#peak chaotic energy and I loved every second of it

[kattegat-revolutionary]

Behold, Renfield, the chaotic, drug-fueled brother of Warm Bodies! All hail, Nicholas Hoult, king of the sexy undead boys that deserve all the love and happiness in the world!

#you can't tell me I'm wrong #Renfield #Warm Bodies #Nicholas Hoult #Renfield movie #robert montague renfield #peak chaotic energy and I loved every second of it #R

[simpforfandom231]

fight for love

The Hob trembled with the echoes of chaos as Lucy Gray and Y/N's fight with Billy Taup escalated further. The crowd, initially stunned, now found themselves caught in the whirlwind of the brawl. Tables overturned, glasses shattered, and the atmosphere was charged with an energy that bordered on madness. Y/N, fueled by a protective rage, exchanged blows with Billy, each punch carrying the weight of her love for Lucy Gray. The Hob's patrons formed a chaotic circle around the combatants, their cheers and jeers blending into an unsettling cacophony. Billy, his wounded ego driving him, retaliated with a ferocity that matched Y/N's intensity. The air crackled with tension as the two clashed, the violence escalating with every passing moment. Lucy, torn between her present and the haunting echoes of her past, felt her frustration reach a boiling point. The crowd, initially drawn by the allure of the Covey's performance, now watched with a mix of morbid fascination and genuine concern.

Lucy, normally a beacon of gentle melodies, transformed into a silent spectator of the chaos unfolding before her. During the brawl, Y/N, fueled by a surge of determination, managed to land a powerful blow to Billy's jaw. The crowd gasped as he staggered backward, momentarily stunned. Y/N, seizing the opportunity, lunged at him, her fists a blur of unbridled fury. As the crowd erupted into cheers, Lucy's frustration reached its peak. Her eyes, usually soft and enchanting, now blazed with an anger that bordered on the primal. She spotted a broken bottle nearby, the glint catching her eye. In an impulsive move, Lucy seized the makeshift weapon, her grip firm and unwavering.

"Enough!" Her voice cut through the chaos with a dangerous edge, but Y/N, consumed by the fight, didn't hear. Lucy, driven by a protective instinct, surged forward, the broken bottle raised in a warning. The Hob's manager, realizing the situation was spiraling out of control, rushed forward. "Stop this madness! We won't tolerate this in here!" But the warning fell on deaf ears as Y/N and Billy, entangled in a frenzied struggle, crashed into a table. The room fell into an uneasy hush, the clatter of the broken table the only sound amidst the silent crowd. Lucy, her anger now unleashed, stepped forward. In an uncharacteristic display of aggression, she swung the broken bottle, the sharp edge dangerously close to Y/N and Billy. The crowd collectively gasped as Lucy's frustration manifested into a visceral threat. "I said enough!" Lucy's voice, laced with a raw intensity, echoed through the Hob. The crowd, previously frenzied, now fell silent, the gravity of Lucy's actions sinking in. But in the charged silence, Billy, driven by pride and stubbornness, made a reckless move. With a sudden surge of energy, he lunged at Y/N, disregarding Lucy's warning entirely. The crowd gasped again, realizing that this could escalate the situation even further. In a split second, Lucy's frustration erupted into an unexpected surge of anger. The sweet, gentle performer transformed into a force to be reckoned with. With a primal scream, Lucy charged forward, pushing herself between Y/N and Billy.

The energy in the Hob shifted once again. The crowd, now silent, watched as Lucy, with an almost supernatural strength, physically separated the combatants. "I told you both to stop!" Her voice carried a raw intensity, and her eyes blazed with a fiery determination. In that moment, Lucy Gray Baird became a force of nature, a manifestation of Appalachian strength and resilience. The tension in the Hob reached a peak, and it was as if the entire room held its breath, waiting for the resolution of this tumultuous evening. But the fight wasn't over. Y/N, still fueled by the intensity of the confrontation, broke free from Lucy's grasp. With a renewed determination, she faced Billy, her fists clenched, blood streaming down her face. Billy, undeterred by Lucy's intervention, spat blood to the side and charged at Y/N once again. The two collided with a force that sent them crashing into another table, the shards of glass adding a dangerous edge to the already chaotic scene. Lucy, her anger now turning into desperation, stepped forward to intervene once more. But the Hob's manager, realizing the imminent danger, grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Let them sort this out. We need to get this under control." As Lucy reluctantly retreated, Y/N and Billy engaged in a fierce exchange of blows.

The room became a battlefield, the crowd's cheers now tinged with a sense of unease. Y/N, fueled by love and a desire to protect Lucy, fought with a tenacity that surprised even herself. But violence begets violence. Billy, wounded but not defeated, landed a brutal punch to Y/N's ribs. The crowd winced collectively as Y/N staggered backward, momentarily vulnerable. Lucy, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and frustration, watched helplessly from the sidelines. In that moment of vulnerability, Y/N and Billy locked eyes. The hatred and anger in Billy's gaze collided with the fire of determination in Y/N's. It was a silent standoff, a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. But just as Billy prepared for another attack, Lucy, unable to bear witness to Y/N's vulnerability any longer, broke free from the manager's grasp. In an unexpected burst of strength, she lunged forward, her hands grabbing Billy's shoulders. "Enough!" Lucy's voice, now a desperate plea, echoed through the Hob. The crowd, sensing the shift in dynamics, fell silent once again. Lucy, her eyes wet with unshed tears, locked gazes with Billy. "I won't let you hurt her anymore." The room held its breath as Lucy, her voice quivering with a mix of anger and despair, forced Billy to step back. The tension in the air was palpable, the Hob now transformed into a battleground of emotions. Y/N, still recovering from the brutal blow, looked up at Lucy with a mix of gratitude and love. Lucy, in that moment, became the beacon of strength Y/N needed. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. The fight, though physically brutal, had become a testament to their love's endurance. With the conflict momentarily diffused, the Hob's manager stepped forward. "Alright, enough of this madness. We won't have any more fighting in here." Lucy, her gaze still fixed on Billy, nodded in agreement. The room, once filled with chaotic energy, began to settle. The crowd, now a mix of silent spectators and murmuring conversations, watched as Lucy approached Y/N. Concern etched on her face, Lucy gently touched Y/N's cheek. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice softening from the earlier anger. Y/N managed a tired smile. "I'm fine, Lucy. Just a few bumps and bruises." Lucy sighed, her fingers tracing a cut on Y/N's forehead. "You scared me, you know? I can't bear to see you hurt." Y/N leaned into Lucy's touch, grateful for her presence. "I'm sorry, Lucy. I just wanted to protect you." Lucy's expression softened, a mixture of love and understanding in her eyes. "I know you did, but we need to find better ways to handle these situations. Violence won't solve anything." As Lucy spoke, the Hob's manager approached them, a stern expression on his face. "Look, I don't want any more trouble in my establishment. You two need to take it outside if you're going to settle your disputes like this." Y/N nodded, realizing the gravity of their actions. "You're right. We'll leave now." Lucy, still holding onto Y/N, shot a determined look at the manager. "But we won't let it happen again. We're here to make music, not chaos." The manager sighed, relenting slightly. "Just keep it together, okay? We can't afford any more scenes like this." With a nod of acknowledgment, Lucy guided Y/N toward the exit. As they stepped into the cool night air, Lucy's protective instincts kicked in again. She gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands. "I love you, Y/N. But promise me, no more brawls. We'll find a way to handle things without resorting to this." Y/N nodded, feeling a warmth in her chest. "I promise, Lucy. No more brawls. From now on, we'll face everything together." Lucy smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Good. Now, let's get you patched up. I've got a first aid kit back at our place." Together, they walked into the night, leaving the echoes of the chaotic brawl behind them. The love between Lucy Gray and Y/N, though tested, emerged stronger than ever.

And as Lucy took care of Y/N's wounds, lecturing her about the fight with a mix of sternness and tenderness, they both knew that their love could weather any storm. With each bandage applied and every word of advice shared, their bond deepened, turning a tumultuous night into another chapter in their extraordinary love story. Back at their apartment, Lucy carefully cleaned and bandaged Y/N's wounds. Y/N winced occasionally, but Lucy's touch was gentle, a testament to her love and concern. As she worked, Lucy couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Y/N, you can't keep getting into fights like this. It's not a solution." Y/N, feeling a bit light-headed, flashed a teasing grin. "Well, it worked this time, didn't it? I protected you." Lucy's frustration bubbled up. "Protecting me doesn't mean putting yourself in harm's way. There are other ways to handle conflicts. We can talk, reason, or even just walk away." Y/N chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "I promise, next time I'll challenge them to a dance-off instead." Lucy shot her a look, torn between annoyance and amusement. "This isn't a joke, Y/N. I worry about you. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you." Y/N's playful demeanor softened. "I know, Lucy. And I appreciate that. But sometimes, in the heat of the moment, my instincts take over." Lucy sighed, finishing up the bandaging. "Instincts are one thing, but we need to find healthier outlets for our emotions. I don't want to see you hurt, and I don't want us getting into dangerous situations." Y/N reached for Lucy's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I hear you, Lucy. I'll try to be more mindful of that. No more impromptu brawls, I promise." Lucy looked into Y/N's eyes, her frustration giving way to a deep affection. "Good. Because I love you, and I want us to navigate through life without resorting to violence." Y/N grinned, leaning in for a soft kiss. "I love you too, Lucy. And I'm lucky to have you taking care of me, even when I'm being a bit reckless." Lucy couldn't stay mad for long, especially when faced with Y/N's endearing smile. "Just promise me one thing." Y/N raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" Lucy smirked. "No more broken bottles or dance-offs. We'll find a middle ground, okay?" Y/N laughed, sealing the promise with another kiss. "Deal, Lucy. No more broken bottles or dance-offs. Just us, facing whatever comes our way, together." As they cuddled on the couch, the echoes of the chaotic night faded into the background. Lucy, still a bit frustrated but overwhelmingly in love, couldn't help but marvel at the unique, spirited nature of her relationship with Y/N. And as they settled into the quiet comfort of their shared space, Lucy knew that their love story was one for the books – a tale of music, mayhem, and the unbreakable bond they shared, even in the face of broken bottles and brawls.

#lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x reader #rachel zegler #lucy gray #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #tbosas

[kedsandtubesocks]

omg !! your mando!baku thoughts i'm—

living for this au ! 🥺 so cute and such opportunities for angst 👀 drama 👀 forbidden romance 👀 pining !! i yearn for him goodbye akfhsidbbw

ty for sharing !! just wanted to stop by and say that i am in love with this concept 🥺

okay not even joking this literally is me right now because the absolute talent behind one of the best bakugo works and you take me the way I am messages ME?!

(also so ok I’m a big reader on ao3 especially for bnha fic so at first it didn’t hit me that you wrote it and then for a split second I was like “wait why does their name sound familiar- OH MY GOD??” So FORGIVE ME IM SORRY!!)

But lovely Willow oh my goodness… I really can’t explain how bright my entire being feels seeing your message I can’t thank you enough for dropping in to send something because I am just 🥹 and probably will be like all day

But yes TEAM MANDO BAKU!! AHHHHH 😭 he really does fit the role so well doesn’t he? Our chaotic angel queen @ofmermaidstories mentioned him with a certain green baby and my brain malfunctioned because he’d be such a sucker for foundlings

And okay…Honestly 👀 depending on how the current season of the mandalorian ends I might just take the jump and write him to deal with the pain™️ LMAO

For now I knew I had to leave you with something because you are as sweet as can be and i wish I could put into words and explain how much your message means to me so this will have to do, thank you 💐

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The two of you would be stuck in the cave for a while.

“What happened to your damn shitty sorcerer powers huh? Can’t you move the dumb rocks?” Bakugo’s snarled modulated voice cuts through your thoughts and you sigh exhausted already.

You knew about his list of accolades.

One of the strongest mandalorain clan leaders that helped liberate their home planet of Mandalore. A war hero notorious for using not just a jet pack but also specially crafted beskar gauntlets that helped him fire cannon like explosions from his fists. He’s a smart strategist and commander, has earned the respect of the Jedi council for willing to work with your kind.

But he makes you want to pound on his metal helmet head with your lightsaber until it knocks some sense into him.

“It’s sometimes not as simple as moving rocks. I have to save my energy just in case those troopers come back.” You reply sharply. “Besides we both sent out distress signals, someone will come. We just have to wait.”

“Maybe you just can’t move the rocks.” It’s said so casually as Bakugo tries to survey the blocked off exit. The most childish thought rises in you to use his metal body to dig out of the rocks like an awful shovel.

So you breathe- inhale, exhale.

Thankfully the caverns glow from the tiny insects living in the rocks. It’s enough light that you can rummage through the ration packs in your bag.

“Come on,” you offer. “We need to eat something.”

“No.” Bakugo replies gruff. “We could be here a while. Can’t eat all that now.”

He’s right. You’re not telling him that of course. So instead you set your pack back down, close your eyes and try to mediate. But his awfully loud boots stomping around, crunching on every possible rock, makes your face scrunch frustrated. You try to plug up the annoyance leaking in fast.

“Relax.” You say to him or mainly to yourself.

Bakugo scoffs. Your eyes peak open to possibly glare at him. But his back is to you. The obsidian coated beskar he proudly wears is something striking. You even admire the beauty. You also notice you’ve been admiring his broad shoulders that seem to be even broader now with his hands on his hips. You shut your eyes fast.

You’re a knight. You’ve fought wars, survived training to become carved into a harbor of good and peace. You are a lightening rod for the force. You can’t falter, can’t waver.

Your stomach suddenly growls so loud that your eyes snap open horrified.

Bakugo’s helmed face even whips towards you.

“Was that your stomach? Are you part rancor or something because I had my damn suspicions…”

You almost scream at him. You think the force itself might be giggle behind your back.

Embarrassment chokes your mind as you sputter to even think of something. Until the warrior sighs. Bakugo pulls something from one of the pouches attached to his belt.

More ration packs.

“Don’t eat ‘em all.”

You glare hard at him. He knew you had your own. But, you offer him a quiet thanks. As you munch on the bland protein cube you realize-

“You need to eat too.” You tell the warrior.

A moment passes.

“I’ll be fine.” A fast simple reply from him.

“You said it yourself, we don’t know how long we’ll be in here so you need to eat something.”

“And I’ll cross that fucking bridge when if we get there.”

As if the force itself decided to give you a respite, his stomach growls even louder than yours.

It childish and comedic and you can’t even believe the timing. You can’t help it. You bust out laughing. It’s moments like this that remind you this grouchy feral lothcat of a man is in fact someone true and human beneath the helmet. (Or at least you believe he’s human. Your mind wanders about what he looks like beneath the helmet more than you ever will admit out loud.)

“Eat you idiot!” You laugh but a part of you is already terrified that you momentarily just sounded like him.

Something shifts in the air though, faint but heavy enough to notice. Bakugo goes quiet and everything stills alongside him.

“I can’t. Not yet…not here at least.” Oh.

The helmet.

“Look,” you begin solemn, composed. “I swear on my honor as a Jedi Knight you can trust me-“

“Like hell-” he snaps interrupting you first

“Fine!” But you fire back just as fast interjecting. “Starve I guess!”

The words are sharp. You even hate the taste of them, a poisonous bile still lingering in your mouth. Regret already floods you, a wild drowning current. If the council had heard you they would have been disappointed. You’re disappointed in you. You need to be calm, leveled headed. But you know you’re frustrated, tired and…and you hate the strange feeling that’s been crawling on your skin, growing a festering heat, ever since you met this damn menace. So you sigh, defeated and small.

“I’m sorry. Your creed is important, I understand that and I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

He doesn’t reply, doesn’t say a word. The silence, his silence, you discover is actually worse than any of his worst outbursts.

So you break the thick tensioned soaked air first.

“…if it helps… I have an idea.”

You move to the ground close to him. Then sit down turning your back to him.

“We sit back to back. You’ll sense me moving if I try to turn around, which I promise I won’t. But this way you can eat, even have some water and we can just…just rest.”

You can’t see his eyes even as you stare earnest and even a bit exhausted at him. The mandalorian warrior sighs.

“Fucking fine…but if you dare move I’m setting you on fire.”

“Fair enough.”

The moment Bakugo moves, settles against you back to back, your heart jumps an dizzying spin worthy of a star fighter.

You have never been this close to him, ever.

You’re surprised he actually settled fully pressed against you. His back is solid. The beskar armor is not as cold as you believed it to be, even through your robes. The flickering thought of the differences between your form and his makes your throat get tight as you swallow back something clogging your throat.

A gentle hiss of a noise comes. It gently cracks the air and out of instinct, out of panic, you close your eyes.

In and out, you steady your breathing, focus your thoughts to be mindful of the force. However, even as hard as you try, you wonder so deeply about what he looks like.

“Thanks…ya damn shitty Jedi.”

Then his voice, Bakugo’s actual voice unmodulated, clear and even more rough than you imagined, floats in the air. It gets snagged in your heart.

You squeeze your closed eyes tighter.

During the trials to become a knight, your mentors explained repeatedly that the oath, this path, would be difficult. The temptations would be many and they would be strong. You were taught so many ways to fight and be victorious. But you now fear how hard it might be to fight against the temptation growing in you. Because how are you to win against a warrior considered one of the greatest in the galaxy…

Because you realize slowly, then all at once-

Why did you not just offer to close your eyes? Why was your first instinct to offer sitting as close to him as you could?

#THIS GOT LONG AND SO STAR WARSY IM SORRY!! #but wow I’m keeping this message in my heart forever #I’d send you a million ration packs if I could #actually no they’d probably taste like shit so I’d send you baby yoda plushies instead #thank you…so much dear willow #I hope you have a wonderful magical rest of your day because you definitely made my day 💗 #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about Star Wars #across the stars: mandalorian bakugo

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Vol.1 Sakamaki Saga [TRACK 5]

Original title: 魔力の暴走

Source: Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN Vol.1: Sakamaki-hen

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke & Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: It has honestly been so long since I translated this CD, I almost forgot what happened, haha. I do think it’s interesting how these provide us with one ‘canon’ scenario in which Ayato is the one to inherit Karlheinz’ powers. Then again, he has always been the poster boy of the series and the default ‘adam’. I also find Laito’s role in this very interesting, because he’s completely on board with Ayato blowing up the whole world, lol. Gotta love that chaotic energy.

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TRACK 5: MAGIC GONE OUT OF CONTROL (35:30 - 42:36)

You stumble as Subaru drags you along.

Subaru: Ah…

*Rustle*

Subaru: Tsk…God. I had a bad feelin’ and seems like it was spot on too. 

You tilt your head in confusion.

Subaru: Don’t ‘eh?’ me! I noticed those guys were kind of on edge, so I figured that maybe you had gotten caught up in the mess. ーー And I was right. Fuck! …You’re to blame as well though! For lettin’ them do with you as they please! At least fight back a lil’! There’s plenty of ways to get away, right!?

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Your existence tempts us. 

You say sorry. 

Subaru: Ah, don’t apologize. …We’ve spent a considerable amount of time together so…I kind of understand how you think at this point. 

You thank him. 

Subaru: Che…Just when I thought you didn’t say ‘sorry’ for once, it’s ‘thank you’ instead? You really are too good for this world, aren’t you? Anyway, your neck…

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Those bastards really went to town on you, didn’t they? …Come here for a sec. 

You hesitate.

Subaru: Come on…

*Rustle* 

Subaru: I’m gonna do this…

He kisses along your neck to heal the marks. 

*Smooch*

Subaru: Mm…Haah…A Vampire’s saliva has a healing effect…You know about that as well, right? 

*Smooch* 

Subaru: Nn…Haah…Why do I have to bother with this? 

You thank him.

Subaru: Shut up! Stop thanking me every two seconds. I’m the one pullin’ the short end of the straw here. If you keep on spoutin’ random bullshit, I’m gonna suck your blood as well, understand? 

You flinch.

Subaru: What!? Does that mean you don’t want to get bitten by me!? …I’m pissed now.

Subaru bites you. 

Subaru: Haahn…

*Gulp gulp gulp* 

Subaru: Hah…This is your punishment…

*Gulp gulp gulp* 

Subaru: Mmh…

*Flap flap flap* 

Subaru: Are those…familiars? They seem to be in quite the rush. 

Subaru gets up. 

*Rustle* 

Subaru: I have a bad feeling about this…Oi, you! Let’s get inside the house. Hurry!

Subaru drags you inside. 

*TIMESKIP*

Shuu: …Ugh. Right when I had finally fallen asleep. What kind of trouble happened this time? It better not be some random bullshit. 

Reiji: While some might categorize it as such, the Familiars have come to report on a situation which we simply cannot ignore as members of the Vampire Clan. 

Kanato: A situation we cannot ignore…? 

Ayato: Ugh…

Reiji: Vampires who had moved to this world, have been getting murdered one after the other. 

Laito: Nfu~ I guess that truly is something we probably shouldn’t ignore. Still, I also don’t think it was worth waking us all up and dragging us here to the living room? 

Reiji: Uncle…Lord Richter has passed away. 

Ayato: …!

Subaru: …!? He died!? Who did it? 

Reiji: By some kind of organization who calls themselves the ‘Ravens’. 

You ask who they are. 

Reiji: It would be nice if I could answer that question. Point being, uncle was killed by an unknown group of people and afterwards, they pierced his corpse on the peak of Kaminashi Tower. 

Shuu: To show off…or perhaps warn us for what’s to come?

Ayato: …!!

Shuu: So, what are you going to do, Ayato? Are you going to hunt down the culprit or…?

Ayato: Why are you askin’ me? 

Kanato: Well…You are the head of this family, remember? 

Ayato: Like I give a damn! Besides, I don’t remember ever taking on that position. Don’t push it onto me!

Laito: Eeh~ ? Oh come on, don’t say that now. You were the one who inherited that man’s powers, remember? In other worーー

Ayato: Shut up!!

Reiji: Haah…Well, if you want to leave this case untouched, then we will follow your lead. 

You grab hold of Ayato’s hand.

Ayato: …!? What’s with you, Chichinashi? You’re not gonna tell me to get my shit together as the Heir as well, will you? 

You shake your head. 

Ayato: Then what’s your problem!? 

You frown. 

Ayato: So what!? Don’t go quiet and give me a proper answer!

*Thud* 

Ayato: All of you bastards just keep on goin’ on ‘bout me being the Heir or having these powers…Just shut the fuck up already!! These powers were forced upon me against my own will!! So…Why are you expectin’ so much from me!? It’s fuckin’ annoyin’...!!

His powers begin to charge. 

*Woosh* 

Subaru: …!! Ayatoーー!

Shuu: …! Oi, calm down!

Kanato: Kuh…Ayato…Not here! Stop!

Ayato: Shut up! Not another word!!

Reiji: …!! This is bad! …Don’t stand there spacing out, we have to run!

Reiji grabs hold of your hand. 

Reiji: Let’s go!

Shuu: Hey, you! Do you want to get sent flying by his powers? I’m sure you realize that would be meaningless, right!? 

Ayato: BLOW THE FUCK UP!!

Laito: …Nfu~ 

Ayato: ( …Everythin’ and everyone should just disappear…All of it!! This entire world…As well as these powers which were irresponsibly forced upon it…Every single thing! It pisses me the fuck off! Everythin’ should just…GO AWAY! )

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd #diabolik lovers lost eden

[artobotsrollout]

Skdjfkg oh that is A MOOD, I leave sentence bits all the time. What are Thundercracker and Skywarp like? What are some things they like and dislike? I'm so so SO happy you're bringing Star's trine in!!

[I am so so sorry this has taken me so long to answer. I was so pumped to answer then I over thought my answer then I was worried because I wasn't sure if some things I said about them were going to be canon or not and then other drafts overtook it and made it hard to navigate to. 😢 I seriously appreciate your asks.]

Woo for half forgotten sentence bits!

And I'm so glad that you and other peeps are excited about the inclusion of Thundercracker and Skywarp in The Harbingers AU!!

Things may change as more of the story is developed but have my current thoughts on them.

Answers to your questions and a WIP sneak peak at Skywarp's design below the Readmore.

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Before I begin I'm gonna get the obligatory 'This is not canon compliant nor other continuity compliant' general warning out of the way. (It's not aimed at anyone specifically I'm just covering my bases here. Also cause I'm ignoring fanon and a lot of canon unless I think it fits and like it. )

ONTO THE QUESTIONS!

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What are Thundercracker and Skywarp like?

What are some things they like/dislike?

Skywarp and Thundercracker play a pretty big role in the Harbingers storyline so I'm P excited about em.

-Starscream is resilient, adaptive, cunning, unpredictable, brilliant, regal, precise, and dangerous. Hard to kill. Stubborn. He's not Megatron's second in command for a large chunk of time for kicks.

-Thundercracker is diplomatic, creative, hard to read, reliable, heavy hitter, perceptive, and a touch eccentric.

-Skywarp is mischievous, fast, a glass canon, hard to hit, hard to pin down, chaotic, intuitive, clever, and ruthless.

Thundercracker

A mech of few words and lacking in many exuberant expressions, many wonder what mysteries said mech hides. Some people pity him for Starscream and Skywarp 'stealing the spotlight'. Some think he's the real 'brains behind it all' and is too busy 'reigning in' his trine mates to live up to his true potential. Truth is that Thundercracker actually dislikes the spotlight and loves the energy that Skywarp and Starscream have (even if he gripes about it sometimes). Starscream is the brains, but he does run some things by TC when he needs another opinion. He really wishes that people would stop coming to him and putting his trine mates down just because they are energetic and expressive! He loves their energy and personalities! No one needs 'reigning in' and saying otherwise isn't alright. Those who work closely with the lead trine usually learn real fast not to disrespect any of the trine. Except Ramjet. Ramjet is stubborn and refuses to stop being a little shit about everyone even though he's punished with terrible duties every time he does so. The only ones allowed to insult his trinemates are him and his trinemates.

Many assume Thundercracker must be the straight man to Skywarp's nonsense upon acquaintance but they would all be very wrong. TC just gives off less of an outward obvious energy compared to Skywarp and Starscream. Between the three of them he's basically the best with people and most diplomatic. Can be manipulative if a situation requires it. Kinda has Grimlock from Cyberverse energy. (my headcanon Grimlock in my AU is the Grimlock that's in RiD15 because that's peak him IMO) For a Decepticon he's considered rather polite. The fact that he's the one people usually approaches first annoys TC to no end.

He limits how much he talks, outside of the company of mechs he actually likes to talk to, to save energy. Helping Starscream keep the mechs who follow him happy and helping to find solutions for arguments requires a lot of diplomatic skills and patience which can sometimes leave him exhausted. On his off time he usually sticks close to his trine or hides in his quarters.

He frequently plays the moral centre when situations get outta hand. Closet theatre kid. Some people have made the mistake of calling him "soft". But the whole Trine holds such a high rank in the Decepticons for a reason. And Starscream would not have trined with just anyone.

I'm still kinda figuring TC out so the above may change as time goes on. His personality and deeper motivations are just not coming to me quite like Skywarp's, Ironhide's, and Jazz's did. I think I need to write some head trine shenanigans to really figure his whole deal out.

Likes

Stories in any form. (He comes to really enjoy cartoons, comics, and musicals.)

Watching awful movies and shows with Skywarp and Starscream and mocking it mercilessly.

Writing and art

Cute things

Earth animals

Discussing nerd art and literature stuff with Starscream

Helping Skywarp plan his pranks

Dislikes

Megatron

Having nothing to do/boredom

When Skywarp and Starscream argue about something small and unimportant.

Headcanon Voiceactor Potentials:

Markiplier or ProZD

Notes:

Has a small superstitious streak that Skywarp has been known to abuse with his pranking.

A closet theatre nerd

Has a great singing voice and secretly wishes someone would break into song with him.

Skywarp

Lil sneak peek of my Harbingers Skywarp design!!

I've been tweaking things about his design for awhile now and I'm still tweaking but I'm finally getting somewhere sncjek. Fun fact about his design!! For some of his proportions I'm referencing ferret anatomy.

Does a lot of cackling while he fights. Switches between rough front line scrapper to sneaky stealth attacks.

Skywarp is the sort of person who is more than meets the eye. I'm sorry I HAD to 😂.

Skywarp is very high energy with a mischievous streak a mile long. He is unapologetically himself and gives exactly zero frags about what most others think of him. Besides the whole cackling like a gremlin at everything and causing problems on purpose thing, Skywarp is pretty easygoing temperament wise. He isn't afraid of change or the new and unusual. He let's things go quickly so he's almost impossible to prank or insult back in any satisfying way since he really isn't bothered by much. He really doesn't care that he has a reputation of not being the smartest cause it means people underestimate him. He's more patient and skilled than he lets on. He and Thundercracker are two of Starscream's closest right hand mechs for a reason. But he's not self conscious about this perception and sometimes will actively play into it. An enemy who underestimates you is a more easily beatable one. Skywarp is still loveably head empty no thoughts though. He reserves his patience and smarts for pranks and the battlefield. He has zero brain to mouth filter and is impulsive 70% of the time. Oddly drops wisdom bombs on occasion.

Skywarp's hijinks also kind of puts him in a role similar to a court jester. He acts goofy because that's just who he is a person but the upside of that is some people don't take him as seriously as they should. So he overhears a LOT of conversations from mechs who assume he's not listening. This makes it handy to give Starscream inside information.

Another upside of people underestimating him is it makes it almost laughably easy to get the drop on people. Don't be fooled by his goofiness this mech can be dangerously patient. His impressive agility, surprising patience, and ridiculously good hand eye coordination make him unpredictably deadly for foe and prankable ally alike. He can play the long game.

Likes

Pranks

Dumb dad jokes and puns.

Watching awful movies and shows with Thundercracker and Starscream and mocking it mercilessly.

Copying stunts he saw in a movie once

Saying or doing things wrong on purpose purely to annoy his trine mates

Watching horror movies and laughing every time someone dies an easily preventable death. Is frequently overheard whispering "Get em!" at the monster/serial killer.

Dancing

Dislikes

Starscream and Thundercracker having loud philosophical arguments discussions when he's trying to sleep

Being nitpicked

Musicals

Headcanon Voiceactor Potentials:

Bradley Cooper (Similar voice he does for Rocket in Guardians of the Galaxy)

Again I'm so sorry this took so long!! I was actually planning on waiting till I finished their rough references but I'm STILL struggling with TC and I don't want to postpone this any longer so Ill just post the refs when I finish them. Thank you so much again for the questions you send in! I love and appreciate them and they are always a blast to answer.

#Harbingers au #The Harbingers au #My aus #Skywarp #Thundercracker #H!Skywarp #H!Thundercracker #harbingers #harbingers continuity #autothots continuities #autothots aus

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Mammon’s Throne Dish Out Extreme Doom in “Return us to The Stars”

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

This Melbourne crew has a sound that looms large, like a mighty shadow engulfing your senses, full of fiery beats, fearsome roars, witchy riffs, and grim atmosphere. A sound that can best be summed up by the rarely used (but quite fitting) tag extreme doom. Behold, MAMMON'S THRONE!

"Who is Mammon?" you may be wondering. Only one of the seven crown princes of Hell! The word came into popular use following Christ's Sermon on the Mount, which warns about the dangerous trap of greed. You know, that thing about the love of money being the root of all evil. Mammon also played a role in the Spawn comic books and the DC universe, so there's that.

Now we return to Mammon's Throne for yet another profane offering of damning downtuned devastation. Following 2020's Forward Unto Flame, which came out during peak pandemic panic, we have five songs crafted during the turbulent years that followed. Today, Doomed & Stoned premieres the opening track off Mammon's Throne. The band had this to say about it:

We wrote “Return us to The Stars” to tell the tale of a ritual being performed. We set it amidst the backdrop of a desolate desert, largely devoid of life and water, where the only seas are the endless sands that lay before weary emissaries of ancient, forgotten gods.

Every song on the album is about some sort of ending. Be it the end of a life, a kingdom, humanity, or an entire world, and “Return us to the Stars” is a last ditch and terrible ritual to ancient gods in the hope to ascend to the stars and leave a dying world.

We structured the song to slowly build from a somber funeral march towards the blackened ferocity of the final eldritch and chaotic moments of the ritual. The interlude where clean guitars take focus and the rhythm section stops, symbolizes the eerie moments of being in the eye of a great and powerful storm of energy.

Out April 1st on Brilliant Emperor Records, Mammon's Throne is a wicked genre melter, with elements of funeral doom, death, black, and post-metal in the vein of Serpentine Path, Graves at Sea, and Unearthly Trance (pre-order here). I recommend mixing it up on a playlist with the band's Australian compatriots Motherslug, Lucifungus, Holy Serpent, Potion, and Lamassu.

Give ear...

Mammon's Throne by Mammon's Throne

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Melbourne extreme doom metal band Mammon's Throne return heavier and darker with their second, self-titled full-length album.

After relentless touring following the success of their 2020 debut album 'Forward Unto Flame,' released on vinyl through Black Farm Records, Mammon's Throne have established themselves as a force to be reckoned within the Australian live music scene.

On their latest offering, haunting funeral doom melodies meet crushing sludge and death grooves before taking flight in searing blackened crescendos all accompanied by a chilling and diverse range of vocal styles and a furious drumming assault.

The album is slated for an April 2023 release through Brilliant Emperor Records on multiple formats and has been mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege Mastering Studio.

Mammon's Throne is: Matthew Miller (Vocals), Amesh Perera (Guitars), Sam Talbot-Canon (Bass) & Nick Boschan (Drums)

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double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

--

“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

-

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

-

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

-

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

--

masterpost

#seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #namjin smut #bts smut #ot7 x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin smut #namjoon smut #seokjin x you #namjoon x you #yoongi smut #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you

[espressokiri]

Hi there. Another Muslimah here.

Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask. I read your fic about the BNHA boys with a muslim s/o. It was really good. I loved it so much. (There aren't many fics like this, which is a shame cause we like fanfics too. So this was very refreshing. Thank you.💚😉)

Could you do one for the Haikyuu boys, specifically Tsukishima, Kuroo, Sugawara, and Bokuto. But only if you want to, of course.

Hope you have a great and productive day.

Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, and Bokuto Koutarou x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: You're welcome to send asks anytime <3 I may be slow at getting through them but I will make sure to get them out! Thank you for being so sweet anon <3 I hope you enjoy this one! ^^ I’m sorry if it seems bland as I was slowly losing ideas.

Tsukishima Kei

His eyes would constantly drift to you during class hours, lips twitching into a smile as he would watch you struggle with the assignment sheet given during history class.

Would take that as a leeway to make conversation and help you out.

"Tsk, can't even do a simple history assignment?"

Just sits down next to you and points out what you did wrong while helping you out.

Flinches his hand away and mutters a sorry if your hands accidentally graze each others.

He knows how strict the dating rules were and he admired it, thinking it was a safe way to keep them away from harm and heartbreak.

Becomes your unofficial tutor just to spend more time with you.

Has the urge to flick your forehead most times when you purposely tease him.

Is worried when he sees you zoning out in the middle of class during Ramadan, you have to convince him you're fine and that you're getting your studying done despite the odd sleep schedule you've created.

He'll give you a small box of his favourite treat, strawberry short cake, randomly throughout Ramadan because he knows you crave more sweets during the days you fast than regular days.

He calls you a masochist when he finds you watching cooking/baking videos while fasting.

Will stop by your house to drop off pastries during Eid for you and your family because he wants to peak at you all dressed up as he's only seen you in your school uniform or in casual but modest fashion.

He feels a sense of security, enjoying the aspect of getting to know someone with no sense of rush.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He's such an awkward nerd please.

Wants to approach you but fears he might accidentally offend you due to his provocative nature, hence resorts to staring at you from across the room.

Would research more about your religion and would use that as a way to start small talk;

“Hey, uh, I was wondering how do you manage to pray Zuhr when you’re in school? Isn’t it bad that you have to miss it?”

“Oh uh, I usually run home as soon as I can or pray in my club room if there are meetings, my club members are very understanding.”

“Oh... I see.”

“That’s pretty cool of you to be concerned, Kuroo-san.”

Cue him asking you random but wholesome questions with genuine curiosity.

“Did you know men who oppress women are considered to not follow Islam? I find that really nice that women are equal to men in your religion!”

You smile at him and his interest in your religion.

Study sessions in the library because you both wanted to spend time with each other but he knows it is wrong for a male to be alone in the same room as the opposite gender so you both opted for the library where there are lots of people.

Gasps and immediately looks away when you unravel the scarf around your head to fix;

“Y/n! You can’t do that!!”

“I’m wearing an underscarf calm down.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic male but smiled at his respectful nature.

Ramadan? Catch him ruining his sleep schedule just to have movie nights with you through the phone and Netflix Party.

Kenma teases him about it because Kuroo used to yell at him about his own staying up late gaming obsession.

Likes it when you wear a cap on top of your hijab, he thinks it looks cool on you.

He’ll convince you to skip school during Eid if it falls on a school day, telling you that it’s important that you spend at least the first day of it with your family. 

Overall, he’s the type to keep up with the Islamic calendar and learn new facts daily as he asks you to explain each and everything about your religion and lifestyle.

Sugawara Koushi

See’s you for the first time with Kiyoko when he went to excuse her from class for managerial duties.

Smitten from first sight.

Begs Kiyoko to let you be her assistant manager.

He keeps a distance from you during your first introduction and conversation because he didn’t know what you were comfortable with.

He was in awe to find out there were sports hijab when he saw you sporting one to play a short game with an over-enthusiastic Hinata.

“Here, stay hydrated.”

Hands you a bottle of water along with a towel, a newfound respect for playing in hot weather conditions fully covered. 

Due to the chaotic nature of the first and second years, Sugawara would run to cover your eyes with his jacket or hover his hands in front of your face whenever Tanaka would rip off his shirt to swing around whenever he spiked.

Sugawara had to stop himself multiple times from clapping his hand onto your shoulder, resulting in him just smacking either Asahi or Daichi when they mention him almost touching you.

Outings between you two is always monitored by the third years, Asahi smiling proudly at his friend Suga while Daichi and Kiyoko would sneakily take candid pictures of you both.

“What’s one verse you hold dear to your heart?”

You look at him from the warm mug of drink you are holding, tilting your head as you look at him in confusion. Sugawara felt the tips of his ears go red at the cute expression you held, and explains his question.

“Ah,” you thought long and hard before giving him an answer, “ ‘Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear...’ I find that part of the verse very reassuring in times when I feel like I’m overwhelmed.”

Sugawara held onto every word, finding the beauty behind those words, he felt at peace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles.

It felt like he was more excited than you for Ramadan.

He would read out loud the Japanese translation of the Quran after you read out the Arabic words in a beautiful and soothing voice. He wanted to understand and learn.

He was hooked onto the peaceful energy the month brought despite life going on normally.

This man would wear a formal Kimono when your family invites his over for Eid, he wanted to make the best impression despite already meeting them in passing.

Suga had a sense of security and comfort around him and you felt lucky to have met someone such as him.

Bokuto Koutarou 

Oh God.

Akaashi had a field day trying to stop him from initiating any and every kind of physical affection when he first introduced you to him.

Bokuto is a man who expresses himself with affection, so he was lucky for Akaashi to explain to him why he shouldn’t initiate any physical affection without asking for what you considered crossing a boundary.

He knows he can’t drag you to the gym to watch him play volleyball by hand, so he asks you to hold onto the end of a pen, which you took, confused as to what the male exactly wants before realizing he was holding the other end and using that to drag you to where the gym was.

It was oddly endearing.

“Did you see my spike, Y/n?! Didya see?!”

“Yes, Bokuto. It was really cool!”

Cue a chest puffed up Bokuto who grinned with pride.

Invites you to eat lunch with him and Akaashi on the roof.

Having to refuse his food because you weren’t sure if there was pork in it or not.

This made Bokuto stop bringing in food that contained pork, not knowing even aside from that, he had to have the halal form of chicken or beef.

Akaashi had to explain everything to him when he asked him once.

Tried to go vegetarian one day, failed the minute he took a bite out of his food.

Feels bad when he eats on days you are fasting, so he tries finishing the meal before you come up to their usual meeting spot, resulting in him giving himself a stomach ache.

Brings you tuna filled onigiri to take home so you can eat it as a snack during the night after breaking your fast.

Sends you spam messages minutes before having to break your fast;

‘Are you excited to eat?!?!?!’

‘What are you having today?!?’

‘If you want to get any snacks later let me know! :D’

‘ONE MINUTE LEFT!!’

He’s so wholesome please.

Wants to skip school with you for Eid, but pouts when you tell him you’ll be spending it with family.

Asks you to send an OOTD pic so he could be your hype-man.

Bokuto is always willing to understand more about you and your religion, making sure to note things in his head for future references.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu scenarios #sugawara scenario #sugawara koshi imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #sugawara x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[itsmymeaningoflife]

Wanna hear your bullshit hehe

Hehe you asked for it. I’m gonna drop bullshit from the first half of s3 here:

- They really chose a 12 yo boy over grown women to raid the house wtf

- Carl’s crush on Beth is fucking adorable

- “While the others wash their panties let’s go hunt” Daryl darling you need to scrub your ass too

- Rick might have been a bit of a control freak in this era but at least he’s putting himself on the line over the others

- Carol almost shooting Rick bit being totally unbothered by it is hilarious

- Noticed that Daryl always keeps his distance but is always following Carol

- BACK RUB SCENE. Daryl providing physical contact and low-key also surprising himself with it is so adorable. The flirting, the innuendos *chef kiss*

- Daryl and Carol have a healthier relationship than Rick and Lori at this point. And they DEFFO sleep next to each other around the fire every night they were in the road

- The prisoners were wasted tbf. I wish they kept Oscar around as part of the main group for a few seasons. He could’ve shown the audience that not all people in prison are evil.

- Daryls obsession with not sleeping in a cage is deffo routed in trauma. He probs got locked in places as a kid

- Beths unflinching optimism / naive outlook is so pure and I love her. Damn 14 year old me for hating her

- “Not for one second do I think you have malice in your heart” YES LORI IF THAT DOESNT SUM UP RICK GRIMES IDDK WHAT DOES

- Twd really said “wow maybe we need more POC in our cast” and while they had the right sentiment they probably shouldn’t have made them all prisoners either :///

- Also Daryl taking the lead with the prisoners and being the main one to talk to them / reason with them despite Rick being a police officer is great. Give me a fic where Daryl is a youth worker

- Beth putting Carl in his place when he goes off at Lori is strong woman supporting strong woman energy

- Loris death scene makes me sob. Maggie is a real trooper in this scene too.

- Omg Daryl when he finds Carols bloody scarf and think she’s dead after they see T dogs body. He’s heartbroken that he thinks he’s lost one of his only genuine friends.

- Rick finding out Lori is dead is heartbreaking but I’ve seen too many memes of that scene to not laugh.

- Rick goes insane and Daryl immediately steps up. “Nope we’re not losing another one. Not her.” Organising a run. Pulling Beth aside to tell her to watch over Carl. We really see his leadership jump out real early.

- If Maggie wasn’t in a relationship with Glenn from the get go people would’ve shipped her with both Rick and Daryl

- Daryl seeing the “sofie” hand hurts. He really thought he was going to be the one to bring Sophia back. He believed she was alive

- DARYL WITH BABY JUDITh calling her ass kicker and sweetheart… bro my heart can’t take it. Also interesting when Carl suggests names he chooses Sofia and Carol first and the camera is focused on Daryls face.

- Daryl visiting carols grave at sunset and gently placing a Cherokee rose down and tenderly touching the cross is enough to make a grown man cry. He is deffo confused with what his feelings are and why he’s so upset that she’s gone here

- Daryl telling Carl how he was allowed to play out with other neighbourhood kids when Merle was gone and they chased a fire engine on their bikes and it ended up going to his house and his mom was dead / burnt down. Heart breaking. Trauma bonding over dead moms

- Give Daryl a child 2020 (jokes in s10 HES a chaotic sigle dad of 3)

- Daryl finding Carol knife HURTS. His voice is so wobbly and he’s so angry and he keeps the knife and he sits stabbing at the floor working himslef up to put her down. THEN HE FINDS HER ALIVE AND HOLDS HER CHIN AND CARRIED HER BACK HES A HERO

- Michonne and Rick locking eyes murderouly through the fences like damn what a way to kick start a romance

- Carl was the first to help Michonne my heart. And the way Rick hauls her over his shoulder with ease BRO… then he pours water over her boobs? Not sure why but hey I don’t question true love

- Daryl is so dramatic “hey Rick, come in here” “everything alright??” “You’re gonna want to see this” *leads everyone to carol*. He couldn’t just tell them he found her alive. I love his dramatic ass

- RICK AND CAROLS FRIENDSHIP IS everything. Also I’ll forever be salty about how we never got more of carols reaction to loris death

- Daryl calling Carol a POOR THING when he explains to everyone. Sir you are tender

- Michonne calling Maggie “the pretty girl” then one breath later calls the govener “pretty boy” is massive bi wife energy

- Rick and Daryl threatening Michonne like they won’t be tripping over themselves to lay down their life for her come season 9

- I fucking hate Merle so much. But he can’t comprehend that the group will be there to save them. He just doesn’t understand how to care for other people

- Daryl and Oscar could’ve been great friends

- Rick leaving 12 year old Carl in charge of the prison A* parenting

- Milton is the token chaotic gay scientist of twd change my mind

- The governor can rot in hell for what he did to Maggie I hate him

- Daryl sees a dead dog and makes a lassie joke? I’m sorry but this man is so funny

- Maggie said “men always have been and always will be trash”

- Axel being sleazy around Beth after Beth tells him she’s 17 and Carol immediately swooping in to protect her is PEAK MOMMA BEAR ENERGY.

- Okay but their heist to get glenn and Maggie back was elite

- The conflict on Daryls face when he realises Merle is around and his deperate voice when he’s asking Rick if he can go find him hurts my HEART

- RICK TELLING DARYL “I need you. Are you with me?” And Daryls soft “yeah” voice THAT IS THE MOMENT DARYL REALISED HE WAS APPRECIATED.

- OSCAR DESERVED BETTER. RIP KING

- Carl and beths friendship is underrated.

- Gov really thinks penny is still in there huh

- Everyone referring to Carl as “the man” is hilarious but also so concerning

- I forget how on odds Rick and Michonne were at the beginning. The original enemies to lovers

#caryl #rick x michonne #richonne #daryl x carol #the walking dead #twd #carol x daryl

[deniigi]

The update for “It’s Called a Flush” was AWESOME. I know that you like to keep your chapters having A Point, but I honestly loved all the different directions because it shows off so many shades of your writing! I cannot wait to see Paz, because I love your version of Paz, professional asshole older brother, and to see what you’ve done with the Armourer’s dialect!

HELLO.

I am so glad you like it! I’ve rewritten those chapters approximately 600 times now.

Here, have a sneak peak of Din and Paz being adorable in the next chapter.

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Paz had been told, through squeezing hands and soft tones, that it was okay to be so grieved at his little brother’s absence.

His death, they’d meant.

People seemed to think that Paz was more affected by it than others, which was ridiculous.

He’d been just...empty. That’s what it was. He’d felt empty.

Maybe guilty, thinking about shoving away Din’s newly helmeted hands when they came to scrape his arm once. Guilty, thinking about the guttural rasp of Din’s fourteen-year-old lungs laying on a bunk while he tried to breathe through a pneumonia gone unnoticed by nurses until it was too rooted to hide any longer.

Guilty, thinking about Din bumping helmets with him after a fuckin’ stupid, fuckin’ wild save from a whole line of infantry—laughing the whole time with blood licking the bottom of his helmet.

And even after being assigned a new provider to chase after—to keep from being the flagrantly self-sacrificial pain-in-the-ass that all providers had the potential to be—that guilt and emptiness had remained.

Ban was a solid guy. An efficient hunter and a proud negotiator. He was deep covert stock. His ba-buir had founded it, and he’d been born and raised in its embrace from the beginning. He was also a horrendous moron who thought with his dick 40% of the time and had a poke-it-with-a-stick strategy as the basis of all his maneuvers.

His troublesome ways were not ones that made Paz cackle over the comms. He didn’t call Paz with a sheepish ‘so’ at the start of every plea for help. He didn’t try to climb onto Paz’s shoulders anytime he was sitting, like a Tooka with no boundaries. He didn’t constantly steal one of Paz’s boots the second he took it off or fly around into a braced formation at random moments as a ‘you wanna go?’ gesture left over from a childhood spent shoving and wrestling and getting into trouble.

Ban was an aggravating dick, and Paz was more than equipped to deal with his brand of chaotic energy, but he wasn’t the right brand of aggravating dick or chaotic energy.

And all at once, with a sign transmission from Shimmol, the right brand had returned.

All the weird Din-behaviors that other protectors were baffled by came swarming to the forefront of Paz’s mind. Every little thing—from Sotra comming in to ask if Din’s daydreaming head-banging motion was a symptom of a concussion to Din being too excited and worked up to eat before a hunt—it all came flooding back.

The protector in Paz flicked on like a switch, and the world swiveled horribly from Provider Ban mode to Provider Din mode.

It all made Paz feel like he was standing on a boat in turbulent waters.

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In trying to figure out how the fuck the covert functioned, @petrichordiam and I decided that there were people who went out to do the hunt for the covert (providers) and then other people (protectors) who came screaming in when those reckless assholes got into trouble that jeopardized their hunts/lives/prolonged ability to provide for the covert.

To that end, Din and Paz were a Provider-Protector team, and Paz was essentially Din’s Crisis-Manager/Handler until he vanished.

#fic #ficlet #the mandalorian #paz vizsla #din djarin #this is a SPOILER lololol #spoiling my own fics

[starleska]

How about Comfortable Doug for the ask game? ^^

YESSSS COMFORTABLE DOUG!!!! i love you so much thank you for sending him in 😭💖 answers for this ask game are under the cut!!

how i feel about this character: ahhhh…Comfortable Doug, how can i really sum up the depth of my love here? he's a delight. he's a freak. he's a certified weirdo. something about his sweaty squishy self fills me with such a sense of contentment…a lovely anon suggested him to me months ago as a potential f/o, and i laughed them off. oh how silly i was 😂💖

i love Comfortable Doug because of how...comfortable he is with himself. he's such a terminally unashamed creature and i loved watching his journey of self-discovery moving up from a simple moletaur night guard to the godlike celebrity we know and worship today. he has such a cute face (and those TEETH oh my god!! 😳), can pull off some seriously fun theatrics and i adore characters with German accents 😉 honestly, i’ve always been a fan of characters who have an unusual, arresting vocal delivery and the way Flula Borg warps his voice to produce this inconsistent, lilting, Euro-lite sound is gorgeous. i could listen to him talk all day!! (on that note, have y’all ever heard this song Flula did with Ninja Sex Party? absolute banger)

there's something so attractive about characters who are…hm, does Comfortable Doug count as a reality breaker? certainly he has the ability of interdimensional travel, and that makes him awesomely powerful!! he's got all these great little quirks that make him simultaneously adorable and threatening. i swear to God, go and watch his scenes in 'Holes: Part 2' and 'My Tummy, Your Hurts' back to back, it's hilarious how he went from this scary creepy dude to a weird, precious goofball. i don't know, i just think he's neat…he's got that unique chaos goblin energy 🥰

all the people i ship romantically with this character: SLAMS THE SELFSHIP BUTTON man i do not care that he's half subterranean mammal i am ready to ride that moletaur at a moment's notice 😳 i’ve been working on a centaursona just for the purpose of selfship and i can’t recommend doing that enough. draw yourself as a centaur, people, it’s good for your soul!!

as for canon, i love Comfortable Doug/Waterbaby!! that little moment where CD flirts with Waterbaby took me so off-guard i had to go hide my face for a while and wait for the blushing to wear off 😭💖 what a smooth-talker!! i would've loved to have seen more interactions between the two…Waterbaby is also an uber-confident, powerful, charming character and this teasing back-and-forth (with CD being an obtuse little shit as always) is so cute and funny 🔥🔥

…also Comfortable Doug/Mouthpiece is a peak ship and i won't apologise for it

my non-romantic OTP for this character: every interaction Comfortable Doug has with our main group is so gut-achingly funny. i love that he ends up being this unknowable, sometimes useful, sometimes unhelpful familiar face for Horse and the gang, and while i don't explicitly ship him with anyone from the group, i adore Comfortable Doug as an unofficial additional member!! so Comfortable Doug with everyone being buddies makes my heart soft 🥰

my unpopular opinion about this character: yknow, Comfortable Doug is an odd one because while i think a good deal of the fandom really likes him, there's this vocal section that is not a fan. this seems to be because by season 2, the writers knew that CD was very popular with the fanbase and gave us a great deal of fanservice with him - and i was very happy about that!! but he did transform into something more of an out-of-story device, almost a deus ex machina with this ability to look at everything from above and act as a chaotic force in an already chaotic universe. as much as i adore Comfortable Doug, i can understand why some people found him to be more of an intrusive distraction than a fun pop-up…

…but i wouldn't trade a second of his screentime away regardless 😖💔

one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: i would watch Comfortable Doug do literally anything so i would be ecstatic for ANY more content with him!! 🥺💖 i was equally entertained and delighted by Comfortable Doug delivering two of the best song-and-dance numbers ever performed as i was listening to him trying to describe the Nowhere King's horrifying experiments to Rider and Becky Apples;;;

that said, the wistful part of me does kinda wish we got more of a backstory into Comfortable Doug…i want to know if there is a Glendale, Ched, Durpleton or Wammawink-type situation to Comfortable Doug and his perpetual weirdness. perhaps it's because the moletaurs seem so chill and nice to each other, quite tight-knit, that there was never any need, but Comfortable Doug tells us that he feels his life so far has been less than perfect…he never found a husband or a wife, a thing to love, or something to go after!! i'd love to know more about Comfortable Doug's family and early years, and if there was more than Horse's arrival which prompted him to become such a strange, confident guy. even though all of the moletaurs are as kooky as the rest of the 'taurs in Centaurworld, Comfortable Doug seems uniquely weird and i want to know why!! and those are just a few of my thoughts on Comfortable Doug 🥺💖 thank you so much for sending this ask in anon, and i am always always down to talk about him and any other of the weird characters on my f/o list :3c

#comfortable doug #centaurworld #starleskasks

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

[raendown]

A follower milestone gift fic for @birkastan2018 using the prompt word woolage.

Pairing: MikotoKushina Word count: 952 Rated: T+ Summary: Apparently I didn’t add a summary and I ain’t doing it now. 

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

KO-FI and commission info in the header!

Morning Glory

If Mikoto could be described in just one word - an impossibility that Kushina had tried to accomplish several times before - the one that might come closest to encompassing everything about her would be ‘grace’. She was gracious and graceful and full of grace itself, graced by the gods and given grace by every life she touched. Honestly there were some times when Kushina wondered how they even became friends let alone how she managed to snag a date with this otherworldly creature that so clearly walked above the rest of them. When she’d tried to communicate that, though, Mikoto had given her such a look that Kushina bowed out of the conversation before it could even start. Without grace, of course, because Mikoto made her clumsy like that. 

The fact that there might be times when Mikoto was a little less than put together honestly never occurred to Kushina until she witnessed it herself for the very first time. Several dates in and it still felt like her heart was going to pound right out of her chest every time they kissed, that’s how far gone she was, so getting invited in to the woman’s bedroom for the first time definitely got some very embarrassing noises out of her. 

And then some very delicious noises out of them both. 

It was the morning after that really changed the way Kushina looked at the one who had stolen her heart so thoroughly. Waking was not, strictly speaking, her very favorite activity on any given day. Greeting the morning was usually done with grumbles, reluctance, and a frequently overzealous helping of profanity. Safe to say that she was not a morning person. Returning to consciousness after the single best night of her entire life did nothing to change habits built over a lifetime. Kushina wrapped both arms around her head and groaned like she could scare the sun away with enough annoyance in her voice. It was the echoing groan from a scant few inches to her left that sent a zing of energy through her veins and Kushina had never been more alert in her life than those few breathless moments it took to unwrap her own head and peak sideways. 

Then she was laughing. Rolling on to her stomach where she could press her face in to the pillow and hope it would muffle the sound of her startled delight. Apparently it didn’t.

“You’d better have a good reason for waking me up,” Mikoto’s voice growled, husky in the way of being pulled unwillingly from dreams. “There will be violence if you don’t.”

Kushina tried to answer, honestly she did, but one quick peek to the side had fresh peels of laughter ringing freely throughout the room. She would have felt a little bad but she also would have challenged literally anyone else on the planet not to laugh at the glorious sight all stretched out next to her and frowning with sleep irritation. Mikoto, apparently, suffered from bedhead. Even in the midst of chaotic battlegrounds her long dark hair managed to stay smooth and pretty, almost a taunt in and of itself. ‘Look at me’, it said, ‘look how little you matter, you can’t even muss up my gorgeous locks’. The state of her now said something entirely different.

It should not have been so utterly adorable to see a frown that deadly surrounded by dark dandelion fluff, hair crumpled and sticking out in every which direction at seemingly impossible angles. Static electricity from a night of rubbing against the pillow even had some of it standing straight up off her head. Kushina wondered for a moment if it was possible to die from cuteness overload. 

“‘ShiShi,” her girlfriend rasped, making her heart flutter all over again for the ridiculous nickname. “You have ten seconds to stop laughing at me or you will not be invited back to this bed.”

“Can you blame me?” Kushina retorted. She wasn’t even sorry for laughing. This was the best day of her entire life. 

“Yes I can.”

For the first time not even the finality of that tone gave Kushina pause, too wrapped up in the adoration filling her chest. If this was love it was something too big to fit inside her skin but by all the gods she wanted to try. Wanted to pull and tear and hold the fraying seams of herself back together as many times as it took to keep this. When she finally managed to sit up it was to run a hand through her own hair, briefly considering the irony that her much longer locks weren’t nearly as much of a disaster, then she turned to smile at the mess beside her. 

“I love that you’re human in the morning,” she said. The words spilled out with no thought just the same as most of her words did but as soon as she’d said them Kushina was struck with how much she meant it. Mikoto blinked through the lingering remnants of dreamland to squint up at her. 

“And I hate that you’re so talkative. A woman needs her beauty rest.” 

With that she rolled over and although Kushina laughed at her again it was a short burst, followed quickly by a minute or so of squirming while she wriggled her way back under the blankets and up against Mikoto’s body. 

“You’re already beautiful,” she said just to make sure that was understood, “but yeah. Go back to sleep. I’ll, uh, brush your hair for you when we get up?”

Mikoto’s grumbles were the sweetest music to fall back asleep to. Grace could return to them later in the day; for now Kushina held perfection in her arms. 

#rae writes #follower milestone #mikokushi #mikoto #kushina #fanfiction

[junghelioseok]

attraction tag 💜

🌻 tagged by my lovely friends @kpopfanfictrash, @hobidreams, @underthejoon, and @lcksndkys!!! thank you, loves 💕

🌻 rules: post 8-9 people you're very attracted to.

🌻 i sat down to do this and suddenly forgot every single piece of media i’ve ever consumed. who am i into? idk!!! it’s a mystery! here are some, though 🤣 

🌻 tagging: whoever wants to do this!

jung hoseok

who even am i if i don’t start with hobi? he is every inch the man of my dreams and the kind of person i aspire to be. i love that he’s a bit of a neat freak. i love that he serves as sort of a second leader to the group, even if it’s so often overlooked because of his energetic public persona. hoseok strikes me as someone who is endlessly kind and compassionate and empathetic, who strives to be his best self while also lifting up others. and this goes without saying, but he’s an incredible dancer. plus, his duality? squishy cheekies with a jaw that could cut glass? pretty, delicate wrists and fingers vs. his smoldering intensity onstage? insane. he’s insane. he’s beautiful and insane, and the way i adore this man, for real 🥺

jeon jungkook

this damn 23yo is out to ruin my life and It Is Working!!! jungkook was a bit of a slow burn for me, but one day i woke up and he’d grown into his nose and up in general and i was??? frankly? offended by how obscenely attractive he is. and now that he’s getting tattoos and piercings and experimenting with his hair? BYE. begone, demon!!! 

but seriously, it’s been a treat watching jungkook grow. i love that he’s so much more confident in himself now. i love his chaotic energy and his undying love for food. he truly has such an endearing personality, and so many cute little quirks. his little stutter and slight lisp? the way his upper lip disappears when he laughs really hard? his instinct to clap at everything? the way he zones out sometimes? and i haven’t even mentioned how infuriatingly good he is at almost everything he tries!

min yoongi

this man is a dreamboat. look at him!!! look at that smile!!! the fact that he could cook me dinner and build me a table to eat it off of??? very sexy of him!!! 

in all seriousness though, i love that we’re privy to yoongi’s soft, dorky side much more these days. i love that we get to see multiple sides of him, from agust d to squishy, gummy smile yoongi who can’t say no to the maknae line. he’s so quietly, steadfastly caring and kind. and his talent (rapping, songwriting, producing, etc.) speaks for itself. 

tom hiddleston

i, like most others, fell in love with tom’s loki, but stuck around for his superb acting in other ventures as well (speaking of which, i need to find a way to finish watching crimson peak). this man has the kind of voice that i could listen to all day. he could read me the dictionary. he could recite to me a list of world leaders in alphabetical order. he could find a phone book, present it to me as a bedtime story, and i’d listen raptly. that’s how mesmerizing he is. also? the shallow part of me just wants to say, he looks great in a suit, LOL.

benedict cumberbatch as sherlock holmes

oh, sherlock. i think i’ve seen most modern portrayals of this character by this point, and bananasplit cucumberpatch’s is undoubtedly my favorite (so long as i ignore the abysmal last season). i often think about how many lines he had to memorize for the role, and it never fails to wow me. the little tics and mannerisms he brought to the character! the dramatic coat! the hair! the scarf! it’s all excellent. 

sebastian stan as bucky barnes

captain america: the winter soldier is hands down my favorite marvel movie, and sebastian stan’s bucky is a big part of that. and yes, i know this gif is from the first avenger but look at that smile! look at the jaunty tilt of his hat! then they gave him a metal arm and a villainous edge paired with a tragic backstory, and i was sold, lmao. plus, i just finished the falcon captain america and the winter soldier, and the character development there was just *chef’s kiss*

michael b. jordan as erik killmonger

everything about this character and performance hit me hard. michael b. jordan has always been on my radar as “wow, he has a really nice face” but i honestly hadn’t seen him in anything memorable prior to black panther. but now that i have, i need more. i would love to see more of what killmonger’s life was like growing up, and how he became a navy seal and eventually a black ops mercenary. i should also watch more of michael b. jordan’s stuff in general. one of these days, i’ll get around to it!

james marsters as spike

teenage me would’ve loved spike, had i actually had the time/resources to watch buffy then. luckily, with the advent of streaming and buffy being on hulu, it turns out that adult me loves him too. 🤣 i so thoroughly enjoy his portrayal as spike, throughout both btvs and angel. the character growth and development was truly so fun to watch. and the accent! the snark! the poetry!!! the way he loves with such passion and loyalty, even as a soulless vampire! i’m basic and i love a good bad boy, what can i say? are we seeing a theme? 😅

#spike feels like he's just tacked on LOL like here's bts here's marvel and oh here's spike #🤣🤣🤣 #tag game

[alexandriawilliams]

☌ - Is your muse famous or infamous in their world for a battle or fight? Do they embrace or shy away from it?

Truthkeeper

KC 628

The winding terrain of the Broken Shore was never easily-traversed, let alone in heavy armor, but Alexandria managed as she made her way deeper into the foothold that the Legion had made for itself on the island. It was difficult to say where, exactly, she was -- the jagged landscape's crags or sulfuric, fel-green ash heaps were too similar to make much of a mental picture of the island outside of the occasional vague landmark, but now, the paladin was... utterly lost.

Sort of.

She was certain that she had gone where she had been directed, but the labyrinthine terrain seemed to twist and fade like a mirage; the path that had existed before seemed to not quite be there anymore. Alexandria was sure she must've made a wrong turn until she noticed the sky changing. Like the fade of an illusion, the paladin watched as the dark gray of the Broken Isles' skyline shifted into an otherworldly violet hue, and chaotic streaks of the Twisting Nether's latent magic ran across the void above.

Her grip on her broadsword and the kite shield strapped to her arm tightened. They were well-made and heavily blessed, having served the knight well since the Third War when she was inducted into the Order of the Silver Hand, and they both gleamed in a sort of protest as the stench of fel became unbearable.

As her eyes returned from the endless abyss above, the environment around her had changed yet again. Alien rock sat at her feet, floating freely in the Nether's expanse... a fact which might have caused the knight panic, if she had time to feel it for anything except for the enormous creature before her.

She had seen and fought typical doomguards before. Formidable creatures to be sure, but nothing that an experienced Templar of the Silver Hand would struggle to put down.

This, however, was not a typical doomguard.

As the creature lifted itself up to its full height from its rested position, it towered over Alexandria two... three... four times over. It must have been ten meters tall, with jagged horns the length of the knight's arms and twin blades nearly the length of its own body. The edges hummed a quiet tone as they were drawn up -- Light, the beast was so large that Alexandria could barely see it all at once. Her heart felt as though it had stopped entirely.

Alexandria was certain that this was how she was going to die.

With a flap of its towering wings and not a moment’s hesitation, the doomguard lifted itself into a hover and immediately screamed forth towards the knight that had been drawn out into the Nether. They were both especially vulnerable here; of course, the demon had run a risk by inviting her into its home plane where it would die a final death, but it was also at its peak strength in the Twisting Nether. This was its own domain, and its quarry was trapped and isolated, ready to be easily picked off.

The knight had only a split-second to bring her shield up at the demon’s advance. With a great flash of the holy energy within her and her blessed bulwark and a deafening clang of the dueling metals, Alexandria felt her arm splinter and fracture simply from the blunt force of the strike. With a pain-wracked grunt of effort, she barely kept her stance composed despite the shooting pain that screamed through her shoulder and elbow. As the demon passed by and lifted itself back up into the air, Alexandria turned herself on her heels to face it once more. In a single strike, she could feel the dent that had been made in her shield, not to mention the toll on her endurance.

The greater doomguard lingered only a moment, appraising its opponent with an indifferent sneer before lunging forth again. In another swoop, it passed by as the knight brought herself low, barely avoiding the razor’s edge of the twisted felsteel that made up her assailant’s blades. Her spine shivered as she felt her grip weaken with fear, but resolve only took a moment longer to come over her as she thought of home, of those she cared for, her fellow knights -- the woman she had just come to know and love dearly.

She had survived Lordaeron. She had survived Northrend. She had survived the Shattering, and Pandaria, and the Iron Horde. She could survive this, too.

As she came up onto a knee from her evasive roll to the side, she extended her blade forth and focused the latent holy energy within her with the blessed broadsword as a focus. It rang out as the golden beam struck true, matched with a dissonant harmony in the doomguard’s scream of rage as the web of its left wing burned through. It crashed to the rock below, grounded as it howled in pain.

Alexandria could feel the ground below her tremble as the beast rose up to its feet, filled with an unquenchable lust for blood as it barreled towards her. This bout was to be longer, a truer duel as metal met. Again and again it sang as the demon’s enormous, heavy weaponry met Alexandria’s shield or a well-timed parry, but the knight simply could not manage to advance... and she could feel herself waning. Even with the Light bolstering her, she was no match for the physical prowess of the monster before her, and the gleam in its eyes told her that it knew.

As another swing came for her, she brought her shield up... and broke. Alexandria could hear the earsplitting cry of her shield being shattered and her own scream of agony. She felt her shoulder torn from its socket as her arm shattered in absorption of the blow, and her feet left the ground as she was thrown several feet back. The alien dirt below was kicked up into a cloud as she scraped along the ground. Not even the strap of her shield was left when she looked for it, and her arm was all but destroyed. What little movement she could manage only intensified her suffering, but she had no time to think -- let alone recover.

It was upon her again in moments, lumbering over to her and lifting one of its blades to end her. The knight made another close call as she managed to leap out of the way only to hear the crash of earth behind her. A single precious moment bought by the evasion saw Alexandria’s blade come down and strike with perfection, slicing all the way through the demon’s wrist and severing its hand -- and one of those enormous blades -- from its body. It earned her another scream in rage and a wild swing from its remaining blade as that lime-green felblood poured freely from the open wound.

Alex brought her sword up to parry and made some effort to brace herself, but with her right arm broken there was nothing she could do to truly stop the strike. It tore through her blade with another screech of shattering steel, scattering fragments across the battlefield as that felsteel blade sank deep into her breastplate. It tore through her with little resistance, cracking ribs and sending the paladin to the ground, disarmed and bleeding out. Even with the Light constantly working to restore her body, Alexandria could feel her consciousness waning as every pump of her heart emptied blood onto her ruined tabard.

In that dire moment, her training left her; she was operating purely on the most primal survival instinct that existed within her. She wobbled to her feet as the injured greater demon struggled in similar fashion, losing both blood and focus from its severed, gushing stump of a wrist. That stumbling delirium granted Alexandria a moment to claim its relinquished sword. Despite its weight, the knight managed to heft it up like an oversized zweihander, resting it upon her shoulder; the shattered arm hanging uselessly at her side made it impossible to wield properly.

Alexandria murmured a prayer beneath her breath as the creature advanced to finish her. The fuzzy edges of her vision began to wane to darkness and her view of her opponent became blurred, but to relent meant certain death. As the creature brought its blade back to prepare a strike that no block from a mere human would stop from rending her in twain, Alexandria lurched forth and brought the commandeered felsteel around towards its exposed shin. Another crack of bone split the air as the beast howled, dropping its weapon and slumping to the ground as its second limb was severed from its body. That vile green blood pooled quickly as the beast flailed in tormented death throes, searching for any spiteful strike that it might land to inflict whatever damage it could.

Still, the paladin would take no risks. Even sure she would bleed to death before help arrived, she advanced again once the enormous blade was hefted over her shoulder once more. Bringing it up and over her head with her one working hand, she brought it down towards the prone beast’s neck... but not before those claws sank deep into her abdomen.

Alexandria spat blood in her helm as those spikes shredded organs, but she followed through. The blade fell like a guillotine, and the doomguard’s howling stopped in an instant. The paladin stumbled back and hit the ground, and her eyes went skyward as she felt herself succumb. The magic holding her to the Twisting Nether faded as the demon’s soul faced its final rest. The ground beneath her began to crumble, and she was sure that her very last moments would be spent eternally falling towards nowhere in the void below.

If this was how it ends, she figured, I think that’s okay. The knight’s eyes finally fluttered shut, and she fell to slumber that she was sure would be eternal.

* * * * *

The unfamiliar ceiling of one of Dalaran’s inns greeted Alexandria as her eyes opened, though she immediately regretted having woken up. The pain in her body was immeasurable; she would surely be in bed for weeks.

Consciousness drifted in and out for several days, though by the third time she awoke there was something new in the room. Leaned against the wall was a shield, a crest of holy fire with a note tied to it with a glittering band of string.

To Dame Alexandria Williams Champion of the Silver Hand

The greatest truth of the Light’s doctrine is that with its blessings, anything is possible. Word of your victory has reached us, and we see fit to name you a Champion of the Silver Hand. We have also heard that you are in need of a new shield.

Truthkeeper is rumored to be unbreakable, passed to those knights of a similar reputation. We trust it will serve you well. Congratulations are in order for your promotion - when you are well, return to the Sanctum of Light.

#writing

[jasperwhitcock]

Favorite Twilight blogs?

i’m always ready to answer this ask again because i love mentioning everyone i admire hehe. here are my fave blogs, my friends, & why they’re the best. ♡

@bellasredchevy ugh i love kae. do i have the power to appoint a ruler of the renaissance? no. but if i could... it’d be kae bc all her takes are the takes. i think her answers to asks are always either really funny and witty or just really smart. she’s super kind but she’s also a very no bullshit person because she’ll tell it like it is to shitty anons. she also has really cool life experiences that she’ll very casually mention and you’re like i’m sorry what. u worked w... tigers??? why can’t i let that go this is literally not the first time i’ve brought that up lmao. anyways, if kae told me to jump off a cliff (recreationally and recklessly), i’d do it. 

@inthemiddleofmymidnight i think kim is the first friend i made on here. she’s wonderful and insanely funny. maybe i’m just easy to make laugh but every story she tells truly makes me laugh out loud... and i’ll laugh again thinking about it later. she is truly a meme queen. her posts... chef’s kiss. also she will put team edward/team jacob shirts in ur animal crossing able’s sisters if u ask. i love u kimmie im ur biggest fan. also like me, kim would be afraid to dive off the cliff if we were cliff diving but then she’d be the one to PUSH me sdhjfhsj i just love her so much. her friendship literally means so much to me!!

@bellaskhakis nayana is the type to go from trashing edward relentlessly to simping for edward in 2 seconds. in real life she’s probably stressing over school but mentally she is in forks, wa in bella & edward’s lil cottage reading fanfiction. if u need recommendations, she’s got u. she’s a great listener & friend & her humor is like wonderfully chaotic. she’ll cry but then she’ll take that energy and drunk liveblog the twilight movies or buy a bunch of plants. if ur friends w her, she will send u all the funny tiktoks & that is LOVE. nay would think she would want to cliff dive but then need to talk herself into it while everyone else goes first and then realize she was the last person up there and freak out but then dive anyways

@cullen-collective omg kaity is such a great person to talk to. she’s like jacob – she’s an easy person to talk to. she listens but also really makes u feel comfortable & like u’ve been friends forever. kaity don’t read the rest of this paragraph i don’t want u to feel self conscious/overly self aware hehe BUT my fave part of kaity’s blogs as i’ve said to her before is like the literal stream of consciousness happening in her tags. why do i feel like kaity would run and JUMP. would she do a cannonball??? i would like to see it

@teamjacobthot my love for dij... unconditional. irrevocable. dee is just like COOL. why did i feel so lame saying that. she just has the best energy and i know i keep calling everyone funny but really dee is FUNNY. like kaity, she’s also the kind of person that i feel like you just automatically get along with & feel comfortable around. obviously we’re all here for fun but i feel like dee’s blog really embodies that fun like no other because either in her posts or notes or answers to asks... it’s the most chaotic unexpected topics that will truly kill u. im thinking of that freaking diarrhea ask she got that she just reblogged again... cursed. but i love her. look i’m not saying she WOULD bc i’m sure it’s probably much scarier once ur actually up there but i feel like dee would also be the instigator with cliff diving and do some kind of trick like a flip idk if she really would but MAYBE

@howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen emma is the ultimate sweetie. always down to talk abt cute dogs or painting or disney channel movies or how jacob is superior to all. she’s just precious and kind but ready to THROW DOWN for u in one second. i literally have been laughing at the same joke for like two weeks but when i said two hurricanes looked like they were coming towards houston she said “good thing i have two fists” shdusdjdkd. emma is the type of friend who would remind u that if u really don't want to jump off the cliff, don’t feel peer pressured bc u don’t have to. but then if u built up the courage, she’d be the one to hold ur hand and jump with u. ok i’m retiring the cliff diving thing i’m sorry i really RAN with that.

@kaquiche man i love taryn. i feel like taryn’s meme usage is always perfect & also she would definitely save ur life. she does ARCHERY ok she would protect us all in the event of a zombie apocalypse. i’m literally fighting the urge to say FUNNY again but it’s not my fault if everyone makes me LAUGH here. taryn’s one of the first people i remember seeing interact w my posts 🥺 she been supporting me since DAY ONE baby. i just love her. she’ll hype u up. she’ll always make u CRY with her twilight video edits. seriously if u want that emo twilight content to make u FEEL SOMETHING... this is who to follow.

@bellas-dumptruck-ass i love elaine and she’s going to laugh at me again but i really think elaine is so smart!!! like a genius... my brain could not process the info that she’s literally studying like it’s no big deal. elaine is so sweet ugh i keep saying that but everyone is just really super kindhearted here ok!! her username KILLS me. like i think this is truly peak comedy. her brand... it’s everything to me. classic memes & great tags.

@phil-dwyer-stan-account addison is SO SO nice and understanding and sensitive. if nayana is in bella & edward’s cottage reading, addison is in there baking bread and cookies and brownies. she’s beautiful and sweet and silly and has the disney channel TEA you didn’t know you needed. she’s another person that will instantly befriend you. she’ll go out of her way to really let you know that she admires you & is excited to be ur friend. the actual definition of a sweetheart. is she the real life esme?? she might be

@volturialice g... i’m lowkey her biggest fan. name a post that didn’t go off...i’ll wait. like literally all of her memes will make u laugh. u know what?? g IS the twilight renaissance. her latest midnight sun posts have especially been making me die and if you’re new here, she’s probably like one of the first blogs u have to follow. every time i see her username in my notifications... my heart is FAT 💗 also she writes fanfics so if ur looking for twilight fanfiction, she has a bunch & also a rec!!

@leahclearwaterdefensesquad kate is so kind & one of my go to people for tag games, but kate is ALWAYS providing the leah content that we NEED. also the lesbian twilight ship moodboards and PLAYLISTS. i also really appreciate how kate & @vampireguarddogs are always some of the first blogs i see that boost a lot of important talking points related to the series on racism. bc if you’re going to be in this fandom, there’s a lot you need to make sure you’re educated on since this series is problematic. like we’re all here to be nostalgic and have fun but we can’t do that whilst ignoring relevant conversations. dee & kae also always have great takes in these discussions too!

@edytheelizabethcullen ok i’m going to try & wrap this up bc i’ve been going on forever and there’s a lot of blogs i really love & admire, but i’ll finish by saying that alex is an actual angel and so intelligent and charming and u will have great conversations about the series with her!!

#sorry for this LONG ASS POST but u asked #ask #anon #faves