fact that Cecilia outright murdered Gabriela. This comparison of their characters and the reception to them by the fandom/audience is something I find fun! Yes, people dislike Cecilia for being a scammer, but the main cause of people's hatred that I've seen isn't even what she did to John? At least here on Tumblr, it's the fact that she killed Gabriela.... The reason I find this ''fun'' is because well, Amanda was the one who put Gabriela in that scenario in the first place and yes of course- We have to acknowledge that Gabriela was part of the scamming which is why she was tested alongside her being a drug addict, however at the end of the day I think it's agreed upon that base level, she isn't a terrible person. She did what she did to survive. So I wonder, if Gabriela had just died in her trap, whether there would be uproar about her death? Would people be angry at John and Amanda the same way they are at Cecilia? And to answer my own question, I don't actually think so. I believe this because of the circumstances of death, reactions and the reason why. Cecilia didn't just kill Gabriela whilst she was in her trap, she did it afterwards. She effectively stole her ''second chance'' because of how money hungry she was. Cecilia also showed no remorse for doing such. Then we have Amanda's reaction.

It goes without saying she was likely rooting for Gabriela the entire time, she reminds Amanda of herself for one and she's also distraught because Gabriela did WIN. I see this as a catalyst to Amanda's future behaviour alongside deaths such as when she ''mercy'' killed Adam and then Laura from Saw 2.

I'm also going to drop this link to a previous post I made, which I think fits in to what I'm saying here and possibly adds to other points. (I have a tendency to repeat myself or ramble)

Almost nobody in the Saw franchise is either fully ''good'' or ''bad.'' That's what I like about it, they are people with faults- Some characters have more redeeming qualities/traits, others not so much. The most beloved characters are likely the Jigsaw apprentices (And Adam). At least the MAIN three ones. Which, let's go over their crimes!

Fun fact! These kinds of crimes are the type that would land you in PRISON. It goes without saying that the moral compasses of all 3 of these characters are basically broken or spinning constantly. Yet, as I stated before- Amanda, Mark and Lawrence are some of the fan favourites of the Saw franchise.... And don't get me wrong, I'm an Amanda fan myself for example! However, it's so interesting the reception these guys get compared to other characters in media and generally in the Saw universe. If we go black and white/narrow our views, they are actually the villains at some points. The crimes speak for themselves and generally whilst watching the movies, you're supposed to be rooting for the people to get out of their traps- Not always mind you, but a good percentage of the time. So many people justify their actions due to their backstories, a common thing for villains and or ''bad guys''. It's understandable, because the shit all of them have gone through would definitely leave anybody unhinged... At the end of the day though, that doesn't mean they should be excused. I think I'll end this here because I've gotten so sidetracked? As I always say at the end of something like this, these are all just my thoughts and opinions- Not fact or concrete either, I'm open to discussions with people who disagree with me for example! IF YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR DOWN! THANKS FOR READING, ANYBODY WHO LIKES AND REBLOGS MY RAMBLINGS DO MAKE MY DAY. -MAL OUT

#the lines of Cecilia's are from deleted scenes #just a disclaimer #I mentioned way more characters than intended #cecilia pederson #amanda young #john kramer #gabriela saw x #lynn denlon #allison kerry #adam stanheight #laura hunter #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #jigsaw #jigsaw apprentices #saw #saw x #saw 2004 #saw 2 #saw 3 #saw franchise #saw movies #sawposting #saw headcanons #saw character study #character study #headcanons

[kc5rings]

A short something for the combined holiday of Muzzle Monday and it being Asbetos Arknights birthday, obviously nsfw under the cut

Ever read those stories about the wild sex people get up to in far north research stations? Me neither.

Tags: Bondage, spanking (tail style), bdsm, creative use of spelunking equipment, crying, practical applications of long lizard tongue

Base camps were always cramped.

Asbestos recognized the need for them but even when they were technically larger than her tent they always felt more confining.

Too solid.

Too permanent.

It had been several days journey already and this building was the last stop before the truly wild tundra, without another living soul for miles

Save of course, for the woman currently straddling her.

“There we go! Nice and secure, how’s it feel? Any circulation issues?”

Magallan’s voice was chipper as ever, like she was chatting about having had pleasant breakfast to start her day instead of having spent the last several minutes tying someone up.

“Like I’ve been kidnapped.”

Asbestos also sounded like her usual self, each word dripping with sarcasm and disdain. When her comment failed to dim Magallan’s thousand watt smile Asbestos sighed and flexed various parts of her body to properly triage herself, this would be a stupid way to get an injury and have to call off their expedition.

Magallan had been thorough, Asbestos had to admit. The basecamp only had one permanent cot, a solid metal frame that was firmly bolted to the floor meant it wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was Asbestos.

Ratchet straps used for securing gear now secured Asbestos’ legs to the cot frame at the ankle and thigh, holding them firmly in place and spreading her legs slightly. Smaller straps carefully tightened made for makeshift wrist cuffs that Magallan had then pulled up over Asbestos’ head, one tell tale click of a carabiner and she was well and truly stuck.

At least Magallan had left Asbestos with her thermal undersuit, one solid piece of tight fabric that covered everything save Asbestos’ hands, feet, head and tail. It didn’t have the shine of some of her club wear back home, but the compression was nice and too much direct skin to skin contact made Asbestos antsy anyway.

A quick test tug proved the bindings plenty sturdy, Asbestos couldn’t quite crane her head back to see what her wrists were bound to, but places like this always had hard points everywhere. Asbestos found herself appreciating Magellan’s resourcefulness in mostly using the equipment on hand for her game.

“No numbness, good blood flow, my shoulders are going to start bitching eventually with my arms up over my head like this but I can deal. This though…”

Asbestos jerked her chin up, clearly indicating the one thing Magallan had strapped in place that wasn’t scavenged from spelunking gear.

“Feels like overkill.”

Magallan laughed and reached her hand up to stroke the offending piece of gear, a close fitting cage of carbon fiber and nylon webbing that perfectly followed the contours of Asbestos’ face. You could be forgiven for thinking it was yet more scavenged equipment, but it was far to singular in its purpose to be anything other than what it was.

A muzzle.

“What you don’t like it? I even got Mayer to let me use her workshop equipment to make it for you.”

Asbestos turned her head sharply to the side in a pout, making a mental note to kill Mayer the next time she saw her. All while trying to push down the feelings that bubbled up at the thought of Magallan going out of her way to make something just her.

Outside the wind picked up, signaling a storm would be blowing through shortly, both experienced explorers making a mental note out of habit.

“Oh yes, muzzled like a beast is exactly how I wanted to spend my birthday, a real fucking trea-“

SMACK

Magallan’s smile never faded, even as she reached back and brought the flat of her hand down *hard* on the underside of Asbestos’ exposed tail. The effect is instant, Asbestos’ hips rise sharply as her back arches, accompanied by a sharp cry that slides down to a low moan as Magallan begins to rub the spot she just struck.

“That’s 1! This is your birthday trip after all so of course we’ve got to start things off with birthday spankings right?”

Red had flooded Asbestos’ face, both from the deep heat the slap had sparked between her legs and from embarrassment at the sound she’d made when it landed.

“Fuck you! You know how sensitive my tail is! Besides that’s way too many, I’m turning t-“

SMACK

Another sharp gasp, another arching of the back, this time with Magallan rolling her hips down onto Asbestos. Both of their protective gear was stacked in a corner which made for very little fabric between them, Magallan in only her slightly baggy sweater and tights. No direct contact but plenty enough to feel.

“I know how old you are, and don’t worry, I’ll keep a very strict count to make sure we don’t miss any!”

Asbestos writhed under Magallan, her not inconsiderable strength putting her restraints to the test, but they held firm. Asbestos was helpless against Magallans assault.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

A truly impressive string of profanity poured through the bars of Asbestos’ muzzle, making use of every swear in every language she’d learned throughout her travels. However by number fifteen or so, profanity had given way to choked gasps and by twenty, to occasional shuddering sobs.

Notably, none of this colorful language included Asbestos safeword, crevasse, nor did her free to move tail give the the established three taps against Magallan’s leg once words failed her. Either option would stop their game in its tracks, but Magallan had learned quite a long time ago that while Asbestos might be the hardest person on Terra to get to admit to what she wants, Asbestos was in no way shy about declaring when she didn’t want something.

So the spankings continued, one for every year that Asbestos had seen.

SMACK

Finally, the last blow landed. Asbestos’ head lolled to the side, mouth hanging open slightly and tears streaking one side of her face from the only eye that could still cry.

Magallan massaged the base of Asbestos’ tail as her other hand reached up to caress that tear stained cheek.

“There now… all done. You did so a good for me Asbestos, so so good.”

Asbestos had long since given up on words, choosing instead to nuzzle into Magallan’s touch. It was only moments like this, after Magallan tone the time to really break her down and crack her defenses that Asbestos could openly express her affection this way.

Ask Asbestos about it later and she’d just say it’s one of many things that make her a freak to be avoided, to Magallan though, it was one of her many charms. Like some of the most breathtaking views she’d seen on expeditions, a sight seen only by her.

“But it’s not a birthday without a treat is it? And you have been so good.”

Asbestos let the praise wash over her, a soothing balm after the hurt that felt all the more warm for being hard earned. She had been good and she wanted her treat.

“P-please…”

Magallan could play the sadist with ease for their games, but she truly didn’t think she could ever turn Asbestos down when she begged earnestly like that.

Magallan slid up from Asbestos’ waist until her knees where on either side of the bound woman’s head. Making sure she could steady herself on some equipment hooks on the wall Magallan reached down to push her tights down her legs until they were out of the way. Carefully, Magallan lowered herself until her slit was close enough to feel Asbestos’ labored breathing.

“Go on, enjoy your treat.”

Asbestos glazed over eyes shifted from excitement, to confusion, to frustration as her endorphin soaked brain tried to process this new situation. The muzzle was still in place, how was she supposed to…

“Sorry dear, but when you get like this you tend to get a bit too enthusiastic when you’re eating and I’ve had quite enough of those sharp teeth going where they aren’t wanted.”

Asbestos flushed red once more, realizing now that the custom made muzzle may not been crafted solely for her benefit.

“Oh don’t go getting shy on me, I had that made so you don’t need to be careful. Take everything you want, no need to hold back.”

Magallan’s ever present smile shifted to a conspiring smirk as she watched Asbestos try to puzzle out what she was meant to do.

“Come now, you’re a smart woman, an experienced explorer can always find the path through adversity right?”

Asbestos was on the verge of getting annoyed, if she couldn’t be trusted to use her mouth than what did Magallan expect her to-

Oh

Oh

Finally, Asbestos understood. It was embarrassing and surprisingly devious from Magallan but Asbestos couldn’t deny that making it hotter

Asbestos opened her mouth as much as her muzzle would allow, slowly extending her tongue out and up toward Magallan

Long, blue and thick, Asbestos’ tongue pushed through the confines of the muzzle, saliva letting it slip past with ease. While not quite as dextrous as her tail, Asbestos’ savra tongue could work wonders.

From her helpless position underneath her, Asbestos slid into Magallan, tongue twisting and coiling deeper into Magallan until the bars of Asbestos’ muzzle grew slick with her need and Magallan’s moans replaced Asbestos’ cries from only moments earlier.

The base camp had become a small smoldering spark of heat amidst endless frozen tundra, any sound that escaped from inside was carried off into the night by the howling winds.

Outside, the storm now raged. Inside, both explorers new they were likely to be snowed in for awhile. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care in that moment.

They had plenty of ways to pass the time.

#my writing #NSFT #Arknights #I’m a little late getting this done for muzzle Monday/Asbestos’ birthday but it’s DONE #Asbestos: so what you’re gonna make me wear this thing the whole time we’re stuck here? #Magallan: Well it’s just us for kilometers in any direction so really you /could/ wear it for the entire rest of the trip! #Asbetos: You’re joking.. right? right?? #Magallan: :) #anyway happy day late birthday to one of my favorite weirdos from this game

[umgeorge]

george russell is interviewed during the press conference, saudi arabia - march 6, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "George, why don't we start with you? Mercedes were difficult to read at the pre-season test, and it feels they were a little bit difficult to read at the first race weekend, as well. What conclusions did you draw from the Bahrain Grand Prix?" George: "I think the conclusions we drew were the car has potential. I think when we saw the pace on FP2, that was genuine. Lewis and I had P1 and P2. I think probably not everybody turned up, but we were genuinely fast. And then in the race we had some really big cooling issues that caught us by surprise, and we know there's at least a fifteen second loss just in the battery and the power, and probably more after you consider the effect it had on the tires. And just an extra couple of seconds in stint one, when I had Checo beind me, would have been pretty handy, so I think we'd have been in the fight for P2, for the podium, with Checo and Carlos, but definitely we didn't show our true potential." Interviewer: "Were those cooling issues a simple miscalculation, or something that actually needs a fix?" George: "I think it was definitely a miscalculation. It would have been quite straightforward to just open the bodywork very slightly and make things much easier, but we don't know how we fell into that place… Sorry, I'm just distracted by Charles walking in." [laughs] Interviewer: "Charles. Welcome!" Leclerc: "Sorry." George: "Yeah, lost my groove now. [laughs] No, but we don't really understand why, because we didn't change anything from testing-in FP2, as well-and it suddenly caught us out on Saturday, so I'm sure it'll be better this weekend." Interviewer: "I was gonna say, are you worried about it this weekend? George: "We need to get on top of it, and we've got some tests tomorrow to try and understand further what happened." Interviewer: "Alright. Thank you, George." [time jump] Journalist: "Nelson Valkenburg, Viaplay, for George: F1 media, everybody, is obsessed with the possibility of is Max going to Mercedes. How would you feel if a driver who had some choice words for you a year ago would join the team?" George: [laughs] "Yeah, I think… As I said last week in Bahrain, this is my third season now alongside Lewis, greatest driver of all time, and I feel like I've done a pretty good job alongside him, so whoever were to line up alongside me next year or the years to come, I welcome anybody, welcome the challenge. You always wanna go against the best, but ultimately, for me, just focused on myself. I believe in myself, I believe I can beat anybody on the grid, and you just got to have that mentality, so as I said, having Lewis as my benchmark for the last couple of years has been a pretty good benchmark, for sure." [time jump]

Journalist: "But what chance, George? What chance is Max Verstappen really going to Mercedes? From the inside, could you see it happening? 'Cause it would be perobably the biggest story since your current teammate signed for Ferrari." George: "I think any team want to have the best driver line-up possible and right now Max is the best driver on the grid, so if any team had a chance to sign Max they would 100% be taking it. So I think the question's more on the other side, on his side, and on Red Bull's side. Obviously so much going on there. We don't know what truly's going on behind closed doors and ultimately it's none of our business right now. Yeah, I guess it would be exciting." [time jump] (NOT SHOWN:) Journalist: "David Croft, Sky Sports F1. You all did 57 laps. Everyone did 57 laps, apart from those that were lapped, on Saturday in Bahrain. You all went into the race optimistic, I'm sure, because it was the first race of the season. How was your optimism levels at the checkered flag? That's to all of you." George: "I think after three days of testing everybody knows Bahrain pretty well. It all panned out as we probably expected, but obviously we all hope that the field tightens up a little bit right at the front. But the fight behind Max, I think, is really, really tight and it's gonna be quite exciting, between ourselves, Ferrari, Aston, and McLaren." [time jump] (NOT SHOWN:) Journalist: "Diego Mejia, Fox Sports Mexico. Both Charles and George, about the issues you had with the cooling, with the brakes and the power unit, is that a worry here? Was it probably the changing conditions in Bahrain that caused that, that we had probably the lowest temperature before the race started and then it was increasing over the race weekend?" George: "Yeah, similar to Charles, it was definitely a bit of an odd one for us, but we're confident we're on top of it and won't face the same issue this weekend."

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #saudi arabian gp 2024 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #saudi arabia #saudi arabia 2024 #saudi arabia 2024 wednesday #yuki tsunoda #charles leclerc #valtteri bottas #lance stroll #nico hulkenberg #tw max #with lewis

[heinous-desiree]

YES!!!!! AND THERES SO MANY GOD DAMN POSSIBILITIES!!!! Because like obviously C!Sydney is a fucking chaotic switch sadomasochistic bastard and I feel like Whitney absolutely needs to be bullied into his fucking place and would be shamefully turned on by it oh my GOD. but also both of them bullying You? Or Sydney and You at Whitney’s whims? Or You teasing both Sydney and Whitney? IT LITERALLY WORKS IN ALL COMBINATIONS AND IT’S SO HOTTTTT GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!!!! I’m SO upset at how there’s little to no fanfics of this combo 😭😭😭 and in general Syd is just so fucking under appreciated Im such a simp aggsbsbdbdbd

I know of a fanfic where Kylar and PC dom Whitney and it’s SOOOOO FUCKING HOTTTTTT I need more content of making Whitney a slut bc it’s just. SO GOOD. He ABSOLUTELY gets off on being put in his place that fucking brat.

You make some EXCELLENT points and you know what they say! Be the change you want to see in this world.

M!Sydney, PC, M!Whitney 3some. Dubious consent, bordering noncon, handcuffs, overestimation, mindbreak, fucking Whitney half to death cause I say so.

"F-Fuck-"

When you asked Whitney if he wanted to fuck you on the church grounds, eye narrowed hungrily while you innocently played with your cross. He just thought about making you scream pretty, letting all the other holy prisses know you might have promised your body to God, but you were his.

So why the hell was he handcuffed between you and that library prat?

"Shhh," you hushed him as Whitney choked on another moan. You breathed in the incense that made your world blur and skin warm, you couldn't tell if the fumes had any effect on the delinquent since he was already flushed.

You smiled sweetly as you turned up the vibration on the stroker you were milking him with, watching the little focus he had left break.

"You- nghaaAHH," Whitney jerked forward, only to be dragged back down by the unforgiving grip around his torso. Whitney couldn't get enough air to curse as he spasmed against Sydney's chest, all while Sydney's finger stayed meticulously stretching out his hole.

"Aw, don't cry," you cooed at him. He shuddered out a breath of relief when you pulled the stroker off him, but that was short-lived as you wrapped your hand around his sensitive length. "You haven't even fucked me yet... We've hardly began."

"Hm, we want to test if we can fuck the sin out of someone," Sydney said lowly to his ear, and that tone went directly to his dick. "Ah, you're tightening up again... For your own sake, you need to...

"Relax."

Whitney saw white as Sydney pressed hard at the ball of nerves inside him, he heard screaming and barely realized it was coming from himself as Sydney mercilessly attacked that area.

"You're hard again," you sang playfully. Whitney blinked to see you spread out in front of him, forcing his member into yourself with a small whine. "Syddd, I think he's ready~"

"Wh...What?" Whitney mumbled out as he was set bonelessly on top of you. The fingers left him, and he felt his eyes close. He needed a moment, just a moment. Then he was going to kill you two.

That thought was brutally shoved out of his head as he held still by a bruising grip on the hips and bottomed out in one thrust. "FUCK YOU-"

"Mind your language," Sydney panted as he pulled all the way out to roughly thrust in again, "you're... In a holy place!"

"Fucking bitch-" Whitney felt you wrap around him, moved along with the rough pounding. Whitney lashed out his leg to kick Sydney, but that only caused the thing inside him to pulse as Sydney grabbed his ankle to pull him further open.

"You're going to have to hit a lot harder than that, love."

Whitney bit down on your shoulder before he could start screaming again, Sydney moved in a pace as if he was trying to remold his insides, and the new position let Sydney go deeper than before. Whitney tasted blood, but you only squeezed harder around him.

Damn fucking slut, Whitney thought to himself, feeling the cum sucked out of him.

He lost grip on you after that, dick sliding out of you and having the air knocked out of him by Sydney.

Finally, finally, Sydney pulled Whitney close and released in him with a groan. Whitney was left trembling, breathing harshly. He was too exhausted for this. You two can leave him naked there for all he cared, he's taking a fucking nap-

"More." Sydney pulled Whitney to his side, still hard as he pressed against Whitney's abused hole. Whitney eyes widen as the length went into him again.

"Fuuuucgghhhk," Whitney's arms stretched out, but only heard Sydney laugh. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that bastard lost it.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He was rammed with a new relentless pace, Whitney couldn't see past the stars in his eyes, and he was letting out wet gasps. He could hear you speaking, telling him you love him and praising him for lasting so long.

"His toes are curling, how cute," Sydney voice joined, Whitney felt dizzy from the rush of arousal that made him feel.

You two didn't let up, having him again and again in different positions. His mind fully went blank after he had his knees pushed to his chest and another climax ripped out of him.

At one point, he probably lost consciousness. He only knew that when he was aware again, his feet were off the floor, held up like a rag doll, and still used like a fleshlight.

He doesn't think he can speak anymore, soon he doesn't know if he'll be able to think anymore.

He did his best to slur out "insatiable sluts" as he rid out another orgasm.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #sydney the fallen #whitney the bully #bastardcherub #question and answer #so... I like the thought of making Whitney a fucked out bitch #And you know #we deserve Sydney and Whitney fucking #They became boyfriends out of this your honor #I want Whitney to call Sydney insatiable in a fond way #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw overstimulation #tw mindbreak