#lion writes

[drunkenlionwrites]

Savium

Warnings: none, g/n reader, just a short something about Astarion's smooches 🖤

At first, Astarion’s kisses are passionate, intense and…clinical. His hands roaming up and down your body, his tongue impatiently caressing yours – all serve a purpose. His body moves with surgical precision, coaxing pathetic sounds out of you, making your body feel as heavy as a lead by the time he places himself above you. There is nothing remotely tender and genuine about them – pure passion at best, but realistically all a ruse. It wasn’t obvious at first, but each subsequent kiss proves your gut feeling to be correct. When he senses your hesitation, his touch becomes more persistent, yet there is no variance in his movements, and you wonder if the consummate lover of yours knows how to stop performing. Or if he even wants to.  

Then his kisses grow wary. Hesitant. Timid. Feather-Light. Clumsy. They feel like kisses of young love. Unpracticed, nervous. Tender. You can’t help yourself but zealously indulge in him, eagerly leading the shared moments those times. Each kiss is breathy, each tender caress leaves him trembling and gasping. He’s not leading now – he is all acceptance. He purrs into you one second and twitches away the next one. Yet his affections somehow linger inside you now. His unexpressed feelings linger between you.

The man is a menace. The kiss he gives you before the battle knocks out all the air out of your lungs – it’s desperate, longing and doesn’t in the least lack sincerity now. His lips the contrast of cool and soft. His embrace – anything short of calculated or clinical. Seeing the streams of tears on your cheeks prompts him to change it into a loud and absurd smooch accompanied by loud theatrical “Mwah”s to coax the nervous relieved giggles out of you. He still cannot stop performing, since what you see in his eyes is a crystal-clear reflection of your own worries and fears, yet he is still putting the most radiant smile on his face he can muster. And for once you’re grateful for it, feeling your lips slightly tugging up when you face him again.   

#astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #astarion fluff #baldur's gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 x you #baldur's gate 3 x you #lion writes

[drunkenlion]

Sitting on top of Vash and pinning him with your hips against his as you leave marks on his neck 😮‍💨

Yesss. You continue sucking on his weak spots on the neck, under his ear, while all he can do is softly whine, completely surrendered by your commanding, yet gentle grip of his wrists above his head. Once you’re satisfied with your work, you look at him questioning and after his nod, you strip him of his pants. You’re already wet enough, aroused just of his sounds and trembles under your lips. When you let gravity do the work and his cock completely sinks in you, he shudders under you and unleashes the loudest and highest moan so far. “Such a needy boy” you chuckle, looking at his bedroom eyes, disheveled hair and almost crimson cheeks, your marks already visible on his sensitive skin all over his neck and collar bones. It doesn’t take much for you both to cum, you being already so stimulated by your earlier teasing. “Oh, Mayfly..” he whispers in the softest voice, pulling you down, which is the first active action he’s done so far. He places his forehead against yours, while he’s still recovering from his bliss, which is the ultimate expression of affection for him, which maybe stemming from his origins.

Wanted to reply in like two sentences, and ended up gushing about him, cause Vash is just such a pillow princess aaaaah 🥵

#vash the stampede #vash #Vash headcanons #Vash smut #lion writes

[vadlings]

Represention of Autistic Frustration in Laios Dungeon Meshi

Like many other autistic people, I related strongly to Laios Touden while reading Dungeon Meshi. This post isn't going to spend time disputing whether he displays autistic traits or not—while I could do that, I want to focus on why specifically his portrayal struck a chord with me in a way the writing of most other autistic-coded characters has not.

Disclaimer: as the above suggests, this post is strongly informed by my own experiences as an autistic person, as well as the experiences of my neurodivergent friends with whom I have spoken about this subject. I want to clarify that in no way am I asserting my personal experience to be some Universal Autistic Experience. This post is about why Laios' character feels distinct and significant to me in regard to autistic representation, and while I'm at it, I do feel that I have interesting things to say about autistic representation in media generally. This also got a bit long, so I'm sticking it under a read more. Spoilers for up to the end of chapter 88 below.

The thing that stands out most to me in regard to Laios' characterisation is the open anger he displays when someone points out his inability to read other people. This comes up prominently in his interactions with "Shuro" (Toshiro Nakamoto):

The frustration pictured above (Laios continuing to physically tussle with Toshiro, using crude language toward him) becomes even more notable when you remember that this is Laios, who, outside of these interactions, is not easily fazed and often exists as a lighthearted contrast to the rest of the cast. Then we get to Laios' nightmare.

In Falin's words: "Nightmares love emotional wounds. Wounds you hold in your heart. Things that give you stress, or things that were traumatic for you. They aggravate memories like that and cause the dreamer to have terrible dreams." (chapter 42, page 10.) (damn. i'm properly citing for this post and everything.)

Thus, Laios' nightmare establishes an important fact: even if he is unable to recognise social blunders while he's making them, he's at least subconsciously aware that other people operate on a different wavelength to him, and that he's an outsider in many of his social circles (both past and present). His dream-father's disparaging words stress the impact this has had upon his ability to live up to the expectations set out for him, and we also get a panel of kids who smirk at him (presumably former bullies to some degree). Toshiro's appearance only hammers home how much Laios is still both humiliated and angered by his misunderstanding of their relationship.

I've thought a lot about anger as concomitant to the autistic experience. When autistic representation portrays ostracization, it's generally from an angle of the autistic character being upset at how conforming to neurotypical norms doesn't come easily to them; as a result, they express a desire to 'get better' at meeting neurotypical standards, a desire to become more 'normal' (whether the writing implies this is a good thing or not). In contrast, not once does Laios go, "I need to perform better in my social interactions, and try to care less about monsters, because that's what other people find weird." His frustration is directed outward rather than inward, and as a result, it's the people around him who are framed as nonsensical.

The Winged Lion starts delineating Laios' anger, and Laios' reaction is to think to himself, "It can sense all my thoughts, huh?" (chapter 88, page 16.) This is the scene that really resonated with me. I'm not saying I have never felt the desire to conform to neurotypical norms that is borne from insecurity, but primarily, I know that I don't want to work toward becoming 'normal'—I don't want to change myself for people who follow rules I find nonsensical. It's the difference between, "Oh god, why can't I get it," and, "WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT?" (phrasing here courtesy of my friend Miles @dogwoodbite). And for me personally, Dungeon Meshi is the first time I've seen this frustration and the resultant voluntary isolation from other people portrayed in media so candidly. Laios' anger is not downplayed or written to be easily palatable, either.

The culmination of Laios' frustrations in this scene wherein we learn that Laios has fantasised about "a pack of monsters attacking a village" drives home just how alienated he really feels. I need not go into his wish to become a monster himself, redolent of how many autistic people identify/have identified with non-humans to some degree as a result of a percieved disconnect from society (when I was younger, I wanted to be a robot. I still kind of do.)

Obviously, wishing death upon other people is a weighty thing, but the unfiltered nature of this page is what deeply resonated with me. The Winged Lion is laying Laios' deepest and most transgressive desires bare, and they are desires that are a product of lifelong ostracization by others (whether intentional or unintentional). This is the brand of anger I'm familiar with, and that my neurodivergent friends express being familiar with, but that I haven't seen portrayed in writing so explicitly before—in fact, it surprised me because most well-meaning autistic representation I've experienced veers toward infantilisation in trying make the autistic character's struggles easy for neurotypicals to sympathise with.

Let's also not neglect the symbolism inherent to Laios' daydream. "A pack of monsters attacking a village". Functionally, monsters are Laios' special interest—he percieves everything first and foremost through his passion for monsters. His daydream of monsters attacking—killing—humans, is fundamentally a daydream of the world he understands (monsters) overthrowing the world that is so illogical to him, that has repeatedly shunned him (other people). I joked to my friends that it's an autistic power fantasy, and it actually sort of is. And in it, his identity is aligned with that of the monsters, while his anger manifests in a palpable dissociation from the rest of humanity. This is one manga page. It's brief. It's also very, very raw to me. I think about it often.

To conclude, I love Laios Dungeon Meshi. This portrayal of open frustration in an autistic character meant a lot to me, and I hope I've sufficiently outlined why. Also, feel free to recommend media with autistic representation in the notes if you've read this far—I would really like to see if there is more of this nature. Thank you for reading. I'm very tired and should probably sleep now.

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #laios touden #shuro #toshiro nakamoto #the winged lion #autistic #autism #clay writes #i GUESS #this was so spur of the moment. im so busy right now i dont have time to be analysing laios touden #i wuont angry autistic rep..

[flowerboygeralt]

Finally finally finally did the next chapter

#this is the most violently straight thing I've ever written #dw I've got a little gay oneshot in the works if I ever get around to finishing it #I've been enjoying creative writing at uni too much to dedicate time to my fics ahhh #anyway I swear this fic is gonna get less sad soon bear with me #the witcher #geralt of rivia #essi daven #jaskier #twn #ao3 #fanfic #lion writes #lion rambling

[artist-issues]

Disney doesn't need to change "the formula." That's the last thing that Wish proves.

What Wish proves is that "the formula" only works when you know why the ingredients are in it, and you use them the correct way.

The Princess Character is meant to wish for only half of the movie's message, and go through an adventure that teaches her what the other half is; what her dream was missing. Ariel dreamed of understanding but she was missing love. Tiana dreamed of achieving her goals but she was missing faith. Jasmine dreamed of freedom but she was missing trust. Belle dreamed of adventure but she was missing being understood.

The Villain is meant to highlight the opposite of the movie's message. Jafar gets what he wants through trickery and manipulation; that's the opposite of Aladdin's "truth will set you free" message, and he gets imprisoned in a lamp. Scar thinks being a King is having his way all the time and can't learn from his past of living in Mufasa's shadow; that's the opposite of The Lion King's "Let the past remind you of your responsibility to selflessness." Gaston loves only himself and is always obsessed with appearances; that's the opposite of Beauty & the Beast's "true love is found within a heart of self-sacrifice." That's what makes them such good villains. (and that clear direction is what drives good villain songs, since Magnifico's is what everyone is talking about)

The sidekick is supposed to compare/contrast with the main character's qualities. Abu is a greedy thief, which is what everyone in Agrabah thinks Aladdin is; when he scolds Abu and teaches him selflessness, it shows us who Aladdin actually is. Flounder is easily frightened and looks at the glass half-full; when Ariel coaxes him and leads by example, we see her bravery and positivity reflected in Flounder's tiny character arc. Timon & Pumbaa do whatever they want all day just like young Simba always dreamed of; when Simba goes to live with them, he finds that "getting his way all the time" makes him forget who he really is and feel empty.

The setting is supposed to show off the characters and highlight the movie's message. Rapunzel's tower is designed to be pretty on the inside because of her influence; if it were too dark and prison-shaped, we'd wonder why she didn't work up the courage to leave sooner. Just like how Quasimodo has made his corner of the bell-tower beautiful, too; they're taught the world is cruel and they're not strong enough for it, but they make their own worlds beautiful enough to hint that that's wrong right from the start. Ariel's grotto is shaped like a tower with no roof so that she only has one window to the forbidden Surface, and it's the light that comes from that forbidden world into her dark grotto which literally makes her able to see human things differently. Tiana's apartment has no interesting features except her father's picture, a perfectly made bed, a drawer with no extra outfits but stuffed with tip money, and only two dresses; both of which are for work.

None of that is happening in Wish, because they didn't know why the formula ingredients are there. Disney needs to understand and return to the formula the right way; forgetting it was what got them here.

Asha learns nothing to add to her dream, unless you count "the power to grant wishes is in me." Which you shouldn't, because we didn't even know she was confused about that until the animals sang a song that was completely off-topic and she had the chance to jump in and sing "I'm a Star!"

Magnifico does not demonstrate the opposite of Wish's message effectively because his character has nothing to do with a philosophy against making wishes, and everything to do with power. (He is the strongest character in the film. But because the message and core concept of what wishes are are so bad, that's not saying much.)

Valentino, and Asha's friends, do not highlight anything about her character through compare/contrast. Valentino is brave and all over the place. Her friends are seven-dwarfs parodies. Happy, Doc, Sneezy, Dopey, Bashful, Sleepy, Grumpy. None of that contrasts with Asha's vague characterization of "cares too much." None of it compares to that characterization, either.

The setting is empty. There are no interesting details that teach you something about any of the characters. None in Asha's home, none in the neat-and-tidy one-dimensional forest, none in the Rosas square, and none in the bland, empty castle. Magnifico's study is the closest anything gets; there's a loose concept that all of Asha's friends have to work together to open the roof, and take a leap of faith to weigh the pulley system down. Unfortunately, none of these characters is shown struggling to work together, OR to take leaps of faith, at all, before this point.

The ingredients of the formula are in Wish. They're just not being used correctly. This is how not to use the formula; it's not the formulas fault. If it ain't broke. They should never have let people convince them to try and fix it.

#Disney #critic #wish #wish 2023 #wish hate #Disney's wish #Disney criticism #wish Disney #get it together Disney #real Disney #realdisney #notmydisney #Mulan #Tangled #The Little Mermaid #The Lion King #Aladdin #Meta #writing #writing advice #Disney princesses #Princess critiques #the Disney formula #formula #character analysis #animation #set design #Rosas #Magnifico #Asha

[privateolives]

This is probably because I grew up watching 24/7 animal planet, but what finally made the allo/aplatonic thing click for me were the nature's of big cats.

Lions are powerful, regal creatures who are uniquely adapted to pack life. They need these connections to live a healthy life; A lonely lion is a miserable creature indeed.

Jaguars are solitary, beautiful creatures who live happily solitary. They prowl their lush world with self-sufficient majesty. A jaguar is not lonely without a pack. In fact, forcing jaguars to share space with others they do not enjoy is just as damaging as forcing a lion to live alone.

A lion may choose to head out on it's own for the most part, but in the end must return to the pack to thrive. A jaguar can choose to trust and enjoy the company of others, but they never feel the need to form a pack.

Is a jaguar selfish for this? A psychopath, a narcissist or any other such horrid assumptions? Is it a less moral creature than a lion, who seeks others like it to thrive?

Is a lion pathetic, or needy, or selfish for wanting community? For requiring contact with others like they require water? For their inherent need to string complicated webs of relationships that may seem silly or dramatic to others?

Of course not. These are ridiculous questions to even ask.

They are simply lions and jaguars.

In fact, is a jaguar that chooses to spend time with you not as magical as a lion's love? For a creature that needs no bond to thrive to still enjoy your presence enough to share it a time? Is a lion who can prowl the night alone not impressive in its strength and resilience? Is it not awe-inspiring in its ability to conquer a life it was never wired for and reign still?

Are they not both beautiful and awe-inspiring in their own ways, without being wrong?

Alloplatonics. Aplatonics. Are we not both special and beautiful in both our bonds and self-confident happiness equal, in each our ways? Is there not unique beauty in lifelong bonded packs and magical encounters that need no perpetuity to carry life forward?

Are we not but lions and jaguars? Neither wrong, neither selfish, but just different and beautiful creatures in each our ways?

That's how I've come to see it, anyway.

#lgbt #aspec #lgbtqa+ #asexual #aromantic #aroace #loveless #aplatonic #alloplatonic #animals #I woke up at like 3 in themmorning to write this so I apologise for weird wording #I'm not awake enough to go hunting for the videos but if you want to see more about the equal majesty and difference in cats bonding #I suggest looking up Kevin Richardson's work with lions and panthers #I love animals. I hope I didn’t come off as degrading to anyone by using them as comparison #I can assure you the association only carries the deepest respect from me. #anyway all the aro discourse floating about made me think of this issue again #and how explaining allo/a-platonic needs has been a difficult task in the past #you're all valid no matter your labels or shapes or spots or manes #remember that when an orientation you don't understand comes to the lgbtable your job isn't to test them #it's to make room

[hedgehog-moss]

The story of my 3-year-long quest to identify a very rare bird

So I've been trying almost since I moved here to figure out what bird made this strange call that I sometimes heard near my house:

I tried to google "european bird that sounds like a laughing hyena?" and also to imitate the noise over the phone for a friend who once took an online bird course, but she had no idea. (Well, she said "that's a hyena." I said, "but I hear it all the time! Near my house!! Wait I'll do it better." She said, please stop making a hyena noise :(( and I stopped because the cats thought I was losing my mind)

Eventually I managed to record the actual bird call on my phone, and used a Shazam app for birds—but once again, no luck. The first app I tried just assumed it was being trolled and was like "it's you, isn't it? That's not a bird that's your stupid human laugh, you're making fun of me. I'm not an idiot"

The second birdsong app was more insecure and apologised a lot for failing to identify my bird. I thought it must be a rare bird! (The only uncommon bird I know of in this region is the vulture but it sounds less like a hyena and more like if elephants were birds.) Every time I heard the call (usually during the day) I opened the window trying to a) get a better recording so my app would finally have an epiphany, and b) see something flying off a tree.

At one point I was cutting brooms in the pasture and heard the call very loudly, as if the bird was just a few metres away, and it wasn't coming from the sky. I googled every possible version of "flightless (?) bird that nests in thorny bushes?" and found nothing, and started wondering if it was actually a mammal. But I couldn't think of any plausible local mammal that would make this sound—definitely not a fox or badger, who say WAOOHHH, and nothing like the polite whistle of marmots. We've got pine martens in the woods and I found a video called "mating pine marten scream bark" and thought oh!! that must be it! ... but then I listened to it and it sounded like yiiiaaaaaeeeeee, like if you stepped on a baby banshee's toe, nothing at all like the heheeheuruurhh of a hyena who just heard a good joke.

Anyway, this morning I was in the pasture and I once again heard the hyena laugh! I was standing by the moose butler tying up the hay net, away from any trees or shrubs and the call came from just behind me. I turned around thinking there was absolutely no way for the mystery bird to hide, it had landed on the ground behind me and this time I was going to see it!

And

it was HER:

Absolutely no doubt. I saw Pampy's throat vibrating along with the last echoes of the hyena laugh. All these years I've been saying that llamas are very quiet animals who just make cute little "hum-hum" sounds (I rarely hear adult llamas humming to one another, it's mostly for mother llamas to communicate with their baby and with me) and I had no idea that the shrieking hyena-bird I occasionally heard outside my house was Pampelune! I googled "llama alarm cry" and immediately found youtube videos featuring llamas making this exact sound. There was a stray dog nearby this morning that Pandolf eventually chased away, so maybe Pampy was the first to hear him and sounded the alarm. Maybe she uses this cry to tell Pan to go do his guard dog job, because he left the pasture and ran into the woods when she made the sound (while I was turning round like "aha! you can't run, hyena-bird!")

I wanted to share this discovery! I've had llamas for nearly 4 years and I'm only now finding out that they can laugh like hyenas when the situation calls for it. I feel bad for the poor birdsong app that I've repeatedly gaslighted feeding it a llama call and insisting that it identify this bird for me while it hung its head in shame like "I swear I don't have your bird in my database. I'm so sorry. I'm a bad app."

Llamas are fascinating creatures. Please experience their majestic alarm call again, and be alarmed:

#crawling along #you can look it up on youtube if you want to check with your own eyes (and ears) #i would understand the scepticism. it seems like such a random sound for llamas to make! #also as i started writing this post i thought i'd check what hyenas actually sound like and #it's not like that at all ! i assumed they had a mean-spirited cackle because of the lion king i think #when really it's more of a charming good-natured giggle

[supreme-leader-stoat]

With full respect to the Professor, if I were to ever work a "subject cannot be killed by any living man" prophecy into one of my stories, I think I'd want to actually play with the 'living' part of the condition instead of 'male' or even 'human.' Imagine the drama if Bob Redshirt, beloved secondary character, looses an arrow at the villain, kicks the bucket himself while it's in flight, and posthumously lands a perfect shot.

#then again the big bad escaping the heroes only to be mauled to death by mountain lions does carry with it a certain je ne sais quoi #writing ideas

[little-pondhead]

Danny moved to Gotham.

Freakshow is touring in Gotham.

Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.

Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.

Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.

Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.

Danny turns to the Joker for help.

The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.

Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.

Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.

#pondhead blurbs #dpxdc #how we feeling about this fellas #i think it's an ideal angst fic #but i don't wanna write it lol #the younger danny is the worse it gets #someone said that danny shouldn't be afraid of the joker because he's a clown and freakshow is a ringmaster. not a clown #if i find that post i'll tag the creator cause i can't remember rn #but i'm imagining danny who is heavily traumatized and scared and lonely #finding out that one of his worst enemies he hoped to never see again is hunting him and is so close danny has to check his eyes every day #just to make sure they haven't turned red #his anxiety is out of control and he's not about to go find a Bat or Bird to talk to #who would believe him anyways? he's a monster #but danny needs help cause he will not survive this on his own and he knows it #freakshow haunts his every waking dream #but freakshow isn't from gotham. he doesn't have the city's curses engraved into his blood. he never died and he's not truly teasing death #so danny chooses to plead for help from the only predator bigger than freakshow (in his eyes) who IS from gotham #danny goes to the Joker. prepared to offer everything but his free will and free mind. he can't give those up. it's all he has. #danny is a feral house cat asking a tiger to take care of a mountain lion for him by offering the tiger his own liver on a silver platter #joker is...delighted? maybe? no one is quite sure. but he takes what danny offers. #here is this little boy. almost the same age as the second robin when he died. pleading for the JOKER to be his savior. this will be fun

[maxpawb]

have you ever seen a pink lion?you have now

#art #furry #furry art #furry fandom #sfw furry #sfw furry art #safe fur work #neon colors #bright colors #eyestrain #this character is separate from my other pink party lion bc this one is a sona and the other one is an oc! #i think ill write some notes on how theyre different from each other

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

iirc ramshackle might be older than nrc? pomefiore's the oldest dorm, and snow white is the oldest disney movie, so we can assume that the dorms were founded in the order their respective movies were released. but the thru the mirror short is older than snow white

Yes, I mentioned Pomefiore's age in this post! Though it has yet to be confirmed in official materials, if we assume that the release date of the associated Disney animation represents the age of each dorm, that means the dorms, in order of youngest to oldest would be:

Ignihyde (Hercules, 1997)

Savanaclaw (The Lion King, 1994)

Scarabia (Aladdin, 1992)

Octavinelle (The Little Mermaid, 1989)

Heartslabyul (Alice in Wonderland, 1961)

Diasomnia (Sleeping Beauty, 1959)

Pomefiore (Snow White, 1937)

Ramshackle (Thru the Mirror, 1936)

What’s weird is that TWST tells us very explicitly that Pomefiore is the oldest dorm, even though Ramshackle is also said to be a dorm (there’s dialogue implying students used to be housed there). This results in a contradiction because if we assume the year the animation came out indicates how old the dorm is, Ramshackle should be considered the oldest, not Pomefiore.

So… either the animation year = age of the dorm assumption is incorrect (because, to be fair, this is a theory and not confirmed by the game), or there is a technicality in-universe which strikes Ramshackle from the running. Maybe Ramshackle didn’t start off as a dorm and only became one further down the line after Pomefiore was already established?? Or maybe since it fell into ruin it’s no longer a dorm to be compared to the other “active” 7??? There’s still a lot we don’t know about Ramshackle, so any of these ideas are equally as likely.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland theories #Snow White #Sleeping Beauty #Alice in Wonderland #Hercules #Aladdin #The Lion King #The Little Mermaid #Thru the Mirror

[drunkenlionwrites]

Bodyguard!Toji x rich girl!reader

This guy does something to me 🥵 I'll be the sugar mama for this freeloader any time no questions asked. Based on the ask: 'bodyguard toji makes me so feral!!' Warnings: afab! reader, mentions of ptsd, depression, panic attacks, reader's unhealthy attachment, mentions of smut, toji is his own warning

You’ve hired a stay-in bodyguard Toji among few other men after the kidnapping attempt of you, minister’s daughter was successful and you’ve felt restless and plagued with ptsd, cooped in your apartment constantly watching over security cameras footage.

Bodyguard Toji that had a reputation of notoriously callous man, often behaving rudely and having violent outburst which affected the image of rich/famous people who have hired him previously.

Bodyguard Toji, who despite that was a professional, expert marksman and specialist in close combat. A walking intimidating mountain of muscle.

Bodyguard Toji, who threw off his suit vest, tie, and cufflinks once he received the uniform and never wore anything like that, sticking out like a sore thumb among other bodyguards of yours. His most formal look being a sweatshirt and dress pants.

Bodyguard Toji, who never hesitated to call his job “babysitting” in front of you. Nevertheless, always being on guard and diligently doing what he was paid to do.

Bodyguard Toji, who remained your sole bodyguard, who proved in time that he was enough. He was too much sometimes.

Bodyguard Toji, whose phone number you refused to give to all your acquaintances who’ve been inquiring about him.

Bodyguard Toji, who surprisingly turned out to be pretty intelligent and smart man and a great conversationalist, despite his attitude and crude language.

Bodyguard Toji, who intimidated/beat up people who’ve been to handsy with you in bathroom stalls when you went out clubbing.

Bodyguard Toji, who took you out for late night drives, brought you to shady pachinko parlors, underground clubs, cheap fast-food places to “show the spoiled brat the real world”.

Bodyguard Toji, who found the paparazzi who took a photo of your coochie when you’ve been getting out the car and broke his camera and both legs.

Bodyguard Toji, who loved to fuck you against a huge window of your penthouse apartment, looking down the city view and mocking you for spreading your legs for your good-for-nothing bodyguard instead of some rich Ivy league boy or businessman.

Bodyguard Toji, who knew your mind and body like no one else. Making you come with only a few precise thrusts of his cock paired with few praises and slurs.

Bodyguard Toji, without whom you cannot picture living your life anymore, your anchor, your protector and companion.

Bodyguard Toji, who’s helping you cope with panic attacks and anxiety better than any psychiatrist, therapist, or pills.

Bodyguard Toji, who notices your unhealthy attachment to him, but does nothing about it, relishing the feeling of power he has over you + all the benefits he has of working for you.

Bodyguard Toji, who smugly smirks at your father whenever he frustratingly remarks that “the savage brute” is still working for you.

Bodyguard Toji, who fucks you silly, tucks you in bed but never stays to sleep with you, despite your desperate pleads. “It’s not a part of his contract” he says and leaves to his part of your apartment after wishing you goodnight.

#toji x you #toji x reader #toji smut #toji headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #toji fushiguro #lion writes #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #dilf toji

[drunkenlion]

Man worth 6.000.000 $$

Since you’ve been old enough to mend for yourself and since you’ve remembered yourself you’ve always been a very light sleeper. After that, after being a mercenary for a few years, your sleep became even more uneven and you’ve been plagued with insomnia for many nights in a row, until you just pass out of tiredness.

After being used as a bait and stood up by one of your contractors you’ve became a scapegoat and a wanted criminal with some petty sum on your head.You've been angry at yourself for falling into the stupid trap, but decided to just deal with it and clear your name, since you've kinda enjoyed the life and the paycheck of a mercenary and before the incident you've managed to build up a bit of a name for yourself. For now, all you needed to do is lay low, travel off the roads and find the jerk who stood you up.

 Somewhere on your trip you've met a peculiar guy, who you really didn't believe to be "the" Vash the Stampede as he claimed at first, but you've decided to stick with him cause why the hell not, it became a bit of a burden to travel all alone and be on the constant lookout for your back. Somewhere along the way, you've have gathered that he was indeed "the" Vash by observing his skills with dealing with attackers without killing them. Somewhere along the way, you've warmed up to him; and somewhere along the way you've noticed that you're not suffering from insomnia anymore.

 Due to your travels off the road, you've had to spend a lot of nights out in the cold desert, so you've slept in close proximity to each other to keep warm without having a fire out, so that you're not noticed so easily. With time, the close proximity turned into basically curling into each other in one sleeping bag with all the other clothes piled up above. During those nights, you've began resting more and more peacefully, maybe by having a feeling of companionship with someone and having your anxieties subsided for a bit, maybe just by listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart. You've been able to score a few little jobs along the way and pretty much stay low (although it has been not so easy due to your travelling companion's ability to attract all kind of crazy situations around himself), so you've managed to even book a room for the night in a few inns in few small villages you've came across so far. Most of the time, it was a single-bed rooms, but you've been so used to sleeping near each other, that it didn't raise any conserns.

 But this time, it has been different. Once you've booked a room and went upstairs to get rest, you've noticed that it has two small single beds situatied pretty far away from each other, separated by two bedsite tables. Just as any other time, you barely had any energy to assume anything, so you've just took a shower, got into your spare semi-clean clothes that can be used for sleeping. But as minutes and hours went by, you couldn't fall asleep for a second, no matter how tired you've felt. Your continuous tossing and turning with loud groans and exhales has woken up Vash at some point. He blinked a few times at your side and asked whatever's bothering you. After venting for a bit that you can't fall alseep but assuring him that it's fine and you've been used to it for your whole life, you promised to keep quiet and nudged Vash to get back to sleep so that "at least one of you will be sane tomorrow".

  You've wondered what has been different this time but couldn't figure this out. You've felt safe, you have not been hungry, you have not been anxious, but still sleep evaded you for so long..you've tried to concentrate on something to take off your mind of idle thoughts, and your ears have caught up the sound of your companion’s soft snoring. Still, it was very-very quiet.. and very far away…Wait a second.. The realization of the cause of your newfound insomnia overtook you instantly. You’ve tried to calculate how selfish it would be to wake up Vash right now and burden him with your problems, but the thought of you being a functioning and rested person outweighed 20+ minutes of sleep Vash could lose from your request. You came up to his bed, kneeled in front of him and tried to shake him gently while whispering his name. At this, he opened his sleepy eyes and looked at you absentmindedly, trying to focus on your face. You’ve sheepishly tried to explain to him that sleeping next to him seemed to make you fall asleep easily and asked if you two can move the beds closer together right now, so you can catch a few hours of sleep before the dawn. Hearing that, his face flushed a little (not like you could’ve seen it in the dark room) but he nodded while yawning, got up and helped you move both bedtables first, then your bed closer to his, in fact he pushed your bed against the floor till a soft “thud” of it hitting his own bed has been heard.

Later in the night while lying in the now-shared bed with Vash, you still couldn’t fall asleep while listening to his breathing, but you didn’t want to wake him up, or make him aware of you not sleeping after he was awoken and been asked to push the furniture in the ungodly hours, so you preferred to just lay there unmoving with your eyes tightly closed. At one point, a moon must’ve risen up in the sky cause the black color behind your eyelids became touched with a bluish tint, so you’ve opened your eyes and look at the side Vash was occupying and winced, because his eyes were wide open and he was gazing at you. Seeing you awoken and startled, he chuckled and just pushed you closer to him asking why you’re not sleeping after making him moving furniture during the night (just as you thought he would), so you redirected the question at him. It took him a few breaths to start talking, after which you’ve heard his confused thoughts on you wanting to sleep closer to him willingly, because all the previous times were “out of necessity”, in his words. You could barely see his face since you’ve been tucked under his chin while he was saying that. You wondered, if it was intentionally on his part, so you pushed yourself back and up a little, your eyes now on the same level as his, seeing a confused and almost pained look in his eyes. So, you’ve fought with your common sense for a bit and started spilling out everything you’ve been thinking and feeling about your travelling companion for the past several weeks, explaining how his presence seemed to finally cure your insomniac tendencies that you’ve had since forever. You’ve been explaining everything quite passionately, so you were more in your head gathering your thoughts and putting them into words, that you didn’t notice that Vash moved closer to you again, and pressed his lips to yours in between your rumblings. You didn’t register at first what has stopped you from talking, before you opened your eyes, scrunching the nose and looked ahead of you, seeing only Vash’s eyelashes and his shut eyes in front of you. At the same time you’ve felt his lips being tightly pressed to yours. Later, you were sure that this moment took a few seconds, but at the time it felt like eternity between you experiencing the touch, and it provoking the corresponding feelings in you.

Just as he began trembling a bit against you and moving away, you’ve pressed your hands to his cheeks, and pulled him back to your lips, responding with a vigor. The kiss was sloppy, but tender, filled with hands on each other’s faces and each other’s hair, touching teeth, brushing noses and almost no air to breathe. You were feeling elated at the moment, giddy with giving and receiving so much physical affection at once, you’ve probably haven’t felt this way in years. So you smiled gently back at him, when stopping and suggested living all the talks after a bit, since Vash couldn’t bring himself to talk, so you decided to give him time to think about what happened. Surely it’s not like it’s something he has planned, but it has made you very happy; feeling loved and loving someone back, whether platonically or romantically was fine by you, but overwhelming. With these thoughts, you fell asleep peacefully, listening to his fast beating heart.

When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, so you’ve assumed that Vash awoken earlier than you as usual, and headed down to the inn, so you were not worried in a bit, as you’ve started packing your things and getting ready for the day, but then you’ve noticed a few bits of paper laying on one of the bedside tables. You stretched out and took them in your hands. One was a quick sketch made by a street artist of Vash and you looking around the town square, that he definitely did while you were not watching and then guilt tripped you into buying, but the second was a hand-written letter saying something about “not deserving the happiness” and “not willing to risk the life of people he cares about”. The last thing you looked at was a little stone that was initially laying on top of the letter. It was a stone you’ve found on one of the nights you’ve spent in the open desert. You’ve said then that the specs of color in it remind you of Vash’s eyes.

You sighed and put them all inside the pocket of your jacket, finishing up packing so you can start chasing your companion, who dumped you without even starting anything. Luckily, due to his crazy luck it won’t be as hard to find him as a regular person. After all, he was a man worth 6,000 000 $$. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This is me spewing this monstrosity after overconsuming the Trigun content, and also after reading all the ‘Skip to Loafer’ manga. I’ve been also comparing the characterisation of OG Vash and Stampede!baby Vash and thinking about how OG Vash wouldn’t let a situation like this occur. He’s like so used to wearing a persona under the persona under the persona + outlining his boundaries, that by the time he would’ve scared the reader off with his fake overly flirty persona or would’ve just done nothing and ease any tension with humor. As the very last resort, he’d spew all his thoughts right to the reader’s eyes, if they were so insisting in their feelings. I feel like the Stampede Vash is a bit more naive and open and conflicted. He’s very closed off initially, so it takes a lot to bring him out of his first “cheery” persona, then he feels too much, then he flees ahah So yeah, just my little headcanons, enjoy everybody who’s as Vash content starved as I!

#vash x reader #vash x you #vash headcanons #trigun x you #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #okay so this is me after i've finished all the available vash x reader content #i needed more content #so i birthed more content ahaha #also no dialogues whatsoever cause i don't know how to write them in english #this all is my composted daydreams #rather my fake scenarios i think about before falling asleep #enjoy! #lion writes

[0bticeo]

everybody wants to be a cat.

leona kingscholar, for all his power and status and pride, remains akin to a cat. a very anthropomorphised, handsome cat bestowed with destructive magic, but a cat nevertheless. you’d know - he’d given you the same scorned look your cat used to upon being risen from a blissful nap. in his defence, you had stepped on his tail. you may or may not have gushed a little after apologising. not your fault if you really like cats.

“wow, you really are just like a cat.” 

he had sent you a puzzled look. there you were, crouching in front of him, a little grin on your face, taking him in, from his striking eyes to his tail swishing on the ground. he’d grumbled, then.

“don’t push it, herbivore. you wouldn’t want me to bite you.”

in the long run, he ends up overblotting and sinking his claws into your arm. here you are, a strangled scream dying on your tongue as his claws draw blood, blot dripping down your skin with a sickening sizzle.

pain. burning pain. blinding agony takes a hold of you and brings you to your knees, perfect supplicant under the wrathful gaze of the king of beasts.

you can feel your arm start to decay in his grip, skin like fine sand under his fingers. you grasp leona’s wrist, nails digging in his ashen skin - nevermind the blot dripping down on you, nevermind the pain.

“leona, please, let go.”

you don’t know if he does. you can’t find it in yourself to blame him - not with how his past is being poured down in your mind, not when you taste the bitterness of it in your very marrow until you black out.

when you open your eyes, you find yourself in the familiar sheets of an infirmary bed, with strong arms wrapped around your middle, careful not to press against your bandaged arm.

your eyes widen.

“leona?”

a low rumble. you freeze. leona kingscholar, second prince of sunset savanna, is cuddling you up, thumbs drawing abstract patterns on your waist. and he’s purring, the vibration low and soothing against your back, until you find yourself smiling ever so softly.

“always knew you were just a big cat.”

he nips at your nape.

“don’t push it, herbivore.”

you don’t tell him you can feel his lips curl against your skin.

#obticeo writes #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #listen i know lions can't purr (which is an absolute shame) #but please bear with me #i need this man to cuddle me okay?? #overblot leona #twst x reader

[thefirstvessel]

I think one of the things that a lot of humans fail into internalize about the Predator/Prey dynamic, especially in nature, is that millions of years of being shaped into Prey can often make incredibly territorial and fierce animals that will do anything they can to fight against millions of years of fighting being killed.

That's why horses kick and buck. Why rabbits are so infamously cantankerous and moody. Why deer have giant multi-pronged bone growths coming out of their foreheads that they can use for self-defense. Why rhinos are so dangerously territorial.

Meanwhile- a lot of Predators out in nature when they are not actually hunting (or play hunting) are remarkably chill. Especially macropredators. Think about how cats are known for the fact that they just lay around in the sun all day. Dogs are goofy guys who just want a friend.

The Predator/Prey dynamic isn't about the strong ferocious Predator taking advantage of weak and innocent Prey. When you're Prey, you're something that has spent millions of years being shaped into learning how to fight back. You're something that nature itself has pulled apart and put back together with all the sharp bits pointing out, just so you can survive.

You two have to be equal, otherwise there'd be nothing left to hunt.

#vessel talk #having weird pseudosciencey primal kink thoughts- don't mind me #like- not to err a little bit into CNC but one of the parts that appeals to me in primal play is the 'fight' #the idea of making someone submit is just 😵‍💫 #primal kink #primal play #nonhuman #voidpunk #(the way that i just blacked out and wrote this after seeing a antler shed that had a mountain lion skull impaled on it 💀) #(like it wasn't *sexy* per se... but it was kinda hot) #vessel writes

[crybaby-bkg]

Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.

you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.

the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!

but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.

you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.

you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.

"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.

"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.

"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.

"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.

"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.

#remember when I said in my lion bkg tags that I would write that long fic #sorry but I lied 😔 #idk its been so hard to write long fics for me lately!! #I thought it would be better since the brunt of everything in my life has passed #but the creative energy isn't all the way there yet #so I won't rush the process of it!!! when I let it come to me I typically bang out like #3-5 fics in two weeks lol so im waiting for that feeling #but anyway!!! I love trainer character aus they're so seggsy #also I had to throw in eiji sorry what else could I have done #NOT put him in this somehow???? I don't think so #okay bye im gonna write another Drabble ive had in my drafts for a few weeks now LOL #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #also has anyone ever actually experienced a coregasm before??? I saw it on insta and was amazed LOL #I need to start working on my core more to get one lol if im LUCKY