#sometimes i look at men and say 'ew' but this is not one of those times

[zhongrin]

my job sucks sometimes but the people i work with are a gem. i feel like i'm in discord.

coworker 1: can't stay long in the meeting, gotta send my youngest to school

coworker 2: i thought YOU were the youngest

coworker 1: i'm young at heart

coworker 1: unfortunately i'm physically old and insomniac

coworker 1: (coworker 2) is off for this week. calendar said 'family engagement'

coworker 3: but. but i thought we were a family....

coworker 1: so are we going ahead with the meeting or postponing? asking for a friend.

coworker 1: oh that's a pity. just when (coworker 2) is awake.

coworker 3: ?? but it's 4pm for them?

coworker 1: exactly.

coworker 2: IT WAS JUST ONE TIME.

coworker 2: well. okay. several times. i guess.

coworker 2: sleep is essential i'm still young

#rin rambles #sometimes i look at men and say 'ew' but this is not one of those times #i had to wake up at 6 but i'm not even complaining lol #time to eep more i guess #nvm idt i can the husky across the house woke up #he's goodest boy tho he's forgiven

[gimmethatagustd]

definitely today, satan | knj

After having a strange dream about your hot neighbor, you realize it might be time to finally make your move. Dreams are a sign from the universe, right?

○ Pairing: DILF/Neighbor!Namjoon x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Neighbors to lovers, smut, crack

○ 11 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Neighbor)

○ Word Count: 1,076

○ Warnings: It's corny and horribly written and I don't know what the fuck came over me when I wrote any of these fics, cunnilingus (Namjoon eating it from behind while MC wears a skirt, god bless), nipple play, vaginal fingering, I have a really bad sense humor, reference to NSYNC fanfic

○ Notes: This fic was written for @mapleleaf000 for my "part 2 when?" follower milestone game. It's actually part 3 of what has turned into a mini-series about the "Demon DMV" LOL. The links for the other parts are below. For those of you who haven't read "Not Today, Satan," you don't have to read parts 1 and 2 to understand this fic, but I highly recommend it, or else this won't be as funny. Also, yes, there is NSYNC fic on AO3. In case you were curious. 💀

○ Post Date: March 12, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Dangerous - TEN

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Honestly, sometimes your ability to pull hot men shocks you. It doesn’t only happen at night when you’re weirdly dreaming about your hot, daddy-dom neighbor being Satan, tempting you with his sexy biceps and boobs. You’re actually here, in his apartment, sitting on said hot, daddy-dom neighbor’s thick thighs as he sucks on your throat and squeezes your tits. 

Namjoon is even hotter in real life than he was as Satan in your dreams, though you can’t help but think about your dream while he’s pulling off your shirt to trail kisses across your collarbones and reaching around you to unclasp your bra. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Namjoon moans against your chest as he drags his tongue across one of your nipples, flicking it repeatedly until it’s hard and soaked with his spit. His tongue isn’t pointy and forked like it had been in your dream, but that’s fine!

“Not as sexy as you,” you insist with your fingers threaded through his hair. 

Namjoon’s hair is short and bleached with highlights, and you think he’s probably the only person in the twenty-first century who can pull off bleached tips without looking like Lance from NSYNC. 

Is there any NSYNC fanfiction on AO3? If there is, it’s probably Lance/Justin. 

Not to kink-shame anyone, but ew. 

You’re pulled from your distracting thoughts by Namjoon grabbing your ass and helping you grind against the bulge in his pants. He’s still wearing his slacks, having just come home from work. You were supposed to go on a dinner date since his daughter is staying with her mother over the weekend. 

As a respectful father (hot), Namjoon has avoided mixing his dating life with his family life. It’s what’s best for now since the two of you are still getting to know each other. Only recently did your dreams of Purgatory and Hell push you to ask Namjoon out. It makes sense that he wants to take things slow with introducing you into his daughter’s life. 

You’re definitely not taking things slow in other areas of your dating life, though. 

“Is it weird if I say that I dreamt about this?” you ask when Namjoon hooks his arms around your thighs and carries you out of the living room. His strength is impressive, even if his bedroom isn’t far from where you’d been. 

“Not at all. I’ve dreamt about you, too.” 

Namjoon seems shy when he confesses, but you suppose it actually is kind of weird, and the two of you are probably just weird together. Which is nice. Sexy or not, you wouldn’t be able to vibe with Namjoon if he couldn’t keep up with your weirdness. 

“Oh, did you?” you purr as Namjoon reaches under your miniskirt to pull your thong down your legs. 

“Mhm,” he hums against your neck when he hovers over you, slotting himself between your legs so he can grind his thigh against your exposed pussy. 

One of the buttons on his white work shirt catches on your nipple. The rough drag makes your body shiver with goosebumps. When you try to unbutton his shirt, he grabs your hand and pins it to the bed above your head. 

“Keep it on,” Namjoon whispers in your ear. 

His breath is hot against your face, and his voice is deep and scratchy. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine something darker in his tone, something demonic. It’s so hot you feel your pussy throb and slick up even more. When Namjoon pulls away, there’s a dark spot on his pants from how wet you are. 

“Can I eat you out?” Namjoon’s request is more like a plea, a hopeful lilt to his voice when he speaks. He runs his palms up your thighs to push your miniskirt further up your waist to expose more of your body.

“You don’t even have to ask a question like that.” 

“From behind?” 

“Fuck, yeah, oh my god.” You throw your head back with a dramatic groan before rolling onto your stomach and transitioning to resting on your forearms and knees. “Please, I didn’t even get to the fucking in my dream about you, so I need this.” 

Squeezing your asscheeks, Namjoon pulls you apart and uses his leg to push your knees apart more to open you. 

“I definitely got to the fucking part in mine,” Namjoon says with a chuckle as he runs his thumb over your pussy, first gathering your arousal from where it leaks at your entrance and gliding it up to wet your clit even more. 

“What,” you swallow the drool you’re afraid might come out of you when Namjoon picks up the pace, “What was your dream like?” 

“I don’t know if I should tell you. It was weird.” 

He circles your clit, occasionally thumbing at it with gentle flicks at the tip that makes your legs shake. When you start kicking your foot and moaning louder, he finally brings his mouth down to where you throb for him. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan against Namjoon’s bed sheets. 

You’ve got your face pressed into the bed because you can’t keep your head up as he fucks his tongue in you while he rubs your clit with his slick fingers. He moans against your pussy when he switches positions so he’s fingering you while he laps at your clit. His movements are languid, which drives you even crazier than if he’d been fingerfucking you hard enough to make your ass jiggle.

“Good?” he murmurs with his lips slick and his fingers still massaging your walls.

“So good, god, your lips are so perfect, fuck,” you moan and push back against his face. “Tell me your dream. Was it like this?”

Namjoon kisses your clit before bringing his other hand to rub it while he still fingers you. Leaning back on his knees, Namjoon increases the speed of his movements as he admits, “You were the Devil, and I fucked you so good that you kept me as a pet.” 

“I WHAT?” 

You turn around to stare at Namjoon with wide eyes and an inability to say anything more as your orgasm rips a whiny moan out of you, legs shaking and threatening to collapse. Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist and keeps rubbing your clit until you wiggle away from him when you grow too sensitive. 

Namjoon wipes his messy fingers on your thigh and shrugs. 

“I told you it was a weird dream.”

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Her Girl (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Sometimes you have to calm Melissa down, and sometimes you get more than you bargained for when you do.

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: anger, gross men, mentioned violence

“And so all I had to say to him was glitter was for special occasions. To which he told me anything could be a special occasion which really made me reevaluate some things,” you said to the camera crew, brushing some of the green glitter off your hands, “an ordinary day could be a special occasion and maybe we should celebrate-”

A teacher rushed past you, throwing a scared glance back over their shoulder. You watched them go before you began to hear the shouting that was coming from down the hall. One voice, in particular, was very familiar.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” you said to the camera crew, before following the sounds of conflict.

Bursting into the staff room you found most of the teachers pushed to the outer edges, looking inwards at the centre of the room. Melissa had the neck of a poor teacher’s shirt clutched in her fist, the other brandishing a plastic knife close enough to his eye to cause concern. The murder in her own eyes was also a concern. He was trying to cower away from her but her grip was strong and her anger unstoppable.

“What’s going on?” you whispered to Janine.

“I think he said something she didn’t like,” she whispered back, “she keeps calling him a pig.”

“Are you going to intervene?” Gregory asked, leaning over to you.

At some point in the last three years you’d been teaching at Abbott you’d become the designated person to calm Melissa down. It had started with small things like noticing when the vein beginning to throb in her temple or the way her gaze turned sharp when Janine began to talk. You would usher from the room or distract her until that anger was forgotten. Now, whenever it looked like she was going to kill someone, you were sought out to stop it on school property.

And no one knew why you were the only one that could calm her down. Yourself included.

“You’re pathetic,” Melissa shouted, “you can’t say shit like that. Not about her.”

“I suppose I have to, don’t I?” you sighed.

You stepped into the no man’s land left from the teachers trying to keep out of the way of Melissa’s rage while still watching the fight. There was a sharp intake of breath from behind. You ignored it, pausing at your friend’s shoulder.

“Hey Mel,” you said, keeping your voice light, letting her know you were there without sneaking up on her, “what’s going on?”

“This piece of shit has been running his mouth,” she replied, the knife coming dangerously close to his eye.

“And you’re planning on stabbing him in the eye?” you asked.

“I’m planning on teaching him he can’t say shit like that,” she said.

You eased your way around her until you were able to see her face. You reached up, curling your fingers around her wrist, the one holding the knife, holding it in case a sudden move took his eye out. His gaze flicked down to you then back to the knife, turning cross eyed as he tried to keep it in sight.

“I’m not sure this is the best way of doing that,” you said to her.

She looked to you, those green eyes flashing with an anger that was far beyond what you were used to. If anyone but Melissa had looked at you like that you would have flinched back, but you knew Melissa. You trusted Melissa. She would never hurt you.

“Tell her what you said,” she demanded of the man.

You looked to him, still held in a death grip. He whimpered at the knife wavering in front of his face.

“I was just voicing my admiration for you-“

“Don’t you dare lie right to my face,” Melissa growled before looking back to you, “he said that he’s fantasised about bending you over your desk and that your mouth looks perfect for blowjobs.”

“Ew,” you said looking back at him, sweeping your eyes over his trembling body, “gross.”

“And so I have to take his tongue so he never says it again” she said.

He whimpered again. You sighed, leaning towards Melissa, lowering your voice.

“There are witnesses. Ava is filming. Think this through, Mel. There’s enough evidence for them to take you down if you do anything right now.”

She huffed, eyes finding your face. She allowed her hand to be lowered by the hold you still had on her wrist. You were soft as you plucked the knife out of her hand. She shoved the man back before releasing him, watching him trip over his own feet to sprawl on the ground. You didn’t even bother sparing him a glance before stepping in front of Melissa properly.

“Come on,” you said, keeping your voice low enough that she was the only one who’d hear, “he’s not worth criminal charges.”

The growl low in her throat shouldn’t have done something to you but an angry Melissa had an appeal that was hard to understand. She was staring at you, clearly thinking it over. Your thumb brushed against her pulse point, feeling it beating hard under your touch. She jerked out of your hold.

“Fine,” she ground out.

“Now let’s leave that creep to…” You glanced over your shoulder at him, nose wrinkling at the spreading wet patch, “find new trousers.”

She strode out of the room, other teachers scattering to give her a clear walkway. You followed in her wake, ignoring the whispers that sprung up behind you. Half running, you trailed her into her classroom, watching her hands clenching into fists.

“Mel…”

“Don’t.” She spun on you, “he was outta line.”

“Sure, but he’s hardly the first guy who’s said something gross about me and he’s not going to be last. At least he didn’t come up to me and say it to my face expecting me to jump into bed with him like it’s some kind of compliment,” you said, “c’mon Mel, you know what guys are like.”

“He has no right to say that stuff about you,” she growled.

A slow smile began to stretch over your face. Her scowl deepened.

“Were you defending my honour?” you asked.

She mumbled something under her breath.

“Melissa Schemmenti, you were totally defending my honour,” you laughed.

“He doesn’t get to talk about you like that,” she said.

“Mel, it’s fine,” you reassured.

“No it’s not,” she snapped.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Because you’re my girl.”

Her outburst wasn’t expected by either of you. She blinked, taking a step back as your mouth fell open, watching her. Your heart thudded against your ribs and for the first time with her uncertainty filled your veins.

“What?” Your voice came out in a whisper.

She sighed, looking less than pleased at the situation she’d found herself in.

“Look, everyone here knows your my girl. They know not to talk about you like that,” she said.

“Okay can we cycle back to the bit about me being your girl,” you said, “what?”

She rolled her eyes before both of her hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you in. Lips pressed together, stealing your breath, making your skin tingle with electricity. Your hands found a home on her hips, pulling her closer as she nipped at your bottom lip. Her fingers slid into your hair as she drew back.

“Sweetheart, you’re the only one who didn’t know you were my girl,” she said, “why do you think I let you talk me out of most of my revenge plans? It’s not because I don’t wanna do them.”

“Have I been your girlfriend this entire time without knowing it?” you asked.

“Course not, hon,” she said, “but you will be.”

“I’m so confused,” you said, “can we got back to the bit where you kiss me again?”

She chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. The anger had been replaced with something softer, the kind of look that you were more used to seeing directed your way from her. You melted under her touch.

“Look, I had a plan that involved inviting you over and cooking. That human skid mark ruined it but he should have known better. I’m the only one who gets to think those things about you,” she said.

“You think those things about me?” you asked.

Her eyes darted to the side.

“Sometimes.”

“What sort of things do you think?” you asked, tugging on her hips until she was flush against you.

“I might have thought about pinning you to my kitchen counter and eating something…” Her gaze swept down your body, making heat bloom within you, “sweet.”

“You better be planning on following through with those thoughts,” you murmured, “otherwise I’ll be very disappointed.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered, lips pulling up into a smile.

“Then I guess I am your girl.”

You kissed her, deep and longing. Her tongue swept in, sending your thoughts spiralling until there was nothing but her. She seemed to delight in the way you moaned into her mouth, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Alright,” she mumbled against your lips, “tonight. My place. Now get outta here before I do something stupid like bending you over my desk.”

“Now who’s outta line,” you laughed.

She swatted at your ass as you walked out of her classroom. You threw a smile over your shoulder at her, only to find a soft smile already on hers. Your heart fluttered at the sight, your dreams seeming to have come true on a random Thursday.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti imagine

[aclowntiny]

Hihi

I’ve been thinking of requesting something for a while and saw ur recent post which reminded me to. Congrats on 400! ☺️

I’d like to request a meeting pirate!Ateez reaction, or if you’re not vibing with that Ateez sharing clothes with their s/o (either s/o wearing their clothes or them wearing their s/o’s clothes, I think both are cute!)

Thanks so much for your work and no pressure at all! Your stuff always makes me happy when it comes up on my timeline 🫶🫶

Thank you so much sweetie! Yes, I’m so glad you requested ☺️ that makes me so happy to hear you don’t even know 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕 I love this idea so without further ado…

(I’m sorry for how delayed this was! The other one will just be on a separate imagine hehe 🏴‍☠️)

Ateez Sharing Clothes With Their S/O

Hongjoong

♡ Oh you know this man will lend you anything out of his closet you need to complete your look 👀 If you’re down for it, Hongjoong would enjoy being the one to dress you just to admire how amazing you look and hope you see it too! Every time he dresses you he tries to balance things he wants to see you in, your own style/tastes, and of course including at least one piece of his!

♡ Seeing you in his jacket? Heaven. You are not accepting any jackets from any other men, only his 😤 but don’t worry he’ll smile so big and give you heart eyes the whole time he drapes it over you, handing the other member’s jacket back.

♡ The more pieces he lends you, the more you appear outwardly his, and that makes his heart go crazy. He’ll get extra affectionate and protective, wrapping an arm around you and placing kisses on your cheek. “That looks better on you than on me,” he’ll tell you with a cheeky grin, sliding his arm around your waist.

♡ Slides a ring off his hand and onto yours 💗

♡ But also highkey if he likes a piece of your jewelry he may ask to borrow it!!! What, it would go perfectly with these shoes!

Seonghwa

♡ Some of Seonghwa’s clothes just become yours because he gives you his sweater when you’re cold and then lets you keep it 🥺

♡ Sweaters are his favorite because you look so cute and cozy in them! Especially if the sleeves are long on you and you do sweater paws, that’s just the cutest thing in the world to him! He’ll sometimes hold your hands through the sweater paws so you both get warm hands~

♡ Goofball steals a pair of your fuzzy socks one day because he likes them and you tease him that ew, don’t take those, now they’re ruined, but in reality the pattern just suits him more and he looks so cute in your fluffy little garments that you have to give him a kiss~

♡ You two basically trade pieces of jewelry, like he gets one of your favorite rings and you get one of his- it's yours and Seonghwa's version of swapping sim card trays!

♡ If you put on one of his shirts without him knowing, he'll come up behind you, arms snaking around you, and start teasing you. "Well, this is a nice shirt- where did you find this, hm?"

Yunho

♡ You didn’t know there was an upgrade to being given your boyfriend’s jacket but here we are: being given your boyfriend’s suit jacket.

♡ Yunho and you were attending a formal event and, well, he had a suit jacket and you didn’t, so when you got cold, he was draping you with designer formalwear of all things. You couldn’t help reaching up to feel the shoulders, smiling shyly. “You look great, maybe you should keep it.” Yunho winks, then laughs in spite of himself.

♡ You prefer his jackets, he prefers your scarves. What, they smell like you and are way softer than his big ol thick one?

♡ Sometimes you, instead of looking through a mess of clothing or just because you need a shirt, you grab one of Yunho’s button-ups and throw it on.

♡ Yunho.exe has stopped working. His hands will be on you faster than you can say Timbuktu 👀

Yeosang

♡ You got this huge fluffy wonderful robe drapey fleece cloud of a garment for bedtime when it was cold, and little did you know your boyfriend was going to fall in love with it.

♡ He asked to try it on, and the moment it covered him he pulled it tight, falling backwards onto the bed in bliss. Sure, you’d bought it for yourself, but Yeosang looked so cute, how could you say no?

♡ Compromise achieved: Yeosang wears the open-faced fleece wonder, you just lay on his chest and get wrapped up in it too 🩷

♡ You jokingly stole one of his sweaters as ‘revenge’, pulling it on to see how he reacted, if he fought you on it.

♡ Spoiler alert: he did not, only burst into a shy, loving smile and pull you into his side for a hug, telling you you’re so cute 🥺 you should’ve known with how much it takes to make him mad!

San

♡ Does that corny thing where he wraps both of you in one long scarf. You can hardly walk but it’s ok because San is so cute as he nuzzles into you from above the soft knit 💔

♡ You also wear his gloves a lot because you forget them so San throws an extra pair in his pockets just for you! His gloves are way softer than yours anyway.

♡ One day, you throw on one of his infamous muscle shirts and flex, both of you laughing but also…San’s lowkey blushing at the sight of you like that 🤭

♡ All of a sudden he’s stammering out ‘u-uh if you want that you can keep it. I mean it just looks really, really good and…’

♡ Since you liked his winter coat last season, he starts shopping for another in your favorite color and material so you can steal it. Smiles with such joy and pride as he drapes the garment over you, helping you into the sleeves, and you gush over how cozy it feels and how much you love it. Mission success.

Mingi

♡ You needed a shirt one day after swimming, so Mingi gave you an extra t-shirt. Joke was on him, though- you just wanted a Mingi shirt 😈

♡ The next time you guys hang out, you’re wearing it and his jaw drops at the way it fits your body, having not really seen it beneath the night sky and your towel the first time.

♡ Arms go right around your middle immediately, you are trapped in Mingi’s embrace don’t try to get out it’s impossible 😤 well ok it’s possible but then he’ll be sad 🥺

♡ Starts lifting it up slightly as if he thinks something different from usual is going to be under there lmao. Smiles so wide, loving, cheeky, and blissful all in one almost no matter how you react to that.

♡ You start surprising him by stealing his clothes and wearing them since you got such a good reaction the first time! Most of the time he just lets you keep them as long as he can get his hands on you~

Wooyoung

♡ Bro he steals your clothes

♡ Loves the way they smell! If you can’t see each other for any extended amount of time beyond, like, a few days or a week he wants something of yours to have with him because your scent helps him fall asleep. Also guilty of cuddling your clothes and pretending you’re there 😅

♡ He loves putting his clothes on you, especially tighter stuff from on-stage, and then telling you how hot you look in them! Buys you similar things to keep afterward even if you just wear them for him 👀

♡ Lives for corny couple outfits, so expect him to buy two of things so you can both wear it or give you something of his so that he can dress to complement! You'll probably have to stop him from straight-up just buying those corny shirts that say 'yours' and 'mine' or 'I'm his! I'm hers!' type of stuff because Wooyoung that's silly!!!

♡ You give him one of your favorite bracelets he's mentioned liking before to wear so he has a piece of you and Wooyoung just melts. Never takes that thing off unless he's showering or something. No other bracelets exist in Jung Wooyoung's eyes.

Jongho

♡ You guys are engaged in a jesting war over jacket custody

♡ He gave it to you one cold evening and you loved it so much, you joked about never wanting to give it back and he protested, laughing as you pouted, and you dug in your heels until you two were laughing like dorks over nothing. Now you two alternate wearing it a lot, but Jongho remains insistent that it’s his, you just take care of it.

♡ He steals and tries on a hat of yours one day, and as much as you laugh you think it suits him pretty well; suddenly the hat gets joint custody too.

♡ It may sound odd, but he gives you an old necklace of his he doesn't wear much anymore because he likes more traditional gifts like jewelry and then you'll have a memento of him! You're like sorry this is way less sentimental I got you a new watch lmao but don't worry, he needed one and he loves it 😊

♡ The one day you grab one of his shirts, though, something snaps in him and he can’t stop staring. You ask him what, starting to apologize for taking it, but he just shakes his head and holds up a halting hand. “No, don’t be sorry. I really like seeing you this way,” he says, eyes sweeping before meeting yours again.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #matzbear #requested

[louisandjade]

spuffy fic rec

figured all the time i spend scouring EF and ao3 might be useful to someone!

part 2

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Spike doesn’t take the extra hundred bucks to be the decoy. Ethan doesn’t hang around to gloat. With the Initiative on their tail (just a little one), and Ethan needing a good being killed, Spike and Fyarl-Giles get out of town. There’s nothing like a road trip to put your demons in perspective.

Care by Sigyn [72k]

While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer.

The Soul Lies Down by the_moonmoth [73k]

"As a child, I used to dream of a man in black and white, spinning in the desert like a dervish, sword flashing in the moonlight as he danced with death." Dawn travels back in time to save the vampire who saved her life. It's not purely out of sentiment, though -- the fate of the world is at stake (again) and somehow Spike is at the center of events. If only he can stay on the right side of Buffy. A sequel to Angearia's "Fin Amour".

Summer’s Lease by Iamblichus [86k]

Buffy thought it would be just another night of slaying lame-ass campus vampires, but one green demon, some unexpected help from Spike, and a spurt of fluorescent blood later, she finds that her world has acquired a novel complication.

Indigo Overture by Rikki_oko [119k]

Spike's just a drummer, content to live in lead singer Angel's shadow. But when a certain blonde strolls in on Angel's arm, will Spike be content to take the backseat forever? Loosely based on the eighties song, Jesse's Girl.

#there’s a bit of everything in there #obviously catered to my taste but hopefully some people agree! #i’m gonna try and include more lesser known writers in the next one #spuffy #spike x buffy #buffy x spike #spuffy fic #spuffy fic rec #spuffy fic recs #spuffy ficrec #spuffy ficrecs #mine

[claudemblems]

Can I Kiss You? | Riddle + Deuce Headcanons

Summary: In which you ask your boyfriend for permission to kiss him in public.

Notes: I'm in my Twisted Wonderland era owo I love these fictional men so much I can't wait until I get through the other dorms asjdsdksjkad

♥︎ Riddle Rosehearts

Spits out his tea.

"H-Here? Now? We're in the middle of an Unbirthday Party!" "Does it matter?" "Yes! We're surrounded by other students!" "So?"

Clears his throat and gracefully shields his face with his hand to try to hide his blush.

"This really isn't an appropriate time..."

But the moment he sees your face fall in disappointment he shoots up from his chair and takes your hand in his, suddenly ready to put his lips on yours.

"Please, kiss me! If this one gesture will make you happy...then I will oblige without hesitation."

His face is still beet red, but Riddle endures his terrible bashfulness just for you. He'd do anything for you. In the whole scheme of things, a kiss really isn't asking for that much at all.

"You don't have to, Riddle..." "Please, allow me to do this. I don't want to see you sad. I wish to look upon your smile. And if I kiss you...I might be able to taste the last of the strawberry tart."

Now it's your turn to blush profusely.

"W-What kind of kiss are you going to give me exactly?" "Whatever kind will satisfy you."

Riddle slowly tilts your chin up towards him, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip.

"Whatever kind will let me be able to taste both the tart and you."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

♥︎ Deuce Spade

Chokes on his tea.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. Can you say it again?" "Can you kiss me?" Deuce.exe has stopped working.

He's internally screaming because 1) yeah he's kissed you before but not with so many people's eyes on him!! and 2) you're so cute he's going to die.

No matter how embarrassed he is he will not tell you no. Not when you have such a sweet look on your face that makes his heart soar to the moon and back.

Once he finally calms down a bit, he gives you a nod of approval before slowly leaning in and kissing you tenderly.

And now that he's kissing you he honestly couldn't care who wants to watch. Let them. This is a good reminder of who you belong to in case any of those shameless freshman get any ideas.

He's just a little possessive of you okay the delinquent side shows itself sometimes (it's kinda hot tho).

Then he hears Ace mutter an "ew" and Deuce goes feral.

He's on top of the table, wringing his hands and glaring into Ace's very soul.

"The hell did you say? Say it louder for everyone to hear. They should be a part of this, too. Let them remember you're saying "ew" over me kissing my girlfriend when you don't even have one, right? But who's surprised? With the way you act, it's no wonder you can't get women to even breathe in your direction."

Ace nearly starts crying.

Later that day you and your boyfriend formally apologize to Riddle and Ace for the commotion you caused. The punishment? You and Deuce are both banned from Unbirthday Parties for the rest of the week. Just be lucky it wasn't an "Off with your heads!"

#I actually cracked up writing Deuce's #dont mess with his gf or he gets mean #twst #twst x reader #riddle x reader #deuce x reader

[kanmom51]

JK ain’t gay expose

*Disclaimer:  If you don’t have a sense of humour don’t bother reading this post.

Part 2 of part 3 of our JK ain’t gay expose.

In which we’ll disclose super secret transcripts of secret recordings that don’t exist that have come our way from our super secret agent who’s true identity we canine (typo intended) divulge at this point in time (wham BAM thank you mam).  

Just a random pic.  Nothing to do with our secret agent.  Not at all.  Ignore it. 

IGNORE IT.

The recordings were made sometime before JM’s birthday, early October 2022, exact date unknown to us, as we are still experiencing difficulties with our translator from and to doggie (god, get your minds out of the gutter - doggie language not style).

These recordings we don’t have, god, they are damning.

A conversation that never ever happened between our manliest macho macho man JK and his buddy and protector of his secret relationship with his long term girlfriend, now turned fiancé and mother of his future child (you know - the one from the restaurant).

This transcript which is not at all a figment of my imagination (or is it?) will finally prove to what lengths these two would go to hide JK’s gf from us, their most trustworthy fandom, those who love them oh so much, those who know them the most in the world, those who listen to what they say.  My god, the violation of our trust in them.

I tell you, after reading this transcript I AM SHOOK.

Here we go people, get ready to have your minds blown:

JK:  Jyaman, my man, how did your recording go today?

JM:  Yeah, not too bad.  Been working round the clock.  

JK:   So, dude, you know I don’t do small talk, I’ll get right to it.  I need a HUGE favour from you Jyaman, my Jyaman, my mate, my everything, but you know, ew, not EVERYTHING.

JM:  What is it Jungkookie?  What do you need me to do?  You know I’ll always be there for you.  You are my everything too, well not EVERYTHING, you know not EVERYTHING, although you do remember that time with the purple ribbon...ahm, yeah...

JK: (Throat clearing) Things with yyyy are getting serious, but you already know that, right?  You literally helped me choose the engagement ring together, dah.  Anyways, ma man, things are getting tricky for me.  Too many people are saying you and I are not a thing anymore.  

You know, our fanservice thing we used to do to protect Tae and my loving relationship.  

Wait, no, I’m getting muddled up, I’ve been reading too much TKK content.  Man, those fanfics are something else.  Actually, you don’t even need to go to the fanfics, read the posts they are a whole fanfic of their own. Got me believing them too, shit.  

JM:  My macho macho man JK, well, not MINE per say, but someone’s...

I digress...how could you even JK?  We were doing it to protect our girlfriends, man.  Maybe you should take a break from SM, eh?   

JK:  Bro, good idea.  I think I need to delete my whole IG account.  Wait, I’ve already done that.  

JM:  Babe, oops, I mean manly man JK, don’t worry about it.  What was it you wanted from me?

JK:  I’m planning a trip to Jeju and going to propose to yyyy.  But you know how we don’t have any kind of privacy now days.  I’m worried we’ll be seen and everyone will find out we’re together.  

You know the lengths we went to with the hickey, right?  We can’t let this fall apart now!!!

JM: Look man, I helped you with the hickey, just like you helped me during RB.  God forbid someone would have seen that lipstick mark on my ear.  That was such a good catch dude.  I have to thank you again for sucking it off my ear.  Phew.  

JK: So, my close but not too close friend, I need your help once again.  A pre-emptive strike this time, if you wish.

JM:  Whatever you need you sexy but clearly heterosexual man of all men...(gulp clearly heard).

JK:  So, I was thinking... your birthday is coming up followed by our Busan concert. And I want to get the tongues wagging again, about us, you know, like maybe we’re doing IT?  

Better they think I’m queer than in a relationship with a woman, right?

JM:  Yeah, for sure.  

JK:  Three steps to my plan:  I’m going to post for your birthday this year.  Yeah.  And I’m going to make it all sexy and stuff, get them all riled up, the fans, you know, but it’s for you...

JM:  A-ha, ok.  So step one thirst trap.  Got it.  Yeah, that’s ok, xxxx won’t mind, she’s already used to it...

JK: Great.  We’re so lucky we have such understanding girlfriends.  Although yyyy did tell me she once sent and ask to Reddit about us.  Seems she was a little unsure about what was going on between us.  Lol, as if... (clearing throat again).

JM:  A-ha.  Yes yes.  Right.

JK:  Next step will be in the live after the concert.  I’ll make a comment about a fan asking me to marry them, and you’ll act all jealous and stuff.  

JM:  Yeah, whatever.  Probably won’t take much acting on my part, wait what? Did I say that out loud?

JK: Ahm...yeah?

...and maybe something else, I haven’t decided yet, I’ll surprise you during the live, but something to get their tongues wagging about us.  I have to protect my heterosexual relationship you know.  

What would people say if they found out I have a girlfriend.  Better they think we’re a couple, right?

JM:  Oh JK, my most masculine of masculine men that I know and want.

Did I just say that out loud again?  Fuck.  Anyways bro, yeah, no probs. We need to protect you.  Poor Tae.  If only we would have helped him before those photos leaked...  

JK:  Yeah, a couple of selfies with him would have overshadowed those pics in a second.  

Oh the shame he has to live with now.  

People knowing he’s with one of the prettiest gals in our industry.  He’s absolutely devastated by it.  

JM:  Ma man, Ma JK, I gotta go now, but no worries, I’ll ride your plan, and anything else you want me to..(giggling heard)

...your bike...god, get out of that dirty mind of yours.  

Anyways, I guess I’ll see you in Busan, yeah?  As we are now not really on speaking terms anymore and are clearly distant.  

SM says it, so it must be true...

JK:  True that.  

So here’s to not seeing you like ever again, unless we need to work together, ugh.  

Have to listen to our fans, they know best.

JM:  Bye Bammie, guess I won’t be seeing you, like ever again... 

Wait, I’m not seeing you now either, cause fans say I’m never at JK’s, so...is this in my imagination?

Narrator:  probably.  It’s definitely in mine.

And there you have it people.

Cut and dry evidence.

Court is out.

Clearly you now KNOW that JK WAS  on Jeju with yyyy, his gf and by now fiancé (our non existent secret agent has notified us that yyyy, the bitch, accepted, fuck her).

#continuing with being sick of this shit already #every second day we have a new story about JK seen with a woman #He can't even look in a woman's direction #talk to a woman #sit in the vicinity of a woman #let alone touch one #and not be claimed to be having it on with her #once again facts are twisted into narratives that have nothing to do with the actual truth #and who cares #right? #as long as all roads #as twisted as they are #lead to a straight JK

[dear-departed]

sorry for the two asks in a row, read your post on breakdowns with the brothers, wondered if you could do breakdowns with the side characters? tysm, love your writing!! <3333

Hello, of course! I had fun writing this, sorry it came so late, I had trouble thinking of something for Solomon

Also I hope you don't mind, but I wasn't comfy with including Luke, please, enjoy :)

Reader is gender neutral

Warnings: angst, brief thoughts of s/h, lots of crying, swearing, MC pulls their hair

Word count: 5.8k

Diavolo ♥

• Diavolo’s a tricky case, there are some days when he has a few quiet moments to himself that he just lets it all out, and sometimes he’ll just ignore his negative emotions until it gets too bad. He’s seen Lucifer have his emotional drunk moments, but given that they’re usually drunk together, he doesn’t know how to handle other people.

• It was just a regular “meeting” or really just hanging out at the Demon Lord’s castle. Over the past few weeks, things were just building up, but today felt especially bad. You were in one of the castle’s many rooms with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo.

• “So, how are those brothers treating you?” Diavolo smiled, sipping on a cup of piping hot tea in front of him, admittedly with a metric fuck-ton of sugar.

• “Same as always...” Lucifer rubbed his temple, “but MC’s always a big help with them.”

• “I’m glad.”

• Slowly, their words started to make less and less sense as you absentmindedly stared at the floor, their conversation turning into a mess of static in your mind.

• The room was cool to the point of getting goosebumps, yet small beads of sweat gathered near your hairline.

• “Isn’t that right, MC?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Lucifer saying your name. You directed your gaze back up to the three men, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?”

• “I asked if I was right.” He looked into your eyes, his gaze making you squirm in your seat. On normal days, this would’ve been fine, but everything felt too uncomfortable and awful and just... ew.

• “I-I’m sorry, I meant the thing before that.” The skin on your cheeks felt like they were on fire, your voice cracking slightly as your mouth became devoid of any moisture.

• “Oh, yes. I said you were working hard on your studies.”

• “Oh-” you cleared your throat, hastily taking a sip of your tea in hopes to wet your tongue enough to comfortably speak, and maybe to wash down the lump in your throat. “Yes, I have been working hard.”

• You stood up “If you don’t mind, could you give me directions to the restroom?”

• “Would you like Barbatos to lead you?” Lord Diavolo tilted his head, his crimson hair shining beneath the slightly yellowed lighting of the large room.

• “No, thank you.”

• “Understood.” Barbatos pointed out the door. “Out that door, to the right, 4th door on the left.” He instructed.

• “Thank you.” You were quick to skitter off, mumbling the directions he gave to you over and over until you found the bathroom.

• You quickly shut the door, taking a double take over the bathroom that never ceased to surprise you. The mirror alone was probably worth more than a collage tuition, with an intricately carved mahogany frame, a few of the details popping out because of the gold leaf speckling different areas.

• You slid down against the wall, taking a few rough gulps of air as you tried to steady yourself. The clothes on your back felt like they stuck to your body too much, you were far too aware of your tongue, how it didn’t feel like it was resting in the right place.

• The tears began to pour, choked sobs coming from your cinched throat as you hung your head. You let out a brief cough as you choked on your tears, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

• You failed to notice the footsteps coming from down the hall over your own whimpers and squeaky breaths.

• Until the doorknob turned.

• You staggered for the door, your knees smacking against the cold tile as your fingertips brushed against the lock on the door. You were too slow, Lord Diavolo opened the door, humming a soft tune.

• “Oh, my goodness! MC I’m so sorry I forgot you were in h...” He looked down at you, at how disheveled you looked, little whisps of hair sticking to the tears coating your face, your chest heaving with uneven breaths.

• “What happened?! Are you okay?!” he dropped to his knees beside you, his brows knitting together with concern. “Do you want me to get Barbatos? I’ll get Barbatos-”

• “Wait!” You croaked out, reaching for his arm, “please... I’m not- I don’t- I’m... I don’t want anyone else to see me like this, please, Lord Diavolo...”

• He was hesitant to touch you at first. “What do you want me to do?” His hand hovered over yours for a moment before landing on the back of your hair that was firmly planted on his arm.

• “I don’t know.” You sobbed, sucking in a breath. “I don’t know anything; I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

• He moved closer to your trembling form, enveloping you in a hug, which might’ve pressed you up against his man tiddies, but it’s not like that hurt anything.

• “Is it the Devildom? Would you like to go home?” He asked, his heart twinging with a distant sadness.

• “N-no... I just get like this sometimes. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You said, your voice nothing but a rough whisper against his clothes.

• “Come, I’ll tell Barbatos and Lucifer not to disturb us.” He scooped one of his arms on the backs of your knees, using his other to coax one of your arms over his shoulder, cool to the touch against your feverish skin.

• You tried to compose yourself as he lifted you off the ground with ease, looking down at you, deep in thought. “Would you like to sit out in the garden with me? Perhaps to get some fresh air? Or you may rest on my bed, if you prefer to bundle up and take a nap or something of the sort.

• The two of you both decide to go to the garden together. He set you down on a beautifully crafted granite bench, drawing his D.D.D from his pocket. “As I said, I will inform all of the staff, along with Lucifer and Barbatos, to leave us be. Does that sound alright with you?”

• You shook out your sweaty hands, trying to cool your face in the same stroke. The outside air was certainly cooler than inside, with the moon and stars casting a gentle silverish-blue light upon Diavolo’s bright red hair. “Yes.. Thank you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me like that and it’s nothing wrong with the Devildom, I love it here; it’s just that sometimes everything just feels like too much and some people say I overreact because it seems like whenever I have a breakdown it’s over the small stuff. B-but it’s not because of small stuff, it’s just the small stuff keeps building up until a little thing sends me into a frenzy and-” Your lungs begged for air as you spoke, until you had no more to give.

• Diavolo waited for a few seconds, waiting for anything else you had to say. “I understand. Well, I can’t say I understand you completely, people are very different from one another, but I can say I see where you’re coming from. And if you were to ask me, MC.” He took your shaking hands in one of his, “I, personally, don’t think you overreact at all. You’ve been so calm and accommodating to everything here in the Devildom, a feat which not many humans can achieve. I don’t think you fully understand how big of a deal that is.”

• He plucked a rose from a nearby bush, the underside of the blooming petals crafted from shadow, and the center of the flower was filled with bright neon colors that glowed in the eternal night of the devildom.

• “And because of that, MC, I’m proud of what you’ve become.” He stripped the thorns from the rose with the nail on his thumb, gently tucking the stem behind your ear.

Barbatos ♥

• This bitch is a robot.

• Barbatos does not have breakdowns.

• And if he did? You wouldn’t be able to tell.

• He doesn’t know how to take a goddamn break. If he feels stressed, he gets restless, and if he gets restless, he works.

• And if there’s nothing to do, because he again, never takes a break and already has everything done? He bakes.

• He is predictable in a sense that he’s good at everything, and he’s so consistant that you could mistake him for a machine

• He is terrifying, he is the most subtle and beautiful chaos you’ve ever seen.

• He is Barbatos.

• And that’s how you came to this moment.

• Another sleepover that Lord Diavolo had invited you, and all of the brothers to.

• You love the brothers, you really do. They’re good company, and they’re entertaining. But holy fuck are they clingy, and loud, and do they always have to be at war with one another?

• Belphie was laying his head on your thighs, Asmo practically draping himself over the lower half of your legs like some sort of cat. Satan was laying his head on your stomach, his legs kicked up over each other as he read a book.

• How he could read, much less see, with how dark the room was? You had no idea. Demon fuckery, probably.

• Leviathan didn’t touch you with any of his regular limbs, rather, he was in his demon form, with the tip of his tail wrapped around your ankle as he laid a little bit away from you, playing a video game on his phone.

• Beel, thankfully, was just holding your hair while he laid on the floor, his large hand resting heavily against yours.

• And then... and then there was Mammon. He was clinging to your arm; you were sure he’d wrap his legs around your waist and stick there the entire night if Satan wasn’t in the way.

• There was no Lucifer to save you, either, he was in another room, separated from both you and the brothers, which was totally unfair.

• And Diavolo, obviously, was in his own room.

• You began to wriggle in their grasp, “hey, I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back, if I’m not back soon then just go to bed without me.”

• Mammon let out a quiet whine, rubbing his face against your shoulder, obviously half asleep.

• Satan sat up, swift to smack him on the back of the head with his book. “Get up.”

• Mammon quickly unstuck himself from you, rubbing the back of his head, rolling over and curling up once more.

• Everyone else evacuated off you, leaving you to stand up and quickly scramble off. The urge to get away was strong, yet the feelings weren’t there, at least not yet. Your head felt empty; devoid of all coherent thought, as silent as the cold halls of the castle, all of the lights off.

• Numb

• You wandered until you stepped into what must’ve been the main kitchen. It had to be some sort of commercial kitchen, not the type you would see in a house, but rather a work place. The tile was cool beneath your feet, your eyes slowly adjusting to the unforgiving dark.

• Everything was stainless steel aside from the dishes you could see, all different shades of red, with edges of night and gold.

• Were this the house of lamentation, you might have sat on the counter, but given that you were a guest, you opted on seating yourself on the floor.

• You stared at the grout beneath the tiles, the edges of your vision mushing together the longer your gaze stayed still, the edges of cupboards swirling with the air around you.

• It felt like hours before your eyes begin to sting from being open so long, making your eyes water. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks, slipping onto your shirt and dampening the fabric, all while you couldn’t be bothered to care, or rather, you wanted to ignore it. Pretend you were just tired, or you weren’t really sad.

• Were you sad, though? It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how you felt. Sad, angry, anxious? Just upset.

• Without taking your eyes off that spot, you slowly hugged your knees to your chest, your face contorting; lips quivering, and nose scrunching up slightly.

• Before you knew it, you were nothing but a puddle of quiet sobs, shaking like a leaf and sniffling. Your tears dripped down onto the corners of your mouth, covering your lips with salt.

• “I had a feeling somebody was in here.” You heard from behind you.

• Your throat grew tight, your heart pounding in your chest.

• Barbatos.

• Half of you wanted to turn around, but the other half wanted to pretend that it was just your mind playing tricks on you, that you didn’t actually hear somebody, but deep down, you knew you’d been caught.

• Slowly, you turned, aggressively swiping at your face to get rid of the tears. There he was, towering over you, inspecting a white tea cup, decorated with cold leaf. He wiped away a smudge with a towel in hand. He turned his gaze down to you, setting the tea cup aside. “What has upset you, MC?”

• You were hesitant to answer him, after all, he was the least emotional person here, it felt weird to mention this to him.

• “I just... I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong.” You hiccupped, avoiding his sharp gaze. You made sure to keep his short and sweet, not wanting to hold up any of his time.

• Was he... still in his work clothes?

• Does he even own pajamas?

• “Ah, I understand. You feel as though you’re generally just upset, though you feel like you don’t deserve to feel upset because nothing necessarily happened that’s been out of the ordinary? Is that the case?”

• You opened your mouth to explain further, but... “yes, that’s... spot on, actually.”

• “Come, take my hand.” He held out one of his gloved hands, waiting for you to grab onto it.

• After a moment of consideration, you did so, allowing the demonic butler to pull you up off the floor, gently steadying you.

• With a snap of his fingers, a chair appeared, shrouded in a soft green glow as it warped into the room. He gestured to the seat of the chair, nodding his head formally. “Please, sit. I will prepare something to calm your nerves. In the meantime, please, MC, tell me how you are feeling.”

• In your gut, you knew he was aware exactly how you felt, he could probably just tell. That was already proven by how he pretty much read your thoughts aloud, but still, it feels different when you actually talk about it.

• “I mean... you kind of already said it. Nothing major has happened recently, but I just feel awful, I guess. I can’t tell if I’m annoyed or sad, but I feel like I’ve just been numb for a while and then all of a sudden, I just needed to... get away from everyone.”

• “Would you describe it as drowning?” Barbatos approached the stove, lighting the pilot light beneath one of the burners with a long match. He filled a kettle with water and placed it on the burner, then reached into a cupboard, pulling out a glass jar, filled with tea leaves, and a label you couldn’t quite make out through your watery eyes, and the fact that the kitchen was still dark, the only light available being the stove.

• “I would think so. Like when you’re holding your breath and you’re fine at first, and then you start to squirm, and the more you squirm, the more you need air.”

• He scooped a little bit of the tea into a strainer, clasping it shut and setting it inside the porcelain cup. “Is it also the case that you feel alright until you think about it?”

• “Yeah, kind of like when you feel bad, but you aren’t quiet crying, and then someone asks if you’re alright, and you realize that you’re not really alright. And really, you’re the furthest thing from feeling alright.” Slowly, your crying began to cease as you watched his dexterous hands, the pearly white of his gloves standing out against his dark outfit.

• He swiped his slender index finger across one of the countertops, rubbing it against his thumb with a thoughtful hum. He ducked down to beneath the sink, withdrawing a rag and some sort of cleaner. “Do you sometimes feel like those brothers treat you as something that comforts them, rather than someone who also needs comfort?” He asked as he sprayed the counter, wiping it down thoroughly with the rag. Part of you would bet that the counter was already clean.

• “Y... yes. That would be accurate. It’s like they argue over keeping me near them, instead of spending time with me, if that makes sense.” The more he pointed out ways you didn’t even know you felt, the more you felt like you understood how you felt.

• He put the rag and the cleaner back beneath the sink as the kettle began to whistle softly, billowing steam out from its neck. He checked his watch, eyeing it carefully for about 20 seconds before he finally poured the water in. Somehow, he managed to produce the perfect amount of water from the kettle.

• After about 7 minutes, he pulled the strainer out of the water, shaking it a little over the cup before discarding the soggy leaves inside.

• “Here, this should make you feel a little better.” He presented the cup in front of you.

• Were his eyes glowing?...

Simeon ♥

• Simeon definitely has his moments, but unlike a lot of the Obey Me boys, he has decent ways of coping, so it’s not often that he has a breakdown.

• Also, being the mom friend, he naturally has this 6th sense when people aren’t feeling their best, it’s programmed into his system.

• You had planned a study session at Purgatory Hall with him, given that he knows just about everything there is about well... everything, he’s smart, but never really brings it up.

• The walk from the House of Lamentation to Purgatory Hall wasn’t hard, only a few minutes, but it felt like the quaint little path led on, sprawling out further the longer you walked. You could feel the stones beneath your aching feet just a little more than normal, and the air nipped at your ankles; sinking its icy claws into your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

• After a short walk that dragged on for what felt like forever, you finally reached the door of Purgatory Hall, giving it a few weak knocks, adjusting the book bag that had begun to dig into your shoulder.

• Simeon was quick to answer, greeting you with his smile, sweet as honey. “Hello, MC. I’m so glad you could make it, come in.” He stepped to the side, nodding his head as you stepped through the doorway.

• He immediately had his suspicions, but decided to keep quiet for now. Despite his doubts, there was still a chance that maybe you just had to shake it off, or perhaps the walk was boring.

• “I was actually just making lunch, Solomon and Luke are both out running errands, so it’s just us. You’re free to join me in the kitchen if you’d like, we can study there for a bit. I’ll take your bag, it looks heavy.” He shut the door behind you, turning his gaze back to you.

• “I don’t wanna burden you, Simeon, it’s fine. Thank you for agreeing to help me out.” You suppressed a lengthy yawn, your eyes watering as you did so.

• “You aren’t a burden at all, MC! Really, you’re helping me just as much as I am you, I have trouble with some of the subjects as well.” He carefully pulled the bag off your shoulder, not giving you anymore room to argue.

• “...Thank you.” You said, dragging your feet as you followed him into the kitchen. He set your bag up against one of the counters.

• “Go on, take a seat,” he gently patted his hand against the counter.

• “Are you sure?”

• “Of course, Luke isn’t tall enough to reach some stuff on the top shelf, so he climbs the counter a lot. Sometimes I wonder if those of us who are shorter just don’t feel fear, because I’ve seen him hop down from heights far taller than him. Or you can sit on the floor, if you want, I just want you to feel at home.”

• You didn’t have the energy to act like sitting down somewhere didn’t sound nice, so you abided with his recommendation, hopping up onto the counter and scooting back until your back hit the cool wall behind you.

• “And how about I give you a little quiz?” Simeon worked over the stove, cooking what seemed to be bacon.

• “Mm, that sounds okay.” You leaned your head back, resting it against the wall as you listened to him shuffling around the kitchen, his footfalls soft beneath the tile flooring.

• “Alright, first question, what is the word for ‘curse’ in Latin?”

• You rifled through the words in your head, in a slight daze as your thoughts clouded together. “Uhh, imprecatio, I think. Yeah, that’s what it is.”

• “Correct! Good job. Next question, hmm... after the Devildom was formed, what covered its surface?”

• Sleep tugged angrily at your mind, gnawing away at your coherency. “A forest...”

• “Great! There’s an ancient elixir that needs three ingredients, powdered unicorn hoof, bittergrass root...” the rest of his words faded into the background as you felt your consciousness slip from your grasp.

• “...MC?” Simeon turned to look at you, slumped against the wall with your mouth open a little bit, as if you were about to answer before you fell asleep. “I knew it” He laughed to himself, shaking his head a little as he covered his mouth. “Poor thing, they look so exhausted.”

• The angel turned the stove burner off, carefully coaxing your legs around his waist and hoisting you up onto his hips, taking great care in having a secure grip on you.

• He hummed a gentle tune as he walked out of the kitchen, taking you down the hall to his bedroom. His melodic voice reached your asleep mind, lulling you further into dreamland.

• He fumbled with the door a little, eventually opting on just standing on one foot and opening it with the other.

• And with that, he set you down on his bed, tucked you in, and went back to the door. He took one final glance at you, tilting his head and letting out a quiet “awe... get some rest, you deserve it.” Before he finally shut the light off and closed the door.

• I would say you awoke to it being dark outside but... it’s the devildom. It's always dark.

• Instead, you awoke to the sweet smell of chocolate permeating the house. You slapped your hand out to feel for your phone on the bedside table, only to find that it wasn’t there, being met with nothing, not even the lamp that you kept. Just the cool surface of a wooden bedside table.

• Come to think of it, this didn’t smell like your room, either. Rather, it smelled of flowers, vanilla, and new books.

• Where?... What?...

• It took you a moment to realize that you weren’t in your room, in fact, it took you a moment to remember exactly what’d happened before you’d fallen asleep.

• Simeon cracked the door a little bit, peeking inside. “Oh, you’re awake! Good morning!” he opened the door all the way, two mugs in hand.

• “What... what time is it?” You groaned, slowly sitting up, your back aching.

• “I guess I shouldn’t have said morning.” He went to the other side of the bed, turning on the lamp on that table. “It’s more like nine o’clock.”

• “Nine o’clock?... but... I barely even studied...” guilt began to well in your stomach, regret prominent in your mind. “I just... I just... fell asleep?” Your head spun as you talked, your voice cracking.

• Oh dear god... er, huh, Simeon’s dad, was your mouth dry, and did it taste awful.

• “Yes, you did fall asleep. And I’m glad you did.” Simeon sat on the edge of the bed, holding one of the mugs of bubbly hot coco out to you.

• The edges of your vision swirled and clouded with tears as your lip quivered, the confusion of just waking up and not being able to recall anything striking you like a fast ball. “But... Simeon, that means I wasted your time.” You began to sob, the pressure of being put on the same level as the demon brothers finally catching up to you, all in this one dazed moment in Simeon’s bedroom. “A-and how am I going to pass if I don’t study every day?! I only have so much time and if I’m wasting it by being lazy and falling asleep, I don’t deserve any of this, I don’t deserve to be praised or...” you sniffled, letting out a heavy cough.

• “Hey, MC.” He set the cups down on the bedside table, scooting closer to you. He placed a delicate hand on your lap. “It’s okay that you fell asleep. If you’re well rested, that means you can absorb information.” His thumb gently rubbed along your thigh in a comforting manner. “No grade is above your wellbeing. If it’s too much, I’m sure there are adjustments that can be made. Do you understand how big of a deal it is that you’ve learned this much?”

• You stared into his angelic turquoise eyes, flecked with gold. Somehow, staring into those eyes brought you a little peace. With one look at you, it felt like he understood everything you were feeling, and he had the words to match exactly that.

• “Solomon, Luke and I, the demons at RAD; we’ve all had thousands of years to study, hundreds of years to take in the same information that you’ve only had about a year and a half to learn, do you understand how positively impressive that is? Everybody struggles sometimes, MC, and everybody is fallible no matter what anybody says, you’re allowed to make mistakes. And it’s alright to not know something.”

• You began to tremble the more he spoke, his words striking all the right chords in your heart. “I just... I don’t know how to take all of this in, I still have all of my knowledge about the history of the human world, and now having to relearn world history, but for the Devildom... it just feels so weird, and I’m really, really, trying. But it... it... it...” You stammered a few more times, trying to regain your bearings. “It feels like everything's melting together and this feels like I can’t possibly learn it all in time.”

• “Come here, my lamb.” He opened his arms to you, an empathetic smile gracing his features.

• You crawled toward him, flinging your arms around him tightly as you cried into his shoulder.

• He was warm, and smelled exactly like the room you were in. Slowly, he began to pat and rub your back, speaking softly into your ear. “There you go, just let it all out, it’s okay to cry. I know times get tough, and it’s alright to admit that. You’ll be alright, it’ll all work out. I believe in you.”

• When Simeon felt your shaking and sobbing slowly die down, he leaned back, looking into your eyes. “Now, would you like some hot coco? Solomon and Luke are home.”

• “Yes...” You sniveled, wiping at your eyes and mouth “Please...”

• He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing the top of your head. “Alright, then.”

Solomon ♥

• Solomon hasn’t had a breakdown in a while. He’s, how do you say it? Desensitized to so much shit.

• But nevertheless, he’s human, he gets it a little more than his demonic and angelic peers.

• Currently, the two of you were in potions class, in the middle of a mini-test.

• The task was simple to the untrained eye, just mix two liquids, drink it, and allow the instructor to see how your body and voice changed.

• He had already gone, he was assigned to turn into an older woman with brown hair, which he’d done with ease, and was now already back in his typical form.

• The instructor approached you, watching as your hands frantically scrambled around your lab station, your heart pounding, your mind succumbing to your anxiety.

• Solomon leaned on his knuckles, idly tracing the intricate swirly grain of the lab station he was at, humming softly to himself as he occasionally looked up to glance at you.

• You knocked over a vial.

• The sorcerer flicked his index and middle fingers up, eyeing the vial intensely as it quickly levitated itself up and back onto its stand.

• “Great job catching yourself, MC.” The instructor nodded, gesturing for you to continue.

• You gave Solomon a weak smile, hesitantly pouring in one of the liquids in a different tube, slowly drizzling another in.

• You peered into the small cast iron cauldron on your lab station, smiling in relief as different reds and purples swirled around on the surface, dancing with one another as they mixed.

• It was only when yellow and green began to bubble up to the top that you got concerned... it wasn’t supposed to bubble, and those were the opposite colors you were aiming for.

• It began to bubble over, quickly expanding and turning into a thick foam, covering the desk in a sticky, marshmallow-like substance.

• That was the final straw for you already anxiety-ridden self. You stood up without another word and darted for the door, nearly tripping over a stool. The door fluttered shut in your wake, only leaving the lingering smell of you for Solomon to cling to.

• You took a few different turns, before ducking down against the wall and curling your knees to your chest. Humiliated sobs racked your body, making you shake and shiver as you struggled to breathe.

• “Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot... idi..ot...” You choked out, tangling your hands into your hair and giving it a harsh tug in a desperate attempt to keep yourself in the moment.

• You brought your hand away from your face, forming it into a fist, pondering how it would feel if it were to connect with your head as hard as you could. Would it knock the back of your skull into the wall? Would you bleed?

• Before you made the choice, you heard swift footsteps making their way down the hall. You held your breath, but the longer they continued, and the closer they got, the more your head began to spin.

• “MC?...” Solomon stepped into your slowly fading view, your gaze feeling hazy as you stared at him, sucking in a quiet breath.

• Static and stars tangoed at the edges of your mind, dizziness gripping your thoughts. “Solomon?... what... what are you doing?”

• It took you a moment to realize in your delirious state, but Solomon had already taken a spot next to you, taking a similar position you were in.

• He said nothing.

• You stared at him, still trembling and sobbing, too wrapped up in your own sorrow to even consider composing yourself.

• He pulled out a spray bottle and misted you in the face.

• You couldn’t help but notice how cold the liquid was, it sent a shiver right up your spine, confusing you just briefly enough to stop crying.

• “What did?... What?... why?... what was that?”

• “Don’t worry, it was just water.” He slowly lowered the bottle.

• “W-what was that for?”

• “Just to snap you out of it. Come here.” He spread his arms, nodding once.

• Did this man really just shock you out of a breakdown?

• Holy shit he did. He just essentially did the same thing as when people throw sliced cheese at crying babies to confuse them.

• And by God did it work.

• “Come on, don’t be shy. We aren’t strangers, I know you need a hug right now.” He flicked his fingers a little, raising his eyebrows slightly.

• You scooted a little closer, giving into what would’ve been shame and just melting into his arms. He snaked his arms up your back, lacing one hand through the hair on the back of your head and pressing your face into his shoulder. “There, there. Everything will be okay, everyone has their bad days, yadda yadda, and eventually we’ll get over them. I cry sometimes too.”

• Warm, salty, tears began to flow from your eyes again, soaking into the thick fabric of his uniform. Your breath hitched through the sobbing, your lungs tightening up.

• “That’s it, cry it out. Don’t be so discouraged, MC. There are spells that I don’t know, and I’ve been studying for thousands of years, you’ve only been studying for a year. All these demons here have been alive for who knows how long, and you still end up getting better grades than a lot of them. That’s crazy, right? Just think about it.”

• The low humming of his voice vibrated in his chest, his breathing permeating your marrow and slowly soothing your nerves. “Y-yeah... I just... it was just so embarrassing...”

• “I had to be rescued a few times because I accidentally trapped myself trying to do new spells. And I’ve had my fair share of mess-ups. Mistakes are part of the learning process, you aren’t meant to get it right the first time, that’s what it takes to really absorb information. And you know? I’m really proud of you. I’m proud of you for messing up. That wasn’t really a mess-up, it was just a different spell you performed at the wrong time.”

• He placed one hand on either side of your head, lifting your face from his chest, his slender fingers brushing strands of your hair out of your face. “You’re one of the most impressive and strongest humans I know, and I know a lot of humans. Your magic; the power you hold is unlike any other, and any spell you perform is bound to hold amazing results, intended or not.”

• “Thank you, Solomon... It means a lot, those words. And from someone as powerful as you, and as strong as you... it’s like you take everything in stride, you always act like everything’s meant to happen.” You stared into his eyes, the portals to his soul.

• “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. If I’m being entirely honest with you, I was scared with becoming emotionally close with you.” A sad smile graced his features. “Truth be told, I stopped befriending other humans because they always die, that’s why all of my friends are demons and angels. I was sick of losing people. And then you came along, and you changed the way I thought.”

• He slid his hands from your cheeks to your shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze.

• “I can’t possibly thank you enough.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #shall we date obey me #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me barbie #obey me diavolo

[papirouge]

I never was told to leave a church group before but I had left one, the last one I went to, because they were.. ew

It seemed well in the beginning. No issues until the church let go of the old pastor and this new young guy came in. Single and would sometimes sprinkle in weird incel talk about how single women were the worst parts of Gods kingdom for disobeying his commandment to be fruitful and multiple. Like? What?

Then the sermons got very political. Old people that never had issues before and were pretty nice had become a lot more mean and racist. I saw less women in general? Trump this. Trump that. Democrats are working with the jewish elites and muslims to destroy our Godly nation (I’m living in the US), it was so BIZARRE to hear this being said with no irony or anything and people legitimately believe it.

I left when I attended a midweek meeting that talked about church issues. And it started by discussing how the Catholic Church is a horrible institution for defending pedophiles while others called out how the victims were mostly boys and “priests should have been women the whole time then those boys would be called men, not whatever beta victimhood they want to be” -cue snickers from mostly males- Then the subject was to abortion where some believe it’s a crime against *the state* ie the government because abortion takes away 1 solider from the military and others chimed in with “we’re already below replacement levels, we need more babies!”

And I, being not white, and not caring about white people panicking over being a minority was just really bored of it all. But I did look at a few others didn’t really react who looked at me and we just knew this is just stupid.

And I also, being someone who couldn’t care any less about the american military industrial complex, was bored of the panic people feel about abortion needing to be banned ONLY because the military requires bodies is honestly dystopian to say the least.

Yeah the rest of that meeting went by terribly. I know these people are not representative of anything, but I cant stand how a lot of churches now are becoming mini political centers.

Also, one of the higher up guys in the church quietly left before I did when he was outed as a gay man for sleeping with married husbands. But some people blamed the wives? God was a trash fire that place was.

There were so many good times and a lot of good people though too, like I got to know this old lady who knitted sweaters and scarves for people for free if you asked and all she would ask in return is for you to hang with her 🥹 she used to work as a nurse in the 50s, she couldn’t have her own babies so, she told me, “I ended up for a time as a volunteer to cuddle babies in the hospital!” she was such a beautiful person. She also donated a lot of money to domestic abuse shelters for women.

I'll NEVER understand why Christians fundies act like not having children is a sin/"multiplying" is a commandment for ALL of us. Jesus was a celibate - yet he never sinned. Why can't they make the logical conclusion off of it?

When God told Eve and Adam to multiply it was while they were still in the garden of Eden, and yet, they started conceiving/multiplying only after they got kicked out of the garden. Were they sinning for not multiplying humankind while still in the garden? eating the forbidden fruit is the only and first sin they committed out there - not their lack of offsprings. Breeding kink christians should get their facts straight.

I'm absolutely not surprised by this new generation of young pastor matrixed by red pill content. It was bound to happen. I think it's yet another sign we have to stop relying on "regular" church assemblies and build our own communities.

I really don't get whenever a male get exposed for being a pedophile people go like "oh but if roles were reversed!!" Like- do those people see men reaction whenever boys get abused? They are the one acting like the victims were grownups and how "lucky" they were from discovering sex that turned them into men. Women are the ones consistently frowning upon sexual abuse.

US Evangelicals should really pipe down with their mocking of catholic Priest pedophile when they have no problem handing over their 13 y.o girls to middle age polygamous scrotes. There's a documentary floating around on TikTok of a man who married & impregnated girls as young as 13, their sisters, mom, cousins, etc.

Bless that old lady. Wherever they are, women are the only hope to elevate the bar somehow. I'm glad you're out though. How much time did you stay in that cesspool of a church ? I think documenting crazy church drama from an actual/authentic Christian perspective (instead of a whiny uwu church trauma uwu one) could be the subject of such a cool documentary. Made by Christians FOR Christians, and to warb them off the lunacy of modern churches.

I thought about it but I'm in France and most church are catholic so very geriatric but chill/unproblematic. The evangelicals ones are those were the mess is. They're mostly African too 👀 (I'm from Congo and Congolese pretty much 'own' the network of evangelical churches in France and Belgium lmao) A few months ago a Christian teen rapper got exposed having several gf (in the same time)/having sex with them - they all exposed him on TikTok 💀. They said he was adamant having sex with them with Christian music in the background 😭

If i was around your church I would do an interview of that homewrecking gay dude and expose their husbands. JUSTICE FOR THEIR WIVES. I can't imagine the horror of discovering your husband is cheating with a gay man... Double betrayal. And let's not forget the STDs.... They all should be put to jail IDC

#answered #Christian

[the12thnightproject]

Tempest in Time Prologue Part One - The Wormhole

Katsuko and her brother Toshiie are pulled through a wormhole to Japan, 1575

“Did you repair the drone?” I didn’t bother with a greeting.

Toshiie remedied my omission. “Hello. How was your week? I’ve missed you.” His snark burned through the 4G network. You’ve heard those stories of exploding telephones? If sarcasm could explode a phone, my brother would have killed three of mine already. “And yes, it’s fixed.”

I impatiently picked at my toenail while I went through the niceties with my twin. “Sorry. Hello. How was your week? I’ve missed you.” I had missed him, actually. At least as much as I missed anyone.

“Someone threw up in bio lab. That was the highlight.”

“Ew.” And he likely wasn’t being sarcastic. Knowing Tosh, it might have truly been the highlight of his week. He was studying nursing, with an eye to someday going to Medical School, so vomit and blood and bodies never bothered him. As a perpetually overworked student, his life was the lab, homework, and sleep.

Good thing he had me to break him out of his patterns. “Just dropped a pin to your phone – can you meet me there in an hour? Bring the drone.”

A loud sigh attacked my eardrum. “Katsuko, I have exams to study for. So do you.”

I was half-heartedly studying physical therapy. Very half-heartedly. These days there wasn’t much I was doing full hearted. Except…

“Please, please, please!” I had already changed from the outfit I had worn to class that morning, into sports bra, tank, and sweats. I stuck the phone between my ear and my shoulder, so I could I tape up my wrists. I knew Tosh wouldn’t turn me down.

With another (overly) dramatic sigh, he agreed. “Fine. See you in sixty.”

This time, Tosh was the one who skipped the greeting, hanging up without a goodbye. That’s typical of us. I hate saying hello. Tosh hates goodbye.

Sixty minutes was enough time to grab my beloved blue hoodie, my phone, a couple bottles of water, and some vegan power bars. I stuffed them all in my backpack, and ran out the door…

... and ran back in to grab my IC card.

As I dashed out the building again, I bundled my turquoise streaked hair in a lopsided ponytail, IC card clenched in my teeth as I chased down the bus.

In less than an hour, I was warming up in front of a three-story building, plotting out my route.

Tosh was late, as usual. I sometimes teased him about living on Toshiie time, but I was used to building an extra ten minutes into a schedule if I really needed him to be punctual. Eventually, he rolled up while I was pacing out the dimensions of the courtyard in front of a three story building. I watched him park his moped, then jog down the sidewalk, ignoring the admiring glances he was drawing from men and women alike.

You know how in some families, one kid gets the looks, and one kid gets the brains? Beautiful, brilliant Toshiie got both.

Me? I got the –

Thwack!

I winced as Tosh tripped over air.

-Coordination.

He stumbled a few steps toward me. I rushed forward to rescue his gear bag, knowing it was full of expensive camera equipment.

“Oh sure, save the bag, let your brother fall on his face,” Tosh grumbled.

“You just got this fixed from the last time.” I unpacked the drone.

He nodded, seeing my point. “What’s your route?”

I gestured to a series of railings, the exterior stairs, and the roof. “If you can, get hand-held for a wide angle, and send the drone above. Once I’m on the roof, meet me behind the building – there’s a park, and get ready to track my descent.”

There was no reason to explain any more. What’s the phrase – it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission?”

My warm up complete, I centered myself in a handstand while Tosh set up the cameras. Once he gave me a thumbs up, I flipped back to my feet and took off…

It’s called Freerunning. That use of obstacles to propel yourself through space, using your hands, feet and the environment as you nearly fly up, down, across, and under the landscape. Martial artists might call it by the French term, parkour, but I love the word freerunning. Free running.

Running free.

I hopped from one railing to another, balancing briefly on metal as I jumped over the side of the stairwell, then bounced to the wall of the next landing – zig zagging up levels until I flipped onto the roof. With a handspring for extra flair, I zipped across the rooftop.

When I was little, my mother, “exhausted” (her word) by my bouncing around our apartment, enrolled me in artistic gymnastics. That was fun for a few years, but I got bored with all the rules. Now, it’s me and the sky.

In winter, that means snowboarding every chance I get. In summer?

Running free.

At the other end of the rooftop, a metal safety rail lined the edge. I jumped up on the railing and impulsively tried a handstand and – the something shimmered in my peripheral vision, almost like the horizon was put together unevenly, no, that must have been the drone hovering — I shook my head to clear it, then--

Whoa! Ok. Balance check there.

That could have been bad… but what a rush!

Off I went again, ricocheting between the walls of the two buildings, and somersaulting into the park. I vaulted over the railing, jumped up to catch a bar of the jungle gym, using momentum to swing to another bar before throwing myself toward the soft sand at the end.

Out of breath, I slammed a water while Tosh recalled the drone and played back the footage.

“Fuck!” He was frowning into the camera.

“What, didn’t it record?” I rested my chin on his shoulder to peer at the replay. It looked like it recorded. It was already uploaded to the cloud, in fact.

“It recorded.” He rewound the video to the moment where it looked like I had almost fallen off the roof railing. “Katsuko – you could have been killed.”

“I wasn’t, though.” I broke into my energy bar stash and offered him one.

He pushed it away. “I’m done.”

I didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Wait. Don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” But he hugged me in spite of his harsh tone. “I can’t keep watching you chase death.”

“Stop it. I’m not like that.” I’m not like her. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“What are you doing?”

“I…I don’t know.” It was the truth. All I knew is that I had to keep running, or there would come a day when I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. “Let’s get out of here.”

No need to specify where. When Toshiie and I needed a place to talk or to think, or both, we’d head out to the Togakushi Shrine area. It was the one place that seemed to speak to both of us, although I knew that Tosh preferred the shrines, while I was happiest on the trails.

We took his bike out to the shrine, and once there, walked quietly through the 400 year old cedar trees that marked the path to the upper shrine. Finally he asked, “If I begged you to stop, could you?”

My throat closed up at the thought. “What is this? An intervention? It’s not like I’m an addict.”

“I think you kind of are, actually.”

Seriously? His Introduction to Psychology course was going to his head. But I knew that he meant every word. “Wait, ok, how about this. I’ll stop taking extreme risks, ok?” I could do that. At least I wouldn’t take any risks if he was watching. In a few months, when the mountains were covered with snow, I’d take my board out to X-JAM as often as possible, and scratch my risk-taking itch on the half-pipe. So… really, I only had to behave through the rest of summer and fall.

CRASH! BOOM!

Distracted by our discussion, we hadn’t noticed the weather changing, until the crackle of lightning startled both of us. Within minutes, rain was pouring buckets. 

“Once again, the weather forecast was completely wrong.” Tosh muttered curses at the weatherman as he tried to keep the rain off his gear.

The timing was bad, but aside from that, I love storms. Something about the electricity in the air makes me feel more alive. I tilted my face to the sky and – “That’s weird.”

“It’s water, doofus.” Getting rained on makes Tosh cranky.

The entire landscape was vanishing under a dark mist. “Tosh, have you ever seen a fog bank in a storm?”

“What are you -?” He finally looked up from his camera. “You’re right. This is weird.”

It was still thundering and lightning, but the rain had turned to a thick soupy fog that blotted out almost all light, the seeped around and into my body. We were fading, becoming as unsubstantial as the mist that poured through us.

Tosh raised his hand. It looked translucent. “What the hell?!” His words came out as a whisper, as if the fog had invaded his throat.

I felt dizzy and ill, like the time after I broke my ankle and had had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia. Tosh grabbed onto me, his arms spasmed around my back. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his shoulder. I could feel he was shaking, or maybe that was me, and then-

THUNK. The two of us crashed onto the ground, onto a carpet of what smelled like pine needles?

I cautiously opened my eyes. Yep. Pine needles. The storm had passed as quickly as it had begun, and the sun was as bright as midday, though it had to be close to eight or nine p.m. But in the bright sunlight, I felt cold. And… was that sn-?

Brrrrr – my hoodie was not nearly warm enough any more. But I was better off than Tosh in his windbreaker. “But, it’s summer,” was all I could think to say. I rubbed my hands together. “Reverse global warming?”

“Actually global warming has been known to cause odd weather patterns,” Tosh said absently as he fiddled with his phone. “No bars.”

I got mine out. Nope. No bars, no GPS.

Something else seemed… eerie. It was silence. The daily hum of electricity, distant traffic, airplanes, that background white noise was all the more conspicuous for its absence.

“The footpath is gone.” Tosh kicked at the now overgrown carpet of brush below us.

“So are the cedar trees.” We were still in a forest of sort, but the comforting presence of the giant cedars was no longer there.

“Theory?” In the back of my head was a rather loud voice telling me that there had been an apocalypse and we were both dead. Funny, after spending the last year of my life not caring whether or not I lived or died, now that the possibility was in front of me, I really hoped I wasn’t dead.

He held up three fingers. “I got three. Apocalypse – like the snap in The Infinity Gauntlet.”

So he was on the same mental path that I was. But were we victims of the snap, or the only ones left behind? “Or…?”

“Or maybe we’ve somehow slipped into a different version of our universe?” One finger left. “Or, maybe it’s something simpler. One of us is dreaming.”

Dream. Yeah. A dream would be an acceptable explanation. “You couldn’t have led with the theory that doesn’t involve mass death?”

Tosh shrugged. “I went with the bad news fir-“

“Shhh!” I put my hand over his mouth.

What was that noise?

The clang of metal.

Harsh voices…

Hoofbeats… horses?

Tosh and I held still, unsure whether this new twist would be an improvement or make things worse?

A group of men in armor – dressed as samurai?! – burst out of the trees, brandishing swords and pikes.

“Whoa!” Tosh looked at the lacquered armor that covered the warriors. “Someone’s LARP group is uber committed.”

The person who appeared to be their leader barked something at us, but their dialect and accent was harsh and unfamiliar. I wasn’t entirely sure what they were saying. But the gist was something along the lines of robbery and enslavement… I think…? Tosh and I looked at each other, and wordlessly decided that our best bet was to run.

Unfortunately, immediate danger didn’t make Tosh any less clumsy. He went sprawling over a log, and while I was trying to help him to his feet we were surrounded. “Tosh, do you understand what they are saying?”

He shook his head. “I think they want to sell us… to the nanban?”

I had no idea what the nanban was or why it wanted buy people, but they were examining us like merchandise, so that was probably the correct interpretation. They pulled my hair out of its ponytail, marveling over the turquoise streaks, which apparently meant they could get more money for me?

That’s enough! When one of them checked my teeth, I bit him. That earned me a hard punch to the stomach. Another man was fascinated by the zipper on my hoodie. When he managed to unzip it and got a look at my thin tank top, he muttered, ��Woman.”

Alright, the good news at least is that I was developing a better ear for their dialect. The bad news was that I didn’t actually want to know what they planned to do with a female prisoner. When the leader came in to take a closer examination of my body, I reacted instinctively and kicked out. I saw the punch coming at me …

Oh this is going to hur--

What brought me back to consciousness was the sensation of cold and damp -- I had been dumped into a snow bank. There were sounds of clanking metal again, yelling, grunts, then a yelp of pain. I opened my eyes to see the apparent leader of the bandit gang fighting with an old man (said “old man” would, if he could hear me, object to me characterizing him that way, but in that moment, he seemed quite elderly). The old man had amazing fighting abilities, whirling and punching with a spear.

In no time, my captor was groaning on the ground, his leg bent at an odd angle.

“Come on child.” My rescuer hurried to my side and wrapped me up in a warm cloak. “You’ll catch your death of cold.”

Still dizzy from the blow to the head, it took a moment to realize that… “Wait. Where are the others?” Where’s Toshiie?

“Others? There was this one man and you.” The man gave a shrill whistle, and a horse whinnied in the distance, then trotted up to us.

I explained what had happened with the bandits. “The rest of them must still have my brother. We have to go back to get him.”

He shook his head. “They’re long gone by now.” But in spite of his protest, he took me up on his horse, and we headed back through the trees. He was correct though – they were long gone.

“Is there a way to track them?” If this man could fight, then maybe he could-

“Not in this storm.” The snow had increased from light cotton balls to a swirling curtain of fat flakes. I shuddered, partially from the cold, partially from the fear that this was another storm that would pick me up and dump me somewhere else. Somewhere worse, than wherever here was. I flinched from the thought of what would be worse than armed bandits who wanted to sell me into slavery.

Dinosaurs. Dinosaurs would be worse.

After a long, cold and ride up a steep path, we arrived at gated manor near the top of the mountain. The storm was raging, and my teeth were chattering by then. The man gave my outfit a critical look. “Do you have any other clothing? Anything more suited for a woman?”

“No. When I left my – home – this afternoon, I expected to return in a couple hours.” I had no idea how much time (ha!) had passed. More than a couple of hours. More than a day. More than a century.

He helped me down – my legs had gotten cramped and stiff during the ride. “Where is your home? When the storm ends, I can send one of my apprentices to take you back.”

“It’s not going to be that simple,” I said, after getting a good look at a building that looked like it had been constructed recently – but it was an architectural style that I recognized from samurai houses that I had visited on school trips. That, along with the evidence of the missing cedar trees, and the men in armor, was leading me to a conclusion that I wouldn’t have believed if I hadn’t been in the middle of it.

But to announce that I was from a few hundred years in the future seemed to me to be the fastest way to get a one-way ticket to whatever this era’s version of a psychiatric hold was, so, instead, I simply said, “Our home was destroyed by the storm.”

He gave me the universal “I don’t believe you,” look, but he didn’t press the issue. In the years since, I have never told Yamaoka Akihira (that’s his name, but he lets us call him Aki) the truth about where I came from, but I’ve also managed, thanks to him, to become a much better liar.

“Alright,” he finally said, as we entered his house. “Do you have anywhere else to go?”

“No.” I was grateful to be out of the wind and snow, and not particularly interested in going back outside.

He rubbed his chin – a gesture that I’ve since come to recognize as his only “tell” that he’s calculating out several moves in an extended mental shogi game, before saying, “I suppose it’s a good thing that I hadn’t yet found a new maid.”

#ikemen sengoku #fanfic #oc: katsuko #tempest in time series

[thiccpettybitch]

Anon Ask:

(Anon asked to be kept anonymous as they accidentally sent this normally, don't worry bbi, we've all been there~)

Okay, first of all, thank you so much. I really appreciate you saying that! 😊

Secondly, I'm so happy someone said something because I have just realized that Miguel in Bitter Sweet is so baby girl!💕💖 He's still a bit sassy and stuff, but he is more loving, more open about emotions, and definitely younger. AND he doesn't have the trauma... yet.

While Miguel in Sweet Sorrow, ho-ho boy, you're gonna have to find out, but he is definitely more similar to the one in the movies. But y'all will find that out~ 😌✨

Rant below, possible triggers i dunno.

I'm so happy someone said something because... girl, I never kink shame and I am a STRONG believer that as long as it's fantasy and nothing nono/illegal, it's no one’s business who or what you're into! HOWEVER, I will say (as a respectful spectator🥴) the amount of people that portray and try to normalize him as this walking violent red flag... it's not cute~

As someone who has actively looked back at my younger years and my interest in both fictional and real men, and seeing the red flags BLARING me in the face, it's... *screams* it's something. Like I said, however, I do believe in free speech and having different opinions, doesn't mean I’m right, or that anyone who enjoys that kind of content is in the wrong. It's fiction, it's a kink, it's your business, it's MY business (my own kinks, of course). You do you, babes! If you enjoy it, you enjoy those succulent Miguel fics and art; it just makes me giggle and self-reflect 😂

When I tell you there was a time my dumb ass thought a man that doesn't growl and push you up against walls isn't a REAL MAN. The toxicity makes me gag, babes, makes me GAG. But we grow and we learn. That's what's important.

it's a bit of a sensitive subject for me personally. Some of that content definitely made my small dummy brain think that certain traits like that were not just a norm in most men but something I should actively seek out, which... ew, no. However, that doesn't solely tie into fiction, such as fanfictions, because BOY, let's not pretend TV and movies didn't pull the same shit if not worse sometimes, so... yeah.

(I also feel compelled, even though I'm sure you don't need to hear this if you do) Red flags in real life are not cute; they're not the vibe. Anyone who puts hands on you or emotionally, physically, or mentally abuses you is trash and needs to get in the can, no matter if they are loved ones or family. Stay safe out there, kiddos, fr!)

Anyways rant over lol~

TLDR: Kinks in fictions are hot, red flags irl are not, stay safe!💕

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #bitter sweet #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel x y/n #atsv #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spider verse #Sweet Sorrow #Bitter Sweet

[seeminglyseph]

My mom was talking about my sister feeling self conscious about her body, and like. I think part of it is she has for some reason a lot of oddly petite friends. Like. For some reason they’re all really short and she’s been friends with them since they were kids and some of them have that like. Unusually skinny body type that like… look some people don’t gain body fat I’m not shaming but those of us who do gain body fat do get shamed all the time constantly so like. Extremely skinny people for some reason get set at the status quo when they like. Really really aren’t. And that’s mostly the weird part honestly. And the fact that like y’all bodies work so fundamentally different than mine that it’s like. A little mystifying sometimes.

My mother is one of these people honestly and it I think causes serious conflict. Because like. She is literally 110lbs. Like. The last time I was 110lbs I was like. A teenager with an eating disorder. Like. It was a fucking bad situation. My mom is in her 60s. I’ve weighed more than her since I was a teenager. And I am a few inches shorter than her. My sister’s like half a foot taller than me, and like. I guess thick fit? Though more on the fit than the thick? And generally just kinda average slightly curvy human woman? But also I always considered her like. The hot one? Not in the weird way but like. How in Daria there’s the weird introvert sibling and cool hot sibling. There’s always the nerd sibling and the hot sibling in sitcoms and I was a latchkey kid raised on TV. I think my sister is objectively an attractive woman who men should be proud to date?

But I also think while I have a shitton of body image issues that I definitely got from my mom being. Fucking weird about my body. I wonder if my mom being absurdly tiny and like. Worrying about it so much, and doing things like “wear the spanx it will make you look less fat” and whatever. Like. I don’t know how much of that stuff she did specifically to my sister because my sister was never as much of a “problem” as I was. It always seemed to me like she was the one doing everything right. But even if she wasn’t the one getting criticized, watching me get dragged over the coals could’ve just given her a complex about like. “I never want to be in that position”

It’s hard being a dumb broken shithead trying to be empathetic because it’s like. “I want to be open and understanding with my family” and then I do that and then like. In two months I’ll be vulnerable and it’ll blow up in my face because like half my family is absolutely garbage at emotions.

Also I may have accidentally implied to my mother that I think my sister is a dom and should try to find a nice sub to settle down with, instead of these alpha males she keeps trying to date. Because I think kink dynamics are generic and normal enough to just be sub categories I can expect to be relatable in conversations about normal basic heterosexual…. Stuff. I don’t know anything about this. She might just be an emotionally unavailable bitch. I might just have Eldest Daughter Trauma.

I don’t know. It’s already weird trying to be like “no my sister’s an attractive person objectively. I’m not attracted to her because ew, but also not my type but also ew, but she is an objectively attractive person.”

You grow up with a negative sibling relationship, complimenting them is unfamiliar territory. And then the whole “the internet loves to take anything you say in the worst way possible” paranoia my brain is like. “Literally the very concept of there being an incest angle is revolting. I think I would rather bite off my fingers and die.” I’m literally pulling a “no homo” but because of how weird I’ve seen some stupid internet discourse go off about dumb shit and I like. Hate the idea of having someone take this in that direction considering how distant my sister and I are and how hard it is to deal with actual sibling relationships without random people taking things the wrong way maliciously.

I took a sleeping pill and it’s the wrong side of 4am and my sinus headache is fucking demolishing me. I really wanna work things out with my sister one day, but there’s a lot of trauma and resentment built up. And it’s hard to know how much I can open up or trust her a lot of the time. Family is complicated.

And I am constantly plagued by the fear of running out of time. Dunno what to do with that.

#my life

[imekitty]

Prompt Idea? Paulina catches Phantom peeking in the Girls Locker Room. XD

Danny sneaking into the girls' locker room at least twice is one of those canon things that I kind of wish wasn't canon but at the same time wouldn't expect anything less from a horny teenage boy with ghost powers.

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“I think this locker room might be haunted.”

Paulina heard one of the other cheerleaders say it. She pulled her skirt up over her hips and poked her head around the row of lockers. “Haunted? Who thinks it’s haunted?”

“Me,” said Amberlynn, brushing her hair and securing it into a ponytail. “I’ve just seen some spooky things happening here.”

“Spooky like what?” asked Paulina, bouncing on her toes.

“You seem excited about this.” Amberlynn smiled. “Eager, even.”

“Of course she is,” said Bianca, rolling on some deodorant. “Haunted means ghosts, and we all know Paulina’s, like, a ghostfucker now.”

“What?” shrieked Paulina. “I am not!”

“Do you or do you not have a shrine to Danny Phantom in your locker?” asked Bianca, eyebrows raised.

“Both of her lockers,” added Mia. “Her gym locker here and out in the main halls.”

“But he’s just one ghost,” Paulina insisted. “I don’t have a thing for all ghosts.”

“Okay, okay,” said Bianca. “So you don’t wanna fuck all ghosts. Just Phantom.”

The girls all laughed. Paulina wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, but Amberlynn, seriously, tell me what you’ve seen that makes you think this locker room is haunted,” said Paulina.

“Well. Sometimes the lights turn on and off by themselves,” began Amberlynn. “Or the TV in Coach’s room will turn on by itself. I’ll see towels on one bench and when I turn around, they’re somehow on a completely different bench. And then it just sometimes gets freezing cold all of a sudden, but just in one area, not the whole locker room.”

Paulina nodded, trying to play it cool but secretly bubbling with excitement. “That definitely does sound like a ghost.”

“Oh, and there’s one other thing,” said Amberlynn. “Sometimes there’s this…smell.”

“Like a gross smell? Dirty gym socks?” asked Bianca.

“No, a nice smell,” said Amberlynn. “It smells like cologne, but it just comes out of nowhere.”

“Are you sure it’s not just someone’s perfume?” asked Mia.

“No, it’s men’s cologne; no one here wears it,” said Amberlynn. “So I think our mystery ghost is definitely a guy.��

“Ew, why am I not surprised?” Bianca stuck out her tongue.

“What kind of cologne is it?” asked Paulina.

Amberlynn quirked a brow. “What, like its name? How am I supposed to know that?”

“Is it musky?” pressed Paulina. “Earthy? Delicious? Light? Bubbly? Clean? Sweet? Refreshing? Crisp?”

Amberlynn snorted. “Oh, my God, I don’t know. It’s just…nice.” She shrugged. “I mean, I like it. The ghost seems to have good taste in fragrance, whoever he is.”

“Come on, give me something,” said Paulina. “Sandalwood and vanilla, maybe?”

“Why do you care so much?” asked Amberlynn.

“Um.” Paulina rubbed her arm, thinking of the peppery sandalwood and vanilla cologne she always smelled on the ghost boy whenever he would fly by. “No reason.”

“Come on, girls,” called Whitney, appearing from behind the next row of lockers. “We better get out in the gym before Coach barges in asking where we are.”

The cheerleaders did their final touch-ups, tying shoes, pulling hair into ponytails and buns, shutting lockers. As cheer captain, Paulina usually tried to be the first one out in the gym, but this time, she lingered behind the others, looking back into the now empty locker room, hoping to catch a glimpse of a ghostly glow or a whiff of cologne.

But there was nothing right now.

She would just have to investigate later, then.

The next day, Paulina stopped Valerie in the hall after the last class of the day ended.

“Valerie, wait,” called Paulina, running up to her.

Valerie turned around and furrowed her brow. “You talking to me?”

“Of course,” said Paulina. “How many other Valeries are in this hall right now?”

Valerie looked around the hall before refocusing on Paulina. “But why are you talking to me?”

Paulina sighed and held up her hands. “Look, I know things have been rough between us ever since your dad lost his job—”

“Rough? You pretty majorly dissed me, Paulina.”

“I know, but I really need a favor from you right now.”

Valerie scoffed. “What makes you think I’d do any kind of favor for you?”

“I know Star still hangs out with you,” said Paulina, unfazed by Valerie’s hostility. “And she’s told me about your interest in ghost hunting.”

Valerie didn’t answer right away. “What exactly did she tell you?”

“She just told me she saw some ghost-hunting gear in your room,” said Paulina. “Some equipment or gadgets or…whatever, she didn’t know what they were exactly.”

“Mmm.” Valerie shrugged. “Yeah, it’s…a hobby of mine, I guess you could say. But why do you care?”

“I was wondering if I could borrow something from you.”

“Like what?”

“Something that might help me find a ghost.”

Valerie raised a brow. Paulina kept her expression serious and tilted her head up.

“You’re looking for a ghost?” said Valerie slowly, carefully.

“There’s a ghost haunting the girls’ locker room,” said Paulina. “And I intend to find out who it is.”

“Ghosts aren’t whos, they’re whats,” said Valerie testily. “And what makes you think it’s haunted?”

“One of the girls on my cheer squad told me about weird things she’s seen.”

“Well, if you really think it’s haunted, I could scout it out for you—”

“No!”

Valerie leaned back, frowning and blinking. Paulina cleared her throat and recomposed herself, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“I really want to do this myself,” said Paulina. “It’s my job to watch out for my girls, after all. As cheer captain.”

Valerie scrunched her mouth, studying Paulina. Paulina maintained her confident stance and eye contact.

“Fine.” Valerie released a breath. “I’ll bring something tomorrow.”

Paulina clasped her hands. “Yay! Thank you, thank you!”

“I have to get to the Nasty Burger for my shift now.” Valerie squared her backpack on her shoulders. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She walked away and out of sight. Paulina turned and walked in the opposite direction toward the gym for cheer practice.

The following afternoon between classes, Valerie stopped Paulina in the hall.

“Here.” Valerie put a box in her hands. “There are some instructions inside.”

“What is it?” Paulina eagerly lifted the lid to reveal some sort of gadget with controls and a radar screen.

“It’s basically a ghost detector,” said Valerie. “It’ll lock onto the nearest ghost’s ecto-signature and help you locate it.”

“Really? No way!” Paulina squealed. “That’s exactly what I need. You really seriously just own one of these?”

“Actually, I’m just borrowing it,” said Valerie. “So you have to be really careful with it, got it?”

“Who are you borrowing it from?” asked Paulina. “The Fentons? Danny’s parents are the only other ghost hunters I know of.”

“No, I can’t tell you who I got it from,” said Valerie. “Just please don’t break it, okay?”

Paulina nodded, closing the box and tucking it under her arm.

For the rest of the day, Paulina was beyond excited to use the ghost detector, but she had to wait. Oh, how she hated the wait.

After classes, after cheerleading practice. The last girl finally left, and Paulina was alone in the girls’ locker room. Even the cheer coach was gone for the evening.

Paulina took the ghost detector out of the box and read through the instructions before switching it on. The gadget lit up, its screen blipping and showing a scan of the area.

It started beeping rapidly. Paulina’s eyes widened as she read the message on the screen.

There was a ghost nearby.

Holding the detector, Paulina walked up and down the rows of lockers, checking every corner and shadow. The detector started beeping faster, and she looked down at the screen’s reading.

And then she caught a whiff of something peppery, a scent of vanilla and sandalwood, so fragrant and musky.

She definitely recognized that cologne.

“Ghost boy?” she called out, twirling a couple times while holding up the detector. “I know you’re here. Please show yourself to me.”

The beeping quickened even more. Paulina walked a few more steps until the beeping sounded more like high-pitched humming.

She looked up. Was the ghost boy standing right in front of her? Or, er, floating?

“I’m all alone,” she crooned. “It’s just me. Paulina, if you’ve already forgotten my name.” She sighed. “Which I really hope you haven’t.”

The detector continued its beeping, but the locker room otherwise remained silent. No movement, no shadows. Paulina pouted and lowered the detector in defeat.

And then an echoey voice: “I could never forget your name.”

Paulina gasped and smiled, holding up the detector again and waving it around. “Ghost boy?”

He shimmered into view at last, hovering in the air a few feet in front of her. Danny Phantom, her ghost boy.

“It really is you!” Paulina squealed and skipped up to him. “Oh, I’m so glad it’s you, ghost boy.”

Phantom smiled. “It is me.” He landed on the floor and folded his arms. “But how did you know I was here?”

Paulina leaned in a little closer and sniffed. “You always wear the same cologne. I’d recognize it anywhere.”

Phantom looked down at himself, then back up. “I hope it’s not a bad smell?”

“No, it’s wonderful,” said Paulina. “Very sexy.”

“Oh. Then I’ll keep wearing it.”

“But I had some other help finding you, too.” Paulina held up the ghost detector.

Phantom cocked his head, studying it. “Where did you get that?”

“From a girl I know,” said Paulina. “We used to be friends. Not so much anymore. But you might know her. Her name is Valerie.”

Phantom’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh, Valerie. Okay, so that’s why it was able to pick up on my ecto-signature. It’s not a Fenton gadget.”

“Are you saying a detector made by the Fentons wouldn’t be able to detect you?”

“Yeah. I’ve, uh… Well, they’ve been hunting me for a while, so I’ve been rigging their inventions to not pick up on my ecto-signature.”

“Really?” Paulina smiled. “You’re so smart.”

“It’s actually a friend of mine who does it.” Phantom put a finger to his lips. “But don’t tell them, okay? Our secret.”

“Of course,” said Paulina. “I don’t want them or any other ghost hunters catching you.”

Phantom sighed. “Yeah. Me neither. Believe me.”

“So…” Paulina twirled a lock of her hair. “What exactly are you doing in the girls’ locker room, ghost boy?”

Phantom’s face glowed bright green. “Uh—oh—well, I was kind of dared to come in here.”

“Dared? By who?”

“Just…a friend. The same friend who’s been rigging the Fenton inventions to not detect me.”

“Really?” Paulina raised a brow. “One of the cheerleaders has noticed your presence here several times. Just how many times has he dared you to come in here?”

Phantom looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “I don’t really know how to answer that question without sounding like a total perv.”

Paulina smirked. “Well, then. Maybe you shouldn’t.”

Phantom raised his eyes, still smiling and looking embarrassed.

“But why are you here now?” Paulina gestured around the locker room. “All the girls are gone now. There’s no one for you to see.”

“That’s not true,” said Phantom. “There’s you.”

Paulina smiled and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I mean, I was staying for you,” said Phantom quickly. “I knew you were looking for me, so…so I stayed.” He paused. “I was kind of hoping you’d find me.”

Paulina beamed. “Really?”

“Yeah. Honestly, you’re the only girl here I’m actually interested in.”

“But you’ve seen the other cheerleaders, haven’t you?” Paulina combed through her hair with her fingers. “I mean, I know I’m pretty, but so are they, don’t you think?”

“Well, sure. But they’ve got nothing on you. You’re definitely the prettiest one.”

“Aw, you’re sweet.”

“But listen, you’re, uh…” Phantom cleared his throat. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, right?”

“Hmm.” Paulina looked up at the ceiling. “I guess I can keep your secret.”

Phantom sighed in relief.

“But only because I don’t want anyone thinking less of my ghost boy.” Paulina tapped him on the nose. “But you better not do it again.”

Phantom looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. “I won’t. I promise.”

Paulina placed a hand on her hip, jutting it out seductively. “Because if you really want to see more of me, you just have to ask.”

Phantom took his hand off his neck, his eyes widening. “Wait, really?”

Paulina smirked. “Well, I mean, buy a girl dinner first.”

Phantom laughed. “Well, if I find a restaurant in town that’s willing to serve ghosts, I’ll definitely hit you up for a date.”

“Hopefully I don’t have to wait that long to get you to ask me out,” said Paulina, batting her eyes.

“I still can’t believe you’d even want to go on a date with a guy like me.”

“A guy like you? You mean a ghost?”

“You’re just so out of my league. You really have no idea.”

“Hey, I decide who is and is not in my league. And you’re definitely the coolest and cutest boy I know.”

“I think maybe you’d change your mind if you got to know me better.”

“What makes you say that?”

Phantom folded his arms and looked down, lifting his toes off the floor for a quick second. “Just a hunch.”

He suddenly shivered and sharply exhaled, his breath fogging up in a wispy plume. He scanned the area, turning to look behind him.

“What is it?” asked Paulina.

“There’s a ghost somewhere,” said Phantom, still on alert. “I should probably go and take care of that.”

“I’ll miss you,” said Paulina, giving him her cutest pout.

Phantom chuckled. “Hopefully I’ll see you again real soon.”

He lifted into the air and was about to take off when Paulina stopped him.

“Wait,” said Paulina. “Before you go, where did you get that cologne?”

Phantom furrowed his brow, still hovering above the floor. “My cologne? Why do you ask?”

“Because I’ve smelled it before.”

“Oh? You don’t say.”

“I do say,” said Paulina. “Another boy at this school wears it.”

Phantom’s expression faltered, appearing a little uneasy. “Who?”

“Danny Fenton,” said Paulina. “You know him, don’t you?”

“Uh… I don’t really know him. I mean, I know of him, just because I borrow inventions from his parents sometimes.” Phantom shrugged. “They make good ghost-hunting stuff.”

“Well.” Paulina smiled. “You both have good taste.”

Phantom smiled back, shyly. “Does this mean you’d maybe give him another chance if he asked you out?”

“Hmm.” Paulina brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “Maybe.”

Their gazes locked for a long moment, and Paulina couldn’t help but notice that the shape of Phantom’s eyes reminded her of someone else but she couldn’t place who it could be.

Phantom shivered, his breath fogging up again. “I really have to go.”

Paulina hummed. “Until next time, ghost boy.”

Phantom floated higher and phased up through the ceiling. Paulina stared up after him, sighing and hugging the ghost detector to her chest.

The one and only ghost she was perfectly okay with haunting the girls’ locker room.

#danny phantom #paulina sanchez #valerie gray #pink astronaut #danny/paulina #imekitty writes #prompt writing #ironbloodaika

[chuuyascumsock]

Heyyooo how’ve you been!!! I hopt ur doin okie and stayin safe !

Just saw your reply, AND TO THE PERSON WHO GOT YALL EXTRA HOMEWORK:-DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW-

Oh also i have no idea what that anon who keeps tryna say ur not a lesbian if you like fictional men is getting at…DUDE DO YOU NOT HEAR HOW SILLY YOU SOUND??? I feel the need to direct them to the nearest pond since they keep acting like a silly goose🙄

Also also on the less casual side if things, i may have been having silly werewolf chuuya thoughts….

ALSO ALSO ALSO IM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR CHUUYA VERSE SMUTSSS AHHH THE ENTIRE WEEK’S WORTH HAS BE ABSOLUTELY VIBRATING WITH EXCITEMENTTT i may or may not be dying for day one(good) but that’s besides the point! Please take as much time as you need and want! We’ll still be here waiting like followers in a cult when youre done.(i wanted to make a sorta worshippers in a church analogy but thought the cult one fit better..?? I mean your basically the deity we offer our silly goofy thoughts to sooo yh☺️)

Please hydrate and eat well and keep slaying☺️💅🏻

(Also i thought of maybe trying to leave you some little smutty thoughts every day? Idk youve been so nice i just wanna actually write you something😔 sooo id love to know what you’d want!)

-🧀

How I feel rn after your cult comment (I have a long history of starting cults in the past so I’m glad I haven’t lost my old ways 🥰😋).

But yeah, THAT ASSHOLE GOT US HW EVERYDAY FROM NOW ON I WANTED TO SLAP HIM SILLY. IT’S MUSIC CLASS, HOW DO YOU FUCK UP MUSIC CLASS 😭😭

Fr, as perfectly said by my bestie Pissbutt, I’m a fake straight and a real lesbian 😍

WEREWOLF CHUUYA⁉️ YOU’RE A MONSTER FUCKER, OH MY GOD— EW, DISGUSTING, GRO— Me too, drop the thoughts 👀 (The amount of past interests I have are wild, everything I will always be unfazed 👹).

I’m actually excited for the week of smuts too, I already have an outline and plot for all of them. I think my favorite ones rn I’m REALLY looking forward to are the Detective and University Student Chuuya ones cause I have a surprise for the Detective one. Y’all say the Voyeurism tag, right? 🤭

I HOPE YOU EAT PROPER MEALS AND SOME SNACKIES (and stay hydrated with that h2hoe 😫).

(You’re so sweet, you don’t have to leave smutty thoughts everyday, I also accept crack, fluff, and angst too if you have any of those. But if you want to, you absolutely can, but don’t feel obligated cause Ik burnout hits sometimes when thought vomiting a bunch of ideas lol.)

(And you think I’m nice 🥺? Good, my online personality is working 😈)

#casual asks

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Since this is my first post on this blog, I figured I’d layout some basic information about who I am as a fan and what this blog will be about. This will be a pinned post. (If I can figure out how to do that. I’ve been a Tumblr vet of 13 or 14 years, well before pinned posts were a thing. And if there’s one thing tumblrinas are, it’s stubborn as all hell and resistant to change. So I’ve never made a pinned post before.) I’m sorry it’s so long; I’m a rambler. But let’s jump into it. 

My basic, core text for my Loki fan-hood, my Gospel of Loki religion, if you will, at least in the comics and what I’m always trying to assimilate into the MCU and any other comics that I read is Loki: Agent of Asgard by Al Ewing, which started its run in 2013. That’s probably where I get most of my theories and headcanons and how I characterize Loki. So if you’re confused about something I’m stating as a fact, it’s probably because it’s something I got from Agent of Asgard, especially when I’m talking about Loki as a comic book character rather than in the MCU. Regardless of who wrote the comic that I’m talking about or if what I’m referencing was even in AoA at all, I’m probably stacking it against how Loki is characterized in that comic run. Though I will try to state that that’s where I’m getting that theory or assumption about Loki. 

Regardless of what source, even if I’m talking about the mythological Norse deity, it doesn’t matter, Loki is genderfluid (in my definition of the term as a genderfluid person, not the MCU’s definition of the term and in some cases not even the comics’ definition of the term) and either bisexual or pansexual. I usually say pan, but people are saying bi in terms of the MCU. The thing is, I don’t think we ever really get an explicit statement about one or the other for him. What we do get in the comics is him saying that on Asgard, there are sexual acts, not sexual identities. So he doesn’t even see himself as having a sexual identity, it’s just who he’s attracted to at any given time. So really it could go either way. Additionally, I tend to use he/him or they/them pronouns when talking about Loki unless I’m specifically referencing a moment in the comics (or one of my fics) when Loki is a woman, just because most of the time in anything (movies, tv shows, novels, comics) Loki seems to be presenting as a man. (He’s also said in the comics that any pronouns are fine whenever.)

I ship Loki with a lot of characters, both MCU and characters as yet exclusive to comics or Marvel-commissioned novels. However, I tend to ship him with a lot more guys than women. I do also ship him with one little known genderfluid character (I’ll probably talk about them in another post and why I ship them with him). This doesn’t mean I’m against him being with a girl. I just think that he has this running habit both in the comics and as we’ve seen a little bit on the show (and Mackenzi Lee’s Where Mischief Lies), where he chooses women who turn on him almost immediately. And I’m tired of it. Maybe I’ll get into that a little more in a later post (they say, continuing to make promises they likely can’t keep), about the juxtaposition between the men that I ship him with or that he canonically gets with for a little while and how they treat him versus the women that he is--because of the heteronormative world we live in--more often canonically together with, and how they tend to treat him. 

Which leads me to state, I am a Sylki anti. I’m sorry to those of you who may ship that (assuming there’s anyone who’s going to be looking at this blog). I won’t tag any of my hate, but it may come up in searches sometimes, when you aren’t searching the tag but mentions of the word, so sorry, I can’t control that. I’m not a selfcest shipper in general (with the small exception of Moon Knight, but that’s a conversation for a blog I’m not going to make). I’m not a Sylvie hater, though. I just hate the ship. I love Sylvie and would die for her and she’s perfect and can do no wrong, except for that one time she kissed Loki. Also I absolutely do think that Loki would fuck himself in a heartbeat, I just don’t want to see it and I don’t ship it. I probably won’t talk about it too much, unless I’m ranting about the show being so no-homo that they created selfcest. But again, I will never tag my hate; I’m not looking for a fight and that shit’s just petty. Don’t do it, guys.

So this blog itself will be a variety of things: rank lists, essays because I have a lot to say about this character (and right now I’ve been forcing my best friend to deal with all my feelings), photos and descriptions of my collection (because I recently put it all together in its own spot and I have a lot of shit and it just keeps growing because I cannot help myself), plugs for my Loki fics (I’m very nervous about going online and saying “I wrote this, please read it” but then I go on AO3 like “Why is nobody reading this? :(((” so this is the place I’m going to try to do that sometimes), as well as anything else Loki related that I feel like talking about. I might reblog some things I find elsewhere, but it’s not likely, at least not at the beginning. I’ll also do my best to source anything that isn’t mine. 

[sea-dukes-assistant]

To reply to the last anon who talked about misogyny in the fandom (who was totally right) here’s my add on to the take.

I’ve always felt like being a man in the royal family would be so easy because you can wear the same 5 or 6 different suits and no one will bat an eye. You don’t have to come up with a new stylish on trend but “age appropriate” inventive outfit, a full face of professional looking makeup, freshly blown out hair, and a perfect nude pink manicure every time you step outside of the house while managing to walk in 4 inch heels while your 8 months pregnant. You don’t have to worry about getting berated for wearing the same outfit over and over and not being “fashionable” and you don’t have to worry about getting bitched at for constantly buying new clothes. Harry was at one point wearing the shittiest oldest beat up shoes and other than like here, in close quarters within the fandom I feel like no one really talked about it at all but if his wife, sister in law or granny had dry cuticles or something tiny like that I’d bet good money we would’ve seen zoomed in microscopic pictures everywhere of them and people bitching about how the royal women are unkept and need a manicure, let alone if they wore busted up heels.

Speaking of Harry, he goes idk years or some shit looking unkept as fuck grooming wise sometimes in military uniform and no one says anything but his wife doesn’t wear a hat to an engagement, has a rough hair day as a result and she’s still getting berated for it a few years later and the whole time Harry’s hair looks like a sucked fuzzy mango but nearly no snark there. His wife doesn’t wear tailored clothes and yes to be honest it looks less than great but I can almost swear he wore some poorly tailored suits a time or two and.... nearly nothing.

I’m a person who has my own personal reservations about Meghan (and Harry) and that whole situation but people need to be fucking for real when not noticing the double standard that they imposed on Meghan and still impose on Kate. Williams not going to sleep with you, neither is Harry. Someone’s probably going to jump 4 inches deep in my butt crack for “defending” Meghan but I’m not defending her at all, like *at all* just pointing out that her husband did the same shit if not worse for a decade or more before Meghan came on the scene and they all wanted to hop into bed with him.

Also, Catherine gets shit on for wearing “dowdy” coat dresses but if you do try to be different in your royal fashion you will get bullied online for it for years. see: Beatrice and Eugenies hats at William and Catherine’s wedding. People don’t understand because of royal dress code (*not protocol, for the love of sugar, spice and everything nice it’s not protocol*) there’s only so many new and exciting things you can do with your fashion without becoming a walking model and fashionista which is not what being a royal lady is about.

Kindly, everyone needs to stop caring about if a royal family member who happens to be a woman has worn those heels before and start focusing on the causes that she’s trying to draw attention to. People are big time missing the point of a working monarchy.

I’m sorry for the even longer rant, just a woman in the royal fandom who proceeds to also not get the internalized misogyny.

This, I think, sums up the fandom in this aspect.

Something that has irked me is that this fandom has mantained a "men's fashun is booooorrring" attitude because one guy really likes blue. Meanwhile, Sir is over here wearing professionally tailored suits that usually look good as fuck (he's had times where this hasn't been the case), with the occasional novelty tie that relates to the place he's visiting/activity he's doing (pandas for WWF for example) but nobody wants to speak on his fashun because "ew, man." He has literally been declared Britain's best dressed man more than once but no, that doesn't count.

ALSO. YES. Thank you for addressing Harry's avoidance of combs and inability to dress himself. I swear he just puts on the least wrinkled shirt in the pile on the floor...right after getting out of bed. It's bothered me on a professional level that he does not shave while in uniform, because only the Royal Navy allows beards. He wants to make his service his personality at any event he can, but refuses to shave ergo not being in proper uniform. Because of course he gets a pass from (at the time) granny because oh my god, if he didn't he'd throw an entire tantrum like "MY MOM DIED WHEN I WAS 12 I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO IGNORE THE REGULATIONS I KNOW VERY WELL THE ARMY HAS REGARDING FACE HAIR. I'M SPESHUL! OH MY GOD THE TRAUMA." I used to bring this up myself but, as usual, got told to shut the fuck up and that "regulations don't matter." Me, an active duty Sailor:

#this has been Discourse™ I never expected in my inbox