#thoughts?? share thoughts?? uwu?? if you want?? if that's cool??

[viviennelamb]

What do you think is the goal behind women talking so much about "purity culture?" I try to avoid feminist discussion in general now but I occasionally see this topic brought up, and they usually equate loving purity/wanting to be pure with pedophilia or something similar ( I recently saw someone say "purity culture is rape culture.") I seriously doubt it would ever happen, but I like the idea of getting to be in an actually loving relationship with a women who values the same things as me. I don't seek it out becauce there's no point in doing that, it's more of a "it would be cool if this happened" thing. But when they say things like this, it makes me feel like I'm wrong or perverted for seeing purity as a positive trait in a partner.

These are my thoughts: I see grown women put on that fake mask of purity that's meant to attract men's attention (and sometimes women's bc I've seen lesbians have these kinks) towards them. One of the more obvious examples: the whole pink ribbon coquette "I'm an innocent little submissive bunny uWu" thing they do. And oc these women obviously adore pedophilia and want to roleplay having their innocence stolen again. They don't have it anymore so they have to play pretend to reach physical excitement, which is why these kinks exist in the first place. But then "purity culture" is blamed for these people finding purity sexually exciting, like it's some made-up concept, when that's literally what sex is- degrading someone else by using their body for a high. The more innocent someone is, the more degrading (aka exciting) the sex is for, therefore innocence is sexually beguiling to most people whether they admit it or not.

I've seen that the "sex-critical but not anti-sex" crowd hates people using different scenarios to act out degredation and referencing the predator/prey dymanic of sex through kink, bdsm, etc. But they think sex is fine as long as they don't overtly acknowledge that what they're doing is degrading or an exchange of power. Like an "out of sight, out of mind" thing. So they draw very random and rigid lines around what sex is okay and what sex isn't, and what isn't okay is anything that takes them out of the lovey-dovey lie they tell themselves and reminds them of what's really getting them off. To me there's something even more predatory about these people, because even if the kind of lust they engage in is less violent/extreme, they're incredibly manipulative about their intentions. Their whole shtick about sex being an "expression of love" is the most coercive thing ever.

Everyone in the world seeks to consume purity and people only ever encouraged purity as a temporary measure in one's goal of finding "the one." Like a virgin distribution system, it's about everyone getting to their fair share of innocence to taint, not about loving innocence itself. That is the real "purity culture", but instead of defending purity they think the solution to this problem is to just pretend purity is a made up concept. They decide to blame it all on a toxic ideology instead of being honest about reality, just like they do with every other problem in the world. Like if you simply decide to think about an action in a different way, that somehow changes the action being wrong. They decide that purity doesn't exist and that lust isn't harmful, which gives them the freedom to go about life feeding on innocence guilt-free, degrading themselves and others but believing they're morally superior than people who are more upfront about why they do what they do. I hope this makes sense and I'm not just writing in circles, I know why their logic is flawed in my head but I'm bad at piecing my thoughts together in a coherent way for others.

Also this is random but I had to share: The most hilarous thing I ever saw in my radfem tumblr days was a post telling you how to suck dick without it being patriarchal and degrading. As if you can take away the inherent degredation of stuffing one's face with some man's dick. It said to not kneel, to not stare up at him in the eyes like pornstars do, and to not go far back enough to gag. Sex pest logic: "It's natural and there's nothing wrong with it, just don't look him in the eye while you do it or it's degrading."

I've heard of the “purity is perversion” thing, and they're jealous. Women want to be attractive to everybody, even if they're not attracted to that individual, so they create think pieces on why they should be included in other people's dating pools, how beauty standards should change, etc. Now Twomen are engaging in the same behavior saying that you're a bigot if you're not attracted to them.

Even though 99.9% of people want an impure partner, they talk about purity way too often for it to not be an envy-based concern. Purity is the only trait that matters in a partner, everything else falls into place after that. If purity isn't the foundation for a relationship, that's when people get into these weird and oddly specific traits that don't really matter because they truth is they'd screw anything with a pulse. And they do.

When people fake like purity, they want the image of purity projected, but if you're actually pure, that makes them insecure and run for the hills because your standards are too high to live up to. And you won't fuck them, of course.

Sex-addicts also delude themselves into believing that “having sex through your heart” or “having sex with your brain” purifies their act, which is why they're so impressed with themselves when they speak like this. I can't believe I have to say this, but you can only have sex with your genitals. There's no purifying or romanticizing sex—it's for the painfully horrifying ordeal of self-sacrificial procreation. If people want to deny this, fine, but I don't want to hear them complain about rape and pedophilia. You don't get to justify sex for yourself, then criticize how other people have sex and who they have it with.

Most people are pedophiles. This goes much deeper than an orgasm, it's a state of consciousness, and it's the most evil form of it. The world isn't the way it is for no reason, the thoughts of the population materializes, which the news sheds a light on hourly. People think the news is cherry-picking to sow doom and gloom, but the news is actually very sanitized and is vastly underreporting on reality, saving airtime for the most deplorable cases.

If you want to find a genuine person, they won't have a reputation to uphold. People with reputations are manipulators. Individuals who know they're evil welcome bad karma and get off on their misfortune and the decay of their body. They're not only sadistic, but also put themselves through the ringer for sexual gratification. These are beings who intentionally contract STDs, and spread them, will burn themselves and others, put themselves in situations to get raped and rape others. Fake good people believe they're victims, even though they engage in the same behavior as overtly evil people because they engage in the New Age religion of “just think of it differently, and you will dodge karma!” You can't dodge the self-made structure of your brain.

To the ordinary person, purity culture is having to actually apply their philosophies to everyday life. If you're speaking to a feminist separatist who says she hates men, but then you point out that she has a boyfriend, she will call you a purist for expecting her to abide by the values she says she has. Purity culture isn't only about sex, it's about actually being who you say you are. This is where impurity and the split mind come into play, most people cannot reconcile reality with what is going on in their head, which is the basis of all mental illnesses.

If you call a slut a slut, you're being rude, but if you call a slut an innocent angel, she will become gleeful even though she doesn't fit the criteria. The ordinary person is begging to be lied to, and then they get upset when they get played. People love poetic whores for this reason. The individual's lack of self-awareness is why they are taken advantage of repeatedly. This level of naivety has clarified that the cabal does need to deploy mind control, as most are not interested in controlling their minds. The primary way people are controlled is through their senses. When I see people with zero discipline write pieces on how they abuse their senses in this never-heard-of-unique way even though it's very mediocre, as if they have any autonomy, it's kinda funny. Just like the essing dee example you gave.

The “think of x differently” mindset is exactly what false religions are about and how dogma springs up. If somebody is consistently having sex, their consciousness is at that level. It doesn't matter how intelligent they project themselves to be, people who are actually smart aren't popular & can see through their facade. If you're popular yet, claim to speak the truth, that's a contradictory statement. One must lie, pander and grift in some manner, or they're stupidly reinventing the wheel to gain traction in this world.

Although I absolutely despise evil, I'd rather deal with an overt devil than the covert one. The ones who openly brag about their disgusting nature and don't try to justify themselves, but these individuals are relatively rare. Overt psychopaths are the ones women hate because women are covert psychopaths who are terrified of men who make no effort to hide their true nature. This is because women like to be warmed up to the sexophile's vulturine nature slowly, then claim victimhood. Women as a collective hate the truth because women lie that much.

The language people use is indicative of their true nature. It's a sign of how versed they are in grooming, manipulation and “lovebombing." Convoluted, confusing and flowery language is meant to romanticize degeneracy. Predators are predictable, but people with smooth brains will always be easy prey. Oh well, survival of the fittest, right?

The majority of the world is still illiterate, and most of the people who can read do so at a 2nd grade level (and that is dwindling according to what these teachers are saying). So to even have good enough karma to read yet waste one's eyesight on garbage is a personal choice. What you're saying is literally incomprehensible to everybody. Realistically, there is only a small portion of the world this information is available to, a lecture room of people who can comprehend it and a handful who will actually apply it. Still worth it for those who are genuinely suffering, so any truth you can speak is infinitesimally useful.

Eating genitals is no different than drinking piss and eating shit. These are dog-people who are only one step away from eating plated feces as a delicacy, which is why westerners are projected to eat bugs soon. We're seeing more and more people with veneers for a reason. It's not just to get a Hollywood Smile. I would talk about this more, but 120 Days of Sodom demonstrates Satan Consciousness well enough. These beings are not human but take on the appearance of such. Actual humans are at least aware of their souls and demonstrate discipline and decorum. Animals are at the will of their base urges.

#if you haven't gotten outsmarting the ego yet you'd like it #ask

[pigeonwit]

in response 2 your last post w the ten & jack video. i think it would please you 2 know that in my doctor who au, jack is in fact captain jack & davey is the doctor <3

HELL yes... oh my god yes. isn't that such a perfect dynamic for them to have? the man who can't die and the oncoming storm? jack who marches through history out of obligation and davey who flies through time and space out of simple curiosity? davey who doesn't want to go and jack who wonders why he can't? it's so good. it's SO good.

#thoughts?? share thoughts?? uwu?? if you want?? if that's cool?? #this is eating me alive. doctor who au. love it. #OHHH and it'd be so easy to incorporate regeneration by using all the different davey actors!!!! #going from david moscow to ben fankhauser to jacob kemp to stephen michael langton to ryan kopel to damon gould... #oh this is so cool im excited now #newsies #ask #undescribed1mage

[pinejayy]

hii, if you accept request, can you do some headcanons (nsfw or sfw) for kokushibo? <3

sure thing! I hope you enjoy these uwu

sfw and nsfw headcanons of six eye daddy // I really hope I did a decent job because oof I’ve never written for him or read any fics of him so 🥹

Kokushibo Headcanons

SFW

Honestly you should be lucky to be dating him, he’s Upper Moon One and you’re nothing but dirt to him. But he will warm up to you eventually. And when he does he’ll protect you considering how weak he sees you.

He doesn’t trust the other Upper Moons around you. Especially Douma. He’s afraid if he leaves you with him he’s gonna find you dead or that you’ll leave him for him…

And as for the other Upper Moons he would trust Akaza and Nakime the most. Hantengu would probably annoy you with his crying and he sees Gyokko as a creep so that’s a no.

He’s super jealous!! He doesn’t appreciate when you’re talking to a other being. And if you were to smile at someone or let out a giggle he’ll kill that person. But he won’t let you know.

But in reality he’s a quite Demon, he prefers to keep to himself but since you came into his life he loves sharing secrets with you. You guys can talk for hours, enjoying each other’s company.

Please cuddle him, he appreciate it. And as you cuddle him please play with his hair. He melt to your touch.

Also please braid his hair. He’ll love the feeling of it.

When he is around you he has to be careful, he doesn’t want to hurt you with his strength.

He loves to lay down on his bed while you’re laying on top of him. He’ll hold you close, he’s never been this happy and grateful to have a lover considering he’s a ruthless demon.

He’s lucky to have you because he thinks that you deserve better. Why would you choose him? He could literally kill you at any given moment.

He’s also sadden that he’ll out live you, but he could turn you into a demon but he’s afraid that if you do become a demon you’ll forget him.

Long walks in the woods during the night time. Imagine holding his hand. These long walks would consist in him giving you a piggy back ride.

If he’s had a stressful day you either give him his space so he can cool off or you could hold him and talk to him until he’s calm down. Depending on how pissed off he is.

Loves bringing you gifts. He mostly steals them but it’s the thought that counts. Also brings you a lot of flowers.

He hardly says “I love you” but he does love you, it’s just hard for him to show it.

NSFW

Oh boy! Honestly both Douma and Akaza stress him out with their constant fighting so when he’s pissed off about that he’ll take it on you.

He’s either going to fuck you until you can’t walk for the next week or so. Or he’ll make you get on your knees and take his cock down your throat.

He loves receiving blow jobs from you. He loves the sight of your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock. “Yeah that’s right take my cock darling!”

And you better swallow unless you prefer swallowing your own blood.

Please dress up in lingerie, it will drive him crazy. He’s gonna rip it up but he’ll love seeing you all dolled up for him.

Loves being the top!! He’ll be bottom for special occasions.

Missionary is his favorite sex position. He wants to watch your eyes roll behind your head. He wants to watch you moan.

He loves eye contact and as he’s pumping his juices inside of you he’ll tell you. “Look at me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

“Which ones!” You would moan out.

He would stop for a moment and look at you. It’s dead quite. You’re lucky that he loves you because if he didn’t he would have snapped your neck.

DIRTY TALK!! “Oh you’re naughty, I can smell how turned on you are.”

He loves teasing you. He loves touching your sensitive areas, and since he knows your body so well he knows how to make you cry out and beg for him to plow you.

He enjoys marking you. So that would consist in hickeys, bite marks and scratch marks. And if you were to show them off and not cover them up he’ll appreciate it. Everyone should know who you belong too.

You should consider in investing into a wheelchair because he’ll fuck the stupid outta of you. And our six eye boi is a big package.

#kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #headcanons #reader insert #x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #smut #kny

[chiharuhashibira]

Could I please request reader grinding against Giyu’s thighs please

I crave that please uwu 😩🥹

YES~ I would love to write about Giyu @pinejayy

Ughhhh~ I wanna write this one-shot so baddd and now I have the time so buckle up your seatbelts...

Here's the Giyu train~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

But of course my babes, before I continue this...

MINORS DNI!

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

Content Warnings: Matured Themes/NSFW/Curse Words/Aggressive Giyu/Penetration/Round 2

NOTE: AGAIN, Minors. Do. Not. Interact.

(All images are not mine)

As Giyu Tomioka's tsugoku, you need to keep your cool around him. But honestly, the Water Hashira takes your breath away. His fine movements always made you wonder if he'd be great on be—

You stopped yourself before your thoughts drifted away again. You're attracted to the Water Hashira, as he was one of the finest and greatest demon slayers out there. But then, you can't show that easily. Even if your mission with him is done, if he sees you not focused, surely he'll be disappointed.

Giyu is silent, as always, as he settles down in the room, placing his sword gently on the table at the corner of the room. You also did it, assuming that, like you do with other demon slayers, you'd share a room with him. You looked at the Water Hashira in disbelief because he was astounded by your actions. It was the first time that both of you had a mission together, so you never knew if he had some rules or whatnot.

"You're sharing a room with me?" He asked with a surprised tone. You blinked in confusion and looked at him. "I guess? That's what we usually do, Tomioka-san. Unless there's a special rule that comes if your mission is with a Hashira?" You said firmly.

He just shrugged his shoulders, and that made you annoyed. He was the one who asked you to be his tsugoku, as you were trying to be Lord Tengen's. Yes, you wanted to learn Sound Breathing at first but this enigmatic man convinced you to learn Water Breathing instead.

He was nicer before, asking you how have you been but now, Giyu treats you coldly—colder than how he treats Shinobu—and that bothered you.

That's it... I'm so done with this.

"Do you hate me?" You asked, making him shoot a surprised glance at you. If looks can kill, you're definitely dead right now.

"I can't fathom why these thoughts bother you at all." He finally spoke up, crossing his arms and facing you completely.

"If I were Lord Tengen's tsugoku, he wouldn't just shrug me off. Surely he would make me feel like I'm one of the greatest tsugokus out there."

It was too late when you realised that what you said was too much. You gulped as the Water Hashira's eyebrow creased in frustration. He walked towards you, taking you aback. "T–Tomioka-san, sorry, I didn't—"

Your words were cut off as he suddenly wrapped his hand around your neck, tightening it but not too much to kill you. That made your eyes widen, and tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You tried to push him away but he caught your hand, squeezing it tight.

"What attention do you want to receive? This?"

You felt like you were drowning in the sound of your heartbeats as Giyu's lips smashed against yours, aggressively kissing you as he pinned you on the wall. All your strength slowly ebbed out of your body as he held your hands above your head and his kisses became sloppier.

Tomioka pulled out, looking at you with lust in his eyes. You gulped as your body betrayed you. You love what Tomioka does to you right now.

"I bet the Sound Hashira won't be able to make you feel this special with his three wives around him."

"Tomioka-san—"

"You'll never know how I kept my calm with you, Y/N. But fuck! You're trying my patience!"

That was the first time you saw Giyu unleash his frustrations, and it shocked you. But the Water Hashira took this as an opportunity to carry you down the futon, making you straddle his thighs. You tried to protest, but the man slammed his lips against yours once again, squeezing your ass over your skirt.

The adrenaline surged through your body, causing you to moan as you began to kiss him back. You slowly felt him get hard as you slowly grinded on his clothed thighs. Giyu pulled your hair back and started kissing your neck, using his other hand to unbutton your uniform.

"Do you want this?" He said it through his kisses. You knew that his biting and sucking on your neck would leave a mark on your skin, but you didn't care. "Y-Yes... Tomioka-san... I want this!"

He stopped kissing you for a moment, and for the first time in your life, you saw a smile on his lips. But that immediately faded as he pulled you closer once again, moaning in your mouth as you grinded your hips against his thighs.

With your underwear wet with your passion, you slowly wrapped your arms around Giyu's head as he buried his face between your exposed breasts, licking and sucking on the sensitive nipples.

"G-Giyu..." His first name rolled smoothly off your tongue, which made him chuckle. "Calling me... *kiss* by... mmm *sucks on your left nipples and gropes your right breast* my first name... now huh?" He said, biting your nipple a bit—enough to make you moan louder than earlier and squirm on his thighs.

He slowly worked his way through your underwear, pulling them down so you could feel him more. You moaned as your wet pussy finally grinded on his clothed thighs. It's so good, but you bet that his skin would feel better.

You aggressively rubbed your wet pussy against his thighs, moaning between his kisses and chuckles. And with a blink of an eye, you felt the familiar churn in your stomach, and you finally almost screamed, "F-Fuck! I'm cumming,"  when Giyu covered your mouth and gave you a smile as you grinded on his thighs faster.

"Cum for me, Y/N... You're so good." He gave you a sly smile, looking at your eyes with oozing lust in them. "You've always been a good girl, Y/N. Great at fights, great as my tsugoku, and of course, perfect to be fucked on my bed. You've always made me proud, baby."

The man gave you compliments that sounded so seductive that you never expected to hear them from him. That aroused you more, and you finally bit your lip, held tight to his shoulder, and locked eyes with the Water Hashira.

"Ahhhhh~" You finally said, as your pussy throbbed in pleasure as you rubbed it against his thighs. When the waves calmed down in you, Tomioka placed you beside him, looking at you with such intense eyes.

"You've come already. How about me?" He said it so casually that it made you blush. Tomioka's head was resting on his hand as he looked at you with building lusts in his eyes. You looked back at him once again and saw how wonderful he was against the rays of the moonlight.

You were so drowning in passion that you kissed his hand, which was reaching out to touch your cheeks. Tomioka suddenly went over you, slowly undressing you as he showered your body in kisses.

"I'm not *kiss* as showy as Uzui-san *sucks on your neck* but if *massages your titties* you have told me *kisses your lips* that it bothers— haaaah~"

As you slid your hand inside his pants and felt his hardened cock between your palms, he was caught off guard. "Fuck... just like that..." He said as he pulled his pants down and lifted your skirt. You felt his hot cock against your stomach as he removed your shirt and tossed it aside.

He stopped kissing you for a moment and looked into your eyes once more.

"If you only told me that it bothers you, I would've shown you how special you are to me."

"Tomioka-san..."

"And you wouldn't even think that Uzui-san would treat you better. Because I know I can treat you the best, as my tsugoku and as my girl." He said with his voice sounding so confident.

"I didn't mean to say that..." You blushed, ashamed of what you had said earlier. You know how nice Giyu is, but it's just that you're not happy with his coldness.

"Do you really want this?"

He asked politely, caressing your cheek as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit. You can't help but squirm with the stimulation. The Water Hashira's next question definitely triggered your fuck-me mode once more.

"Would you like to cum with me, Y/N?"

"Y-yes please. Fuck me hard, Giyu. I'm fucking thirsty for you~."

The Water Hashira spread your legs and finally entered you. A moan of pleasure escaped both of your mouths in unison as Giyu buried his face in the crook of your neck as he felt how tight you were.

You held tightly on his shoulders as he buried himself deeper, making you almost scream in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/N. Is this your first time?" He asked in a whisper as he soothed you with a kiss on the lips. "Yes..." you said, making him chuckle. "I want to tell you that I'll be gentle, but you pissed me off earlier. But I'll definitely make this feel good, love."

The nickname he gave you made you bite your lip, and as you did so, Giyu finally managed to enter you completely, filling your pussy with his hot and warm cock.

He slid in and out of you, making your breasts move up and down with his motion. Giyu savoured this as he licked your sensitive nipples, moaning loudly as he did so, causing you to nearly cum once more.

But whenever you feel your peak, Giyu will slow down and kiss your lips, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, which leaves you a happy loser as he wins over and over.

Giyu's hands wandered over your body, touching every crevice that he never imagined reaching. "You're mine." He said this as he fucked you so hard that you were on the verge of passing out in pleasure. The first time he did it, when he heard the most erotic sound coming from your lips, he repeatedly hit the sweet spot in you.

As quiet as he is in fights, Giyu's definitely a moaner in bed. With his sexy groans and raspy voice coming to your senses, you can't help but feel like you don't want this to end.

"Mmmm~ Giyu almost there!"

With this, the Water Hashira felt the warmth building up on his stomach as well. The dam will break soon, and you're happy to be flooded by it. "Me too, love..."

He said as his thrusts became quicker and deeper, making you moan harder in pleasure. As he fucked you harder, Giyu lifted your legs and placed them on his clothed shoulders. He held on to your waist and kissed your lips so passionately.

"Ahhhh!" You shouted in unison, as both of you hadn't been able to stop yourselves from doing so because of too much pleasure. His cum filled your pussy and you definitely loved it.

Giyu passed out over you, feeling his strength ooze out of his body. You embraced him and buried your face on his shoulders.

"Sorry for what I said earlier... I'm just frustrated because... I like you." You said you were still feeling guilty about what you did. "I'm sorry too for not showing you how much I appreciate you. I really like you too, Y/N." He whispered back, making your heart jump inside your chest.

Giyu finally looked into your eyes, giving you a smile. "But at least now I know how I will show you how proud I am of you."

You blushed at his words; you clearly know what he's implying.

The night ended with you kissing and fucking over and over again. At least you also know now how the Water Hashira performs on bed. You love it, and you definitely look forward to it again.

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𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚?

As a Giyu's girl, I crave this too soooo thanks again for requesting @pinejayy☺️

I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. YES I DID ENJOY WRITING GIYU SMUT HAHAHA My gosh, the man's so hot. I can't contain it anymore XD

And I am definitely lucky to find those pics on Google, so shout out to the owner XD It boosted my imagination! HAHAH!

Anyways, that's it for now. 💓 Feel free to request anything ^^ Also, check out my chaptered fic, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔) as more surprises will come soon~

NOTE: AGAIN, Minors. Do. Not. Interact.

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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[kakujis]

sweet like cinnamon;

warnings: afab!reader, established relationship, blood kink, dacryphilia, soft!yan baji, pet names(baby, kitten, pretty girl), mentions of stalking and violence.

summary: baji would rather u stay home for the weekend and sinks his teeth in when you don't.♡

wc: 2.8k, not proofread per usual

an: here's my entry for @saecore's dc collab! this was so much fun!!!! honestly... i couldn't bring myself to write a mean!baji cus i think he's actually really really sweet as yan uwu. he's only a lil mean. just a bit. one of these days i'll write out the super mean baji of my dreams but not today!!!

when keisuke baji finally managed to have you in the palm of his hand, he thought that he had it all. finally, after years of trying he could keep you all to himself. but he realized quite quickly that he still wasn’t your very first priority. 

“it’s just a little weekend trip kei, i’ll be back by monday!” you had told him, exasperated. you ignored his grumbling, continuing to pack your things. it was a small two day get together with your friends that you hadn’t seen since you started college. sure, most people spend summer break with their significant other, but the two of you had the rest of the season together. a measly two days couldn’t hurt. that’s what you thought anyway, but your boyfriend kept grumbling disagreements, noting that he had been missing you too. 

through many kisses and sweet words you managed to convince him. “keisuke,” you mumbled against his lips, “i promise we’ll spend the rest of summer together, okay?” 

and he had agreed, head stuck in the heat of the moment as the two of you grinded against each other. he was still agreeing, minutes later, when he was buried to the hilt within you, drowning in the whimpers of his name. even when you two were finished, his softening cock still inside you, he agreed. 

so why was he so fucking angry? don’t fall back into bad habits, keisuke. he thought, pacing around your shared apartment. he was different now, he had you, he didn’t need to follow you around anymore. he was done stalking through alleyways to beat anyone within an inch of their life if they so much as looked at you. you were safe as long as he was around. ah, that’s the problem isn’t it? that he wasn’t going to be around on your little trip. 

it had been exactly 12 hours since you had left that morning. “see you later, baby!” you pressed your lips to his cheek, before you ran off waving. he watched how excited you were, jumping into your friend’s car. something about it made his hand twitch and his heart hurt. maybe he was reaching his limit. 

was it really not enough for him just to be your boyfriend? he knew, deep down, it wasn’t. he wanted to keep you safe within his grasp. did you even think about how dangerous it’d be at night? 

“keii, please, it’s a cabin… it’s safe.” you whined out  the night before, “besides.. i’ll be with my friends!” he shot you a look, irritated and unbelieving, because really that was your best excuse? you quickly  responded, “and i’ll even text you when i get there!” 

you kept your promise, the familiar ding! in his pocket alerting him that you got there safely. he had tried to distract himself earlier today, heading over to chifuyu’s place to hang out for the day. his friend tried to reason with him, you were having fun with your friends. he likened it to when toman would get together, since everyone became so busy with their lives they never had time to meet up. but baji liked toman. he didn’t like your friends that took up your time away from him. maybe it was insecurity, the fact that he couldn’t hurt them the way he hurt others, you’d be sad and he doesn’t want that. but the less you responded to his texts the more antsy he got. 

so antsy that he was driving straight to your location on his bike. it would’ve been a nice night ride, the breeze cool on his face, if  his adrenaline wasn’t going haywire, if the blood in his ears wasn’t pumping wildly with this sickly sticky feeling caught in his chest. 

it was a quiet, cozy sight. cabins set in nice manicured rows with dimly lit porch lights. honestly, maybe he should rent one of these out and take you up here himself. sticking his hands in his pockets, he silently moved across the site til he came across your cabin. now he just had to find you. 

peering through the open back window, making a mental note to scold you later, he saw you. laid there on the bed, flat on your stomach, feet up in the air and giggling as you sent “sorry for the late response,” texts. you were cute, wearing a shirt way too big for you, which was obviously keisuke’s, and pajama shorts. 

alright, you’re safe and settled. there’s no reason for him to stay any longer and yet he’s climbing in through your window. the inherent need to be with you over taking any earlier self doubts. he strides over and covers your mouth before you can scream, your body half turned from the noise of his boots hitting the floor. 

he lets go of you, and you fall limp on the bed as he moves over to lock the door. you stare at your boyfriend as he analyzes your room, checking the door knob, the lock, even crouching down to see if the planks were loose. with your eyes wide and mouth agape, you’re sure that if your jaw could’ve hit the ground it would’ve. 

“keisuke, what the fuck?” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down. he glances at you, confusion etching across his face. 

“whatcha mean kitten? i’m just checking up on you.” he says, climbing back up to sit on your bed. there’s concern lacing through his face, even a small pout since that wasn’t really the reception he wanted. 

“by breaking into my room? you couldn’t have like, called me or something?” you sit up now, legs crossed as you face him. there’s… no way he doesn’t see an issue with this, right? you scan his face, looking for anything, something that would indicate he knew this was… strange. 

but he doesn’t see an issue at all, too focused on trailing your body, the way his shirt just barely covers over your thighs, soft and plush and so inviting. something in his eyes changes, something dark and needy. he rests a hand on your thigh, before leaning closer, nose nuzzling yours. 

it’s annoying how easy you crumble to him, already whimpering as his hand traces delicate circles on your thigh. you try your best to resist, leaning back on your elbows as he inches towards you, but eventually you’re trapped underneath him with your head up against the headboard. 

“just missed you s’all,” he breathes, pressing soft kisses to your jawline. “what about you pretty girl? you miss me?” his hand trails up further, pressing up against your clothed cunt. 

you suck in a breath, “i-it hasn’t even been a day, kei.” you shouldn’t give in, you should ignore him for doing this and yet you’re already slightly grinding into his hand that’s slipped it’s way into your shorts, your clit caught between his fingers. 

“don’t care,” he drawls, moving down to lick a stripe up your neck. he latches on, sucking a bright red hickey onto your skin. you mewl as two thick fingers enter you, massaging your gummy walls. he uses his other hand to push your shirt up, palming at one of your tits.

“off.” he commands, pulling off slightly to give you some room. he watches your shaky hands, continuing to roll his fingers into your dripping cunt, stretching you open, as you pull the fabric off over your head. he taps at your shorts with his other hand, one brow raised when you hesitate and suddenly you’re scramble to take those off as well, struggling with his hand working in and out of you. you bite back a particularly loud moan when you bring your knees up to slip your shorts off, feeling his fingers press in just a little deeper than before. 

there’s something different about his demeanor tonight, something that he just can’t shake. so he finds purchase on your neck again and you gasp as his fangs lightly graze against your skin. there was always a little voice in the back of his head, a sort of urging, especially whenever you two fucked to sink his teeth into your flesh. he’s felt it before, after each fight he’s been in, the scent of blood has always gone straight to his cock, but he’s always wondered just what does your blood taste like. 

he gives in to that voice and bites, his fangs prickling little holes in your skin. he knew it, you taste heavenly, a saccharine liquid enveloping his buds. should’ve done this sooner, he thinks, way sooner. 

“ah!”  you almost scream, biting so hard on your fist you almost draw blood there as well. you push at him with your hands, tears welling up in your eyes. keisuke was rough, you knew this from the dozens of marks he’s left on you before, but he’s never drawn blood. 

he withdraws, face flushed as he laps up the wound one more time. he slips his fingers out of you, tugging off his sweatpants and shirt, his leaky cock already dripping with precum.

“kei,” you sniffle, “that hurt.” with shaky hands you press against the mark, wincing at the sting. but keisuke can’t hear you, too focused on the wanton need of his throbbing cock.

he grabs his shirt, balling it up and bringing it to your mouth. “gotta be quiet baby, i don’t want your friends to hear us,” he growls, auburn eyes burning into you. he’s thinks he’s doing them a favor because if they interrupted he’s not sure how well he’d be able to restrain himself. you do as your told and clamp down, tears already starting to stain his cotton shirt. he’s right, you’re not sure how well you’d be able to explain your boyfriend sneaking into your get together. 

he wipes one tear away with his thumb gently before he’s settling himself in between your legs, his tip coated in precum as he slides between your folds. he groans lowly when he notices a trickle of crimson running down your throat and he realizes he can still taste you on his lips. you already look so pretty, flushed and crying all for him. 

he hooks one leg up over his shoulder as he sinks down into your pussy. you moan as he pushes deeper, inch by inch into your twitching walls. he bites down hard on your shoulder blade as he bottoms out, coaxing sweet drops of blood into his mouth. it’s strange, the mix of pleasure and pain makes your head feel dizzy. 

keisuke tries his best to start slow, he doesn’t wanna hurt you anymore than he is now, but fuck do you feel good. he swears you taste like honey as he suckles harder, his cock bullying your cunt with each thrust of his hips. you claw at his back, nails digging and scratching pretty red lines along his skin. the sting of his bite starts feeling oddly good, so much so that you’re arching your body up closer to his touch. 

god, you hope your friends are asleep because even with your mouth stuffed you’re fucking loud. his flushed and leaking tip kisses your sweet spot with each thrust, as he finds new places to mark again and again. it drives him insane, coppery ichor flooding his tongue while it drips down your body staining the sheets below. he’s always wanted to ruin you for anyone else, mold your cunt to his cock, and with the way that you’re clenching and crying he’s probably doing just that. it sends shivers down his spine that you’re so fragile, malleable even. 

he shifts up to lick at your tears, salty clear liquid muddying with the cherry from his mouth as he peppers kisses on your cheek. “taste so fuckin’ good, you still with me baby?” he grunts, each slam of his hips pulling out a whiny moan from you. you whimper out an “mhm” with a slight nod of your head, glassy, unfocused eyes meeting his. he pulls his shirt out, a small bit of drool falling from your lips, wanting to hear your little hiccups and gasps. 

“so fuckin’ pretty when you cry,” he grins, lips smeared red, nails digging into your thigh as he pushes it down further, his cock reaching deeper than before. “so fuckin’ cute takin’ my cock, huh?” his praise runs straight through your head, and he knows, feeling the slight twitch of your pussy.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you sob, each thrust of his hips has your eyes rolling back. “feels s-so good, kei, i wanna cum..” you look at him through fluttery, tear-coated lashes, puffy lips babbling and gasping. he leans in, thrusting his tongue against yours, at best a shoddy attempt to quiet you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. you’re not sure how to feel about it, not that you can really think too hard about it, caught up on the fullness of his cock. 

keisuke’s too sweet and too in love to not give you what you want, his fingers slowly rubbing sticky circles on your clit. it’s just barely not enough, but the position he’s keeping you leaves you unable to grind back against him. he’ll get you there, but there’s just one thing he wants to hear as you unfold.

“you belong to me, right?” he asks with a small tilt of his head, scarlet tinted fangs flashing as he smiles, seeing you nod frantically. “then say it, kitten.” 

“i-i belong to you, keisuke,” you answer, breathless and needy, “to you and only you.” 

“that’s right,” he hums, picking up the pace of not just his fingers, but his hips, each slap of skin getting you to mewl even louder, “all fuckin’ mine.” 

“‘m cumming, kei, i’m-“  you slur, eyes rolling back one final time as you cream on his cock, entire body shaking. “fuck,” you whimper out and he follows not too long after with a snarl, hips stuttering with sticky, white cum painting your walls as your cunt tries to milk every drop. 

his head drops as he pants, hips finally still. you giggle when his pretty dark locks tickle your face. “keisuke, my leg!” you groan due to the burn of your hip. “why do you always gotta stretch me so far?” you pout, pushing and kicking your boyfriend with your good leg off and out of you. 

he backs off with a fake yelp, smile beaming with pearly white fangs as he brings his hands up in a fake apology. he moves to get dressed as you rub your hip, slowly bringing it back down into a resting position. you wipe off the rest  of your tears, shifting a bit, trying to find your discarded shorts and underwear when you hear a familiar zip. you look over to see keisuke shoving your other clothes back into your weekender bag, before he lugs it over his shoulder and throws it out through the window. 

“keisuke, what the fuck?” you hiss for the second time that night. he ignores you this time, walking over, clothes in hand to help you dress. his mother always taught him to help a lady out when she needed it. “are you just gonna ignore me?” 

he does, instead helping you shimmy your shorts back on, a pleased hum when your shirt falls back over your body. while it covers the marks he left on your shoulders and chest, he can still see the ones left on your neck. good, he thinks, you look the best marked up and all his anyway. he rubs his thumb over your pretty lips which you kiss as you look up with pretty, hazy eyes, making him fight the urge to take you again. 

he grabs your hands, slowly pulling you up on your feet. your legs feel a little like jelly and the ache from his marks is starting to kick in so you wobble into him, draping your arms over his shoulders. 

“alright, let’s go.” 

“go where?” you ask, waiting for any type of answer, as you lean against him. 

he picks you up, “home, dummy. you’ve been with your friends for too long.”  he nuzzles his nose into your cheek as he saunters towards the window. “besides,” he breathes, pressing his tongue against one of your marks. “i wasn’t done playing with you yet.” 

you shiver, face heating up at the implication. you spare a glance at the bed, well, it doesn’t look like a murder scene, but there’s definitely smeared blood on there. your cunt twitches, full, but not nearly enough, at the thought of him drawing blood again and maybe you don’t mind ditching your trip. you can hear your phone blowing up in baji’s pocket, but you ignore it, you can answer them in the morning. 

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers #keisuke baji #baji keisuke smut #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x you #baji keisuke x y/n #baji keisuke x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #pibby writing #eeeeeeeeeeee im so nervous #gen theres one scene and im like i hope it makes sense but whateva. #eee ok bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

not a dream

Hey everyone, I've thought about some cute questions for you to answer so here they go, leave the answers in the replies or reblogs and tag people who you want to answer said questions as well. You don't have to answer all of the questions, no pressure, answer the ones you like if that's easier for you!

What's one thing that your friends say that applies to you? Like a quirk or something they know you for? Something they associate with you always?

Who inspires you in your life? I don't mean a celebrity, but a person you know, brag about someone incredible that is your inspiration.

Who do you consider to be your favorite person and why?

What's your favorite kind of animal? If you lived with said animal, what would you name them? If you have said animal, what is their name?

What color is your most recent obsession?

What's a little decor item that you want to own in the future?

Do you have any mundane but cute "talent"/thing you can do? Something just slightly unusual but also completely usual?

Do you like fashion? What kind of a dresser are you? More casual? Fancy?

Do you wear makeup? What's your go-to makeup look? If you don't wear makeup, have you ever thought of wearing it?

Recommend us one movie that the critics/public didn't like that much when it came out but you personally think is a hidden gem!

What show are you watching right now? Recommend it to us!

Have you ever watched an anime? If yes, which one?

What's your favorite kind of art medium? Recommend us an artist or show us an art piece (could be music, painting, crochet, whatever) that you really love!

What do you like to do when you are bored?

How many pillows do you sleep with, if any?

Do you have trouble with sleeping? Do you remember your dreams a lot or forget them as soon as you wake up?

Who is one cool character in something you've seen in your life that you hyperfocused on at a time in your life.

Show us your current phone case!

Recommend people a song that has meant a lot to you sometime in your life and share us the story about if you'd like.

How has your day been so far?

UwU - I love you!

#not a dream #long post

[rxttenbxnes]

Hello! Do you have any fun headcanons to share about Idia? Honestly, I just find it painful to see how badly this guy gets butchered in headcanons sometimes. People always forget that he is in fact a complete ass with a massive superiority-inferiority complex and not just a sad boi, or they overplay the weeb part and ignore how he has other interests like science and art, or they make him too pathetic by assuming he would still be a blushing incoherent mess like a year into marriage, etc. Anyway, it’d just be nice to hear the headcanons of an actual Idia fan since that’s the only way to get anything sane.

Omg totally, first I'mma do a little rant, I'll make sure to label where the HCS begin so y'all don't have to read my rants 😭

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❱❱﹒⟡﹒𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑡﹢﹒🎮

Okay we gotta acknowledge the fact idia is indeed, an asshole you guys. 💀Well not completely obviously but he's not just gonna be nice to you for no reason. He's not just some depressed dude needing sympathy.

The way Idia is so Infantilzed by the fandom it's actually gets me tweakin, You guys this actually makes me mad, he's not some sensitive bottom uwu boy that stutters 50 times every sentence In fact I honestly cannot see him being submissive half of the time, this man is actually a asshole on the low. Most people get the fact that idia would be submissive from his shy and closed off personality which is just SO wrong to me.

Idia is extremely pessimistic and if we're being real Idia is actually not a good narrator for his own experiences, the constant self deprecation mixed in with his his thoughts about being superior to others is so fascinating to me, one moment he sees himself as nothing but a piece of trash while in the next moment he's boasting about how he's the only one component enough to be ignihyde's dorm leader. He's such a complex character I can Yap about him constantly

I get making jokes and stuff but some people genuinely think idia is some stinky incel creep that hates women and just purposely chooses to not go outside and be chronically online. Like yeah, he has nerdy and loser like hobbies but this man literally has trauma and chronic depression, along with an anxiety disorder, it's not something he can just make disappear. He likes science, engineering, art, anime, games etc which is all just cool, it's not like he's some creep that's afraid to talk to people, nor is he some super submissive guy that'll fold for you in a tiny interaction.

Had to get ts off my chest 💀

܀⊹ ིྀ🕸 ۫ ִ ׂ💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ  ۫🎮ೄྀ⊹܀

܀⊹ ིྀ𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 🎮ೄྀ⊹܀

🎧 Caramelldansen. Idia adores this song unironically. At first he had just saw the meme and quickly ended up falling into the whole thing, laying on the floor completely dazed out of his mind as the colorful lights flash in the background from the music video playing on repeat lol

🎮 I said this in my earlier post but Idia definitely draws his crushes all the time. Luckily he has a little self control and draws anime/manga characters in most of the pages, he's really protective over his sketch book due to 1.) His social anxiety and 2.) The fact that he doesn't want anyone to know that he likes drawing and observing people, especially his crushes.

🎧 Idia constantly has his headphones on, I know of a fact that Idia listens to Nightcore, anime OSTs, Vocaloid, animation meme music, Vkei, video game sound tracks and breakcore religiously. I think idia would honestly listen to everything he can get his hands on

🎮 I feel like he had a 2020 alt kid phase lol. I feel like quarantine would've been his time to thrive, his peak enjoyment of life would be set during this time lol. Being able to express himself like he wanted without others seeing??? Sign him up

🎧 Ironically, he's not super weak. I feel like he just sucks at physical activity, especially running since he doesn't leave his room much. His hands/fist are definitely strong, I feel like he has a strong hit.

🎮 That being said, I think Idia’s hands are large, thin and boney. They definitely have a few scars and calluses from all the machinery he works with, you can't tell me that his hands aren't pretty rough.

🎧 Idia is a fashion icon, in games. Not irl, he would never due to the attention it would grab him, though he definitely is into all of the alternative and Gothic fashion stuff. He'll give his characters the most perfect and pretty outfits and make sure everything is customized perfectly, not mind at all if it takes him hours to do so.

🎮 This man definitely collects figures. I feel like they're all anime and video game figures; he's even commission artist and such to make custom work of his favorite interest and brag online about it.

🎧 Has an habit of repeating words and phrases he likes over and over again. It doesn't matter if it's from an obscure meme that literally only 5 people including him know or if it's in a different language, he'll constantly reference and repeat it like no tomorrow.

🎮 He's a biter. He bites a lot of things randomly, he'd bite someone out of love if he got the chance. I'm telling you he'll just naw on random stuff, not caring if it's edible or not. It could literally be a plushy and he'll randomly bite it while he's hugging it.

🎧 Idia definitely finds confort in the rain and gloom weather. Really, he just enjoys typically gloomy things. It's extremely comforting and relaxing to him to just be able to sit on his bed with his headphones on while it rains harshly outside, making the world around him dark and gloomy.

🎮 Curses, like a lot. Gamer rage is real you guys and he definitely has it. If he loses a game too many times or gets too frustrated with his teammates, he'll curse like a sailor. His anger isn't directly to his teammates or anything, it's of him being frustrated with everything in general.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #idia shroud #idia #idia headcanons #rxttenbxnes rambles #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twisted wonderland idia #idia hcs #idia shroud headcanons #headcanons #hcs

[barrenclan]

begging some of yall not to idolize deepdark and defiance how you do. i have a friend who’s actually lived through a cult’s wrath and they r mega not cool. like i know defiance is narratively AMAZING but we. shouldn’t put it on a pedestal of “oh this thing is so cool and its leaders are amazing” because ultimately it’s safer for everyone if we start recognizing that while yea defiance + deepgang are cool… theyre still a cult. and we should not be viewing them positively at all. cults are inherently models of rigorous and severe repeated abuse, and by romanticizing them you are inherently romanticizing abuse. i don’t think you’re bad for letting this happen, raz, i just think that if you have any sympathy for cult survivors you should have stopped it before now. Especially as the comic ramps up towards the inevitable climax of the cult in it doing many awful things to the main characters. I know no one here intended to romanticize it, but by treating deepdark and other leaders of this cult as silly uwu murder cult guys we are actively doing that.

thank you for listening if you did, and i hope this feedback helps us all grow.

Well, thank you for sharing your concerns, I appreciate it a lot, as well as explaining the reasons this is important to you. Nothing you said is incorrect or invalid! I do have a few other thoughts I wanna share along with this ask.

Firstly; Defiance is fictional, and more than that it's not based on any real world cult. I obviously had to do some research and take some general real-world influence, mostly because I wanted to capture the kind of personality that exists in cult leaders with Deepdark, but in the end it's a completely made-up group. I actually based their group structure much more on a mafia-like organization than a traditional religious cult. There is a sliding scale for these sorts of things in stories of course, topics that are treated with varying levels of severity based on our culture, and everyone is going to be affected by them differently based on personal experience anyways. I refer to Defiance as a "combination death cult and mafia" sort of flippantly (which is my own fault) because just calling it a "group" is sort of vague, non-descript term. But its structure and actions are way, way more dramatic and obvious than any cult that exists today, or existed previously.

With the kind of fanbase I've gathered, I would like to believe my readership is able to separate the difference between talking about real-world cults and fictional ones. No one I've seen is actually idolizing Defiance as something to genuinely be admired, outside of talking about and making up in-universe characters who do so. Deepdark is fun, and dramatic, and over-the-top, because I made him that way, so it's natural that people like him. But no one is saying that it's good to be like Deepdark, or that he's some sort of aspirational goal (I hope! If you are, we'll have words!). I do believe that in the story itself I've pretty thoroughly conveyed how cruel and malicious Defiance & its members are. In fact I've pretty intensely tried to emphasize the insidious way that cults hurt people, and the danger of charismatic leaders like Deepdark! Maybe I've failed a bit in that regard, then.

But besides all that - your points are very valuable and worth repeating, and I will be more on the lookout for anything treating Defiance's impact irreverantly, and either delete or correct it. I have a feeling people are not going to be happy with them anyways, as they continue to hurt more of our main characters.

Real-life cults are not as obvious and over-dramatic like Defiance. Many ordinary people like you and me are deeply hurt by them all the time, and any time you joke about Deepdark's murdering or silly lieutenant shenanigans, it's always important to keep in mind that there are tons of real-life people like Deepdark out there. I never wanted to come across as unsympathetic for real-world victims of cults. Making people think more deeply about the various shades of gray and subtle acts of evil that exist in our world, as well as the inherent humanity that exists in people who do terrible things regardless, are some of my goals with creating PATFW in the first place.

#ask #anon #deepdark #defiance #advice

[tocomplainfriend]

Please don't dismiss the voices of SA victims who fundamentally disagree with you. Please raise their voices the same way you would raise others, and treat their experiences as being just as valid and worthy of discussion as the people who find Val to be completely horrid. Frankly, were you to be *against* the idea of doing that, it would communicate to me that your whole shtick isn't actually about SA victims, it's about you feeling vindicated in your personal discomfort. Yes. There are people who dislike it for justifiable reasons and they deserve to have their voices heard. But please don't ignore those that have a differing opinion, and make sweeping, general statements. If you really care about people, you would do that.

TW: Rape, SA

I hope you understand the reason I post so much about the topic negatively. It's because I'm a victim of SA, and I don't like much about how this was treated. Mainly negative things because: Viv didn't take anything any SA victim said that was negative-towards her own show, like always. I saw my position in the matter greatly underrepresented, and that's why I type it all here. I saw plenty of people on Twitter that took the scene as a good representation and that they felt seen- and that's always great. Everyone need to heal and fell seen. How everyone was sharing how they felt 'in a positive light'- I felt I could write how I felt 'in a negative light' cause that's just as fair.

Also, if you realized what I have types over MULTIPLE post know, I don't even talk about the inside episode 4- mostly about the surrounding treatment.

If you think Angel is relatable and healing for your or others experiences, cool. Amazing, good for you! It's not for me and others, tho, mainly for things outside the episodes or scenes of Angel - Val. I have written about the things that me and others find criticizable- like the r-pe jokes in HB or HH. Why would you try to write respectfully all of episode 4 to then to a r-pe joke to Sir Pent in episode 6? See that isn't even about Angel or Val.

My last few posts aren't even about the writing of the show. But fandom stuff mainly. I have talked about how people treat Val like an uwu baby over the actual topic of R-pe and SA. I have talked about not liking that poison was directed by a NON SA victim with a r-pe fetish, redoing his own fan ship comics inside the show. Or the many other R-pe jokes inside Helluva and Hazbin that I feel take away from the serious message from episode 4.

My old post:

I'm talking about how I feel, yes! I'm an SA victim and I feel different than you or others. Never said that those people to fuck off- Its just not a view a share- at all. I never ignored anyone with a different opinion- I have purely communicated how I FELT AS A SA victim-mainly about the surrounding content of the situation. This is my blog where I post what I think. Post how you feel, this is how i feel.

(Weird timing maybe, but I thought I would've gotten a message like this after my earlier posts of Angel or Val or the Raph ones. But the most recent post is about someone crying cause someone else wanted a fictional r-pist character to die, LMAO. But maybe bad timing with the message, so whatever)

(BTW if you are an Anon I don't accept double message, because I can't confirm it's the same person!)

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #vivziepop critique #hazbin hotel critique #tw sa #tw rape

[justme-1723]

RANDOM ONLY FRIENDS THEORIES/THOUGHTS

- Sand will get tired of Ray’s shenanigans/not coming first in his life and take a step back. I think this might be where this mystery character comes into play (*the one he has a love scene with). Sand is my favorite character by a long shot and I just know he’s going to do something that disappoints me… I’m dreading it because I will call him out even though I love him dearly. Part of me thinks his lack of empathy/straight shooter attitude will get him into trouble. Sometimes he is TOO honest. On the flip side, I also think he feels things very deeply and this will not bode well because Ray is an addict. His heart will shatter. Not excited at all.

- Ray WILL absolutely lose his damn mind if he finds out about Sand sleeping with someone else (*maybe I’m wrong, but he just seems like the jealous type lol) I think he will push Sand away because falling in love with someone who has the capacity to love him back will terrify him. I think he will spend most of the series trying to convince himself and others that he doesn’t have REAL feelings for Sand. Poor babe. It’s okay Ray, I love you anyway. I do think he will be sober/starting his journey to sobriety by the finale too. I can’t wait for this part!

- I think we are missing some very vital information about Boston. I’m not sure what it could be… but I’m so worried about him. I know that may seem silly… sue me. He just gives me “I’m actually so fucking miserable and I hate myself uwu” vibes. Could be very wrong though lol. There is clear tension between him & Mew and I think there is a reason for that. One that might surprise us. Mew has made some shady comments about Boston & Boston doesn’t hold back when he talks about Mew to Top.

- Nick has no idea what healthy boundaries are. From the beginning, he has completely disregarded Boston’s right to privacy. Yes he’s cute and yes he’s young, but he has crossed every line imaginable (almost) and they aren’t even in a committed relationship. Boston isn’t obligated to be faithful. He doesn’t owe Nick any information about his sex life outside of their arrangement. Sigh. I think it will only get worse from here though… Revenge porn??… I hope not… I also think Nick just wants to be loved.

- Mew. There is something about Mew that I can’t quite wrap my head around. I was VERY surprised that he chose to use sex as a bargaining tool. It seemed very out of character for him. I love that he called Ray out for kissing him without his permission. It needed to be addressed and Mew handled it flawlessly. Which again, is why I was so shocked by his choices at the end of this latest episode… Ray calls him out yet again before he leaves, “Is Top really the kind of boyfriend you want?” This is the second time Ray has said something like this. Is Mew trying to prove something? Does it bother him that Ray of all people, the person he has very clearly said isn’t the type of boyfriend he wants, is the person pointing out that Top isn’t a good option either?

- Top is so complex. They all are really, but Top has so many layers and he isn’t as easy to read. (In my opinion) This ex is definitely important to him. I think he has some scars from that relationship. I also think there is some sort of hidden trauma that hasn’t been shared with us yet. His relationship with sex is all over the place. I can’t even begin to dissect that.

I have so many other thoughts swirling around in my brain, but they get so jumbled up lol. This probably makes no sense either, so have fun reading my nonsense. Or don’t. That’s cool too.

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[sovereignspades]

Hey, same Anon(https://www.tumblr.com/sovereignspades/717092242393890816/hey-u-do-batim-and-cuphead-art-and-i-just-wanted?source=share) as before, thanks for answering my questions and concerns. Honestly, I've always wanted to do a Bendy and Cuphead crossover, I've got quite a bit of what I'd like to tell you in mind right now. I really appreciate you making sure I'm not being dramatic or rude, by the way, your art style is really cute! and I'll see if I can give these other blogs a chance. thank you so much for listening to me. have a good day!

ooooo I'd be interested in hearing about it if you wanted to share ^^ and of course! I'm happy to hear it helped :D

There are tons out there that are pretty cool! to name a few that I know of, there is @qftim-c which is a continuation, @overlee, and I believe @cucarachaisgay07 are also continuations, @theinkymystery has like a retelling of it on ao3, @inkmachine7 has some pretty awesome stuff too and has some very interesting aus :> same with @creator-of-monsters, @paint-n-thinner has amazing stuff as well!!! > w < and of course I have to self promote @babtqftim-reinked uwu which is one I'm working on with two other friends of mine

There are just, so many out there xD!!!! but all of them are so worth checking out, even the ones I haven't mentioned here/most likely don't know about yet xD

Also, thank you so much!! I wish you luck on your journey and that you also have a good day :>

sorry for all the tags guys just thought it'd make it easier to find ya'll, you all are amazing seriously &lt;3

#spades answers #spades talks #i'm seriously so relieved it helped #again i wish you luck!

[chaifootsteps]

And it doesn't even show up until six hours into the game, and even then, only as the bad ending. I learned about this game today and I know this.

TW: Inc*st mention

I would like to disagree real quick. That game is mostly about the incest, it's riddled with it. I watched someone play and it isn't a horror game. It's an incest game where they barely kill and cannibalize anyone. Seriously, the dialogue almost constantly points towards it and the main girl is almost constantly lusting after her brother. The incest is there outside of this "bad ending" and it is very much romanticized and depicted as "cutesy/sexy/quirky/uwu". It's not done respectfully, tastefully, or even thought provoking-ly. It really is just fetishized.

I was genuinely baffled by anyone insisting that it's mostly about toxic codependency with only a lil' incest sprinkled in, and that it's well written. The game has terrible dialogue (it's so cringey and bad) and the incest theme is beating you over the head the whole time. Also it's boring as hell, but I guess it did deliver on the toxic codependency. This isn't a deep game tho and it'd be cool if its fandom (and creator) could at least stop lying about what this game is. Because this is false advertisement. The game is why people call it the "incest game", that's just what it is. That's not being blown out of proportion by "antis".

Tbh, I forgot the game existed. It made me uncomfortable so I just blocked it out of my mind and internet space. But I saw a few posts here about it and just wanted to add this in. I'm not saying that anyone that overreacted was in the right. (Most definitely not in support of the transphobes that tried to dox the creator.) But I'm also not saying that people were in the wrong to feel uncomfortable and share their thoughts, opinions, etc. Not everyone that dislikes (or even hates) this is acting like an "anti" or a "puritan". 🤦‍♂️

This wasn't meant to start an argument or anything.

Nah, it's all good. I don't have a dog in this particular fight so if you're telling me that the incest game is in fact full of incest, I won't argue with you that it isn't!

#Anonymous #incest mention #actual blog post

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 5. brb x oc

a/n: oh this chapter................ yeah man. yeah......was fun to write uwu hope you guys like it!! a bit angstyyyy but nothing too much uwu

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

chapters:

1/2/3/4

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all

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Beatrice didn’t tell Shells that Rooster asked her for book recommendations, especially since he was reading Lord of the Rings which Shells knew how much that book meant to her. He couldn’t message her often, which she understood, but whenever he did it was for things like:

“Not gonna lie, the Hobbit second breakfast sounds even better in the book.”

“Who’s Tom Bombadil??? Is he an elf or something??”

“Why did they kept the coolest stuff out of the movies??”

It was sweet really, she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t look forward to Rooster’s commentaries often. It was… a good strange, something she never thought it’d happen, especially since she didn’t consider herself an interesting sort when it comes to certain things. 

She was a nerd, there was no shame in admitting it, but it wasn’t like she had a lot of people to share some of her thoughts with when it came to that. So to her, it was super cool and exciting to share things with her crush. She didn’t want to overstep, fearing her questioning could bother him in some way, so she preferred to listen and let him say what he wanted to and she’d share her own thoughts on it.

The two weeks went by fast, she heard no news from Rooster besides that he was safe as everyone else was. She was of course happy, but part of her wondered if their little chats would stop now that he was back home and his distractions would be something else but her constant talking. 

That’s why she accepted when Shells sent her a message for the two of them to have a little volleyball match down the beach. It was a bit odd from her friend to suddenly desire to play on a Friday afternoon knowing they’d be working on the Hard Deck hours later, but she didn’t think much of it, she’d like a little distraction. 

Volleyball was one of the things Beatrice liked, she used to be part of her high school volleyball team and then joined her college’s team, which is where she met Shells. Her team position often varied from libero to setter, but she was the one her coach always said to ‘kill’ the ball…meaning she would be the one responsible to hit the opponent area without them being able to do anything about it. 

She loved it, to think she joined the volleyball team at her mother’s insistence so she’d lose ‘a few pounds’. She never truly did, she actually gained muscle mass instead, remaining curvy in the end.

Bea walked up to the Hard Deck looking down at her phone, sending a quick message to the auto shop mechanic who was taking care of her car. He was a nice man and he told her that he’d do his best to fix her minty green ‘95 Subaru…well,it wasn’t her car. It was her oldest brother’s Guillermo’s former car that he gave to her when she turned 16. It was old, it had so many issues she lost count how many times it went to the auto shop.

Now, according to Mr.Guzman, the car’s life was nearing it’s end and it was honestly better for her to get a new one instead of keep fixing the Subaru. She knew he was right, but she was still working on furnishing her house…it’d take a while…and she was either coming to work by Uber or by catching rides with Shells. She sighed, thanked Mr.Guzman again and locked her phone, dropping her bag inside the employee room.

Since it’d only be her,Shells and Penny, she didn’t worry too much about her wardrobe: her oversized Van Halen t-shirt with soft olive colored running shorts and her Sailor Moon themed flip flops, her rosé gold hexagon sunglasses sat on top of her head. She twisted the left side of her shirt, rolling it up into a knot so it’d be like a crop top, giving her free room for movement. Bea pulled her hair into its trusty bun, walking to the edge of where the wooden boards of the Hard Deck turned into the seating area and the beach.

From a distance she saw Penny and Shells setting up the old volleyball net Penny would sometimes use if the patrons felt like playing games while still sober. “Hello!” Bea called, squinting her eyes before dropping the sunglasses to protect them, “You two need help?” she asks while kicking off her flip flops to leave them next to Shells’. 

“We got it!” Shells shouted triumphantly at the straight net, tossing her fists in the air. Shell’s outfit consisted of a black sports bra and runner shorts, much like the brunette was using, “Yes! Come on, Bea!” she turned around to grab the volleyball resting in the sand.

“Penny, are you going to set our score?” she asks when the dark haired woman walks up the sand.

“Hmhm, something like that.” Penny said, a little smile on her face. Bea furrowed her eyebrows, but shrugged, turning back to her friend with a grin.

“Hey!” she noticed how Shells’ was already on the side that usually was…hers. She usually stayed on the left side of the field, she was used to it,with her back to the empty area of the beach while Shells would face the bar “Um…why are we opposite?”

“Felt like doing a change.” Shells’ shrugged, cocking her hip with the ball pressed against it “You don’t mind it, do you?”

Something felt off, but Bea couldn’t pinpoint what it was “...no.” Her response was slow and cautious, her eyes squinting behind the sunglasses, “...are you up to something?”

“Who? Me?Nah.” Shells’ put her own sunglasses on, with a sly grin, “Why would I?”

“I dunno, you sound…suspicious.”

Shells’ didn’t reply, her smile didn’t change either, “Let’s play Schiavoni, you speak too much!” she didn’t give Bea enough time to reply before she jumped and spiked the ball to her side. Beatrice yelped in surprise, cupping her hands together to slam it over the net. 

“We didn’t stretch first!” the brunette shouted, the back and forth of the ball preventing her from actually stopping.

“We’ll be fine!”

“We’ll be at a bar standing up for almost six hours!” she grabs the ball when it comes to her this time, not throwing it “We need to stretch. You know it’s the right thing to do.”

Shells places her hands on her hips, purses her lips as if to hide a smile, “You know what? You are right. We should definitely stretch.” Bea furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden change of heart, holding the ball close to her body.

“What’s with you today?” she questioned, digging the heel of her foot in the sand to make a little hole to shove the ball in. Shells just shrugged, starting her stretch exercises. Beatrice blinked, then rolled her eyes choosing that today it was just a day for Shells to be weird. 

Meanwhile, the blonde woman lowered her sunglasses enough to send her seated aunt a look, Penny in response looked up to her left, grinned and raised her thumb positively without moving her head away.

Beatrice, having her back to the point of interest not far from where they were currently playing,  did not see what the aunt and niece duo did. Did not see the group of Naval officers just out there, enjoying a little game to celebrate their safe return.

                                                                              -

“HERE–OOF!” Payback’s words were cut short when Coyote came from behind him, tackling him to the sand as Hangman caught the ball instead. The tall man spat out particles of gritty soil, rushing to his feet with a loud laugh.

Pete Mitchell stood to the side, arms crossed, proud dad smile on his face, relieved yet another mission went without hiccups. These kids were good, a bit arrogant sometimes and needing to learn, but good. He watched them all through his own sunglasses, smiling at them just having fun for a job well done, they deserve nothing less.

By his feet was a blue and white cooler box that the ‘kids’ slapped the Navy logo sticker on top as a joke. Now it was their ‘official and government sanctioned cooler’. He noticed Rooster stepped back from the constant tackling, running a hand through his sweaty hair and making his way over to him. Pete kicked the cooler’s lid off, leaning down to grab a chilled water bottle, handing it over to Rooster when he was close enough. 

The young pilot nodded in thanks, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, before he lifted the bottle to his lips to drink a generous gulp. The two of them watched the group tackle back and forth, the football flying over their heads only to be grabbed by someone else. Pete breathed in the sea air, the warm summer winds hitting his skin. 

“So.” he began, “I’ve heard some rumors… that you have a girlfriend that works at the bar? Her name is Beatrice?”

Rooster paused from bringing the water bottle to his lips, tsking under his breath “Hangman can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.” he didn’t look towards Pete however, deciding that following a flock of seagulls was more interesting… but the silence was just because Mav was waiting for his reaction, which made him sigh tiredly, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“...but?” Mav implied, tilting his body forward, “Phoenix said you were a helpful little ant a few weeks ago, helping her with her furniture.”

“Wasn’t only me.”

“But it was you who suggested it.”

Rooster huffed, placing his free hand on the curve of his hip, tapping his middle finger on the jutted hip bone, “She… needed help with her stuff.That’s all.” he paused, not seeing Mav’s eyes through the black lens but he felt it right there, the amused gaze directed at him.

“Is she pretty?”

“Mav.”

“What? I want to know if she’s pretty.” Maverick shrugs innocently, “You just have to say yes or no.”

Beatrice was pretty. The first thing Rooster noticed about her were her big green eyes with thick lashes, staring up at him before moving away from his gaze. She used very little makeup, so he could see how red her cheeks turned once he approached the bar. The very first time he actually talked to her instead of Shells was a couple weeks ago.

She always seemed to scurry away the moment he got closer. Which honestly hurt him a little? So when he was able to talk to her for real, he couldn’t miss the chance.

 He licked his lips then, muttering a quick ‘yes’ under his breath before chugging more water. Maverick had a knowing look on his face, grinning while shaking his head at how he was acting.

 He had seen this once before, a long time ago.

It was already 0300, so Mav thought about cutting the game short much to the officers’ disappointment. He grabbed the ball from Coyote, about to lead them away until Phoenix’s voice broke the silence, “Hey, is that Bea and Shells?” Maverick arched one eyebrow, paying attention to where Phoenix was pointing at. 

Two figures were there in the distance, jumping every once in a while, a light colored object moving with them. It was Bob however, who said - while fixing his glasses- “Yeah, it’s them. They are playing volleyball?” The group of navy officers stood there for a moment, then turned to look at Maverick, almost asking him permission to go there.

He sighed, fixing the cooler strap on his shoulder, “Okay, fine. Just don’t topple the two.” In reality, he perked up once he heard the name Bea leave Phoenix’s mouth. The girl whose Rooster is not getting attracted to. Never mind the young Bradshaw seemed to hesitate a bit before following everyone.

Rooster sucked in a deep breath, then drank his water slowly, the vision of the two girls becoming clearer the closer they got. But by all that was holy he wasn’t expecting to see Bea’s bare legs and those tiny shorts on. That was probably more skin than he’d ever seen on her and he couldn’t find in himself to complain.

He knew she had thick thighs, it was obvious, but to see how defined her calf muscles are and how strong her legs seemed to be? Not to mention how the shirt, that was tugged up, showed how tiny her waist seemed to be, giving her the perfect hourglass shape… he wanted to be the gentleman his mother raised him to be and not stare for too long, it seemed inappropriate right now.

“Oh my gosh, hi guys!” Shells’ syrupy sweet voice startled Bea, the blonde making a shocked face once the group of officers got closer, “What a surprise to see you here!”

Bea frowned, looking over her shoulder to check who Shells was talking to. Her eyes enlarged, almost popping out of the sockets once the recognition hit her. The blood of her body, her soul, her fucking heart left. She stood there, partially turned, looking like a deer in the highlights about to be run over by a 16 wheeled truck.

Oh no, Rooster. He was looking straight at her. Bea felt her breathing quicken, her head snapping forward to give Shells a horrified look, then she adjusted her position and shuffled miserably to where her friend was, feeling the tears burning her vision before she stood partially behind the blonde. 

Shells looked over her shoulder, “Hey come on now,”

“You knew they would be here??” came her quiet, yet horror-stricken voice. She felt sick, oh god, she was going to throw up, she knew it. Immediately once behind Shells, she yanked the knot off her shirt, letting the fabric drop down to the top of her buttocks.

“Chill, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.” Bea replied through gritted teeth, a mix of fury and shame in her eyes. How could Shells just… plan this? Let her wear this knowing the one man she was head over heels crushing on would be just a few meters away. She couldn’t stay. She had to go. But she’d see them at the bar later tonight…ugh, they’d ask questions if she ran away now.

‘God, God please,'' she thought, clenching her eyes ‘Please strike me with lightning so I become a pile of ashes and the wind can take me away, please.’

“Yeah we’d love to!” Shells’ chipper voice said, “Right Bea?”

The brunette’s eyes snapped open, “H-Huh?”

“a volleyball match, you, me and Phoenix vs Hangman, Coyote and Payback.”

If looks could kill, Shells would be down, murdered, being ripped apart by sharks, because Bea looked less than amused, in fact she looked downright furious. But instead of denying it, she felt the hot lick of anger go through her whole body, “Sure.” she snarled, yanking the ball from Shells’ hands, “I could do a game.”

“Great! Positions everyone! Mav, can you count our scores?”

“Sure.”

Shells grinned, stretching her arms over her head before standing opposite to Phoenix on the invisible volleyball court. 

Bea’s direct opposite was Hangman, who leaned over, supporting his weight on his knees. The two of them looked at each other, the blonde man smiled and sent her a wink, “I’ll promise to be nice, sweetheart. Won’t hurt you too much.”

“Hey Hangman!” Shells called, making his eyes turn to her, “You wanna know what was the nickname our team gave Bea when we played volleyball?”

“What?”

The smirk on Shells’ face was downright feral, “Torpedo.” Hangman furrowed his eyebrows, turning his head back to the brunette whose expression remained neutral but her jaw was clenched tight. 

She had the volleyball on the palm of her right hand, using her left hand to spin it on its axis once, twice, three times. He barely had time to blink when he saw her flex her legs, leap high letting go of the volleyball so it’d twirl in the air. 

The loud thunk of her palm hitting the strips of leather echoed around the empty beach, the ball becoming a blur once the speed took control, Coyote who was in front of the net immediately ducked and Hangman let out a shout when the sand next to his feet just exploded once the impact occurred. The sand cloud dissipated, Phoenix letting out a laugh of triumph at how shocked Hangman was, his blonde hair askew thanks to the quick evasion he had to do, “What the fuck??”

“Point to the girls.” Mav announced with a bright grin, clapping his hands, “Good job ladies.”

Rooster,who stood behind Mav in silence, watched Beatrice launch strike after strike. She almost punched the ball to prevent it from hitting their side of the net. It was hilarious seeing Hangman scramble, falling face first in the sand trying to hit the ball without much success. Honestly, both Payback and Coyote seemed to just be having as much fun over Hangman’s demise as everyone else was.

His whiskey colored eyes turned back to Beatrice, who seemed to be on a mission to win this game. It was amazing, she wasn’t that short now that he thought about it, shorter than him of course, but she was tall enough to launch herself a few feet up in the air.

The final score was 10-1 because Shells slapped a mosquito from her calf. “Rematch!” Hangman’s voice boomed, pointing his index finger at the girls, “Right now!”

“No can do, Jake. It’s time for us to head back.” Maverick smirked, “But this was fun, we should do this again.”

Beatrice couldn’t hear much, her chest was heaving, her hair falling out of the bun because of how intense she was during the game. She fucking lost her mind, jumping around? Flabby body parts swinging when the man she crushed on watched by the sidelines? She shook her head quickly, stepping out from behind Shells to rush to where her flip flops were, not stopping when people started calling her name.

She just had to go.

So she did.

-

She didn’t talk much once they got back at the bar,  ignoring Shells trying to chat, her eyes lowered, focused on filling glasses and preparing cocktails if need be. Rooster was there already, from what she heard Hangman was still sulking by the loss but she didn’t…care much.

She felt…awful. She refused to go to their table, Rooster would come by to get drinks but she’d step away letting Shells or Penny deal with him. It wasn’t…his fault, but she couldn’t face him. Not after what happened. God, the fact he saw her with so much skin showing, so much of the body she was still trying to live in peace with was seen by someone she just couldn’t keep her mind out of.

She was a bit talkative to the other patrons, but nothing like normal. What happened earlier today drained her emotionally to the point she had dead eyes most of the time while working. 

When the bar was nearing closing time, when it was just her and Shells, she was the one who said she’d close the bar, “Do you want me to wait for you?” Shells asked cautiously when her friend was turning the stools over to the tables.

“No,I’m fine.”

Shells frowned, adjusting her bag strap, “It’s going to rain soon Bea, look,” she pointed to the massive storm clouds approaching the coast “I can give you a ride.”

“I’ll catch an Uber.” came the brunette’s short reply.

“I said I was sorry-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,right now.”

Shells closed her mouth immediately, looking at her boots with a frown, “Okay.I’m going then…see you tomorrow?” her friend just nodded, not looking back at the blonde, who sighed before turning on her heel out of the bar.

Bea looked up to the clouds again, seeing flashes of lightning shine in the distance and felt a pang of regret on not accepting Shells’ offer for a ride home. She didn’t know if she could get an Uber once the rain hit…but she also said she’d close the bar. She could only hope the moment she opened the app a brave soul would be there.

The brunette was almost done, even finding a wallet  - that belonged to none other than Jake Seresin himself - on the corner of the bar. She snapped her eyes to the sound of thunder right above her head, clenching them shut when a strong gust of wind almost made her slip. The storm was here and while the rain wasn’t violent, it was still strong enough to make it sound like someone was shooting on the roof.

She pulled out her phone to check the app, “No, oh no.” out of service, her phone was out of service, “Fuck!” She bit her lower lip hard, rushing to the employee’s room to grab her bag and an extra umbrella, then reaching for the landline phone to call Shells. What a horrible time to be pissed at your friend.

“Penny?” she frowns, the phone on her ear as she thought she heard a voice mixed with the rain, tilting her body forward, seeing a figure walk inside the bar but not entering fully, staying partially by the entrance. Beatrice widened her eyes when she saw it was Rooster, soaked to the bone, hair splattered on his forehead as he looked around, the puddles on his feet staying outside rather than in the already clean bar.

“Rooster?” his head snapped to her direction when she walked out, clutching the umbrella close “What are you doing here?”

“Hangman forgot his fucking wallet.” he breathed out, running a hand over his face to wipe the water off his eyes, sputtering some of it out of his lips.

“Why are you here then?”

“He’s drunk, he got annoyed because of the game this afternoon and drank his feelings.” 

“...oh.” Beatrice lowered her head, furrowing her eyebrows then reaching for the wallet under the bar. Walking around the counter to reach him - trying to not look at how the clothes now clung to him like a second skin - “Here, I found it on the floor.”

Rooster sighed, grabbing the dark wallet after muttering a thanks, then he looked up at her ,”You here alone?”

“Yeah, I closed the bar tonight.” she replies, holding up her cellphone, “I was trying to call an Uber but I guess the storm messed some things up, so I’ll try to call Shells. See if she can come pick me up.”

Rooster stared at her for a while, then shook his head, “No need, my car is just over there,” he points over his shoulder in the said direction the Bronco was, “I can give you a ride.”

Panic flashed in her eyes, both of her hands going up in a defense mode, “No,no! It’s fine,I-I’ll just try with Shells, she said she’d pick me up if I needed.”

“It won’t bother me, if that’s what you are worried about,” another thunder rumbled over their heads, loud enough to make the wooden beams vibrate, “Honestly, we better go before it gets worse than this.”

She knew he was right, but she still hesitated. It wasn’t until she looked over her shoulder, seeing how it seemed like the sky and sea turned into one solid black color that she decided her choices were limited. She nods then, going back to the bar to turn off the lights, opening the umbrella over her head, lifting it high for Rooster, “No, don’t worry about me,I’m already soaked!” he calls before grabbing her wrist to guide her to his car.

The rain was beginning to double its intensity, the winds now were howling and the raindrops got even louder. She was only able to know where to go because Rooster took her, opening the passenger door so she could get in, closing the umbrella and trying her best to dry it off without soaking his car.

Rooster slammed the door shut once he got in, “Holy shit.” he whispered, wiping his eyes, then his face, his seat had water sliding out of him onto the leather, she followed some of the water drops until they disappeared from her view. He must be incredibly uncomfortable sitting on wet clothes. “God damn, this came out of nowhere.”

“It did.” Bea whispered, bit her lower lip then opened her bag. He flit his eyes her direction, watching her rummage her messenger bag - the little Xenomorph keychain she had on the main zipper shaking wildly as she moved the bag about. She pulled out a neatly folded lilac colored towel, offering it to him “Here,” he looked at the towel then herself, “It’s not much but it will dry your face at least.”

Rooster let out a quiet breathy chuckle, offering her a small smile, “Thanks.” He raised the fluffy towel to his face, rubbing the water off the best he could. He couldn’t help but whiff a bit of the scent: fabric softener and a hint of perfume? Maybe she was one of those girls who liked to have a small travel style perfume bottle in her bag. It smelled nice, floral, maybe…lavender? He knew what lavender smells like because his mother’s favorite flowers were lavender and red roses.

He rubs the towel to his hair,then drags it down his neck. Bea tried not to watch, keeping her eyes on the window when he leaned his head  back, exposing the thick column of his wet throat. The sighs of relief that left his mouth weren’t helping her either.

 With her towel now sitting on his thigh, Rooster turned the car on, looking over his shoulder to check what was behind him - what wasn’t rain that is - not seeing how Bea’s eyes widened when this time she could see his neck, collarbones and the top of his pectorals dusted with chest hair.

She clenched her hands on top of her jeans clad thighs, keeping her eyes ahead, the whiff of his cologne almost making her feel woozy, so she tried to make herself as small as she could, tucking her body closer to the door.

The Bronco moved, the sound of rain hitting the roof getting louder the farther they got from the Hard Deck. She could only watch the rain drops and blurred colors of the night life as Rooster drove her to her house, her bag sitting on top of her stomach - almost like a shield - while her face turned to the window, trying her best to keep it to herself.

Rooster’s eyes kept moving from the road to Bea, who sat quietly on the passenger seat, almost curled onto herself with her bag clutched to her stomach so tightly the little Xenomorph keychain seemed to be digging inside her wrist. He licked his lips, wracking his brain in hopes to think of something to fill the silence. Ever since he watched her bolt out of the beach after obliterating Hangman, then avoiding him at all costs in the bar, he wanted to talk to her.

He cleared his throat, adjusting himself on the seat with a grimace, his clothes were damp and warm now, “So…” he began, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, “Where did you learn volleyball?”

“School.” she mutters, “Was part of the team then I joined the all girls team in college.”

“Your college has an official volleyball team?”

“No, no it was just something the girls in my class wanted to do.” she murmurs, playing with the tiny ring on her thumb, “We were an informal team, we’d meet up on the weekends to face off the girls from other classes.”

“What was the name Shells said they gave you? Torpedo?” that made a quiet laugh leave her lips and he felt himself relax for a second, glad to see her smiling “What’s funny?”

“They wanted to make me a shirt with the name on it.” she smiles, “We never did, we didn’t have the time to make uniforms, we weren’t an official team. We were just a bunch of girls having fun during the weekends.”

“It’d still be pretty cool.” he adds, “Wouldn’t be wrong either.” she looked at him then, turned her face with those big green eyes blinking up in surprise, “Didn’t you see Hangman scrambling? He got pissy because he was bested by someone who isn't any of us. You are really good.”

Beatrice’s cheeks reddened and she dropped her gaze back to her hands, a tiny smile on her face “Thank you.” was her quiet reply. He wanted to ask her why she ran off, but he felt it was better if he didn’t, not yet at least, not when she seemed to relax. 

He almost felt bad when he reached her driveway, “Your stop milady.” he smiles, watching her laugh softly while gathering her things, the rain got lighter now, making it easier to see where he was going. Jolene’s little head peeked from behind the curtains, much like when he came here for the first time, soft ‘boofs’ leaving her mouth while her whole body shook. Beatrice opened the passenger door before he could do so, grabbing her things and then looking down at him.

“Wait here.” she said, rushing to the front door after leaving the car. He stood there, a bit confused on her words but he watched her enter her house, the insides lighting up as she turned on the lights. It wasn’t long until she returned, this time with two huge fluffy towels in her arms.

He smiled confusedly as she stopped next to his door, “What’s this?” she gestured to him to open it so he did, “Why the towels?”

“So you can sit on them.” she said quickly, “It won't help your clothes too much, but it’ll be better than sitting in a water bowl.”

His mouth parted in surprise, “Sit on them- Bea, you didn’t have to. I can handle this.” but he was already stepping out of the Bronco, Beatrice leaning over to spread one of the towels on the seat. It soaked up the moisture immediately, so she folded it into a square to make it like a little pillow for him, draping the one that was left on the back of his seat. The lilac and baby pink towels were a bit of a glare in the dark interior of his car, but he couldn’t find it in himself to complain. 

When he looked down at her, he genuinely thanked her, “You really didn’t have to.”

She shrugs, folding her hands together, “I used to do this to my brother whenever he got back from surfing. I know how bad it feels to have your seat soaked like that.” she bites her lower lip, “Just so you can get back without feeling…damp.”

Rooster laughed gently, still looking down at her but then shaking his head, “Right, yeah…I’ll bring them back to you.” He tells her quickly, “So they don’t smell like wet dog, I promise.” his smile was so wide his cheeks hurt, but she nodded shyly at him, holding her upper arms close to her body.

The smell of fabric softener and lavender got stronger when he sat back down and he tried his best to not inhale deeply. He slid on his seatbelt, latching it shut “Drive safely…and thank you, for the ride.” she says, leaning forward a bit so he can see her face on the window.

“It’s no problem…thanks for the towels,” she laughs and her face lights up “Promise I’ll bring them clean soon, okay?”

“Okay.” she straightened herself, stepping back so he could reverse the Bronco out of her driveway. She gave him a little wave once he was distant enough, he waved back before turning the car away and driving off.

Her towels were so soft and fluffy, it was like he had blankets on his back and on his ass, but he couldn’t stop the giddy smile on his face. Once he reached a stop light, he leaned back on his seat, cupping her lower part of his face, shaking his head almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

He smiled even wider when he remembered the way she waved him off, chuckling to himself with both of his hands on his face, “God...” he laughs, staying on the stop sign smiling like a boy with a crush.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Watching episode 39 of Once Upon A Witchlight (Spoilers warning!)

This podcast is so found family coded for me and I'm definitely gonna start writing down moments I liked to share here with y'all! I already got episode 40 done too so be on the lookout for that post after this one uwu

@cafekitsune made these awesome dividers, I'm gonna start using them for style!

Bloodytoes flirting with Gricko because of their shared hatred of the lornlings gives me "really? In front of my salad?" Vibes but the salad is hootsie

Mikey not blinking for the entire opening was very scary and also worrying because how the hell can he do that??? And it just made me wonder if Gricko could do that also

When Torbek is eating the feathers and plucking the vultures, I can imagine my self insert just giving him MORE feathers to eat because "I can't tell if this is a bugbear thing or a Torbek thing but if it makes him happy :) "

Andy and Mikey talking joking about Frost having rizz and also being an incel with a fedora was so good. I can't believe my AroAce (Headcanon) brother has more rizz than me >:(

Derek jokingly telling Nikki her heartbeat sounds aren't good enough and he should do them which makes her kill frost with a sharp pot lid “my fucking rest of my body!" Was so damn funny

Sea cucumber robert rectangle trousers ice pops (Spongebob Squarepants) I love it when Gricko makes unofficial names for random things haha!!

“You feel frost filling your mouth" NOT THE FIRST TIME, PROBABLY WON'T BE THE LAST!!!

The group really wanting to leave Gricko for dead in the meat locker because his stupid ass really wanted the heart in the box

Hootsie biting off Gideon's nipple so hard that it gushes blood and B-Toes looking happy about it. Hootsie just was protecting her Papa!!

Mending is Frost's signature spell at this point I swear to the gods

“Male satyr dangling his, dangling his hooves” BAD PLACE TO STUTTER NIKKI!!

Gideon's rage code word being bitch is never NOT funny to me

Torbek FINALLY using one of his dimension doors from back when they fought the rabbits to save the satyr is so nice (like what if he did it cause he thought maybe the satyr was related to my self insert?) Also did they retcon him eating the second one or what cause apparently he has another but when Andy was absent, Nikki made Torbek eat it and fall unconscious

The satyrs name is Vancele (vawn-cell) and he is HUNG (and maybe related to my self insert but probably not) Also just in general I love it when the group runs into satyrs because it shows that there is a good possibility that my character COULD be canon! And it's just funny to imagine my amnesiac satyr seeing another one and being like "Are we related??"

Gideon comforting his upset husband about his missing hat is so damn cute, I love my dads so much

Gricko being terrible at lying is such a Gricko thing

Torbek being fancy with his new +1 luck rose! So glad he got something good, my bestie deserves it!!

Every time Gricko says “those FUCKERS" I die out laughing because of how unnaturally pissed off he is

Frost being the most accidentally horniest dude on the team AND the most badass with his meta magic is so cool “I will do them both, I'm very flexible" My brother got RIZZ!!

#a family can be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child #self ship #self ship stuff #self shipping #self ship community #self insert #canon can suck my metaphorical dick

[kindlyanni]

Answering the latest asks!

It's that I was around 12-13yo when it was shown in Finland so I don't remember anything about it anymore.

It hasn't come up in the comic but I think Dylan told his mom about them dating during summer when she started to wonder what's going on with him. But he hasn't told her that he is a vampire.

I'm so happy to hear this, thank you so much!! <3

This made me really happy and honestly tear up a little bit. I can only imagine how it felt to get the haircut. Thank you for having us with you all this time and I hope you're in a good place on your journey now. <3

Thank you! I've been doing alright, hope you have too! And welcome back!

I've seen a bunch of similar comments recently, people lost Transfusions for a long while and now found it again randomly. I guess many didn't follow when it moved from SmackJeeves to it's own website. SJ was a great place to start the first webcomic (RIP) but it was a little exhausting to dance around their mature content rules (it was allowed in a way but they had taken down similar comics before. And then I was offered a new place for Transfusions where I didn't had to worry about that.

I've been loving the website Transfusions has now and the freedom it has, but of course SmackJeeves was a platform and it had a community and some readers didn't want to leave it. And sometimes life just happens and now the platform is gone.

But I've been happy to see many old readers find me Transfusions again either via my fanart or y'all sharing my art. And that's why sharing my webcomic posts is so important, not just to bring in new readers but also bringing home lost lambs, if you will uwu

It's pronounced Finnish-ly because I don't really have a reason, I thought it was a cool name back then. But I don't mind if people pronounce it differently, as long as it's not Joe or Joel or Joan or Jordan or whatever else I see it written as sometimes...

Here're Plague, Ulriikka and Otto chilling on top of Jousia.

Hope your exams went well!

I'm so glad!! Thank you Jessica! :3

Haha, this makes me very happy, thank you! :D

Lol thank you, I try!

haha that's awesome! All the pets to your furry creature!

Moikkelström! :D I'm glad you enjoy my art, welcome aboard the ship! Have a lovely weekend as well!

Hahaha you're very welcome! :D

boosty boost @sandmanbigbang! o/

#phew sorry these took me a while! #asks #transfusions talk #long post

[ladytauria]

hey liv sorry in advance i am nosy

🍓🐇🧃🪐🍬🦷🦋🦴🪲

dont be sorry! i enjoy nosy uwu

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

hmm

i was 12. my favorite tv show at the time was this old disney cartoon, "super robot monkey team hyper force go" (abbreviated as SRMTHFG or SRMTHG. i prefer the first but plenty of people use the second.) it was canceled after its 4th season and, uh. the ending was SO bad. like, major major cliffhanger.

anyway, i was looking up... i don't even remember at the time. and i discovered deviantart, and i discovered this person's OCs. read a lot about them, including some fanfic, and then eventually discovered fanfiction.net

i didn't realize what it was at first; i thought it was just a writing in general site? and i was like oh! i can share the book i'm working on! (i have been trying to write a novel since i was 10). and then as i was looking into where i would post it, i realized what it actually was. (no, the title didn't give it away. idk why.)

so then i was like oh!!! this is really cool actually!!! and i wrote my first fanfic xD

that was in 2011? so i was 12, almost 13.

and i've been reading & writing fic ever since~

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

okay so this is a tough question

bc like

i love love love love love second person.

like.

*adore* it.

second person, present tense is my absolute fave, but past tense is good too. (i have written an entire sapphic little mermaid retelling [12k words i think] in second person. uh, it needs revisions but it's a full draft. i opened it it the other day and im still so proud of it uwu)

howEVER. outside of writing second person w/o ever explicitly naming the pov character i have not actually written a reader-insert? so for that reason alone i will have to say 'prefer writing oc's'

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

uhh

hm

i'm a chronic oversharer (mostly in the tags) so that's kind of tough!

ah! since my grandmother's memory issues started, i've been doing about half of the cooking (it's been a bit of a battle, as she keeps trying to do everything xD) and i've cooked a lot of new things this year!! i've gotten very good at cooking pork chops. which 🤔 now that i bring that up, i might make friday! or tonight, but they're still in the freezer, so...

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

my grandmother's memory situation has improved a lot!! it's still not great, but like. strides ahead of where we were 7-8 months ago!

my anxiety has been much kinder to me this year <3 i've made some very lovely friends this year~

mmm, oH, my energy levels have been fantastic this year. i didn't realize just how bad they had gotten until i started these new meds, and now i'm just. <333 much better.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

hm

idk if i have any unpopular opinions...? i mean. i'm sure i must, but... nothing immediately comes to mind ^^;

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

hmmm

recently been trying to get in the habit of summarizing what i want to do before i start writing. it makes the process much easier, if ik a bit about what i want to do before going in?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

i am much better at being patient than i ever gave myself credit for in the past <3

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

i can't think of one piece in particular, as the places i find inspiration are. all over the board?

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

picked a wip from my open tabs at random! funnily enough this is also the one i ended up doing for the emoji ask xD

it's also almost triple what this asked for but once i started writing i couldn't stop <3

He swallows, staring up at Tim. Jason has had plenty of practice reading people through a domino, but. He has no reference for the look Tim is giving him now. Only that it— That the feeling it gives him is… is new and strange. He has no name for it, the way his stomach feels fluttery and tight, his scalp and fingers tingling. His mouth opens—but all that escapes is a stuttery puff of air. That’s okay. He doesn’t know what he was going to say anyway. Tim hooks a gloved finger under his chin; tipping his face up. He leans in, slowly—so slow that Jason— There’s nothing keeping him there. He could run. Turn away. But he feels caught, feet anchored in place. Tim’s mouth touches his, and all thought leaves him. Jason has never been kissed before.

[ writers truth or dare ask game ]

#ask gaming #felinemotif #asks and answers #tauriawritesfanfic #the color of hope (canary yellow)