#no chains won't hold me down ( musings )

[sharksandjays]

"Kill him."

Jay balked at the order and took a step back, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his ankle as it pulled against the ball and chain. He glanced at the man in front of him, then to the djinn who spoke from next to him, "What?"

Nadakhan smirked before grabbing Jay's hair and pulling his head back to look at the man kneeling in front of them. "Kill him."

Paling, Jay shook his head, crying out from the tightened grip in his hair. "No! He's just a civilian!"

The man shook in front of them. He was a normal man, with a suit and tie as if he was about to go to work. Minor scrapes lined his face likely from the tussle or from being dragged aboard, but otherwise he really just looked like a normal guy. His eyes were blown wide in fear and his hands rattled against their chains as his pupils flickered between the lightning ninja and the djinn.

"Did I say it was a request?" Nadakhan mused, shoving Jay forward so that he'd trip over the chain on his ankle. He waited until the boy looked back at him before pulling out his sword, smiling wickedly as Jay's eyes widened at the screams from his friends that ensued. "Do it or I do the same to your friends as I did to you."

Jay's breath hitched, his eyes focused on the sword. "B-but what did he do? There has to be a reason you want me to ki-"

"You forget, my little canary," Nadakhan whispered, dissapearing and reappearing next to Jay's ear, "that we are pirates. We kill who we want to kill. And now you--" he flicked at the eyepatch crusted with dried blood on Jay's face, making the latter shiver, "--are a pirate too."

"I am not a pirate!" Jay snapped, wrenching away from the djinn and backing away, dragging his chain with him. He threw his hands protectively in front of the shaking man, who seemed to calm slightly at the action. "I am a ninja! I was trained to protect!"

Nadakhan watched him, smiling, before shaking his head and tutting. "Oh, Jay." He turned to Flintlocke behind him. "Prepare two more sets of chains. We are about to have two more guests, the fire and ice ones."

The ship was silent as Flintlocke hesitated, glancing at Jay then back at his captain, before sighing and giving the signal. Two pirates rushed downstairs to prepare what the captain had ordered.

"No!" Jay screamed, throwing himself forward and landing in the arms of the djinn. He fought against the grip, grabbing for the blade that held his brothers, his heart wrenching every time he heard their screams. Tears stained his face as he desperately struggled against the four arms around him. "You can't!"

"I can." Nadakhan mused, grabbing Jay by his throat and throwing him back to the ground with a shout. "But you can help them." He tossed a knife down with him.

Freezing, Jay stared down at it, curling away from it at first before slowly turning to look at the man.

His more relaxed stance hadn't changed, and he gave a small smile to the ninja. "Don't worry kiddo, I know you won't kill me."

Jay's breath hitched and his eyes turned back to the knife at his feet, then at the sword in the djinn's hands. He slowly stood up, grimacing at the creaks in his bones, and straightened, kicking the knife away. The man let out a sigh of relief and Nadakhan raised an eyebrow in amusement.

But Jay wasn't done. He turned to the djinn, holding his hands out. "Break the chains. Let me use my power."

Nadakhan paused, before bursting into deep laughter, throwing his head back in absolute glee. "I see! How noble of you!" He grinned and snapped his fingers, the chains on Jay's wrists and ankle instantly breaking in two.

Jay sighed in relief as he felt his electricity coursing through his veins again and couldn't help but let out a few sparks, the current running across his skin. The sky darkened above him as his element rejoiced his return. He looked back at Nadakhan, who was patiently tapping the sword at his waist. He knew that Jay wouldn't do anything, not as long as his brothers are in there. Jay cursed under his breath and turned back to the man, who this time stiffened, eyes turning upwards in a confused expression.

"Kiddo?"

Jay burst forward with immeasurable speed and placed his hands on the man, sending thousands upon thousands of volts running through the man's body, right through the heart, frying the brain, shutting down every nerve and every organ. It had happened so quickly, he had made sure the man wouldn't feel a thing, and he fell over at Jay's feet, smoking from every pore in his body.

The master of lightning cried out at the feeling beneath his fingers, the feeling of death. The feeling of something so alive turning off like a power switch. He desperately kneeled by the man, feeling for a pulse, a small shock, anything.

He knew he could recessitate him, he knew he could make his heart start beating again.

But he didn't.

---

Once again I am not very good at writing however I had this thought and had ot get it out. Basically I was just thinking about how what if Nadakhan didn't just want Jay to lose his ninja-hood but also to become a pirate. What if, after Skybound, for some strange reason, Jay doesn't have as much irks about killing than the other ninja?

(this is also based off of the fact that, in the actual skybound, you see jay thrust at a guy with the sword with EVERY INTENTION TO KILL HIM and then gasp in surprise when his soul dissapeared in the sword each time. Hmmm)

#ninjago thoughts #ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #jay walker #skybound #ninjago skybound #sharkwrites #tw blood #but not much dw

[thatphantomtroupelady]

~Flipped Coins~

-In My Arms-

Previous | Masterlist | Next

It is only when Kurapika is right in front of him once more that Chrollo realises something-- his new obsession is much more dangerous than he previously assumed. Oh well, He muses, All the more interesting for me.

 "I didn't expect you to have you guard down this low." Chrollo smirked, staring down at the extremely drunk Kurta. "You've really been letting yourself go, huh."

 Chrollo sits down on the bed beside him. Kurapika groans, flinching away from his touch as Chrollo runs gentle fingers through his hair. For a moment, his aura expands, grip tightening-- but the hostility is gone as abruptly as it came.

 "I should hate you." Chrollo sighs. But looking at the young Kurta now, so vulnerable and fucking fragile, Chrollo can't help but feel... attraction? It's not romantic. He isn't really capable of loving, especially those not positively affiliated with the Spider. However, it's close to it. It's like loving a concept, an entity, rather than an actual human being. After all, what are human beings but concepts given physical form.

 To be fair, he anticipated more resistance than a frail chain jail shakily aimed. Yet, now he doubts the chain user even recognises him. 

 "Chain user," He mumbles softly, fingers now sliding down his extremely pale cheek. "Tell me about your nen ability."

 Kurapika gasps, something close to a sob escaping his grasp. "No... I-"

 "Shhh. It's okay. I won't hurt you." And for once, Chrollo means it. Almost. 

Kurapika seems to calm down. "I made it to- I made it to-" His eyes shine a faded scarlet. "-defeat the Spiders... but-"

 "But what?"

"Nooo..." Kurapika grumbles, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Weak hands push away at Chrollo's fingers. Chrollo takes one, pushing a soft kiss at the knuckles, before tightening his grip on them.

 Kurapika whimpers, feeling bone grind against bone.

"Tell me more." Chrollo's voice is honey-sweet.

 "The ability... I can only use it against the- against the- Spiders. If I don't... I'll- I'll die. And and and..." He trails off, eyes fluttering shut. Does this mean he recognises him as a Spider? 

 Doesn't matter. "One more thing, Kurapika. Just one more." He keeps his hold iron-tight.

 "One more..." Kurapika echoes. "It forces them into... like that... like that big guy. It's- it's Zetsu."

 "The chain forces its victim into a state of zetsu?"

"Mhm." Chrollo relishes the quiet sigh that slips out of Kurapika's mouth as he lets go of his hand.

 "Good." He only has one last condition left. Easy enough. Firmly, he takes the other hand, pressing its palm on the cover of Bandit's Secret.

 Kurapika grunts as the nen is swiftly poured out of him and into the book. The cross on Chrollo's forehead pulses as he flips through the book. The Kurta's ability is imprinted on a fresh page.

 Gently, Chrollo picks Kurapika up, keeping him close in his arms. Together, they exit the shabby motel and Chrollo places the now-unconscious man in the rear seat of his shiny red sedan.

 The first part of his plan has been successful.

Next

#mewrites #hunter x hunter #hxh fanfic #fanfiction #chrollo lucilfer #kurapika kurta #chrollo x kurapika #kurapika x chrollo #krkr

[twistedisciple]

♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?

or:

♡  — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

Life Philosophy HCs | not accepting

♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing? (also sent by @princepsumbra | second question answered here )

I waffled for a bit on the answer to the first part of this question, but I think the answer is no. I look at Gregory for pieces of Griss' personality and while most of his dealings with "change" involve meeting a different version of someone he knows, I think his support chain with Rafal highlights that he can still find a thread of familiarity in others even after they've had some massive turning point. In other words, an individual might change masks, but they'll always be the same person underneath. As a result, I think Gregory is prone to acting on assumptions, and these assumptions only reset in cases like his supports with Mauvier and Alear, where the person he's interacting with really is a completely different person.

Likewise Griss, even after he's quick to call Mauvier a traitor, doesn't really treat him or Veyle like they've changed when they face off for the last time:

(vs Mauvier) Griss: You come to get revenge? Or were you hoping the Hounds wound take you back? We were a family, Mauvier. That makes us like brothers. No one would blame you for missing us. Mauvier: I am here to strike you down. I have nothing more to say. Griss: Geez, a stiff till the end. Guess there's no point in holding back the killing, then. (vs Veyle) Griss: So, Lady Veyle! Where's my reward? Veyle: Reward? Griss: The real Lady Veyle promised me all the agony my heart could want. I was really looking forward to it! The cold, the severity... But in the end, nothing. Not even a scratch. Veyle: That Veyle... She's gone now. Griss: Yeah, 'cause you killed her! So you can't be all bad. Now, you tell me--how are you gonna do it? Kill me, I mean.

I think this is also why he gets blindsided by Zephia's change of heart at the end of chapter 23 after boldly asserting to Alear "I got no plans to switch sides. Not even if we lose. Got it?" He's not committed to protecting the shard. It's clear at this point that he only cares about staying with Zephia, and assumes that she won't switch sides either. And yet... she does.

So that brings me to the second part of this question: do they believe themselves to be capable of changing? The short answer is yes, but this comes with a huge asterisk. Griss has more or less given up his selfhood for god (which is both Sombron and Zephia). This means that he doesn't have to think about change. If god says Be This, he will Be This (fitting into pre-cut shapes is the source of a lifetime of suffering). As far as he's concerned, following orders or commandments, even if they contradict each other, doesn't constitute change of the self. If, at the end of chapter 23, Zephia had decided to give up defense of the shard and join Alear's army instead, Griss would have followed her without a second thought. But he wouldn't have called this his own change of heart. He is and always will be committed to a higher power.

Real change for Griss would be giving up fell worship of his own volition. But to be capable of change, one must be willing to change, and Griss isn't. He's happy (again with a huge asterisk) with who he is, albeit unable to visualize himself living any other kind of life. Pain, at this point, is an integral part of who he is, and he's built his entire personality around all of the twisted meanings he's had to give it in order to survive. To break him of this mindset might do more harm than good.

#rafent #princepsumbra #headcanons #out of character #// thank you both for sending! #// this is sort of rambly but tl;dr griss views people more or less as static entities #// himself included

[youthslost]

5 songs you associate with / remind you of your muse - wen qing edition.

dynasty - rina sawayama

❝ I'm a dynasty The pain in my veins is hereditary Dynasty Running in my bloodstream, my bloodstream Dynasty And if that's all that I'm gonna be Won't you break the chain with me? ❞

楚晴 (jasmine sokko) - 噓 (shh)

❝ Evolving to have a heart of steel, uncaring of this world's abnormalities Get in my way, and I will burn down your walls. ❞

people help the people - birdy

❝ People help the people And if you're homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it People help the people Nothing will drag you down Oh, and if I had a brain, oh, and if I had a brain I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool That turned all those good hearts away. ❞

as good a reason - paris paloma

❝ She said, Every time you are succeeding There's an old man somewhere, seething And spite's as good a reason to take his power. ❞

to build a home - the cinematic orchestra

❝ 'Cause, I built a home For you For me Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust. ❞

#to the master of the eldritch she's a growing bed of thorns. — ( wen qing musings. ) #musings makes more sense than headcanons i think.... #anyway. heres the wq version!! #not tagging anyone this time but if u want to do it pls do and tag me!!! i wanna see!!! #q.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

the crown and the throne (DiaLovers fanfic // Game of Thrones AU)

he crawls forward || laito, kou, christa

TW: VIOLENCE, SEX CRIME, MENTIONS OF RAPE

It has been two months since Yui was sent off to marry Lord Shin of the House Tsukinami, one month since Ayato was exiled, and two weeks since Laito and Kanato went on their journey to take them back from their so-called prisons.

Prison, huh? Funny 'cause I'm in one now, Laito thought bitterly as he scanned his surroundings.

Chains. Whips. Axe. Swords. Ropes. Poison. Rodents and pests scurry around like witnesses to every torture.

Every imaginable thing he did to his enemies is now being done to him.

What a joke this life is.

Laito thought he got everything planned out. After all, he wasn't called the Spider of the House Sakamaki if he weren't that smart to escape the clutches of their enemies. However, a woman disguised as one of his servants decided to betray him and sell the information about his whereabouts to the Mukami's.

Hence, here he was, all tied up in a cross manner, stripped off with everything except for his lower body. His skin was fresh with slashes and cuts from whipping and every time moves or breathes, he would hiss and grimace at the pain.

Fuck being the pawn of my own game.

While he was deep in thoughts, Lord Kou of the House Mukami skipped his way to the torture chamber, whistling a happy tune as he delighted at the sight of Prince Laito of the House Sakamaki, all battered and bruised from head to toe.

"I see you're doing well," Kou mused, a smirk playing around his lips as he took a closer look. "Maybe I should've overdone it. Though if I did, you won't be able to talk."

Laito chuckled in reply, watching him with an observant gaze. He knows what the Mukami's want. Their house has been appearing to be Sakamaki's friends at first glance, but they're nothing but snakes. As expected from their house symbol.

"You know our house's words, right?" Kou asked. "'None shall pass.' And you Prince Laito did our people dirty."

Laito only snickered at the remark. It wasn't like he didn't put dirt in every household. He's a Spider and pests like him only leave cobwebs and poison in their wake.

"Good thing, our women are loyal allies of the family," Kou remarked wonderfully, then his eyes turned dangerously, adding the words, "... but you touched them. Fornication with a Mukami lady without marriage is punishable under the House, you know."

And the next thing, Kou was holding out a knife in front of Laito's eyes, smiling in evil and glee as he pointed the blade closer to his crotch. Laito masked his fear. He will not give in. There is no such thing as surrendering to the enemies and crying your eyes out while begging for their mercy. He is a Sakamaki, and Sakamaki's never admits defeat.

Because we are fucking proud like that.

"I will spare your life, fifth Sakamaki, in exchange for valuable information. Think of this as a gift of freedom."

Laito spat on Kou's shoe, his saliva mixed with a hint of blood. "Never."

The knife was inched closer to his crotch. "Tell me where Adam went after his exile."

"I will never."

"You should if you know what's good for you."

Laito only chuckled, staring at Kou like he was cracking some sick joke. "I know what's good for me. That's why I won't tell you where Ayato went."

"Very well, then. Here goes nothing."

And then Laito's pants were pulled down from his legs and his manhood was cut off in one slice, blood oozing out as he pretended that it felt nothing. But deep inside his head, he wanted to scream at the pain. Kou barked a laugh at his struggle, mocking a pitiful glare in his way.

"There's more to that, Sakamaki prince."

Laito heard a feminine scream, then his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a mad Christa dragged down by the guards and horrified at his bloodied crotch. She was thrashing around and crying for mercy, even hugging Kou's leg to spare him.

"Spare Karlheinz-sama! Please! I beg you!" Christa shrieked at him, locking her gaze with Laito's, fresh tears streaming down her face.

Laito didn't know if he should pity or get angry at his aunt. All his life, he wanted to damn his pretty face because whenever he stares at the mirror, they would say he got Karlheinz's youthful face. His mother even coerced him with her rotten sexual activities because of the same reason. And now, his aunt, who was filled with madness, sees him also as the same person.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Laito yelled, causing every person in the room to halt their movements. Even Christa seized her crying and finally realized the man wasn't her beloved cousin.

Kou frowned at that, gripping his knife to punish him when the Sakamaki prince only laughed, and it was borderline genuine and evil. Something that threatens them in time.

"Is there something funny, Prince Laito?" Kou inquired, playing with his knife.

"'Take what they owe.,'" Laito remembered their house's words. "Remember it very well. Those are the words of my house, you filthy snakes."

Kou shrugged. "Are you sure about that? As if you can get your revenge."

"You're mistaken. I am not the one getting my revenge."

Now, Kou was confused. "What do you mean?"

"The shadow of death will come knocking one day and you have to pay him well or you'll face the consequences," Laito reminded him, and it doesn't take Kou long before he realized what he meant.

Kou only gave him a hard stare, and the next thing he walked out along with his guards and locked Christa and Laito in their cell. And with them gone, Laito chuckled in delight.

He knew it was only a matter of time before Subaru takes what they were due.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

NEXT CHAPTER

STORY MASTERLIST

#christa sakamaki #laito sakamaki #sakamaki subaru #kou mukami #sakamaki brothers #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers #diahell #rejet #dialovers x game of thrones #dialovers fanfic

[yzeltia]

FFXIV Write, Day 1: Cross

With a heavy sigh, Erichthonius stopped his trekking through Lethe, having long picked up an echo in his footsteps. He'd done his best to ignore it, but now close to his destination he felt it best to get the looming interruption out of the way. "Praxithius, I know you're there," he called out, turning to find the masked black-robed poorly attempting to hide behind a bush.

Brushing themself off, Praxithius wandered forward, catching up to the warder cautiously. "Sorry, I just wanted to see you off. You've been gone so much lately. I hear rumors of the creations they keep down there. When I don't hear from you I fear the worst..."

Erichthonius crossed his arms. "I am the son of Athena and Lahabreha was the one who taught me to shackle. How has that not reassured you in all this time?"

"Because she died..."

The warder winced then looked away, fists balling tight until feeling Praxithius pull one of his hands up and into their chest. "I forget how that weighs on you," the hooded figure apologized.

Erichthonius pulled his hand free then gently threw back his soft-spoken companion's hood, letting their pink bangs flick forward to brush his masked cheek. The warder smiled softly, brushing Praxithius's hair back before lowering their mask, revealing his scared, crystal-blue eyes and freckles. "I think it might be best if we did not have the same person tend to our hair. If you weren't as pale as snow some might mistake us for brothers," he mused, voice softening a bit as the other's worry had subdued his earlier annoyance at being pursued.

Praxithius frowned then rested his palm over the back of the warder's hand, eyes closing as he enjoyed the warmth of his touch. Erichthonius brushed his thumb along his love's freckles then leaned down to steal a kiss. "I cannot be late," he mumbled, face darkening with embarrassment as his ruby eyes scanned the area.

His love kissed him back then, stepping closer. "Just a bit longer. What if something were to happen?"

"Nothing will happen," the warder repeated flatly, gently squeezing the other's cheek before letting go.

Praxithius frowned then lightly clutched at the front of the other's robes, sapphire eyes wide. "Once more..."

Indulging the other Ancient, he rolled his eyes then led them to the shade of a high-rooted tree. Backing Praxithius into the bark he tilted his chin up and kissed him again, much slower and more deliberate, in hopes of satiating his love, and perhaps himself. The shorter male cooed softly, returning tugging on the front of the warder's robes, keeping him close as the embrace lingered. Erichthonius feeling himself slipping into overindulgence soon pulled back, watching the other's crimson face pant and look upon him with a greater need than he had time to fulfill.

"Praxithius, I must go do my duty."

"...for the Star? Surely your father won't miss you an hour more."

Erichthonius lurched back, feeling the heat within him shift from tenderness to rage. "Don't call him that. I don't want to hear of it, even as a joke," he lashed out.

Praxithius recoiled, holding themselves a not as they looked away. "Apologies."

The red-haired ancient exhaled hard through his nose, trying to stifle the rage within, as to not take it out on his love.

"I'm going to go. I'll send word when I'm on respite next," he growled, turning to go.

"Wait...Eric!"

The warder paused at hearing the call of his sweetened name. "I have to go," he repeated.

"I have something for you. Please," Praxithius pleaded, rummaging through his robes before pulling out a pair of chains, one silver, and one gold, with the former having a pocket chronometer and the latter a golden cross. "I had three made for us. If you take the gold piece and fix it into the silver..."

In his hand, Praxithius laid the chronometer flat then inserted the golden cross on top, it into a fitting slot that caused it open. Within, a little version of Elpis spun about and played a little tune. After letting it cycle through a rotation, Erichthonius closed it in the other's palm. "That was very pretty but my chains are heavy as it is.

The freckled Ancient huffed then put the golden chain into Erichthonius's hand. "It's two pieces, you'll take the key and I'll keep the other half."

"Fine," the warder answered, tying the chain to his belt. "Er, thank you...Wait, I actually have that thing I promised you."

Rummaging in his own robes, he pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it over. "It's that thing I was trying to describe last time. I'm apparently in as bad an artist though as a wordsmith. Now I'm leaving, for real this time," he huffed, giving his love one last kiss before hurrying onward.

Praxithius lit up, unfolding the paper to find the etching of what appeared to him as a green squirrel with ruby features. As Erichthonius departed, he heard the pleasant "awwing" over the feral creature, giving him cause for concern over his lover's taste.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #anicent #elpis #ffxiv endwalker spoiler #ffxiv rp #ffxiv endwalker #ffxiv oc #pandaemonium #ffxiv pandemonium #ffxiv writing #ffxiv writing prompt #ffxivwrite2022

[hunting-songs]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST: Senritsu Döne

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

Karliene - The Unquiet Grave : Why does thou sit upon my grave, And will dead lips to speak? Why does thou weep upon my grave, And will not let me sleep? My breast it is as cold as clay, My breath is earthly strong, And if you kiss my cold clay lips, Your days they won't be long

Saltatio Mortis - Orpheus : Die Kraft meiner Lieder, Bringt Steine zum Weinen, Das Spiel meiner Saiten Lässt Nymphen erscheinen, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln Des Hades befreit, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln, Des Hades befreit, Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Für dein Glück, Führ' Deine Liebe Ins Licht, Zurück Ins Licht zurück ,Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Dein bestes Lied, Doch dreh dich nicht um, Was auch geschieht, Dreh' dich nicht um

The power of my songs makes Rocks cry, The playing of my strings lets Nymphs appear, The sound of my voice Makes birds ashamed out of envy, It has freed you from the chains Of the Hades, Come and sing for me Orpheus, sing for your happiness, Lead your love back to the light, Come and sing for me ,Orpheus, sing your best song, But don't turn around, Whatever happens Don't turn around

Saltatio Mortis- Spielmannsschwur : Der Strick, der uns bindet, Ist noch nicht geflochten, Der Knecht, der uns mordet, Hat noch nicht gefochten. Die Frau, die uns hält, Ist noch nicht geborn, Das haben alle Spielleut' geschworn. Wir sind wie der Wind, Man sperrt uns nicht ein, Wild und frei, So wollen wir sein. Kein Knast kann uns halten, Drum schenkt nochmal ein, Wir sind geboren, um Spielmann zu sein.

The noose that can bind us has not yet been braided, the servant who murders us has not fought yet. The woman who holds us is not born yet, so have all minstrels sworn. We are like the wind, we can't be locked up, wild and free, that's how we want to be. No jail can hold us so pour another yet again, we are born to be fiddlers.

Karliene - Far From Any Road : In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon, I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom, And strange hands halted me, the looming shadows danced, I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands, When the last light warms the rocks, And the rattlesnakes unfold, Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

JT Music (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden) - Dreaming of Me : I thought I was already at, The bottom of the bottle, But I never stopped sinking, Then I got washed up in a lost city, It's not pretty,  but I got a good feelin', That I'm gonna finally unpack all my baggage, Even if I'm in a sleepwalk, dreamin', I don't wanna know what's in the water, But it's gotta be toxic, And everybody's drinkin', On the brink of a mental collapse, Afflicted with dissonant madness, Wrapped up in tentacles, trapped In a prison or is it a passage? 'Cause whenever I'm closing my eyes, I'm letting her open my mind To look into the void, I don't have a choice So I hold my breath 'cause I'm goin' inside

And an extra, because this was kind of depressing; Schandmaul- der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht : Der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht Na und? Na und? Wer hat mich wohl hier her gebracht Na und? Na und? Mein Kopf passt nie durch diese Tür Na und? Na und? Wer ist nur diese Frau Auf deren Brüste ich hier schau?! Hip hip hurra die Humpen her Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr Humpen her hip hip hurra Wir saufen und wir sind noch da Hip hip hurra die Humpen her Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr Humpen her hip hip hurra Wir saufen und wir sind noch da

The devil invented Schnaps So what? So what? Who the hell even brought me here? So what? So what? My head won't fit through the door So what? So what? And just who's this woman' at who's breasts I am looking at??! Hip hip hurra to the steins The devil will never take us To the steins hip hip hurra We drink heavily and we're still here. Hip hip hurra to the steins The devil will never take us To the steins hip hip hurra We drink heavily and we're still here.

Tagged By: A little wildbirdie! Tagging: @bewitchingbaker @swxpped @katikis @rake-rake @ashestxashes @cvrseduzumaki AND YOU NUGGET!

#hunting-songs: headcanon #hunting-songs #*wipes out my medieval german metal albums* READY TO SUFFER? #I lied. the extra song is really not funny or happy at all if you know Senritsus backstory.

[puzzlingxisxlove]

Hi, guys, welcome to my Yu-Gi-Oh OC rp sideblog. :) You can refer to me as Bast/Bastet, Ghost, or Envy! I'll be your host through this wild ride. Also, all likes/follows will come from my main blog.

All rules and character information will be under the "read more" tab. :)

I hope you all have fun with this.

Rules!!! First and foremost, the most important information for all people wanting to interact.

All messages and posts in this blog will be completely in character, unless DMs are questions or posts are about updates. In which case, things will be tagged with OOC at the beginning of the post.

Nsfw is. Just please no. Not on Tumblr. Discord, maybe, but I have to get to know the character and Player first. Steamy romance, jokes, and things of that sort are fine, but no outright sexual content.

All images of my OC, Reza Ketto, will be either things I have commissioned or things I made in avatar makers. I can't draw, guys, cut me a little slack, please.

Please send me things with at least decent grammar and punctuation and spelling. I understand typos, but I need to actually be able to read the stuff.

Also! Please send at least 3-5 sentences for RP. I can't do oneliners or responses that are too short, I won't know how to respond.

Angst is like. My favorite genre ever. So there will likely be quite a bit of that mixed in with silly posts. You have been warned.

All ships must first also present possible chemistry before it is made official. This includes people with canon muses.

More rules will be added as needed. Be sure to check back often.

---

Cool, character info now!

Name: Reza Ai Ketto

Age: 16 (main canon of YGO DM), 18 (postcanon)

Sexuality: Bisexual Polyamourous

Gender: Demiboy

Pronouns: He/They

Occupation: Daycare attendant and College student (postcanon)

Physical description: Reza stands at 5'9 and has a fairly lean and fit body with black hair that reaches just past his shoulders and electric blue eyes. He typically wears clothes that fall under an androgynous punk/alt style, including leather harnesses, plenty of belts, collars and chokers, several wristbands and rubber bracelets, spikes, chains, etc. He also wears makeup fairly often, mostly a lot of eyeliner and exaggerated lips. He likes to stand out.

Personality description: He's a pretty laid back guy, and they love kids. As the eldest of 6, they grew up taking care of kids, and so that carries over often. They may seem like they're talking down to people, but they may actually just be trying to deescalate or teach something to someone. He's very kind, but he's also very blunt at times. He doesn't hold his thoughts about things to himself, and if he doesn't like you, you'll know. They try to help everyone, regardless of how they feel about you, too, and this often leads to them burning themselves out. They're also a very fast learner, though they tend to put things off until the last minute.

Background: As a child, Reza was a very gifted child. He was consistently ahead of his peers. However, he was not very active, other than playing games with their younger siblings as they came along. This led to a lot of bullying as a child, and not just from his peers. His siblings were harsh, as siblings are, and his parents did little to stop this. This led to his developing a few different mental illnesses he still struggles with. Despite knowing that the things he's struggling with aren't good for him, he refuses to seek therapy. He went to public school for the majority of his life in a small town near the coasts of Japan, but he eventually moved to Domino for college and better work opportunities. He now studies behavioral sciences and game design, and aspires to be a child psychologist and create games to promote good mental health and habits to build for a healthy lifestyle. He still keeps contact with his family often, despite the verbal abuse from his siblings and lackluster parenting.

• Reza suffers with depression, EDNOS, R-OCD, BPD, and chronic migraines. These things will likely appear in roleplay. This is your warning.

• All posts with content warnings will be tagged appropriately. Feel free to block these tags.

• I am not attempting to glorify or romanticize any of these disorders or illnesses. These come from a place of experience and are simply aspects of the character that are crucial to who they are as a person. If you are struggling, please reach out to a professional who can help you.

•All rps will either take place during Reza's highschool years or during his college. College is postcanon, highschool is during the canon events of DM and S0. He doesn't know about the canon events other than the tournaments that Yugi and Yami participated in that were broadcast on TV. He does not know how to play Duel Monsters, however it is something he has enjoyed watching since his highschool years. He has collected cards, but he does not actually know anything about building a deck. Duels iirp are not available for this reason (and because I don't feel like using online dueling platforms, I prefer physical cards-/lh).

[ridiculousyoungicarus]

@thexcowardlyxleo @songsofacagedbird

#did I legit search for that tweet to just grab the image #yes yes I did #LOOK IN MY DEFENSE I KNOW I HAVE NO DEFENSE FOR THIS POINT #*POST #leo #yeah that's not who we are; we are not beautiful ( ches | balo ) #musings ( driskell family ) #no chains won't hold me down ( musings ) #musings ( friends )

[ofgospel]

( TAG DROP  — pt.1 )

#( OOC. || you're the creator; YOU TRAITOR! ) #( MUSINGS. || through the blood of the pen & the stacked coffins. ) #( AESTHETICS. || one old song; a thousand memories. ) #( IC. || writing happy melodies to hold down my career. ) #( SAVE. || so won't you save a prayer for me? ) #( CRACK. || this one goes into the Joey Drew callout post. ) #( HC. || this one will go back to the recording booth. ) #( META. || but at the heart; well the art is heartless. ) #( MUSIC. || sing a happy song; whistle a merry tune. ) #( PROMOS. || it's time to meet a marvel of light and sound! ) #( SELF PROMO. || brought to you in Sillyvision. ) #( ASK MEMES. || can I get an AMEN in here? ) #( V001. || welcome to the house of unrecognized talent. ) #( V002. || even in the lighter side; we sing with delight! ) #( V003. || and now the chains are broken; but are you truly free? )

[aegisvestige]

Tag dump.

#glass half empty. glass half full. either way you won't be thirsty ( musings. ) #on the way I saw the places I once loved begin to fade ( aesthetic. ) #these chains will not hold me down; they’ll break and fall to the ground ( self. ) #can't tame these lions inside ( music. ) #hunt down their prey till the bitter end ( starter call. ) #one more soul to the call ( ask. ) #go forth and have no fear ( meme. ) #so we sing of the moon and the face that it hides ( headcanon. )

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 731

Words - 1,768

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2021

Warnings - Smut.

----

"You know what you gotta do man, you gotta just go up to her, you know, and you gotta just." Jordan smacked his hands together dramatically, pointing to his sister who was across the way laughing with a friend. "I don't know man." Brad took a long drag of his cigarette, staring at (Y/n). "Are you kidding me?" Jordan laughed while smacking Brad's shoulder dramatically, making Brad laugh a little. "I mean look at her. That woman is a fucking Goddess among men." Brad exclaimed making Jordan laugh. "Come on man, she'll adore you." Jordan reasoned before hollering to his sister. "(Y/n)!" She turned her attention to her older brother upon hearing her name. "Come here." He waved her over, smiling when she complied. "Come on man." Brad chuckled bitterly shaking his head. "What can I do for you Jordan?" (Y/n) rested her hand on her hip, the sun behind her giving her an angelic glow in her white bikini, with gold chains adorning her curves. "I'll tell you what you can do for me, you can park your pretty little ass on my friend here's face and give him the ride of his life." Jordan laughed when she rolled her eyes at him. "Fucking hell." Brad hissed under his breath, thinking she'd never give him the time of day now. To his surprise however she moved to stand in front of him, looking him over before taking a seat across his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Oh hey there." He murmured with a grin tugging at his lips. "Is that what you want baby? You want me to sit on your face?" (Y/n) asked sweetly while tracing his jaw with her fingers. "More than anything." Brad admitted, ignoring the excited laughter coming from Jordan. "Well you'll have to work for it handsome, because unlike my brother will have you believing, I'm not a slut." She hissed the last word before standing from Brad's lap, strutting away with more sway in her hips than usual. "She likes you, normally she'd have tried killin' us both for a comment like that." Jordan smiled at his friend, who looked almost crushed. "She doesn't even know who I am." Brad frowned before taking a heavy drag of his cigarette. "Oh she knows who you are, she asks about you everytime she sees you." Jordan laughed as he lit himself a new cigarette.

---A few hours later---

Walking upstairs Brad rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. "Where you off to cowboy?" (Y/n)'s voice sliced through the music filled air with ease. "Looking for a vacant bathroom." Brad smiled with a chuckle. "Come with me, I've got a room here with a private bathroom." She waved for him to follow, her crimson gown hypnotizing Brad as he followed her closely. "Lock and key." She held up a small key before unlocking her rooms door. "Smart." Brad chuckled as he followed her into the room. "Nice room." He commented as he looked over the extravagant room. "Yeah Jordan likes spoiling me." (Y/n) sighed with boredom. "You don't like being spoiled?" Brad asked with a playful glint in his eyes. "I like being spoiled, but I wanna be spoiled by my man, not my brother." (Y/n) explained with a small grin. "So what your man broke?" Brad asked a little worried she was taken. "Gotta have a man first sweetie, the bathrooms over there." (Y/n) pointed to the bathroom, Brad grinned as he walked to the bathroom, pleased to know she was single.

When Brad exited the bathroom he froze in his tracks, watching as (Y/n) unzipped her gown, letting it to pool at her feet. "So Brad tell me, do you want me to give you the ride of your life?" (Y/n) kept her back to him, teasing him with her black lace bra and pantie set. "Fuck yes." Brad breathed out licking his lips. "I don't do this normally, but I've been watching you for some time now. And I'm so sexually frustrated right now, I don't wanna wait until date four." (Y/n) explained, beckoning him to her. "I won't think any less of you angle." Brad promised as he took ahold of her hips. "Good." She smiled before pulling him down for a heated kiss, moaning into his mouth when he squeezed her ass firmly. "Now get your ass on the bed handsome." She murmured as they pulled apart, playfully smacking his ass. "Yes ma'am." Brad smiled before doing as she said, making himself comfortable on her king size bed. "Remove that pesky shirt of yours for me." (Y/n) insisted as she crawled onto the bed, straddling Brad's thick thighs. Quickly Brad sat up and stripped himself of his shirt, making (Y/n) giggle softly, finding his eagerness incredibly hot. "Mmm look at that." (Y/n) hummed as she stroked her hands up and down his firm chest. "I can't wait to see what you've got waiting for me in here." She mused as she unbuckled his pants. "I thought you were gonna feed me." Brad smiled up at her. "Oh I will, but I'm gonna have some fun first." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants. "Fuck that's beautiful." She murmured at the sight of him, licking her lips as she began stroking him slowly. "I'm glad you like him." Brad sighed heavily when she started dragging her tongue up the underside of his cock. "He's perfect." She smiled up at him before taking him into her mouth, and easing him down her throat slowly. "Fuck." Brad hissed, his head falling back into the pillows. "Just like that baby." Brad praised her, tangling his fingers into her hair. "Fuck you're so hot." Brad continued, as (Y/n) bobbed her head along his shaft. With a moan she eased him out of her mouth, releasing the head of his cock with an audible pop. "Delicious." She winked before climbing up the rest of his body, hovering her cunt right over his face. "Ready for me baby?" She looked down at him, wiggling her hips, teasing him. "I'm starving." Brad growled as he pulled her hips down, licking and nipping at her clothed pussy feverishly. "Ah!" (Y/n) cried out followed my a long moan. "More Brad please." She whined with need, laughing with excitement when he proceeded to tear her panties apart. "Fuck yes!" She bucked her hips as he began feasting on her, leaning forward she began kissing and licking along Brad's stomach, inching closer and closer to his cock. Greedily Brad pushed his tongue deep into her needy cunt, this goatee rubbing against her clit deliciously. "God yes!" (Y/n) cried out blissfully, kissing sloppily along his throbbing shaft. Brad growled against her soaked folds, as she began sucking him off again. (Y/n) bucked her hips softly as her orgasm approached quickly, moaning against his cock as he sent her over the edge.

Pulling him out of her mouth (Y/n) began rocking her hips, drawing out her high as Brad continued to feast on her. "FUCK!" She cried out, the muscles in her stomach contracting almost painfully as he lapped at her overstimulated cunt. "Brad!" She cried resting her hands against his hips, she applied most of her weight forward, attempting to pull away from the greedy man. Brad growled as he took a tight hold of her hips, pulling her back into place as he continued to eat her out. "Oh god I can't!" She cried out as a second orgasm washed over her without warning. "Ah!" She practically screamed as the most intense orgasm surged through her body. "(Y/n) are you okay?" Jordan barged into her room, quickly closing the door when he realized what he was looking at. "Oh my god." (Y/n) panted heavily while Brad licked at her lazily. "Oh my god." She repeated softly when Brad released her hips, allowing her to crawl away. "Holy fuck." She chuckled breathily, as Brad pulled her to lay back, swapping places with her, he made himself comfortable between her legs. "How was that angel?" Brad asked as he brushed back her hair. "I can't feel my legs." She giggled pulling him down for a kiss, moaning when he began sinking his cock into her still aching cunt. "Think you can cum one more time for me angel?" Brad asked as he bottomed out in her. "I'll cum as many times as you want me to daddy." She grinned up at him, the nickname sparking a fire within Brad. "Good girl." He growled as he began thrusting into her vigorously, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each powerful thrust. "Fuck yes daddy!" (Y/n) cried out, clawing at Brads back, encouraging him to fuck her a bit faster. The bed squeaked, the headboard banged against the wall, (Y/n) was a moaning mess, along with Brands grunting and the obscene sound of his balls slapping against (Y/n)'s ass filled the room. "Shit!" Brad growled as he buried his face into (Y/n)'s neck biting at her skin, as he hiked her legs up onto his hips, allowing him to fuck into her even deeper. "Brad!" (Y/n) chanted his name like a prayer, over and over his name passed her lips, fueling his desire to fill her with his seed. "Don't stop." She begged before pulling him into a needy kiss, thrusting her hips up to meet his erratic thrusts in perfect tune. "Cum for me angel." Brad panted against her lips, as her cunt began constricting his throbbing cock. "Yes daddy." She huffed in pure ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she came for the third time that night. "Just like that baby." Brad groaned as he to came undone, pumping his seed deep into her womb. "Fuck yes." He panted has he continued rutting into her, wanting to pump every last drop into her. "I should have jumped your bones sooner." (Y/n) panted with a chuckle, sighing when Brad pulled out of her and laid beside her. "You're mine now angel." Brad stated as he pulled her to lay against his chest. "Yes daddy." She smiled up at him, giggling when he playfully spanked her ass. "I'm gonna make sure you can't walk tomorrow." Brad warned as he pulled her into a kiss, kneading her ass in his hand. "Good." She hummed against his lips, the both of them grinning like sinners.

#imagine #gif imagine #brad bodnick #Brad Bodnick imagine #brad bodnick x reader #wolf of wall street #wolf of wall Street imagine #wolf of wall street x reader #wows #wows imagine #wows x reader #twows #twows imagine #twows x reader #the wolf of wall street #The wolf of wall street imagine #The wolf of wall street x reader #jordan belfort #Jordan Belfort imagine #Jordan Belfort x reader #jon bernthal #Jon bernthal imagine #leonardo dicaprio imagine #leonardo dicaprio #Extended #smut

[supersizemeplz]

Open Up

CollegeAU!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Inspired by the tweet below, which I may have screenshot from tik tok. Enjoy!

Lazy. That word described your day in full. You'd had no classes and you were off from work for the next two days. Today was dedicated to self care and very much needed relaxation. Your plush blanket was snuggled tight against your neck, protecting you from the cold air of your apartment. Just how you liked it. The scent of brown sugar raised off your skin thanks to your shower half an hour before.

An older episode of The Simpson's played on your television, being the only source of light in your otherwise dark apartment. That and a pumpkin spice candle that sat isolated on the kitchen island behind you. Fuzzy winter socks hugged your feet, matching the onesie that you wore. Your big bonnet sat atop your head like a crown, hiding your butterfly locs.

Sighing happily, you turned up the volume of the TV before sitting the remote aside. And just as you'd gotten comfortable again, your phone vibrated on the coffee table before you. With a huff, you sat up and grabbed the device. Erik's picture took over the screen, consisting of him showing off his charming smile while relaxing in his bed. Wearing a neon green durag which happened to match your bonnet and a gold chain resting against his bare chest. He'd been the one to set that as his contact photo and his name which included ‘Daddy’. Much to your amusement.

"Stevens, isn't it your bedtime? You have class in the morning." You answered the call, hearing him shuffling around. His chuckle sounded through the speaker and you grinned. Almost as if you could see those dimples.

"I overslept that one time and you won't let it go, will you?" He laughed. Followed by his car door and two beeps from his doors locking. "While you questioning me.. What you doing up?"

"Nothing, watching tv. I’m not sleepy..” You looked to your screen, seeing his video request. “And why are you FaceTiming me? I am not decent enough." You laughed, refusing to answer. He tsked at that, messing with what sounded like bags. “Are those bags I hear? Where you been, sir?”

He chuckled, keys and bags jingling in the background. "Open the door and see." Was his simple rebuttal, probably accompanied with that devilish smirk of his.

"What door? Did you not hear me say I'm looking a mess? Bonnet and all." You looked to the door as if you could see through it. He chuckled again.

"I ain't ask you all that, baby girl. Now get your fine ass up and answer the door." It was your turn to tsk as you got up. Crossing your arms to hide the fact you were without a bra, you opened the door as you hung up. He greeted you with a big smile, holding up the bags of food.

"Ooo, wingss ." You sang, grabbing a bag and turning from him. He followed you in with a slight pout, locking the door behind him. Turning on the light, you threw a glance at him. Laughing at his expression. He was so dramatic.

"I come to you with food to show you I miss you, and a brotha can't get no love. A hey or a hug, nothin." He shook his head, holding off a smile. You sat the bag down, playfully rolling your eyes as you gave in.

"As much as you intimidate people, no one would believe you act like this. C'mere, my big baby.." you cooed, holding out your arms. He came to you, sitting his food on the coffee table to embrace you. His big arms squeezed you, lifting you off the ground. "Hey to you too, Erik."

He placed his face in the bend of your neck, inhaling silently. "Damn, you smell good as fuck.." He growled, feeling your nipples through the fabric of your onesie. "And no bra? You must've been waiting for me, baby?"

"Boy, get off me." You laughed, pushing his chest when he gave a synced two-hand smack to your backside. "I told you I wasn't decent. The only reason you still here is because you brought me food. And a drink." Walking to the kitchen, you felt his eyes still on you. Maybe because you also had on no panties.

"Don't do yo man like that. I thought you liked me?" He held a hand to his heart as he sat on the couch, not being able to stop his smile. Somehow you managed to mask yours.

"I mean.. you aight." You sat the bottle of ranch on the table before the both of you, sitting at his side with a shrug. He gave you a look, raising an eyebrow. Looking to him, you matched his face.

"Just aight, huh?" He glanced at your lips before meeting your eyes. "Imma remember that, baby girl. I'm only letting you slide because I don't want cold fries."

"Yeah, yeah.." you teased, taking one of his fries to eat. You were the only one able to get away with doing so. "You couldn't punish your baby. You love me too much. Ain't that right?" Grabbing his beard, you gently pulled it to bring his face closer to yours. Lips never meeting just to tease him.

He licked his lips, smiling to reveal his bottom row of gold. It glinted from the light above you both. His body leaned towards you and you caught the scent of his cologne. The cute little pushing together of his eyebrows as he focused on you made you smile. “I mean.. you aight.”

Your smile dropped and he flicked your lip playfully. His laugh boomed out as he took the hit you sent to his chest. “You play too much. Ugly self.” You fibbed, watching as he took one of your lemon pepper wings.

He dipped the flat in ranch, smirking. “You know I love yo goofy ass..” Stopping himself from taking a bite, he watched you roll your eyes. “..now stop pouting before I say forget the wings and eat something else. You’ll sholl be whining then.”

______

Tag-list:

@sisterwifeudaku @kumkaniudaku @elaindeereads @wawakanda-btch @theunsweetenedtruth @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @unholyxcumbucket @purple-apricots @marvelmaree @chaneajoyyy @wakanda-inspired

@justanotherloveaffair @cmonkillmonger @princesskillmonger @theblulife @airis-paris14 @liviy00 @whoramilaje @yaachtynoboat711 @kaykay0829

@terrablaze514 @iwrite4poc @truglori @muse-of-mbaku @killmongerdispussy @jozigrrl @thedelightfulone @bugngiz @mzbritt @tinyelfperson @ashleychristina73

@softnani @tashawar @callme-slime @kalliopetales @amethyst1993 @pinkdemolition @raysunshine78 @missmohnique @toniilaney @pinktiger501 @uhlxis @thehomierobbstark @princessstevens

@killmongerthiskoochie @soufcakmistress

#black panther #erik stevens #erik x reader #black reader #black panther killmonger #killmonger imagine #erik killmonger #oneshot

[mlmxreader]

Marry You | Obi Wan Kenobi

request; ""A secret marriage? Are you sure?" with obi wan pleaseeeee" // ANON

notes; gender neutral reader, hidden relationships

Being sent off to a planet in the middle of nowhere seemed to be a blessing, you and Obi Wan able to flaunt your relationship, to kiss and to hold one another without fear of someone stumbling through the door; the council had said it was just a quick mission in order to see if there was anything funny going on, if there was an enemy hiding out. But there was nothing, save the nights wrapped up in Obi Wan's embrace, drowning in his kiss, suffocated by the way he made you moan, strangled by bliss.

There was no one, just you and Obi Wan, and as days trickled by, he found his gaze drawn to jewellery shops, he found himself thinking about how a ring with his name engraved on the inside would look when it hung around a chain on your neck; he wasn't foolish enough to trick himself into thinking you could wear it on your finger, the same as he wasn't foolish enough to ponder how your name would sound if you took his surname. (y/n) Kenobi. The thought made him smile, but he knew it was nothing more than a distant and far away dream.

It was cold as Obi Wan strolled down the street with you, his hand in yours, a small smile on his lips; no one knew who you were, no one knew the Jedi code.

"Come here," Obi Wan mused, tugging you over to a jewellery shop, one that often caught his eye, he bent down a little, gesturing to one particular ring. "What do you think?"

You looked at the ring for a moment, admiring its beauty, the plain gold band that was littered with an engraved blue pattern; you smiled, shrugging. "It's beautiful, but... what use would use of us have for a ring?"

Standing upright again, Obi Wan smiled fondly as he placed his hands on your arms, a daft and fond chuckle coming from the back of his throat. "We could get married here, (y/n), we could... no one at the council would ever find out. We could... we could get married here, my love."

For a moment, you fell silent, thinking and pondering his proposal and wondering if it could work, if anyone would ever find out; you trusted him, you trusted his judgement, his knowledge. So, you nodded, pursing your lips. "A secret marriage? Are you sure?"

"Yes," Obi Wan replied, "trust me, my love, I've thought everything through."

"Alright," you agreed, chuckling and grinning. "Let's do it, if you're sure we won't get caught out, let's do it."

Pulling you close, Obi Wan tightly wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and flush to his body as he kissed the top of your head a thousand and one times, making you laugh against him. "I love you... I love you, so much..." his voice was muffled, almost incoherent, "I can't wait to marry you..."

tags; @pascalispedro , @spnfanboy777 , @princess-of-fuckup , @galactic-magick , @snips-n-skyguy0501 , @guns-n-marvel

#obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan imagine #obi wan x reader #obi wan star wars #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fic #obi wan #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan fluff #obi wan kenobi one shot #obi wan kenobi imagine #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi fluff #obi wan kenobi fic #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #star wars #ewan mcgregor imagine #ewan mcgregor x reader #ewan mcgregor #mlem writes

[btsadultarmy]

BTS Members : Types of Boyfriends - Hyung Aline

⚠️Warning: Mature Content. There is mention of sexual activities. Do NOT read if you do not approve or enjoy this type of content. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. The members are all adults and would be in adult relationships. GIF credit to owners.

Namjoon : Gentleman in the Streets/Freak in the Sheets

To him, you are the most precious, delicate flower

His songs will be about you

Handsy in a nonsexual way and sexual way (we’ll get to that)

Would give you the world if you asked. You will be spoiled, don't argue. He loves to take care of you. Laptop breaks? Call Joonie crying, you’ll have a new top of the line machine with all the bells and whistles on its way to you in minutes.

Lots of snuggles. Tender moments and kisses

Low key wants to be taken care of

High key needs to be taken care of

The cutest dates. Namjooning at art galleries/museums, walks through the park or by the Han, fancy dinners, 2 person book club if you’re down, home dance parties, walks with Monnie.

He will buy sooo many hoodies for you to cycle through. Will ask for them back simply because they’ll smell like you.

Skinship : hand-holding in public, snuggles, back hugs, forehead kisses, playful spanks, playful ass grabs, will absolutely melt if/when you run your fingers through his hair

Bedroom Details

Will be so respectful. He’s ready when you’re ready. In your own time.

Will ease into the more adventurous stuff.

Spanking, he is an ass man. The bigger the booty the more spanks you will get. (Don’t worry he won’t smack it hard unless you ask. For all of us, I beg you to ask.)

Is kinky but would not push it on you. Would only act on his urges if both of you had a conversation and had guidelines and rules set.

DD/LG kink. Loves to be in charge. Will be gentle until you give him permission to go harder.

Breathplay

Bondage. Silks, whatever tie he was wearing, handcuffs. Won’t use ropes or chains at least not directly in contact with your skin.

Ice play

He wants to dom you but deep at the heart of it, you are still his delicate flower.

Verbal. Pure praise or pure filth. It all depends on your behavior.

Not so much a moaner. Breathy grunts and whispered curses at most.

Not every night will be a kink session

Color system and safe word highly recommended. He’ll insist for your safety and comfort

Aftercare - warm bath and he’ll wash your hair for you, back rubs and spooning.

Seokjin : Quietly Looking to Settle Down Boyfriend

You are his real life Disney Princess and his player 2

Much like all introverts around the world; quiet until he's comfortable with you.

Sooo many dad jokes.

The gentlest of gentlemen.

He’s the prime example of gaining weight while in a happy relationship. He will cook for the both of you any time he can.

Will have a drawer of clothes specifically for you to wear.

Cheesy cliché prince charming. Will embarrass you in public with romantic gestures. (Please keep the eye-rolling to a minimum and roll with it. Would be even better if you joined him and became his real-life Disney princess.)

Will both show you off constantly and quietly admire you

Skinship : hand-holding, hand on your waist, back hugs, will play with your hair all the time, will use your chest as a pillow, big spoon (will smell your hair as you spoon and fall asleep)

Bedroom Details

Is in no rush. Will actually admire you for your personal choice to wait; if that’s what you choose.

Vanilla (Not a judgment or complaint.)

Food play

Will be very hesitant to try anything hard, but will try if you ask.

Boob man. Expect his hands/mouth to be on them at some point.

Very vocal. Mostly asking if you’re comfortable or for instruction. Don't worry about being loud, he’ll be loud enough for the both of you. Whiny moans and grunts for days.

Yoongi : Tsundere Boyfriend

You are his tether to reality, his muse, his smile

Another quiet introvert

Seems cold and distant but will prove his love constantly

You will tie for first priority with his music and the other members.

Will leave his clothes that he wants you to wear out in hopes you’ll catch the hint. Will also want them back when they have your scent.

Quiet dates at home.

Late nights in Genius Lab.

Will need to be taken care of. Make sure he eats, showers (Not because he smells; because he tends to disappear into his music and forget how to be a human.)

Will spoil you underhandedly. You mention how pretty a necklace is in an Instagram ad and it will magically appear on your doorstep two weeks later. Curse at your iPad under your breath; next day find a brand new iPad sitting on your side of the bed.

Skinship : Will reach out and put his hand anywhere in a nonsexual way (He just wants to feel you; make sure you’re real and he’s still here.), fingers interlacing stealthily (Sometimes straight up hand holding; sometimes just a couple fingers touching.), running his fingers through your hair during snuggles, will rest his hand on the back of your neck or on your back, will melt into you and fall asleep if you run your fingers through his hair, loves being the big spoon, secretly would love it even more to be the little spoon

Bedroom Details

Is a man with needs but won't be a dick about it.

Oppa kink - Fight me. Will settle for Daddy or Sir.

Spanking

Sex toys

Eating out….like so damn much. Tongue Technology hellooooooo

Teasing in public and at home

Orgasm denial

Overstimulation

Threesomes

Breathplay

Ice play

Cockwarming

Safeword and color system recommended but not required.

Grunts, growls, and curses

Soft relaxing aftercare. - Quiet praises. Will assist in the shower. You both will fall asleep, with you on his chest and him running his fingers through your hair.

Hoseok : Fun loving Freak

SO MUCH AEGYO (Acting cute)

Matching outfits

You will become his sanctuary for peace and quiet. (He can’t be Hobi Sunshine 24/7.)

So much spoiling. Your life will start to look like you’re in a music video for 7 Rings. You want it? You got it.

Amusement Park dates (No roller coasters)

Dance studio dates (If you don't dance or know how he’ll teach you all he knows. Will be all praise and showing you off when you get a combination/routine right.)

Shopping dates. He loves a spree and did I mention he likes to spoil?

Skinship : This man does not get embarrassed. He will lift you into his arms. He will kiss you anywhere. However, he won’t be handsy in a sexual way unless you’re alone.

Bedroom Details

Is down for just about everything

Will respond to Daddy, Oppa, or Sir

If you’re down he’ll buy you a collar and leash

Breathplay

Overstimulation

Bondage - will tie you down with anything he can find, marks be damned

Toys

Ice play

Markings - All hickeys. I don’t think he'd be down for branding or knife play.

Praise and Degradation - Sometimes in the same sentence.

You WILL NEED a safe word and color system.

Will absolutely wreck you if you let him.

Breathy moans, grunts, filthy filthy whispers, growls

Goes back to being the softest bean during aftercare. - Will bathe you himself and give you a massage if you’re sore.

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Two.)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood imagery, injury, mention of death.

Context: The reader helps out Paul with his little problem, and tries to figure out what another Hunter is doing in Santa Carla.

A/N: I know there has been quite a gap between this and the last part, but I think I'm gonna try and get a new part out every Sunday, so that I have time for requests, school work and other fics. I apologise if this is a bit short 💛💛

Masterlist.

Yet another strangled whine of pain escapes the shirtless vampire propped against the fountain before me, his slick blood already coating my hands generously after only five minutes of working the barbed splinters of wood from his muscular abdomen, the tweezers slipping in my grasp as I pull at one of the more deeply lodged pieces. Dimly, I am aware of the others watching me work, Marko biting his thumb so hard the skin has probaby broken by now, Dwayne silently eyeing my every move from his position beside David, whose face is etched with anger and frustration. Thankfully, I'm pretty sure there aren't that many left, maybe one or two, meaning that the vampire's discomfort should soon be over, something which I can tell will be gratefully appreciated.

Finally, the splinter I'm working at comes free, drawing yet another hiss of pain from Paul, whose head falls back against the fountain with a thud, blue eyes squeezed tightly shut as the wound starts to stitch itself closed, his natural healing ability kicking in pretty quickly. I drop the piece if wood on the floor beside me and wipe the tweezers clean on my shirt, seeing as it is already covered in blood, trying to pat away some of the crimson substance from the vampire's skin as I go, locating the next couple of places I need to pick clean. Biting my lip, I place a hand beside the wound and use two fingers to gently pry it apart, inserting the tweezers as I find the end of the splinter, clamping down on it even as Paul moans again, blood oozing out of the incision as I start to pull. This one eases out pretty smoothly, leaving only one more that needs removing, one which is right beside where his heart is.

"One more." I reassure him, cleaning the tweezers again before leaning forwards and inserting them into the hole in his skin, trying not to prod around too much as I search for the offending splinter, swiftly locating it and going to try and pull it out. Instantly, the tweezers slip off, the small piece of wooden shrapnel barbed and stuck in the flesh, meaning it'll be much harder to remove. Gritting my teeth, I carefully pull the hole open further, trying not to wince as Paul's hand instinctively comes up to grip my wrist, nearly crushing the bones there as he tries to get me to stop, his grasp only tightening as I finally manage to yank it free, one last cry of agony escaping him as he relaxes back against the fountain, nearly sobbing in relief. Sitting back on my heels, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, shaking my hair from my face as I wipe my hands on my shirt, slowly standing up from my kneeling position.

"All done, they should heal now." I say to him, turning to the others with a grim smile, knowing that my appearance is not the most impressive, what with my hands being covered in blood and all.

"Thank you, (Y/n). I don't honestly know what we would've done." Dwayne thanks me, smiling gratefully to me as he goes to help Paul up, Marlo going to aid him in that as the tall vampire continues to whine to himself.

"I don't know, pulling splinters out with tweezers is not the most technical thing in the world, is it?" I point out, watching as they help Paul to his feet and over to a sofa, where they give him back his shirt and jacket.

"No, but still. You didn't need to help us, so thank you." David speaks up, looking at me in earnest as he adjusts his gloves, body still tense.

"It's no problem, just don't tell my boss." I reply, grimacing at the last part, being able to imagine his face if he found out already.

"We won't." The platinum blonde smirks, lifting an eyebrow at me, well aware that what I'm doing could get me hunted to my death if I was ever caught.

Smiling at him, I look to the entrance of the cave, noting the lightness of the sky outside with a sigh, knowing I'll have to return home now, so I can deal with the Hunter tied to my floor. The vampires seem to realise this, too, all of them quickly saying goodbye as I make my excuses, leaving the cave with the tweezers slipped into my pocket, my jacket pulled tightly around me as I start the long walk home, thinking up a story to tell the man in question. It shouldn't be too hard - I can make something up about him being attacked, and then found by me a little while later, somehow left alive by the vampire. I iron out all the details as I trek through the forest, enjoying the slightly cooler temperature of the early morning, glad now that I live in a more natural area, rather than the lousy motel I was required to stay in before. With my head in the clouds, it doesn't take me as long as I thought it would to reach the ramshackle shed, the sounds of someone calling out from inside already audible from my position behind the tree line to its left. The Hunter must be awake.

Sighing, I go over to the door and unlock it, swiftly finding the Hunter on the floor when I've done so, his rugged face twisted into a scowl of annoyance, only for it to turn into an expression of confusion as he takes in my appearance, his legs pulled up to his chest in a defensive gesture, ready to kick out at me if I provoke him to do so.

"Thank God you're awake! I thought you might've passed in your sleep!" I sigh out, starting the charade immediately, smiling at him as I close the door behind me, making sure to show him the insignia on my shoulder as I turn.

"Who are you? How did I get here? And why the hell am I chained to the floor?" He growls out, clearly not too pleased with the situation. I frown at his reaction, as if annoyed that he's rejecting my "hospitality".

"I'm (Y/n), an SRS Hunter like you, and I dragged you here after you got attacked by vampires in the dunes. You're chained to the floor because I don't trust you not to steal from me and then run off." I inform him, going to the table and replacing the tweezers, "Now, you'd better not prove to be like that anyway, or I'll report you to a superior officer, and we all know how that will end. You should be thanking me, I saved your life after all."

At this, he looks up at me in surprise, sitting forwards slightly as I bend to untie him, rubbing his wrists gently as he climbs back to his feet, revealing his height to me - he stands a good head above me. Smiling tightly, I offer him my hand, only to realise it's covered in blood, swiftly withdrawing it with a soft apology.

"Why are you so...bloodied?" The Hunter asks me, watching as I go to the bucket of water in the corner, rinsing my hands and arms in the icy depths, "I'm Archer, by the way."

"I spent the rest of the night chasing down your attackers. I got them in the end, but they put up one hell of a fight." I explain, lying through my teeth as I straighten again, drying my hands on a cloth nearby, "Do you mind just stepping out as I change?"

With a nod, he leaves the shack, going to stand outside as I hastily remove my filthy shirt and trousers, replacing them with clean ones as I grab my jacket again, inspecting the damage, noting that it isn't too bad overall. Relacing my boots back up, I take a cereal bar from the small cupboard in the corner and go out to see if Archer is still there, glad to find him sitting on the log outside. As I exit, he looks over to me, watching as I walk over to where he is, smiling and thanking me as he accepts the cereal bar from me, carefully unwrapping it and eating it.

"So tell me, why did you come to Santa Carla?" I break the silence, looking over at him as he shrugs.

"I was told to by one of the superiors, someone called Elijah, I think. He said he wanted someone to come and check on the Hunter over here." He chews his food before continuing, "At least now I know who that Hunter is."

"Yeah, I guess." I muse, troubled by his words. Elijah is an old friend, I never knew he'd become a superior whilst I was away. But the fact that he wants to check on me? That doesn't bode too well for me.

"I just got a bit caught up with some vampires that were on that attraction thing, the Broadwalk or something." Archer says, finishing up the food.

"The Boardwalk." I correct him, smirking a bit at his attitude, finding him quite pleasant to be around, "You think you're gonna stay?"

"Nah, I don't like it here. It's too small and weird for me. I'll go back to New Orleans and say you're doing fine, I reckon they'll be ok with that." He assures me, looking around at the surroundings.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Do you want me to show you back into town?" I offer, eating my own cereal bar quickly, standing and going to the door of the shack, closing it and drawing the chain across in order to lock it.

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

Smiling, I gesture for him to follow me, leading him the quickest way possible back into town, glad that he's not looking into my residence too much.

A week passes before I receive the one thing I've been dreading, Archer's recount of events apparently not quite satisfactory.

A letter from the SRS, announcing the date of a visit from a senior officer, the situation here apparently needing assessment. When I find this, I try my best not to panic too much, knowing full well that I'm at risk of being found out.

Part Three.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys) #kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys) #dwayne(the lost boys) #santa carla #marko(the lost boys) #star(the lost boys)