#compaired to either of them

[tadpoleponders]

By the time I realize I’ve listened to the whole aftg trilogy in three or so days its too late to get out of the depression hole I guess…

[cent-scratchnsniff]

hoptal

[timcassie]

I think Young Justice’s individual characters are better written as people but the Young Avengers are better written as a team.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Abby Anderson modern day head-cannons

Parings - Abby Anderson if the apocalypse never happened

Tw- some nsfw at the end

An- this is both In general headcannons and relationships

Abbys father is a neurosurgeon so mans is loaded bro 😭- abby def went to one of those hella expensive private schools.

She’s kinda old and new money

So Abby can go three ways ok

The typical basic blonde IT girl

Straight girl on the weight lifting team

Muscular masculine lesbian

I think we all know which one makes the most sense.

Abby wouldn’t come out to her father about being a lesbian until like high school

I’m pretty sure her mom died in the beginning of the apocalypse but it could be safe to assume that she’s also a doctor in modern day

Abby would of gone to a really good university and become a neurosurgeon like her father

While in medical school she met Nora and Mel - they knew Owen and manny and that’s how the group all met

She would of definitely done sports - so sports Abby did would be

Weightlifting

Basketball

Ice hockey

She’ll go online and see the thirst edits and comments about her and laugh because she’s not only flattered but she’ll find multiple women who are her type and like their comments.

HEAVVVYYY against college parties like girly is a student athlete and on a scholarship for her medical degree — she’s always studying and doesn’t want to do anything to ruin her scholarship

After she gets her degree she works in a well known and high paying hospital

Got a German Shepard and named her Alice

Graduated top of her class

A big football fan and if her school has a football team she would go to every home game.

You and Abby most likely met in college.

you two met after both taking a same extracurricular.

she had to actually prep talk herself into actually going up to you and talking to you

once she actually asked you out she was freaking out over wether or not you actually liked her (she had Nora help her pick out an outfit)

after a few dates she awkwardly asked if she could be your girlfriend. You said yes of-course

At first you thought the relationship would be hard since Abby’s always busy but much to your surprise she always made time for you

After like a week together she took you to meet her parents, you were anxious as her parents were well known medical professionals but they welcomed you with open arms

Once she introduced you to the friend group you knew you were stuck with her.

Is overly protective of you- a guy hits on you she’s passive aggressively getting into his face. Some girls are starting drama with you - she’ll tell them to fuck off . A teacher is refusing to take your paper late - Abby will go have a one on one possibly bribe the teacher to take your paper.

If you did well on exams she’ll take you out to a nice resturant however if you did poor she’ll reassure you take you to a comfort food restaurant and help you study next time.

Outside Abby’s the sweetest most gentle person you’ve ever seen however in the bedroom it’s completely different

Abby is the type of woman to take her time devouring you. She would spend hours between your thighs with her tongue on your clit and her thick fingers pumping in and out of you painfully slow

She can either be soft and loving whispering sweet nothings into your ear taking her time with you compaired to when she lost an important game or is stressed out about exams she’ll fuck you like no tomorrow, denying you your orgasm and degrading you, with her thick strap deep into you

[mondstaub1]

Not like they expected us to be

My first Jasico fanfiction idea- enjoy

Summary: Jason is not a womanizer like his father or brothers and wonders if something is wrong with him. Enter Nico di Angelo

Jason is used to being compaired to his father and brothers (espically hercules/heracles). It has been a heavy weight on his shoulders for as long as he can remember. But the thing is, he isn't like his father or his brothers in almost all aspects. Still as a son of Jupiter certain things are expected of him and he found it hard to keep up sometimes but he never imagined that his love/sex life would be such a difficult thing for him to master.

No matter if greek or roman myths one thing they all have in commen: Jasons father is a horny bastard. The man couldn't keep it in his pants if his life depended on it. If it can be fucked he did, gender, form or concent be damned. Many of his sons followed a simular patern (his daughters swore of men and became virgin warrior goddesses. Let that sink in) and his mortal children were rarely diffrent either. Hercules was married around 14/15 and fathered over 50 sons by the time he turned 18. So naturally Jason was expected to have a simualr apitite when it came to lovers but he didn't. It just didn't come natural to him. Sure girls had often flirted or just straight up offered to sleep with him but Jason had always denied them. It did not feel right.

Once he hit puperty it became a nightmare, people began to stare and wisper and Jason fought with himself to stay composed and not blush in shame. Other boys were different, they often talked about girls and what they wished to do with them. Jason couldn't get it. Sure the fact that the most important girl in his life was Reyna and even suggesting things like that to her would get him castrated at the very least. Not that he would do it even if she would agree. He loved Reyna but just not like that, he could not imagine himself sexually with her or anyone for that matter.

He tried to push the thought down, it wasn't important, espacially not with everything else going on.

For a short time he thought himself in love with Piper, she was beautiful and smart, a daughter of Aphrodite and everything that he was told he should want in a girl. Lupa aproved the match but the problem was that, at the end of the day Jason did not. When the mist of confusion and attraction that clowed his mind wore off he quickly realised that he has no attraction to Piper at all. Something he had to tell her after she had tried to go for a kiss. Jason has never kissed anyone before and something inside him told him that she was not the right one.

Nearly everyone who learned of his rejection of Piper looked at him like he was crazy. They thought him his father's son and Jupitor would have never rejected such an opportunity. It made him unconfortable. Some looked at him like he was defect, they often metioned his father or brothers and their many conquests. Jason wanted to scream.

One of the few peole who did not compair him to his father was Nico di Angelo. When Jason had asked him why the boy raised an eyebrown and answered: "If you were anything like your father then I would hate you. I don't and you're no so I see no point in it." Maybe it had something to do with the fact that many still mistreaded or jugded the son of Hades unfairly for his own parentage but Jason kept that thought to himself.

As time passed he and Nico became closer and for the first time in his life Jason fell in love. He wanted to be around Nico, wanted to kiss him, be with him. It was nothing like the fling that many expected of him but he didn't care. Being with Nico made him happy, made his skin burn and his heart beat faster. When they first kissed, shy and unsure and fubeling like the boys they were Jason knew that is was more meaningful then any amont of flings could ever be

[lillith-diablo]

How I think the sans AUs would react to a cat curling up on them!

Bad sanses edition✨

Error: He would definitely start glitching a bit if a cat came out of nowhere and touched him, but I think after getting used to it he would let the cat lay with him all it wanted!

Horror: He would struggle to not either eat the cat or push it off, but if he was able to not harm it he would definitely cuddle with it. The cat would be so small compaired to his cannon height!

Dust: He would struggle intensely to not kill the cat for EXP, and phantom Pap would be urging him too, but I think if Nightmare or Horror was there to help, he'd be able to not hurt it. (Not Killer BC they canonically hate each other.)

Killer: He won't move. Period. If a cat lays on you, you mustn't move, and he knows that law. And would whine when the cat moved. He would also pet the cat and snuggle it close while it slept.

Nightmare: He would very carefully move the cat off of him with his tentacles. Unless he was cold. Then he would let the cat stay because of it's body heat. (And maybe give it a few headpats 😁)

Cross: He would tense up, torn between taking the cat off and cuddling it. So, he would just sit there, contemplating his decisions. (until the cat woke up, most likely)

Let me know if you all want me to do the Star Sanses!!

[aftapati]

Headcanon prompt: requested by @noblereason.

& Early life / before becoming a Soul Reaper.

From a young age, Sōsuke was considered to be a very curious child, always wanting to learn more about everything as if his curiosity is an everlasting fountain. Besides the fact he was already deemed to be quite a special child ( as if he had no equal in terms of prowess and even spiritual pressure ) if there is one thing that defined him from a young age it would be his curiosity.

One wouldn't say that he had the dream childhood, but he had no complaints either. He wouldn't ask more than he was able to get but one thing that he loved more than anything was books. Any type of books. Raging from educational ones, literary, poetic to mythology and even theology. Even books that included knowledge about others worlds, such as the world of the living. Sōsuke would constantly find himself question everything to the point of becoming almost irritating. And mind you, back then was far more mindful and kind to what he is now, without having his manners altered.

And consequently, he began becoming curious as to why this whole world of Soul Society exists. Why soul reapers exist? Why hollows exist? Why do they need to feed on humans? So many questions yet the answers he would get seemed too obvious for his liking, but he had to settle in.

Or did he had to?

So, from a young age you wouldn't see him hanging around with other kids so much. Most likely because he found himself unable to communicate the way he wanted to. You would definitely catch him inside his room reading his books that either his deceased parents had purchased for him, or purchased himself by doing chores/work that would earn him money. As aforementioned, he didn't have an ideal childhood, but he was grateful for what he had.

But he knew that this life wasn't enough, therefore he had to do something about it, to change it. The more he was fiesting on those books, the more knowledge he was getting, the more he wanted to expand this wisdom he already wielded. Aizen was rather intelligent for his age, constantly praised by the elders around him. From his courteous manners to his will in providing assistance to those who need it yet no more than needed to be done, in order for someone to take advantage of him. De facto, he enjoyed talking a lot, having conversations about a variety of subjects. ( mostly him questioning almost everything, even if it is something insignificant ) It wasn't tough for someone to fascinate the youngster especially if they had a good topic with information to provide.

He doesn't have many memories when it comes to outdoor activities. To him, it wasn't fulfilling playing with other kids the games you would see them playing. He found himself a bit too awkward to interact with them, since he was considered a bit ' odd ' if you will, compaired to the rest of them. But that was fine by him. You could definitely say that this was his first taste of aloneness, but he didn't mind much about it, albeit its slight bitter aftertaste.

Eventually you could say is that the very same curiosity led to him to actions that were proven to be impactful later in his life, and for the rest of this world that he was so inquisitive about. He knew in his mind that the minute he decided to become a Soul Reaper, he would have to find any opportunities he could get, to learn more about this world, more about the governship, more about what they really are and why are they doing what they are.

However, little did he know that the minute he decided to become a soul reaper, it would change his life completely. Views, perspectives, morals, everything was about to be shifted.

[thelemoncoffee]

because all i've been thinking about lately for saiouma is questions that i throw into the saiouma server on ocassion, why not just collect a bunch of them and make the list a post?

yeah let's do that, silly saiouma questions

How well do they handle roller coasters? and what's their favorite kind?

How did Shuichi get introduced to DICE?

What's the stupidest injury either have gotten?

How facinated are they by name meanings/zodiacs/other such forturne telling stuff

Which one's more supersistious and what made them so?

What's an unconventional animal you associate them with (by unconventional i mean an animal that they aren't commonly compaired to)

What's the weirdest/stupidest/funniest date they ever had?

What's their morning routine together?

okay i think that's enough, vibe with them, think about them, eat them.

[yarn-drag0n]

#mARTch challenge day 2 - inspirations

Im writing since the things off this list that Id want to draw are a circle diagram with "favorite thing to draw"

Animals and plants are probably the biggest source of inspiration. Especially lesser known animals and weird plants. I like looking into flower symbolisim and stuff too, the idea of being able to communicate complicated ideas with a coded visual language is appealing to me. Tho probably not a lot of people know flower symbolisim of hand (i dont either) its just a way to guide myself in picking which flower... i feel similarly about gemstones and minerals. I like drawing them and i love looking at them, but i think its harder for me to capture the "essence of beauty" in a stone than a plant or animal. I think birds and fish are the most fun for me to draw and I love learning about them. They all have really different life cycles and "personalities". They can also be very colorful and I'm drawn to that. Same with insects, they are funny little guys, and they have great features to incorperate into other creatures.

Similar to animals I love mythological creatures. They are probably on of the most consistent and lasting sources of inspiration for both my art and writing. Its a pretty much never ending topic, its why i went with it as the theme for my long term comic project Tidal Lines. I also just love learning about and drawing weird little guys. Tsuchinoko are an eternal favorite. Dragons also, since they can be so many different ways. The dragons in breath of fire 4 are some of my favorite and a very early (like age 7) source of inspiration to draw and think about dragons.

Those are like the main inspiration for subjects i like to draw... in terms of actual drawing style its a bit more difficult to talk about since I tend to just draw "however it wants to be drawn" in the way that I can manage. In a sense the tactile elements of the medium are the inspiration. I love the way watercolors control, and love watching it and ink on the page. I dont do a lot of "style studies" and sometimes I think i really should.... Id like to be influenced by the art of yoshitoshi abe, range murata, clamp, miyazaki (especially the nausicaa comic and his pencil+water color style). I also would like to be able to draw in a more simple but appealing way, the style of digimon adventure is one I like a lot for that quality. I think once i list these out I can see the influences in my "style" but im not sure if one would think of it nessecarily... im always interested to hear what people think my art looks like and compaires to, since i feel like i can't really tell.

Oh, the way I draw noses is consiously chosen because of Secret Saturdays and early Soul Eater. Its changed a bit, because I wanted ways to get more variation, but its something in the way I draw faces that can be directly traced back to those styles.

I am also inspired just gennerally by the marriage of visual art and storytelling. I like being able to include character and worldbuilding details visually. In a sense it feels more naturalistic to present these sorts of details visually, and when I see nice examples of it in other works its really exciting. There is a lot of this in miyazaki's films.

I am also inspired by people who can get "messy" or scraggly lines to look good and give a vibe. Randal's friends is a comic that i think of, and I want to draw with more looseness and weirdness.

I am very much inspired by my friends who draw. Drawing together and working on our art and talking about it and showing each other is one of the main things that keeps me encouraged to keep drawing.

TLDR i am inspired by everything in the world, all beaings and stories and my friends :>

[lokislynx]

Sometimes...

*Loki laughs*

Fine, Loki. Quite often I don't understand people.

Like why is it okey to call a cis woman a homophobe 'cause she ships many male gay couples. Like Erik and Nadir. Loki and Thor (not brothers! Specially not in norse myths!). Loki and Mobius... which is not really my cup of tea but I don't mind. Ooh, Louis and Lestat!

Not that I feel like a cis woman.

Does it take something away from other ships? Is that why people get so mad at each other?

Ezio and Leonardo (such an adorable couple) doesn't take anything away from people who ship Ezio with Sofia (so cute together) ⚘ (tulip should be white).

Erik loves Christine but is absolutely head over heels in love with Nadir in another multiverse. Win win.

I see no problems. I do see a problem in a ship that has problematic "moral ground". Like when you are supposed to ship a liked character with a narcissists who abuses them and that's supposed to be cool. Like shipping Susan Kay's Erik with Javert from the same book with the same background story (I don't think anyone has).

No problem if you're not writing a love story but want to express something else like the horrors of domestic abuse. If you add sex scenes in the Poetic Edda between Loki and Thor but change nothing else that doesn't make it a love story. It's still pretty much what it was; a tale of how life and the worlds came to be and how it will all end as it is alsova tale of a god's down fall and how that is the spark for the inferno which brings down the very gods.

I've said it before but I do think that if a person writes a love story between let's say Loki and Mobius and rewrites the characters and situations they are in in a way that's portrayes them in a loving relationship, that a good ship. They made it work. That's what a ship is. It's love and freedom to break free of the bonds of the original story.

I for one love love and it's nice to read good stories about it. I also like interesting characters and deep relationships. Xena and Gabrielle. Erik and Nadir. Louis and Lestat. It's already in the original. With the last two it's slightly fucked up but balanced... fairly balanced at least. With Louis and Lestat it's pretty much "I slap you, you slap me" but they are vampires. With Erik and Nadir it's "I'm impossible but you can't harm me, yes you are but you can't hurt me either".

...

So what is a ship?

Love is nice.

Seeing the other part of the relationship smack and slap the other around physically or mentally who remains passive, that's domestic abuse or simply violence.

The difference is huge.

In fact they have nothing to do with each other.

It's like compairing a person who's rooting for love to a homophobe.

[clevertyrantcherryblossom]

its so funny compairing this year to last year at work like. last year i would every-so-often try to sprinkle in little "mannnnn, if only we had a union. haha just kidding. unless..." type shit into conversations with coworkers and general sentiment was either "well, thatll never happen" or generally ignoring it.

but things since have gotten everrrr so slightly worse and now about a third of my coworkers are like "you know, they cant stop us if we all walk out" "what if we just unionized and didnt tell them" "what would corperate do to stop us? work? theyve never done that a day in their life." and the only thing holding everyone else back is the belief that the other stores wouldnt join them in a walk out.

so anyways, next year who knows? 👀

[amraijewell]

Am I the weird one for judging someone? I am 19 and I have two close friends. One of them, who I will call R, is the same age and we have been friends since 2nd grade and the other, who I will call A, is a year younger and we have been friends since 7th grade. R does not A because supposedly because A talks crap about her family a lot. I don't really care because she has been a loyal friend to me and that's all that matters too me. Not to mention A really does have a messed up family life, she just exaggerats as a lot of people do. However, what really gets me upset is that R has the gall to dislike her based on that to the extent she does. R and I were talking about a group hang out and I mentioned A and she gave me this explanation as to why she "puts up with her for me". I put up with way more from your friend then you do with mine! Our freshman year R and her friend for about two years were supper close and I was RIGHTFULLY jealous, since she chose her other friend over me for EVERY group project. I never mentioned it because R never stopped reminding us "don't make me choose between you two or I won't choose either and find other friends". It made me want to choose, like be real we are your only close friends it's not that simple. I didn't want her to choose because she was the only friend I had in my grade and because she showed on several occasions who she would choose with her actions. I love R, but sometimes she is so unaware of what she is doing. Anyway this other friend was a real jerk. She talked crap behind my back, another thing I didn't tell R about. She refused to have a conversation with me except for one time me and A were making fun about the election that was going on and she joins in with a different opinion and later goes and tells R who then talks to me "let's not talk about politics". WE weren't talking politics A and I were SHE joins in after ignoring us for all of our other conversations. Anyway, A has been a saint compaired to R's friend. Sorry I know that spiraled, but let me know if you read this and have an opinion. I don't need validation, I just wanted to vent too an audience that will listen and any response will be my way of knowing I have an audience lol.

[alistairhunter]

"Cautious approaches are why you are losing ground, Lal. I know a snake will bide its time but you would rather stand in one place than react." It was what allowed the Lightless to make their moves, to grow in the past few years. "I have no problem with peace, it's the same balance of life and death. But this order is about to be disrupted."Callum would not be satisfied by simply watching where he went. If it meant taking matters into his own hands then so be it to restore the balance between the groups. "As for ancient beings, it's the power I'm conerned about. Not just age. There's a difference between a powerful person that we might want to recruit for ourselves and one that could very well overwhelm all of us. O'Caomhain falls into the latter. There's no point in recruiting them when they may want to overthrow, at least if you're smart about it."

All the rumors Suresh may have heard amounted to little compaired to someone that had actually met him., "Is it the chicken or the egg? We may never know. If he comes after, he's a vulture. If he comes before, he either had a direct hand in it or possesses some sort of clairvoyance to know what will happen. Do any of your little pieces of gossip point to him having that ability?"

But the blood was interesting. It was enough to calm him momentarily to take the information in. Callum took a breath, shifting to fold his hands in front of him and his aged eyes moved to the headstone in front of him. "-He doesn't bleed easy. Must be hard for a blood witch. When we fought, I stabbed him and left a nasty bite. His shirt was drench but not totally because he healed so quickly. He must carry vials to avoid having to draw blood- but I doubt he's beyond just a deeper wound in order for him to get the blood or he'll use someone else's."

"Don't lump me in with whoever else you are thinking of. You don't know what I think of you because you don't ask, you just like to tell. But I'm delighted to hear that you enjoyed your youth." Suresh folded his hands in front of him as he listened quietly. "Maybe when I finally grow up I too will get that opportunity." He stated with dry irony. Considering his age and the fact that his place was as the living avatar of his god. Suresh knew that Callum had a whole life of experiences that Suresh knew little to nothing about. But Callum did make it easy to poke at him even while Suresh respected him as another leader.

Suresh frowned at Callum, "I do not think you are an invalid. And I have not used the word paranoid. You did. I just suggested a more cautious approach." The Naga regarded the other coolly as Callum shifted into passive threats and insinuations. "Besides myself? No. None that come to mind right now." Suresh was calm as he unfolded his hands and lifted them palms up, "Well, would you like it to be understood between us that we will contractually warn one another or not? You can't have it both ways. But I'll leave it up to you." Only a fool would show their hand to someone that would gladly stab them in the back given half a chance. "Just so I understand since my idea of what ancient is might differ from yours. How old should they be for me to warn you?"

Suresh was aware that Callum needed his help, or this conversation would have never happened. And that it probably galled the shifter something fierce to need the help. He nodded slightly, "I vaguely remember something like that. All of us immortals keep very, very light tabs on each other over the millennia. But which came first? The catastrophe or the blood witch?" Suresh nodded at the question, reaching up he placed two ringed fingers on his own chest and tapped it lightly, "He carries blood on him. Vials in his coat pocket and one here... a necklace." He offered the information freely.

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

Yandere karl heisenberg x (f) reader

Warnings:reader is secretly into this,smut,blood,violence,possessiveness,karl being an idiot,karl and reader being eachothers stalker,pred/prey,oral,fingering,biting,knotting, karl is a lycan,overstimulation, position 69, size difference

Summary: reader is from a different village who's a painter and got a little bit too curious about the lord of metal. They also are eachothers stalker

He didn't expect something as pretty as you walking into his domain,less than expecting you to be eaten by lycans much beforehand but there was something that kept you alive. He never expected someone hes watched,let alone had urges for,would be so close to his domain. With Art supplies in hand,you made your way up to the factory and went to knock on the doors, the doors screeched open before you even touched them. A gloved hand grabbed your shirt and yanked you inside,effectively pinning you to the wall with a rather angry but handsome looking man staring down at you. He made no attempt to speak,only eyeing you then hoisted you over his shoulder.

He noticed how you didnt speak,only feeling your head perking up then moving around to glance at the walls. He assumed you were catching glimpses and searching for ways out. However,that was the opposite as he assumed as you stared in awe at the factory,staring at the intricate machinery and conveyor belts that carried weapons so terrfying you assumed he got inspiration from some book.

"Welcome to my home!" His voice boomed,he dropped you to your feet and you looked around at the workshop.

The workshop was dirty at best,very unkempt and rather unsafe. There on a wall was pictures of him and four other beings with slashes and puncture marks in the pictures. He noticed your stares and picked up his picture,smiling as your eyes lit up at the realization who he was. Your village warned you of the lords,having a few runins with lord moreu on less than pleasing circumstances. He saw you hold the picture up to compaire him to the picture,huffing and swatting it away as he took a step closer.

"You do realize you waltzed into the most dangerous lords domain and are still alive? You should be proud...of either your stupidity or luck,but you aren't leaving anytime soon" he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

You just shrugged and set up your art supplies,more interested in painting the lord himself without exactly caring about the outcome. You already were informed you might not come out alive...oh what you would do for some artistic material in the dull Romanian mountains. He looked shocked then spoke,repeating what he said before you just simply nodded. He expression was between a mixture of pure disbelief and pure shock,something you laughed at as he stared at you.

"You do realize I wouldn't have done this if I already contempt with dying" he groaned,spinning around on his heel as he couldn't believe your lack of fear and shock. He didn't expect less from you however,in his hours of watching your particular village and sending off lycans to pick off your friends. He even sent letters boasting about it but your expression always turned into one of interest when reading them. A mysterious stalker,something so common in your village because of the lack of control there,men and women allowed to whatever they wanted.

"Look-" you started.

"No! No no no this is not how this is supposed to go,you're supposed to be angry-be shocked! Hit me for fucks sake! But you're not,why aren't you angry? I practically kidnapped you and you act like you're-not even giving a shit!" He felt genuinely frustrated with your relaxed expression.

You stood up from where you were setting up your supplies,taking care free steps towards him as he stood there with a shocked expression. Your hands went up to cup his face,your laughter shocking him out of his trance. He braced for your hand as if you were going to hit him,a look of pure joy washing over your face.

"M'lord,I'm contempt with dying,if theres a reason moreu didn't kill me-then so be it but if I die,I die" he seemed surprised but leaned into your warmth,taking advantage of the connection as he placed a hand over yours. He didn't realize you knew something he didn't, you knew he watched you and you in turn,watched him back. Sending letters of appreciation to him,paintings that would've been shredded if lycans got to them. He always got the letters,always throwing them away when he read them but he kept the paintings,eager to have some form of appreciation for his lordship duties. He didn't know that you were the one who sent them,not caring to read the signature on them as they blatantly said your name.

"Now-you see m'lord, I know you watch me-" you started,his hands coming up to cup yours as he listened intently.

"So I thought-why not go to you? It's not like I have anything better to do,y'know with my whole village murdered and lycans roaming it. I couldn't care less about them,but why choose me? You could've had your pick at some prettier women or handsome men. You chose me-of all people!" Your tone showed pure joy as you spoke,your expression going from contempt to happiness as you neared him.

"Well well-this is a...certain turn of events,but you aren't leaving my domain even if you wanted to..but you seem to not want to" he spoke,taking one step forward until he was pressed against your body,hands snaking to your hips to grip them and rub the skin there.

"You know I hoped to chase you through the factory,all villagers I bring here give me a good chase but you chose differently" he said softly,his head leaning down to press against yours as his hands kept you pressed against his body.

"Well...I do like a good chase" you said softly,his eyes darting to yours for uncertainties," you do love to detail in your letters about thrilling chases to catch me" your voice hinted eagerness,deliberately leaving out a key part.

"And...what do I get if I catch you?" He smirked,already knowing what you would say.

"You do say you want to show me pleasure I've never experienced,how about you hold up to that promise,hm?" Your eyes closed slowly as he buffered, not knowing what to say as you stayed in his embrace before he stepped back,releasing you from his grip.

"Run." Was all he said before you took off into his factory,arousal tenting his pants as his mind swirled and flooded with thoughts of what he'll do once he gets you. Your eager expression flashing in his mind as he pictured all the different things he could and would do once he caught you.

The factory was much more massive than you previously expected,the outside being rather large but the inside was a marvel to behold. Eyes darting at the bodies being hoisted off on conveyor belts as you watched for anything to appear. Eventually running down a hall and into a massive steel door with his crest on it,he kept his eyes away from the cameras as you hid in the dark room. Taking note of where you went but not exactly knowing which door you went into as you hid in the massive dusty bedroom. You couldn't exactly see well inside of the bedroom but you slid underneath the bed and adjusted the covers to hide that you were even there.

He gave you an ample amount of time before he darted into his own factory,too eager to find you as you hid and waited for his arrival. He knew your scent,picking up on the sweet smell as he wandered through the halls close to his bedroom. He passed door after door,opening up room after room and tore soldats to shreds when they got in his way after thinking he found you. He was becoming frustrated,more and more by the minute after failing to find you. He stood there for a minute,trying to weed out your scent between the smell of blood and death then latched onto it as soon as he found it. He followed it,ignoring the ache in his pants as he came across his half opened door-he was sure he had closed it,had a lycan gone in without him knowing? No,your scent brought him to his room before it sharply cut off at his own overwhelminf scent.

"Well I didn't expect this" he sighed,flicking on the light as he roamed around his room,opening and closing cabinet doors as he tried to find where you hid. He opened his wardrobe, riffling through it as he pulled out messy and dirty clothing. He huffed when he couldn't find you there,eventually wandering over to the bed to sit down on it as he thought for a second on where you could be.

"Oh..oh!" He perked up before dropping to his knees infront of the bed,leaning down to the floor as he peered underneath it and saw your eyes staring right back at him. He attempted to slide underneath the bed with no luck,eventually reaching a hand underneath to try and grab you. No luck there as he yanked out his hand and moved to a different side,almost grabbing you before you darted out from beneath the bed and bolted out of the room. He cursed but smiled,hearing your heavenly laughter as he bolted after you,his heavy boots thumping on the factory floor as he followed you into a lit breakroom,seeing your head dart back and fourth before he slammed open the door. Your body jolted in shock as he took long strides towards you,effectively pinning you to the wall as he slammed his hands against the wall,pinning you there as he stared down at you.

"Caught you"

He was quick to act,hoisting you over his shoulder and kept his hand there as he quickly ran back to his room. He wanted to make you confortable before he ruined you completly,he wanted to take his time and make you fully submit to him. His pants betrayed his arousal as he carried you to his bedroom then tossed you onto the surprisingly soft bed,his powers closing and locking the door behind him as he pinned you to the bed.

"Now...I am a man of my word" he grinned,your scent betraying your own arousal as his gloved hand went to cup your clothed groin. His gloved hand pulling back so he could yank his own gloves off,using your belt to tear off your pants as his took in the sight beneath him. Your eyes half lidded,hand covering your mouth as your legs were eagerly splayed open for him,your gaze held a hint of uncertainty as he found out how eager you were.

"Oh darling" his hand slowly slid down,his movements gentle as he used his thumb to rub your clit in gentle circles. His fingers dipping down to gather up your slick before bringing his hand back up to lick it off,savoring your addicting taste. Your quiet moans reached his ears when he applied more pressure,quickly circling your clit as he watched your blissed expression.

"Fuck-" your hips raised as he continued his ministrations,mouth agape as soft gasps and moans escaped. He savored your noises,drinking them up like they were some magic liquor he couldn't get enough of. He knew you were close,barley touching you as you were thrown over the edge and begged him to not stop,clearly pent up with how long it took you to come down from your high. He waited no time after,hoisting you over and onto the bed as he manuvered himself to lay back against the pillows,his hands yanking your hips back to rest near his face.

"Now be a good girl and let me feast" his head lowered as his hands gripped your thighs and opened them to expose you to him,his tounge darted out to lick a stripe up from your clit to your hole in slow movements,he took his time as he enjoyed your addicting taste. He lapped up any slick,growling when you tried to pull your hips away and yanked them back,practically forcing you to use his body as a cushion.

You turned to look away,emberassed as he enjoyed what he was doing,leaving him be as you focused on giving him pleasure. You looked down,notcing the tent in his pants that looked painfully tempting. You took a second to catch your breath,pleasure bolting up through your spine and made your hips shake as he enjoyed his meal. He felt you fiddle with his belt,trying to take it off with shaky hands. He chuckled then used his power to undo his belt and zipped,making it easier for you to gain access.

"Having fun?" Your shaky voice made a predatory look appear in his eyes,his nails digging into your skin and drawin blood when his tounge slipped into your hole,the muscle abnormally long and felt so sinfully good. This was more than enough to tempt you back to your previous quest,now palming at the tent in his briefs. He groaned when you did that,his legs widening to allow more access.

"Don't leave me waiting sweetheart" he hummed then went back to what he was doing before.

Your hands carefully pulled down his briefs, his size making an invulentary gasp escape your mouth as you marvled at his size. He was big,much bigger than you expected but this made you even more excited,your hand moving up to gently grip his length,finding it easy to use one hand to stroke him while your tounge darted out to lick the pre off of the tip. His hips bucked up,almost forcing himself into your mouth as he heaved out a heavy sigh. You could tell he was getting antsy by the way he gripped you,you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head as he watched your movements.

You turned your head to look back at him then gave him a small nervous smile before turning back to the task infront of you. Pre leaking from the tip before you turned and ran your tounge over the tip of his senstive length,he puffed out a hot breath of air as you took him into your hand and gently stroked him,your thumb rubbing the tip and teasing it in quick fast circles. You felt his pace quicken,feeling short puffs of hot air hitting your backside as he began to eat you out like a starved man,almost forcing you to completly sit on his face as he ate you out.

The girth of his length looked a bit too big to fit into your mouth, now testing out this theory by slowly lowering your mouth onto him then took him into your throat. It felt like a harsh feat since he took up most of your mouth,salty pre hitting the back of your throat as you took him down to the hilt. He let out a sinfully load moan,hips arching up and forcing you to keep him at the base in your throat,spit running down your chin as you pulled back slightly then bobbed your head back down onto his length, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking like your life depended on it. Your mouth felt heavenly compared to anything he's felt,an addicting feeling that had him patient and still as you experimented and found out different ways to stimulate him.

"Your mouth feels so good little minx-" he huffed out,his half lidded gaze watching as you bobbed your head at a relatively quick pace,jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine when you ran your tounge over the bottom of his length then swiped it over the tip when you popped off of it. Your throat burned from the stretch,something unpleasant but he could tell as a hand reached over and pushed your head back to his length.

He went back to focussing on your pleasure,now grinning as he forced out lewd and adorable noises from your body. His grip on your thighs tightened as he neared his end,him having the urge to buck into your mouth and use it like a toy until he came and had you swallow every single drop.

"Fuck-" your voice betrayed your lust,hands gripping his thighs as you burried him into your throat and hollowed your cheeks out,drawing curses from him as he hurried his movements. He felt like he was in pure heaven,the pleasure making his thighs shake and twitch before he thrusted up into your mouth and hilted himself deep within your throat. His tounge not ceasing its minstrations as he came in your throat,your head nestled down at the base as you sucked him dry. Your thighs gripped his head and tightened around it as you also came,moans reverbating through his length and helped him grow to hardness. The pleasure felt like nothing you've had before,your legs quaking and your body shook when your eyes saw white. It took awhile to come down from your high,hearing the curses from karl as you continued to gentle suckle him,overstimulation welcomed as he lapped up your mess.

"Alright-come on I have more planned" he huffed,pulling your head off of his length and turned you around so he could bring you into a rough kiss. He bit your lip in a teasing manner,now smiling as you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His length rubbed against your clit in slow languid strokes as he rolled your hips againet him,eyes closed and furrowed in consentration when he lifted your hips and slipped a finger into your tight hole,your velvety walls clamping down around him as he quickly found the senstive spot within you and curled his finger to stroke it. Your mouth clamped down onto his shoulder when he added a second,then a third, stretching you open as he enjoyed your blisted out noises. Your whines were cute ,begging him to not stop as he stroked your walls and used his thumb to rub your clit in rough fast circles. Your mind began to fog from the pleasure and sinful thoughts that ran from your mind,your body becoming heavier and heavier as your need rose,now allowing karl to have full control of the sitation.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He asked,softly laughing when you could only moan in responce.

"Alright..I think your ready" he pulled his fingers out,adoring how wet abd ready you were as he brought up his fingers to lick your slick off of them. He flipped both of you over,pressing your back into the mattress as he towered over your small body,the tip of his cock pressing at your slick hole. He took his time pushing in,his hands hooking underneath your knees as he pushed them forward to bend your body as he slowly pushed in. He let out a guttural sound as your walls fluttered around him like,a smile making its way up as he slipped down to the hilt and stayed there to let you adjust.

Your toys weren't nearly as big as him but they helped you adjust quickly,mouth agape as your soft pants reached his ears. He watched your face for any uncertainty before pulling out halfway then thrusted back to the hilt. Your gentle moans reached his ears as the tip pressed against your cervix,the sheer size of him making your stomach slightly bulge. His eyes following your gaze then found out your current thought,so he brought his hand down from your knee and pressed down on the bulge,earning both a groan from him at the pressure and a moan from you as pleasure jolted up your thighs and made them shake.

He took a second to gain his bearings,pulling put till only the tip was in before harshly burrying himself down to the hilt. He quickly found a harsh pace,your hands covering your mouth from embarrassment as moans and other noises escaped you. Your hands went to cover your face as your eyes closed,your head leaning back onto the mattress as you fully succumbed to the pleasure.

"Oh no no" his hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head,his head leaning down to your ear to whisper a punishment if you don't watch him. His pace becoming rougher and rougher as a rather large bulge began to form at the base of his cock. It popping in and iut of you,threatening to lock you both together.

"Feel that?" He grunted out,noticing your confused blissed out look," that's my knot,its going to keep us together and keep you full till I knot you again...and again..and again until you're addicted" a promise he would be sure to keep.

Your face lit up from embarrassment as he forced out a particularly loud moan as he bit down onto your neck,licking and sucking until a reddish purple mark formed. His mind lit up at the realization you liked being bitten,so he began to bite and mark your neck until it was covered with his claim,blood forming from the particularly rough ones. Your expression betrayed your lust as you both connected gazes,his eyes glowing a pretty shade of emerald green.

His knot caught and locked you both before he could realize it,his need overshadowing his sense of self as he continued to fuck you onto his knot,filling you so much more than he normally would. His hand gripped and dug into the mattress below,the first spurt of hot cum filling your hole as his knot kept it from flowing out. His hand reached up,a small silver bullet zipping over before pressing against your clit and began to vibrate at such an intensity it made you cry out from shock. It began to rip moan after moan,plea after plea as he didn't stop it until you came,clamping down around him as he came and filled you full.

"Fuck-" he choked out,his hands wrapping around your waist as he began to do small aborted thrusts,enjoying how the overstimulation made you clamp down onto him like a vice,he felt the intense vibrations and kept going until he came again,his thighs tensing as you came a second time. This time it felt more intense,his abdomen wet from your slick as your orgasm was more intense and the pleasure ebbed through your body. Your walls milked him of every drop of his cum,and he was happy to give it,another form of marking you as you reeked of the lords scent. This would deter any too curious lycans as long as you were wanting ti stay.

"Fuck-bare with me" he huffed out then gently picked you up,keeping you against his chest as he turned onto his side with you and kept your hips against his,the bullet long gone before he even done this.

"Feels good" your voice muttered out,seemingly drunk from the pleasure as you let him adjust your body into a more comfortable position.

"Glad it does" he smiled,his chest rumbling with a deep purr as he knocked his head down and rubbed his cheek against your neck. Rubbing you like a cat would to scent mark its favorite toy,and in a way,he was.

Sleep quickly overtook your body,exhaust hitting him like a bag of bricks as he contemplated carrying you with him and keept you knotted until he deemed he was ready to sleep. He huffed when you fluttered around him at the slightest movement,he would definitely wake you up in such a sweet way for helping him.

You were his now,and he won't ever let you leave now.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

How about a little cuteness, with a Child! Victor and Child! Reader, where the reader thanks Viktor for the gift by giving him a harmless kiss on the cheek...

Boats| Viktor

Reader: fem

"What's your name?"

"Momma said Im not supposed to give it out to strangers."

He thought, "I'm Viktor! See I made this boat!"

Y/n looked down at him she from the big city above the ashes.

"I'm Y/n."

He smiled, "Do you wanna play? Sorry we cant play tag...Im uh...not that much of a runner."

Y/n looked back, she had time. Looking back down she nodded at him with a smile and carefully made her way down and infront of him.

"I don't like tag much either." Y/n told him.

He nodded, "Wanna play with the boat?"

She nodded with a smile.

The two played with the boat the whole day, happily watching as it went down the small streams. Building a small bridge over the stream as well with trash near by.

"Hey look!"

Viktor looked up from winding his boat back up.

"I can be the dashing knight!" Y/n smiled an old bucket on her head and a trash lid as her sheild, but the bucket proved too big and fell ontop her head blinding her.

He only laughed as she laughed as well pulling the bucket off her head she tossed it back in the pile of rubbish.

"Y/n! Y/n where are you!"

Y/n frowned, "I've gotta go."

"Its okay." Viktor smiled.

"We should play again!" Y/n cheered, "maybe you can come over to my place next! I don't have alot of toys though. Momma said I should focus on studying...we could play with my beetle collection!"

"Uh...up...there?' He questioned poiting from where Y/n came from.

"Yeah! Why not?' Y/n asked.

"Y/n! Where are you!"

"Im coming!" Y/n shouted back, then turned back to her new friend.

"Im not allowed up there." He spoke

She frowned.

"here. Incase we can't see each other again. You can keep it." Viktor spoke handing her the boat.

Y/n took the boat and nodded, "I'll make sure we see each other again! I promise! Then we can build a big one together on the bay!"

He smiled and she rushed off to the wall to climb again, but paused, quickly rushing back his way and hugging him, accompanied by a big kiss on the cheek causing Viktor to go red.

Rushed off towards the wall and climbed up it with ease, calling for her mother who had been calling for her.

Y/n never did see Viktor again, she had come home covered in dirt and mud and reaked of trash. Her mother furious stuck her in the bath as quick as possible and forced her daughter into her studies 24/7.

Y/n kept the boat from childhood to adult hood, it sat on a self she filled with achievements, and was much of a eye sore compaired to the others.

She worked under councilman Salo and Hoskel. Two self absorbed men that her vaules very much went against. They liked her to look a certain way, hair done, usually straightned or curled, depending on which she was forced to accompany, both often tried to pull her onto there hip during parties or occasions where she had to be next to them, whispering details to them.

"That new councilman is a joke." Salo argued feet kicked up, while Y/n worked at the side a small desk, doing all the paperwork.

"Councilman Jayce Tails. They just let anyone on the council now."

Y/n didn't respond, working diligently. It was only when a hand fell on her shoulder did she tense.

"Pull away from that paperwork doll. Im needy-"

"These papers aren't assigned to you but to Councilwoman Mel. They're quiet important. I will go."

And like that Y/n was up and gone, angering the councilor as she rushed to Mel's office with the said paperwork.

"Council woman Medarda!" Y/n called knocking on the door.

"Come in! Come in!"

Y/n walked in quickly papers in hand, "ah Y/n." She smiled.

"Y/n? As in House of Blossoms Y/n?"

Y/n turned her head to look at the man, "Ma'm mixed up paperwork."

"No big deal." She spoke taking them into hand, "Y/n this is Jayce, house of tails. Jayce I presume you know Y/n already."

"Top of her class at the academy! Its an honor!" Jayce spoke sticking out a hand for her, yet Y/n kept her hands behind her back.

"Its alright Y/n he was pull on you." Mel told and Y/n listened, shaking his hand firmly, "Y/n doesn't talk much besides formal work. You may go if you please Y/n."

With orders given she walked away going for a cup of coffee first.

"Ms.Y/n! Ms.Y/n"

She stopped and turned her head Heimerdinger rushing her way.

"There you are my girl! I wanted to ask a favor of you!"

"Yes of course sir."

"Very well! Come this way!"

Y/n followed keeping pace with the councilor.

"I am working on some upgrades of some medical braces and equipment." He informed.

Y/n listened, to the profile, young man early thrirties late 20s with a leg brace and a back brace. Decficentcies in muscles and in bone.

When they made it to the lab Y/n opened the door for him. He thanked her and Y/n followed in after him.

"Viktor my boy!" He called, "I've returned with an expert! This is Y/n."

There was no comment between the two but rather Y/n got to work fairly quickly. She sketched his back and how it sat on his skin. Desgining something potentially much simpler and easy going on his back. And then it was onto his front side.

"Do I know you?" Viktor questioned looking at her.

"No. Not many people know me." Y/n responded.

"You work for two of the Concilors don't you?" Viktor asked.

Y/n nodded, "Yes."

It was sad, the two once had become such good friends in a short matter of time in there youth and now nothing but strangers working themselves to death.

[lytefoot]

It wasn't even only the MALE sf/f writers in the 70s/80s/90s that had incredibly one-note female characters, constant sexual violence and threats of sexual violence, and frequent fridging. In those days, it was remarkable when you came across an sf/f author who DIDN'T do that stuff; in many cases, I have a strong sense that either a lot of work couldn't get published without it, or the prevailing wisdom among authors was that work couldn't get published without it.

Early discworld is especially remarkable among HUMOROUS sf/f of its time. Compair Piers Anthony's Xanth for an absolute nightmare of female characterization. (Or, better, just give it a miss.) Some of Pratchett's woman in his earliest work do leave something to be desired--it's one of the ways his writing improved over the years--but all of them were light years ahead of the Xanth women who were definitely breasting boobily everywhere they went.

Now that I'm reading books by Pratchett's male contemporaries in the 80s and 90s, I'm realising just how ridiculiously ahead of the curve Terry was in terms of writing complex female characters.

I'm reading through the Riftwar Cycle by Raymond E Feist at the moment and (aside from the sub-series that he co-wrote with Janny Wurts) his writing of female characters is incredibly limited (at least thus far; I'm on 'Shadow Of a Dark Queen' at the moment). Virtually every female character is allocated the singular role of either mother, love interest to a male hero, seductive villianess or sex worker.

This book came out in 1994 but it may as well be 1974 given how one-note the female characters are. And that's not even getting into the constant fridging.

Hoping that Feist's writing for women gets better as the series progresses because jeez...