#it definitely gives Disappointed Dad vibes

[eclips-moon]

Batboys finding you sleeping in wierd places headcanon:

Damian Wayne

"Bro, you can't keep doing this." Damian finds you sleeping in the weirdest spots, and he's lowkey over it. One time, you're passed out in the Batmobile, snacks everywhere, legs hanging out the door. He just stands there, staring at you like you're the most chaotic thing he's ever seen. “How do you even fall asleep like this?” But of course, he’s not gonna leave you there. He rolls his eyes, adjusts the seat, and tucks you in (very dramatically) like, “Don’t make this a habit.” He’s not mad. He’s just... concerned? But mostly shook by your ability to sleep anywhere.

Tim Drake

“I literally told you to stop drinking so much coffee.” Tim finds you asleep everywhere—face down on a stack of papers, in the middle of the Batcave, on top of the Batcomputer. He doesn’t even act surprised anymore. He’s just like, “Well, I warned you.” One time, you’re passed out on the couch, snacks everywhere, and Tim picks up the coffee cup you definitely spilled while napping. “I love you, but this is chaos,” he says, brushing some crumbs off your face. "Next time, please at least use the chair." He leaves a note with your next coffee: “You’re welcome.”

Dick Grayson

“You’re so cute, but like, also... why???” Dick finds you asleep in the kitchen, spread out on the counter like you’ve been hit by a truck. He can't help but laugh, but also he's lowkey impressed that you managed to fall asleep there. He pulls out his phone and takes a pic (because of course he does). “I’m definitely showing this to everyone,” he says, not even hiding his grin. You wake up mid-photo, trying to act like you weren’t drooling, but Dick just chuckles. "Gonna frame this one." You’re like, “Please, no,” and he’s already texting it to the group chat.

Jason Todd

“You’re literally doing this to mess with me, aren’t you?” Jason finds you sleeping everywhere—on the floor, under the Batmobile, sprawled out on the roof. He’s got that annoyed big brother vibe, like, “You’re going to get a crick in your neck,” but the second he sees you all cute and dead to the world, he can’t help but sigh. One time, he even gently picks you up to move you. You wake up in a daze, and he’s like, “I didn’t sign up for this. But you look adorable when you're asleep, so whatever.” “No need to carry me, I’m fine,” you mumble. “I’m doing it because I have no choice,” he responds.

Duke Thomas

“How do you even sleep like this?” Duke is actually concerned when he finds you sleeping in random spots, but at the same time, it’s kinda funny. One time, he finds you passed out on the floor of the training room, head on a punching bag like it’s your pillow. He’s like, “You... you okay? How does that even happen?” He sits down next to you and gives you a little nudge. “You’re making me look bad, you know that? I’m over here trying to be all cool, and you’re taking naps in the middle of the Batcave.” He laughs but also kinda adjusts you, “Next time, at least use a pillow or something.”

Bruce Wayne

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Bruce, being Bruce, finds you sleeping in the weirdest places—and honestly, he’s just not even shocked anymore. One time, you’re passed out on top of the Batcomputer, legs dangling off the side like you’re part of the furniture. Bruce just stares for a second before doing the whole “I’m-not-angry-I’m-just-disappointed” thing. “Please don’t sleep in here,” he says, carefully moving you to a more... comfy spot (probably your bed, but he’s not gonna say that). He tries to keep it chill, but there's definitely a dad vibe. "You could’ve at least stayed on the couch." You wake up, confused, and he’s like, “Just... don't fall asleep in the Batsuit next time.”

[baby--vera]

Blue Lock Boys as Dads

rin, sae, isagi, reo, kunigami, yukimiya

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itoshi rin

defo a girl and boy dad. older girl, younger boy vibes. when your pregnant he's definitely the type to get really fussy and not let you do anything incase you hurt yourself or the baby (he won't let you get a glass of water yourself). when your water broke he panicked and accidentally brought you to the wrong hospital...and you had to, as calmly as you could, tell him. and ge FREAKED out. when your baby was born it was all well, he took most night shifts to let you rest as much as you could, even though he's a professional athlete and should probably not be staying up, he would break the rules for you (and the baby too). fortunately, your second pregnancy experience was less chaotic as the first, rin still did the regular night shifts though <3

itoshi sae

only child dad vibes here. if its a girl, he would spoil her SOO much you'd have to scold him for it. but he still continues to treat your daughter like a princess behind your knowledge. on the other hand, if its a boy, he DEFINITELY bought the kid a football...he wouldn't force them to play but he would like his kid to at least try it. whether boy or girl, if they end up playing sports he would be at every match possible to support his child, even coaching them himself. your kid would be the star player of any sports team lol. but if your kid doesn't do sports, sae would also be very supportive of their hobbies, going as far as to buying the best equipment possible for it. however sae would be quite a strict dad from time to time, such as curfews and screen time. but in the end, he just wants what's best for his baby and to keep them safe <3

isagi yoichi

3 kids. he want 3 kids. obviously if you don't want that many he would respect your wishes but its just what his ideal family looked like in his imagination. he would be SOO helpful during and after your pregnancy. would give you massages, cook for you, carry you, anything you can name this guy has done for you. when it comes to taking care of the kids he definitely is big help too. he would carry them all the time and play with them all the time too. but when he's away for matches, you always facetime him before to say good luck and show him the kids in his jersey (he tears up it's too cute) but if isagi's match is nearby, you would bring your kids with you, of course wearing his jersey again, and cheer him on. he also will full on leg it to you all after a match to give you all big kisses (sometimes you might feature in his interviews too) <3

reo mikage

2 kids. either both girls or both boys. idk why i just thought of this when i thought of reo. when you tell reo you're pregnant he is over the moon, and he vows that he will not treat his kids like how his parents treated him, meaning he will let his kids have their own dreams insteaf of having to take over the mikage company. however, he will still spoil his children SO MUCH. you literally are face palming everytime he does. when your nearly about to give birth, he takes time off football (despite the disappointment from nagi lol) to take care of you and after you give birth. but when your children are a bit older he literally begs you to bring them to his matches and even gets you vip seats so they can see how cool their daddy is. if his matches are abroad, he will also pay for your plane tickets (in 1st class ofc) to come see him abroad and so he can see you and the kids. he will boast about it after the match <3

kunigami rensuke

kinda basing this off his own family but 2 girls and 1 boy. he's of course a REALLY good girl dad because he has younger sisters. he knows everything his 2 baby girls need and how they think (fr mind reader). as for his baby boy, he taught him football, of course. when we plays with his son he does play a little rough but not enough to hurt his kid. he would never forgive himself if he hurt his own kids, son or daughter. he love them all equally. (he's just a big teddy bear, even after wildcard he wouldn't treat his family any different) <3

yukimiya kenyu

2 kids. older boy and younger girl. yukimiya is the definition of GENTLEMAN. he is literally perfect. he researched everything when you told him you were first pregnant, so that he was prepared. everything went perfectly smoothly and soon, you two had your second baby. yukimiya also would take time off football to take care of you and the kids until they're manageable for you when he's away for matches. his son is a massive fan of his own father (who wouldn't be) and your baby girl is just there for the vibes lol. they have exact replicas of yukimiya's sports glasses and signed jerseys. but when the kids grow out of their baby jerseys, yukimiya gets a bit emotional, he cant bring himself to throw them away. so the frames the little baby jerseys in the living room if your house <3

here's a little thought/drabble for yall bc my maths series is taking a while...(im so sorry it will take a bit😔)

hope you like this and a smau should be out in a bit too ( 〃▽〃)

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Blind Date

Pairing - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary - Rafe doesn’t date but he will never not go through with a bet.

Warnings - language, drinking, oral, sexual intercourse (18+)

A/n- apologies if I’ve made alot of spelling errors, my word doc is broken!

Rafe Cameron didn’t date, he fucked and moved onto the next girl. But when he loses a stupid bet to Topper he’s forced into attending a blind date, Rafe tries to reason with him and tell him he’s wasting a bet on something so stupid. But Topper knew what he wanted and he wanted to watch Rafe suffer at the hands of him.

Topper ended up persuading you into a blind date, said some cute billionaire was in town and looking to meet up with wealthy locals, you couldn’t not go.Your dad would be disappointed if you turned down a date with a billionaire. You lived over in Charleston and rarely saw Topper nowadays, too busy sleeping his way through the town since Sarah left him. So, you also felt like you needed to help him. He kept going on about business prospects and getting on this guy's good side.

“What do I wear?” You questioned Topper knowing full well he had no idea. However, he surprised you by pulling out a bag from his boot. “Here”.

You pull the dress from the bag, unable to hide the crease between your eyebrows as you stare at a very conservative dress. Something you’d find your mum dressed in. “He’s very big on women not flaunting their body”.

You nod your head and agree to wear the dress, before you know it you're walking through the building a few days later and letting the waiter know you're here for the table under ‘topper’, as you're escorted between tables your eyes fall on the man sitting at the table you're walking towards.

He sits tall, almost blocking the view of the narrow table in front of him. His shoulders are large and seem tight underneath the cotton of his shirt, your hands flex at the sides of your body. You couldn’t even see his face but knew he was attractive just by the back of his head. “Sir”

The waiter stepped in front of you as the gentleman stood from his chair, your eyes trailing up the length of him until he stood a few inches above you.

Your eyes widen just a smidge when he turns to look at you, he was handsome. Ocean blue eyes and a jaw that could cut you, his lips just the right thickness and his tongue picks out to wet them. “Hey” you whisper the thump of your heart rings in your ears. The nervous butterflies in your belly begin to fizzle as you watch his eyes travel down the length of your body, a crease appearing between his eyebrows and his jaw hardens. “Y/n?” He questions as though he can not believe the person standing in front of him is his blind date, no way would Topper have hooked him up with a damn church girl.

The dress that Topper had given you left everything to imagination, the skirt stopped mid calf, the neckline sat too high for Rafes liking. Literal church bells went off in his head when he looked at you. “Yeah I’m y/n”.

Before Rafe can say anything else the waiter ushers you to your seat, taking a seat he pushes you in closer. You don’t miss Rafe’s eyes shooting to the exit and back to you as though he’s contemplating ditching. “Right right.. um how are you?”.

You can tell he’s not interested, he hasn’t even looked at your face. His eyes fixated on the god awful dress Topper made you wear, you knew it had to be a joke. This guy looked extremely rich but did not give off billionaire vibes but also Topper was definitely messing with him, no way would someone who likes conservative girls raise an eyebrow at this dress.

A part of you felt hurt that he’d put you in this situation, your cheeks redden in embarrassment. “I’m fine thank you, how are you?”.

He’s eyes have finally left the god awful dress but now peer down at his watch, he doesn’t even look up when you speak, the crease in his eyebrow a permanent fixture now. “Yeah good”.

Silence falls between the two of you, slipping your hand into your purse and you quickly text Topper telling him he’s an asshole and owes you for putting you in such an embarrassing situation. “Okay so, Topper made me go on this blind date. I’m not really looking for anything serious” he states, his eyes now reach your own and the crease flattens just a little. “Right..sure”.

Heat travels through your veins, causing your cheeks to flush in embarrassment for the second time already. You don’t miss the deep sigh he takes, as though this is the hardest thing he’s had to sit through.

You try to keep your facial expressions simple, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you are angry at his words. His eyes leave yours and instead scan across the quiet restaurant as though he was looking for someone better to occupy his time. His fingers rub at his knuckles, and you can feel his leg bouncing against the feet of the table. “So how do you know Topper?” You question, you too did not want to be here. Dressed in something your grandma would wear, the high collar itching at your neck.

He finally meets your eyes and it’s as though he takes a proper look at your face, slightly taken away with the simple beauty of your natural looks. His eyes do a once over, taking in the curve of your lips which are coated in a soft pink colour. “Grew up with him”.

His eyes are back looking across the room, annoyance radiates from you as you cross your arms across your chest. He doesn’t ask you how you know Topper, he doesn’t even give you a bit of background on growing up with Topper. Instead, he pulls his phone out and starts typing a message, the crease of his eyebrow deepens as his fingers harshly tap at the screen. “I am going to use the bathroom”.

The sound of his grunt has you quickening your pace to get away from him, your chest feels heavy with anger but mostly embarrassment. You were angry at Topper for putting you in the dress just to get a rile out of Rafe, you could see how turned off he was with the whole outfit. Thankfully you had known Topper for many years and knew he enjoyed a prank. Tonjust never expected to be the main part to the prank, thankfully you had brought a back up dress in the car, you made a mental note to kick the shit out of him when you see him next and slip out the exit, B lining towards your car you made a quick change in the back seat.

As you stepped back inside the waiter who had walked you to your table earlier went to greet you again but stopped mid-sentence when he realised he had already greeted you prior, his eyes drop to the dress you wore.

“Oh. Um, wait”.

Confusion etched on his face as he looked back at your empty seat in front of Rafe, he was sprawled back in his chair as he texted on his phone, Unaware of your wardrobe change, unaware of anything around him in all honesty. “Yeah, don’t even worry about it, but I do need your help…”.

Rafe finally looks up from his phone when Topper tells him you’re a nice person and he made you wear the dress. He was even more angry now knowing he must have acted like a real douchebag; he didn’t want to go on a blind date.

So, when you showed up in a damn old ladies dress, he couldn’t hide the distaste, it just proved even more that he was not interested in dating. Sure, he shouldn’t be wanting a female for their body only, but he wasn’t going to shack up with some prude who only puts out once a year. He was a busy man who enjoyed sex, he wasn’t going to give up his healthy way of destressing. The other alternative was coke, and he wasn’t going back down that route.

He notices you the moment you lay your hand upon the waiter’s chest, you’d changed your dress. His eyes roam the length of your body, the material stops mid-thigh, the colour black flatters your bronzed skin. The dress clings to your body, soft curves and thick thighs cause his mouth to drop open just a touch. His skin pricks from the heat radiating up his body, he has this urgent need to touch your skin. Kiss the curve of your neck and bury his hands between your legs but most of all show that waiter who you belong to.

He doesn’t like the way the guys eyes drop to your chest, eyeballing your cleavage as though you weren’t on a date with the richest man in the building. He pushes back on his chair causing the legs to scratch against the marble flooring, the sound echoes throughout the building. Rafe’s eyes stay on the waiter who’s now looking over at the noise, Rafe can see the nervous tick of his wrist as he tries to step away from your grasp. “Oh, Rafe, just the person I was coming to see… I found someone else to spend my night with. Someone who’ll give me the time of day” You purr, leaning your weight into the side of the waiter. “This is Carlos”.

You can feel the tremble of Carlos as he looks up at Rafe who stands a few inches taller than him, you feel him step closer to the bar putting space between the two of you. Rafe is quick to place his hand on your waist, a shiver runs through your spine and his fingers tighten on your hip. “Felt that” he whispers, his eyes still on Carlos who has now rounded the bar and hidden himself behind a tray of drinks as though Rafe might punch him for even looking at you. “We will take 2 shots of tequila” Rafe states, nudging you towards the seat at the bar.

You take a seat on the stool, leaning your elbow on the bar as you watch Carlos pour small glasses of Tequila. He keeps quiet and pushes them towards you, Rafe grabs both glasses and passes you one. Your fingers touch briefly only to cause goosebumps to litter your skin. Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips you throw the drink back in one quick gulp, Rafe follows behind moments after.

He slaps the glass down on the bar and sprawls his palm over your thigh, crowding his body into yours. He’s got your back pressed against the chair, your head bent slightly to look up at him. “Were you in on this prank with Topper?” he questions, the smell of Tequila kisses the tip of your nose. His mouth is slightly open, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. His once light blue eyes darkened over as he took in the sight of you. “No, I wasn’t”.

You had been confident and ready to show him what he could have had, ready to leave the restaurant the moment he noticed you in a different dress. But the look in his eye and the way his skin felt on yours had your stomach full with butterflies, your panties grew wetter just at the sight of him. The hand on your thigh pushed apart your legs so he could step between them. “So, you don’t usually dress like a 40 year old woman?”

“No”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes”

He slides his hands up the base of your neck and his thumb strokes your throat, another arm reaching out to scoot you to the edge of the chair where his thigh meets your already drenched cunt. “You're very pretty” he whispers, mouth on yours before you can react. His tongue is everywhere, you can taste him and the tequila which send you into a frenzy of unknown feelings.

A muffle moan slips from your lips, Rafe presses further into your body at the sound. Fingers gripping your throat tightly, he pulls away for a moment to look down at you.

His lips wet with your saliva, eyes hooded as lust overtakes every sense in his brain. “Are you going to take me to yours?” You question, biting down on your lower lip. Instead of answering he’s lifting your body off the stool and carrying you out of the building bridal style. “Throw the drinks on my tab carlos” he shouts as he exits the building with you in his arms, his legs moving at a ridiculous speed towards his big truck.

Not even 5 minutes go by and you're being dragged out of the car and into a huge home. Much bigger than the home you grew up in and you questioned exactly how rich this guy was. “Don’t get nervous now pretty girl” he whispers, his teeth brushing your earlobe as his arms wrap around your waist, pushing you up the stairs and into his bedroom. “How rich are you!” You exclaim when you see the size of his room, a very big bed against the windows and a chandelier that looks to cost about the same amount as your car hangs from the ceiling. “Very”.

He pushes you against his bed, your body bounces slightly against the plush mattress. His hands travel up your calves, giving you a soft massage until he reaches the bottom of your dress. “Can I?”

He’s showing a much nicer side of him now and you're feeling a sense of whiplash, confused he’s asking for permission but very much liking it. “Please”.

It comes out almost like a plea and he chuckles under his breath, pushing up the material of your dress until it sits on your hips. He looks almost mesmerized by your thighs as his fingers grope at the flesh, pulling your legs apart so he can sit between them. “Fuck.. your actually perfectly.. Topper is an asshole for trying to hide you from me”.

A blush creeps up your chest and he dips to press open mouth kisses to your thighs, your panties are completely drenched now. The inside of your thighs damp as he practically sucks your skin into his mouth, his nose bushes against your aching pussy sending electric bolts up your spine.

“Oh… shit”

“Like that pretty girl? Want me to eat this sweet little pussy? I’ll devour it and have you scream my name, imprint the feeling of my tongue on your cunt and have you begging for it again and again” he almost growls, pressing a kiss to your mound and looking up at you through his lashes. You're a panting mess, sweat drips from your forehead already. “Yes.. yes please Rafe”.

He pulls your panties to the side and pushes all the air in his lungs out of his nostrils, eyes mesmerized by the sight of your bare pussy. It’s wet and practically begging for him, he doesn’t waste time and licks the full length of your pussy. “Fuck” you cry, arching your back off the bed and grinding your hips into his face.

He presses his palm to your stomach to stop you from moving, eating you out almost delicately, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. One hand scratches at his scalp trying to pull him as close as possible, your other hand moves to slip your breasts out of your dress. Rolling your erect nipple between your fingers, Rafes eyes lift up to watch you. His dick straining in his pants.

“You’re such a fucking pretty little thing, you like this? Let me give a taste of what’s to come” he groans, easing a finger into your wet hole. “oh god” you cry as he adds a second finger, bringing a third finger close behind. Stretching you wide he slides his fingers in and out, you can hear how wet you are as he finger fucks you. Bringing his mouth back down to your clit, you just about scream when he curls his fingers inside of you. “I’m so close” you whine, clenching around his fingers with each brush to your g spot. “Yes, yes! Like that oh fuck”.

All you see is white as your body gives into the best orgasm of your life, practically convulsing under his touch. He doesn’t withdraw his fingers until you lay flat staring up at the ceiling in shock. “You're very vocal,” he says, moving his body to hover over you. Your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment but he’s quick to grip your jaw and press his lips to your mouth. “I fucking love it”.

Your mouths are all over each other, fighting for dominance before he pulls away and kisses your neck and collarbones. Moving his lips to your breasts and sucking softly at your nipple while the other hand palms the other one. You reach between the two of you and begin unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls away for a few seconds to remove the material. Your hands wander over his shoulders and you push him away from you, pushing him to lay on his back to repay him but kissing and biting down his chest and stomach, placing small kisses at the waistband of his shorts.

He sits back and watches you under hooded eyes, enjoying the slowness you take. He’s so used to rushing with women, wanting a quick fuck and throwing them out. But with you it’s different he has this urge to take care of you and fuck you slow, he’s not sure where these feelings are coming from.

You pull at his shorts and throw them on the floor, his legs spread open for you. Your eyes practically assault him as you stare at the bulge in his underwear, the black contrast on his skin has you dripping all over again. “Like what you see?” He questions, his hands are up behind his head and you momentarily forget there was a person connected to the huge cock in front of you. “Very much, I think I’ll like it more once I get rid of these” you state, gripping the waistband and looking up at him for a moment, he sends you a quick nod and you pull down the material, your inside clenching as his cock springs free and hits his lower stomach. Pre cum spurts out and you have an urge to lick it from him and that’s exactly what you do, he groans loudly and grips a handful of your hair. Your mouth sucks at his tip, slowly pulling him in deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly. “Jesus Christ… this fucking mouth is perfect” he breaths out through his nose and squeezes his eyes closed, your mouth works against him, your hand cups his balls and you can tell he’s holding himself back. His fingers clench and unclench your hair, as though he’s fighting with himself. You pull away for a moment “you don’t need to hold back, you can be rough”.

He pulls you up towards his head moving your legs to straddle him, your hands lay flat either side of his head and your tits hang in his face. “I’m going to fuck you now, I want to feel this pretty little pussy around me okay?” His hand cups your cunt and you nod frantically, wanting to feel him stretch you so bad. His eyes spark with color and he reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing a loose condom from the drawer. You watch as he rips the foil packet and hands you the condom, your hand reaches down between the two of you and you roll it over his throbbing cock, it’s warm and you're eager for it to fill you.

You lower yourself onto him, just the tip at first, already this felt too good. Dropping lower until his cock stretches you wide, both your breaths jagged and sharp. “Fuck this feels like heaven” he moans, his big hands find home on your hips. He watches you find your confidence, bringing your body back up off his cock and drop back down, grinding your hips with each thrust. Your hands splay upon his chest as you brace yourself on him. He slides one hand up from your hip, tickling you as he brushes under your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze before moving to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around the base, his thumb strokes you momentarily before pressing slightly into your windpipes, causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You like the feeling of being trapped, bouncing harder against him until the familiar tingle floods your vein. “Fuck” you cry, your clit is aching needing some attention. You reach between the two of you to fondle the bud. “Rafe”

He flips the two of you over, pushing your legs apart and up towards your shoulders. His eyes drink in the site of your wet stretched hole, wide open for him and only him. He pushes back inside of you and deepens his pace, you can feel everything and it’s making you dizzy. “You like this? Like the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you? Should have fucked you in that grandma dress, coated it with my cum and given it back to Topper” he growls, pinching your clit between his fingers. “FUCK” you scream, your finger nails scratch up the length of him. Desperately trying to get him closer, he kisses and sucks at your neck leaving little marks of ownership on you. “I’m goi-ing to come”.

Gripping his shoulders he quickened his pace, slipping his arm between you and the mattress to angle your hips just a little higher.

“Fuck, fuck” “fucking perfect y/n”.

Hearing your name sends you off the edge and you crash around him, pussy pulsating around his heavy cock. Nails so deep in his skin you're sure he’s bleeding, vision blinded by white hot heat. He’s close behind as he curses over and over again into your neck, you can feel his cock trembling within you. He half collapses on you, bodies sticking together and your synchronized breaths fill the still room. A million different thoughts run through your brain when you come to terms with what just happened.

However Rafe notices the change in the atmosphere and slowly pulls out of you, moving to lay beside you with a humph. “Well that was the best blind date of my life… Topper has a lot of explaining to do, can’t believe he’s been hiding you from me” he grins, his pearly white teeth and crinkles by his eyes sets the butterflies off in your belly all over again.

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[wrongbodies]

One Night Only

"So this will let me switch bodies?" I asked.

"Yes, it will. But you must be careful. The effects are irreversible after three hours." The elderly man said. He sat on a stool behind a cluttered counter in the junk-filled shop.

I stood there, all 350 pounds of sweating bulk, stuffed into a tight hoodie and even tighter sweatpants. My pale skin was streaked with stretch marks, and my messy hair was greasy from not washing recently. Even the glasses I peered through were greasy, smudged, and gross.

"How does it work exactly?" I asked, breath coming out raggedly, whether from excitement or exertion was anybodys guess.

"The potion is a soul salve. When you drink it, your soul absorbs it. Until the third hour is finished, anyone you touch will swap souls with you. Anyone, mind you. And until the potion wears off, everyone will remain swapped until you are 'sealed' into your last body at the time." The old man explained.

"So, I'll swap back at the end? That doesn't sound like it is worth it." I said, disappointed.

"You misunderstand, boy. You will remain in the last body permanently. Everyone swapped in between goes back to their original body. And your final victim? They get trapped in your body forever. Whether for cruelty, or for revenge, or your own benefit I care not. So long as you understand the consequences." The man warned.

"I see... well, in that case. I'll take it!" I said excitedly.

"Very good. Enjoy your evening, boy." The man said, and took my cash. I grasped the bottle tightly, and departed the store.

I knew the perfect place to use this. There was a party tonight, something I would never be invited to, but I knew how to get in. My roommate happened to be invited. He's a jackass, and not my type at all. He's a lot more fit than I am, for sure, but he was still nowhere near as hot as any of my targets.

You see, I didn't just want to get a smaller, healthier body. I wanted the cream of the crop. The best body I knew of on campus. And that was the baseball team. I knew exactly what I was after. I went to their games just to see their tight, supple asses through those uniform pants. Their toned chests and arms just hidden beneath their jerseys, but still as tantalizingly exciting for me to imagine.

I see them on campus, in classes, at the dining hall, and elsewhere and I want it. I want what they have. Beautiful bodies that don't get winded walking from one class to the other. And the guys I could score with one of their bodies? Lord, I could cum just from the thought.

In particular there was one guy I wanted bad. He was a junior just like me. Peter Whitt. He was the one for me. Skin with just a nice tan, minimal hair. His hair was short and styled, and he even had a mustache, giving him a slight dad-vibe that made me swoon. I never saw his abs clearly, but it was obvious he was in peak condition.

And he was going to be at the party. So I knew I had to be there too. I looked down at the bottle in my hand as I sat in the chair by my desk. I was clad in pajamas, snacks and drinks around me as if I was going to have another gaming session alone tonight. My dickhead roommate, Jake, was changing and spraying a noxious cloud of axe all over himself. He was short, with a stupid blocky-hair cut that made his head look like a square. He was pale, but I guess because he was on the wrestling team he counted as "cool" somehow.

Well, I'd see how it felt in a moment to be cool, I guess. I tossed back the bottle, swallowing the contents quickly, only briefly tasting a bitter taste, almost like brussel sprouts liquified. But as it settled in my gut, I felt a sensation spread through my body. It was like a warmth blooming until it filled my entire being. I smirked, and looked at Jake.

He might have heard me from behind, but he was used to disregarding me. He definitely didn't expect me to poke him in the back.

A flash, pops of light across my vision, and then I was settled. I felt so different. My mouth had the taste of cotton candy. Yuck. Jake loved his cotton candy vape. But I looked down and saw a much leaner body below. I was wearing his stupid clothes. I may be a fat slob, but I'm still aware that he has a poor sense of style.

I spun around to see my body staring at me in shock.

"What the fuck is happening?!" My voice screeched. I ducked backwards.

"Look Jake, you can sit tonight out. Play some video games. Have some snacks. I'm taking this body for a spin. But I promise you this. You will get your life back. Don't fuck with me. And if you do, you won't like what happens." I threaten.

"Wha-what? Where are you going?" He asked, tears starting to form in my former eyes.

"To the party, of course!" I said, and grabbed his jacket before slipping out the door. I didn't care I was wearing his stupid face and body like an outfit. I was actually able to move much faster, which was good because I'd like to get to the party soon. It would have already started, and I didn't want to chance getting stuck in Jake's body forever.

I could have taken Jake's car, but it seemed pointless. The party was just off campus on the other side of the gym. I was able to speed walk there and arrive in less than 20 minutes. Besides, I wasn't exactly concerned about returning Jake to our room. I just needed to body hop until I got Pete.

The party was in full swing when I walked up. People called out their hellos to me, and something happened that I should have immediately expected. Some guy with buzzed hair, and as wide as a truck came up and clapped a welcoming slap into my hand. Of course, the touch immediately swapped us.

I blinked the pops of light out of my eyes again, and found myself feeling like an ox. I was massive, but in a muscly way. Jakes face was flushed with surprise, but I turned and swept into the house party before he could trap me or make a big scene. Inside, I realized this was going to get hairy.

The house was old, and the halls were quite narrow. People milled about, sat on any surface they could find, or were just standing and chatting. And this current body, while threaded with muscle, was not lithe or slender to avoid bumping anyone. And sure enough, within a minute of making that realization a tall, slender girl knocked into my arm. I was suddenly staring down at the top of two breasts poking from a top and just beyond them was the studly man I just was staring at me in shock.

I again moved past and tried to dodge into the kitchen to find Pete, but when I came through, I walked right into a group of friends play-wrestling each other. Suddenly I was in some soccer boys body, and then I blinked and I was in some chicks body who they tumbled into. I slipped off the counter she had been sitting on and wove my through the mess and stepped into the backyard.

I was scanning for the baseball boys when someone came up and pinched my ass. I was about to turn but the swap already took place. I was now in some guys body I didn't even see before swapping. I just knew I had a dick again. And then I was pushed to the ground but before I hit the deck I was swapped again, this time I was in some black guys powerful frame. I was about to walk away when the calamity caught up. Panic was sweeping through the party as people started to realize how swapped up everyone was getting.

I started to regret choosing to do this at a party, and this was just minutes into being here. I couldn't get a clear sight, but in the scuffle of bodies and panic, I was swapped several more times. Each time, more voices screamed and yelled in fear. Just by swapping, I had moved from the middle of the chaos to the side. When I came to the final time, I was in some scrawny boy's body and I was able to back away.

And that's when I saw him. Pete! He was standing with some friends looking at the chaos in confusion. I started to walk towards him, hoping he wouldn't suspect a thing. Right as I was about to put a hand on him, he got spooked by sirens blaring from the front of the house.

Fuck! The cops were already here. Someone must have called, whether it was someone here or a neighbor. I sprinted after him, as he was dashing through the backyard and over a fence. I may have been in a much leaner body than my own, this was obviously not a very athletic guy. I was wheezing, and barely managed to toss myself over the fence too. Damn, he was fast! The guy was already across the street and seemed to be headed towards campus.

Just then I heard someone else rushing up, and panicked - was it a cop?! No, the shape was tall and well built, but it was just another student. In his haste and probably due to the dark, he collided with me and we swapped. I took this as serendipity, because now I had someone with power and speed. I took this body to max speed, leaving the kid in my body behind to squeal in terror.

I ran full-tilt, and was able to get Pete back in sight. He had no idea someone was following him, and because he thought he was in the clear, he had dropped to a walking pace. I figured running at him now would just cause him to get spooked, and I didn't want to get into some drawn out chase. Instead, I slowed to a walk, trying to keep my pace just a bit faster than his own.

I realized from pulling the wallet of the guy I currently inhabited that I was someone named Juan currently. From the feel of his torso this wasn't a bad body. I just didn't want to lose sight of my objective. And I had also lost track of time. Looking at the phone, I realized I was about halfway through the three hour limit. I didn't worry too much. I felt like a predator, and my prey was in reach of my lunging attack.

Luck turned against me though when Pete suddenly entered a dorm I wasn't familiar with. I jogged up when he passed through the door to try and catch it but no dice. I waited for a while, and finally, thankfully, someone came out and I was able to slip in. I scanned the lobby, lounge, and even the common bathroom on the first floor. I couldn't find anyone, let alone Pete.

I heard voices and other tell-tale signs that people were in their rooms, and such, but that hardly helped me in the moment. Then it occurred to me... the building was fairly tall. The elevator! Sure enough, I went to the elevator and saw the floor indicator was still on "5th Floor." I had no other lead, maybe Pete had gone up to that floor.

As the elevator was summoned down, I tapped my foot, this was getting stressful. The time was running down, now. I had somehow taken another half hour just to get in and then search the first floor. By the time I got to the 5th floor, I was down to about 50 minutes until the potion effects ended. Again, decent body, but I had my eyes on the prize.

When the doors opened, I immediately began combing all the common areas. The lounge and study rooms didn't turn up anything aside from a few assorted students working or watching TV. Then, I tried listening at each door. There weren't that many, I figured. Maybe I'd get lucky.

Some doors were silent, and then others were loud, but most were fairly muffled and didn't offer me much information.

Finally, 8 minutes on the clock. I was panicked. I didn't want to be Juan. I really wanted Pete. And as if to answer my prayer, I heard a distinctly loud "Pete!" cry out. Was it my Pete? I didn't have a better lead. I approached the door, and knocked.

"Who is it?" That was definitely Pete's voice.

"RA! Open up!" I cried through the door. That would make them move. RA's could usually scare people out of their rooms. Sure enough, I heard the bed creaking inside, and some shuffling and muted conversation. Finally, with just 3 minutes to spare, the door opened. I didn't wait, I just reached through and grabbed the forearm of the person standing there.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuck.

That wasn't Pete. Even as I was still blinded with the popping and flashes of light, I could tell that this was most definitely not Pete the baseball star, with the body I imagined was chiseled by the gods. Instead, I had grabbed the arm of some waifish boy, probably a freshman or sophomore, but someone who looked positively cherubic and twinkish. The torso I looked down at had a borrowed baseball sweatshirt on, the sleeves too long for my arms, and the waist going down past my torsos natural waistline.

I looked up at the face of Juan, who currently had someone elses soul residing within it. For a moment he just stared at me in shock, horror, absolute disbelief. Pete approached from behind, and before I could spin to grab him, a similar sensation from when I drank the potion rushed through me. I looked into Juan's face, and he blinked.

"What am I doing here?" He asked, confusion rippling through his voice.

"Uhhh... you knocked on our door, dude?" Pete said. His hand came to rest on my tiny shoulder.

"Oh, weird. I just remember being at that house party... then the cops came? Then somehow I was here. I feel a little sick." Juan explained, hesitation present in his voice.

"Ok then, maybe you should go back to your dorm, Juan." Pete said, and shooed him out the door.

As Pete closed the door on Juan, he glanced at me with an awkward look, like he felt bad but wanted nothing to do with it.

I was freaking out internally. I had gotten so fucking close. Now I was stuck as some random friend of Pete's, probably some waterboy or loser he was tutoring.

That notion came to a screaming halt, however, when he came back to me and slid his arms gingerly around my thin waist.

"Are you ok, babe?" He whispered into my ear. He lowered his perfect face to my neck, and kissed me gently.

"Uh-uh I- yes." I stammered.

"You sure? Maybe I can finish what we started?" He asked, coyly.

"Of course!" I piped. I didn't know what else to do. It then occurred to me... my cock was rock hard.

Pete then tightened his grip, heaving me up into his arms, and then he dropped me into the bed. He ripped off the tight briefs I had on, and similarly removed his clothes. I was then turned roughly over. He dragged my bottom half off the bed, and before I knew it he was inside me. There seemed to already be lube in my ass, as it clicked what had been happening from before when I heard Pete's name cried out.

Pete was secretly fucking this twink. This twink that I now was. Damn.

The next few weeks were an oddly satisfying, yet frequently confusing time. Firstly, my old body came forward and attempted to coerce me to swap us back. When that didn't work, he began threatening to out Pete. I almost caved to that, but I incorrectly wagered people wouldn't listen to a fat loser who was claiming that his body was stolen from him.

Pete was outed, and for a moment he was devastated. But I was there for him. As the twink, whose name is Corey, I could lavish him with attention and affection. After a while though, the community rallied around him, and collectively the former Corey, trapped in my old corpulent body, was rebuked and further ostracized. Realizing he had failed to get me cooperating, he gave up and seemed to fall into a deep depression, and dropped out before the end of the second semester.

As for me, living in Corey's body was not what I had wanted, but I came to love it. Sure, I had become my dream body's femme twink cocksleeve, but I didn't mind. Pete seemed genuinely interested in me, and when he was outed we were able to date properly. I even met his family a few times, and they adored me. My grades were amazing, and I was involved in a number of volunteer initiatives.

Learning how to be Corey wasn't too bad, if just fraught with chances to make a fool of myself or cause some minor concern over forgotten details and such. But overall, it seemed like I was able to assimilate into this new life. And honestly, being this thin and cute was still a massive upgrade to my old sweaty life.

Lastly, no one but the real Corey and I ever knew about the body swap chaos. It seems the magic caused everyone else who got returned to their proper bodies to forget the events of the party in a dazed haze. This worked for me, I often thought. My only chance to be exposed was an exiled wretch, and my target body was my loving, boyfriend... who also fucked me good. I was living life to the fullest now.

[cosmic-writes-if]

my name is Cosmic and i'm really glad to meet you ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

✦ gen z writer making interactive fiction bc the brainworms won

✦ learning and screaming at code

✦ horror, forgotten memories, sad romances—you know, the usual

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✦ check out my game: Stillwater — demo is live

psychological horror | thriller | emotional damage

(about 94k words and growing)

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You wake up in a place that claims to know you.

The floors are warm, the tea tastes familiar, and the people smile like they’ve practiced it too many times. No one says the wrong thing. No one remembers the wrong thing. And when you start to notice the cracks, the world rearranges itself to keep you comfortable.

But comfort is a script. Repetition is a trap. And something in the walls is keeping score. The longer you stay, the more the town learns.

About your habits. About your mind. About who you used to be — and who you’re being rewritten to become.

✦ Meet the ones who’ll ruin you:

EMIL RASMUSSEN

26 years old. 5'11"

He’s the kind of guy who looks like he hasn’t slept properly in six years and isn’t planning to. The sweaters are always stretched at the elbows and pulled over his hands like he's trying to hide in them, and he’s got that kind of hollow-eyed stare that makes you think he’s either deeply perceptive or seeing dead relatives out the corner of his eye. Could’ve been a professor. Could’ve been a cult survivor. Might be both. Doesn’t say much, but when he does it’s with that low, slow voice that makes you shut the fuck up and listen. Smells like dust, cold coffee, and grief that’s been repressed so hard it started doing laps in his bloodstream. Has never once started a fight. Has thought about finishing a few.

FLORENCE AMRANI

28 years old. 5'7"

She doesn’t enter a room—she cuts through it. You’ll catch her leaning against a wall, arms folded, eyes locked on you like she already knows you’re gonna be a disappointment. Her whole vibe screams “don't touch me unless you want to lose a hand,” and the sad part is, you'd still consider it. Wears a tailored coat, steel-sharp cheekbones, and that little sneer people mistake for disinterest—until she decides to open her mouth and slice you apart with three words and a sideways look. She doesn't do pity. She doesn’t do softness. What she does is survive, and if you're lucky, she'll let you stand next to her while she does it.

VINCENT ROMANO

27 years old. 6'0"

Vincent looks like every guy your dad told you to stay away from and every mistake you knew you’d make twice anyway. He’s got sun-streaked hair, cigarette callouses, and a permanent smirk that dares you to test him. There’s a snake tattoo on his ribs and something worse underneath it. Jokes too easily, flirts too fast, fights dirty. Probably owes someone money. Definitely owes someone an apology. Never gives either. He’ll call you sweetheart right before he ghosts you and you’ll still watch the door, waiting for him to come back.

ORLA O’CONNELL

24 years old. 5'4"

She’s the smallest one in the room and still the biggest fucking threat. Laughs like she just dared the devil to try her, and honestly? She’d win. Nose ring, ginger curls, ripped jeans that haven’t been washed since the Reagan administration. She carries herself like someone who learned to fight before she learned to walk, and if she likes you, she’ll shove you into traffic and call it flirting. Probably has a criminal record. Probably doesn’t care. She's chaos with a pulse and teeth, and you’ll follow her into the fire thinking it was your idea.

AUGUST PARK

30 years old. 5'9"

Looks like a hoodie, a warm meal, and a shoulder to lean on—but you’d be a fool to think that’s all there is. He’s the guy carrying three lifetimes of unspoken shit under his sleeves, and he’ll still offer you the bigger half of the sandwich. Kind eyes, soft voice, hands that know how to hold and hurt. He won’t say much when you first meet him. Won’t talk about the burn scar, or the tattoo, or why his jaw tightens when people raise their voices. But he’s watching. Taking it in. And when you crack, he’s the one who’ll stay—quiet, steady, maybe trembling, but still there. Just don’t make the mistake of underestimating him. You’ll only do it once.

ELLIE

??? 5'5"

There’s something off about her from the jump. Too still. Too pale. Too quiet. She dresses like she walked out of a photo from fifteen years ago and didn’t realize time kept going. Her eyes don’t track right. Her smiles glitch at the corners. You’ll feel sorry for her at first—until she says something that pries open a memory you didn’t know you had. She touches the ribbon in her hair like it means something, hums songs no one else remembers, and talks about things she shouldn’t know. You’ll think she’s delicate. You’ll think she’s breakable. You’ll figure out what she is right when it’s too late to run.

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[peaxhxhair]

Raising Kids with them - Overwatch Heroes

Featuring: Cassidy, Mercy, Moira, Roadhog, Junker Queen Warnings: Moira. A/n: this isn't exactly the official setting for each character - but this is fanfiction so we're gonna ignore it lol Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider becoming a member! <3

Odessa Stone (Junker Queen)

She wouldn't be into having kids at first - thinking that something so small would make her weak.

It does - but she refuses to admit it.

You both decided adoption was probably the best option - adopting a sweet baby girl.

I think Dez would be all about teaching her kids to fight.

Even before they've learnt to walk.

"C'mon kiddo! I was fighting at your age!"

Sometimes you would find her playing with your baby - making it look as if they were both boxing.

It was quite a funny sight.

You'll come home from work and find them watching wrestling or something.

Probably swears around your kid.

Your babies first word is probably 'cunt' or 'fuck'

You're usually the one to take your daughter to school, but on the off chance Dez does - the rest of the parents are scared of her.

The kids adore her though.

She'll struggle doing stuff like diaper changes at first - as anyone would

~~~

As your daughter gets older - she grows into a mini version of Dez.

She wont call her 'mom' - instead calling her something silly like 'cunt' or 'fuckwit'

Dez gets a real kick out of it - and does the same.

Dez would be a little disappointed if your kid didn't want to fight, though she'd still be supportive - even if she didn't really understand.

Cries on your daughters wedding day - but tries to hide it.

"I'm not crying cunt, you're crying"

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog)

I think Mako would be really good with kids-

Big brooding dad & cute tiny daughter combo type vibe

Maybe she's really talkative, and he just listens.

He'd let her put clips in his hair and paint his nails.

It's giving Gru when his girls are doing ballet.

He's always the one to hold the kids when needed - since he barely has any issue.

His hands are just so big.

Even if you had like - 4 kids he would have no trouble carrying them all.

You were grateful that you could have some time alone sometimes, as Mako is a very competent father.

'crane's hand back while driving when kid opens snack' dad

Your kid might pretend to wear his shoes - and they can barely even stand properly in them, let alone walk.

Moira O'Deorain 

Does not want kids.

Only agreed because you would make a face at her whenever you saw a baby.

test-tube baby fr

Literally will not go to another doctor about her kids health.

Does she know anything about kids? No.

Does she think she knows more than the QUALIFIED children's doctors? Absolutely she does.

MIGHT agree to taking your kid to see Angela - if you're not too keen on her doing science on your kid.

HATES being called mom.

She's fine with your kid just calling her by her name.

This was weird on the first day of school - most parents thinking your kids other parent wasn't in the picture.

She was fine with that idea - meaning that you 'left' your old partner for her. Narcissist.

~~~

Your babies first word was definitely her name.

but in the cute baby way.

'Moiwa'

When your kid gets a little older, maybe they'll ask about Moira's arm.

"This is what happens when you smoke"

Your kid will never even THINK about smoking ever again.

It isn't until they're 30 that they realise that wasn't true.

Prefers to keep her kids away from science - as much as it was important to her.

She'll barely talk to you about it either - which may be hard if you're also a part of Talon.

Having to bring your kids to work with you is definitely SOMETHING.

You'd prefer for them to be with you rather than with Moira, though.

Your kids are NOSY, so you have to bend the truth a little bit.

Just to make sure they don't view their mom as the ruthless geneticist that she ACTUALLY is.

"Why is miss Amelie blue?"

"She didn't eat her vegetables"

Angela Ziegler (Mercy)

BIG on consistent check-ups.

Sometimes she'll do them herself, but she prefers the professionals.

She doesn't specialise in child care, but she does make sure that your child is going to the best doctor in the field.

Definitely enjoys shopping for baby clothes.

Works with baby on lap - letting the little guy play with her fingers.

Aeroplane noises while getting the baby to eat.

does NOT let the kid eat candy until they're like 10.

This was hard for you - because it meant you couldn't have candy in the house.

Secret stash of sweets hidden somewhere in your car.

One in Overwatch HQ too.

ALWAYS prepared.

Baby needs a snack? She's got cut up grapes in her bag.

Always has wipes and diapers.

"Hey babe? Where's their bottle?" She's already retrieved it from the drying rack.

Tiny first-aid kid in her bag at ALL times.

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If your kid wants their ears pierced at Claire's. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Angela is panicked at any idea of infections - especially when it comes to your kid.

Your kiddo is made to wear clip on earrings until they qualify to be pierced by a professional.

Will always make sure places are baby safe before you take your kid there.

~~~

She's calm 90% of the time - she just cares about general safety and health.

Matching onesies with your kid.

Chilli and Bingo core :)

Angela would LOVE doing Halloween costumes for your kiddo.

They're always so CUTE.

If she has the time, she'll put together matching family ones.

Cole Cassidy

Baby carrier dad.

Like he'll just carry your baby everywhere.

Gets upset when he has to put the little guy down.

"We're just fine over here. No need to pull us apart"

Your child definitely prefers him to you - which you're fine with.

It's just so cute seeing them play together.

I'd say he's a girl dad - the type to teach her how to shoot, or play football with.

9 times out of ten, he'll fall asleep while reading her a bedtime story, so he always just ends up sleeping in your daughters bed with her.

The two of them cuddled up on the tiny mattress - he's holding your little girl so protectively.

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The moms at the nursery you take your daughter to all think Cole is hot.

Too right.

They just need to learn to keep their hands to themselves.

Your kid is very protective of him - and your relationship.

If you're married, she'll be like;

"Daddy, show her your wedding ring!! Isn't it nice?"

It makes Cole chuckle every time.

Cole didn't even need to shut the women down - your kid was doing all the work for him.

~~~

Definitely the dad that all of your kids friends like

"Your dad is so cool!"

He's always invited to their little tea parties and stuff.

Yes, he will put on the crown and princess dress.

[ptvlia]

♡ LOVE ISLAND ART HEADCANONS !

join my taglist ! | headcanons if art donaldson was on love island, saw someone make a fic about this. Not exactly sure who it was but if you see this, please comment so I can credit you on the idea ! :)

♡ who .. didn’t sign himself up, it was either Patrick or his nana. He wasn’t good at finding love, the shy an anxious boy he grew up to be. when they called him, he was so confused. “i—sorry, think you’ve got the wrong person?..” but they explained. He almost didn’t go but he showed up the shyest smile and awkwardness infront of the camera.

♡ who .. turns red easily seeing all the girls, especially you. compliment him? instant blush. Touch his arm? blush. He’s a bit awkward when he flirts so that’s a disadvantage, maybe an energetic girl would do him some good. While flirting, it’s impossible for him to keep a straight face. His beach hut confessions are a mess of his constant hand gestures and he’s always speaking about you, not even noticing.

♡ who .. makes your tea exactly how you told him you loved it, without asking. Offers to cook you breakfast even though he can only make scrambled eggs and toast.

♡ who .. he does sweet little gestures for you when you’re officially coupled up. He fixes your pink sunglasses for you, holds you close and makes sure you’re comfortable the first night in bed together. Other islanders even start calling him ‘dad’ in a teasing manner.

♡ who .. during the recouplings, he makes sure to have a tiny speech ready in case it’s the boys turn and when it is, he doesn’t hesitate to choose you if you hadn’t been chosen already. His speech is so sincere since it’s from his heart, you know how he is so you just smile.

♡ who .. is definitely not the type to bounce around, if he’s interested in you..he’ll focus on your connection. When you first met, he says he isn’t the fast type of guy but he’s already thinking about how he’ll introduce you to his nana.

♡ who .. isn’t in as much drama as you are, he doesn’t do that but you do. That was a stark contrast that he loved but he stays protective. He doesn’t enjoy confrontation but if people gang up on you or someone speaks to you in a certain way, he won’t hesitate to glare a bit and say something now and then. He’s not aggressive, he just quietly puts himself inbetween you and whoever you’re arguing with.

♡ who .. loves to cuddle, he’s a cuddly person and you understood that. You loved it too but you hadn’t evolved much from that. your first kiss was on the day beds, it was hesitant and after..he made sure to ask if it was okay though the deeper your connection got, the more comfortable he was. He gave the gentlest forehead kisses, hands on your waist when he walks past and little sleepy ‘you’re so beautiful’ and other compliments in bed.

♡ who .. after finding out about going to casa, he had to admit..he was a bit excited but not as excited as the other boys. He genuinely liked you but what if you cracked? — he doesn’t jump up and down while grabbing his suitcase. He ends up being a bit disappointed, he doesn’t wanna leave you. He doesn’t wanna go to other girls and he for sure doesn’t want new buff guys around you either.

♡ who .. isn’t very interactive with the casa girls, he’s sweet though but he doesn’t give them what he gives you. He’s a friendly boy and sometimes that gives off the wrong vibe but they realize it isn’t them he wants. He hasn’t cracked a bit though he must admit, a little feeling inside him is yelling at him too. What if you were off smiling with a new boy?

♡ who .. in the end, he decides to stick with you and as he walks into the villa. He’s shaking but he sees you, he sees the hope in your face and he sees..there’s no man with you. It’s just you, you chose him too! — first thing he does? kiss your beautiful lips.

♡ who .. ends up being America’s sweetheart and everyone loved your couple, his commitment to you. Safe to say, you won, sharing the money that you both didn’t feel was needed because now you had each other. The money was just an extra thing to you both.

♡ who .. stays with you out of the villa. He genuinely loves you even though he feels ridiculous telling his friends that didn’t watch that you both met on love island. It makes you both laugh and he can’t help but crack jokes. “Imagine telling our future kids that. We’ll have too.”

♡ who .. introduces you to his nana, when you met— she admitted she watched the entire thing just for you and art. She loved how shy and kid-like you made art, she wanted to see her boy happy. Safe to say, maybe you’ll last.

[flowerbitz]

x-men teacher headcanons bc we all deserve some silliness in our lives:

storm:

you see now she might be a very nice teacher but her first years must have been chaotic...she was definitely not ready to handle a class full of kids still, she learned to like it;

participated in the cheese touch game with the younger kids, no questions asked...

charles:

probably someone has told him "i like your cut g" and he just went on about his day...also there are "low taper fade" memes of him circling around the school gcs;

kids know better than acting nonchalant so they don't get picked but he still picks them anyways...you can't escape him basically;

jean:

watches the class like a hawk during tests...it's scary;

got convinced by her students to dress up as frankenstein (THE DOCTOR NOT THE MONSTER) so she just used her lab clothes the whole day...guess who was the monster;

logan:

tells kids to stay after class if he sees them cheat, does the "disappointed dad" stance before giving them detention;

a kid just straight up told him "type shit" when he gave them an idea for an essay, he tried not to laugh while the kid stared at him obviously nervous (pls i saw this on tik tok and thought it was funny);

scott:

fell out of his chair once, hit his head on the back of the black board and then on the ground...nobody will let that go, there's video proof and everything!!

he brings a "we are going to watch a movie today and it's a fucking 5 minute video" vibe to the class that earns him some side eyes;

(genuine question how tf do you get more colours for the text?? i seriously can't keep going with the same seven colours forever...help a girl out PLEASE!!)

[callsign-rogueone]

For FW boys as dads, what would they be like when their daughter goes on her first date?

oh, fun! this assumes in all cases that it's the stereotypical movie scene of the boy knocking on the door to pick her up for said date. I can see a few main categories...

actively trying to intimidate them: Garrick and Xaden. to be honest, neither of them even have to try. he just opens the door and the kid is shaking in their boots because oh my god look at them. both of them are very matter of fact and do not break eye contact for a second. purposely don't tell their daughter that their friend is here until they're done laying down the law (be back by this time, what she says goes, etc.) I can also see Xaden just going... nope, and shutting the door in their face if they don't pass the intentions vibe check.

accidentally intimidates them: Liam -- hear me out. he's so nice, invites them in and shakes their hand, etc etc... he's just so good of a guy that the kid is internally like... oh my god I cannot disappoint this man by fumbling the bag. Brennan is similar, but not as severe. he just has such pure Dad Energy, and with the whole army colonel thing... the kid is definitely trying not to mess up.

tries so hard to "be cool" and it doesn't really work: Bodhi and Sawyer. he's trying so hard not to ruin this for his girl by being too strict, because it's a Big Moment for her, but boy is he awkward as fuck. also putting Dain here. I've decided his internal monologue when it comes to his kid(s) is just "don't be like your dad, don't be like your dad..." and that works most of the time. sometimes he tries too hard, and it comes out weird. by this age, Saoirse knows that, and makes sure to give him a hug and a whispered thank you before she leaves.

is actually cool: Ridoc. calls the suitor dude, regardless of their gender, gives them some advice instead of threats, slips them some cash so that they can go somewhere nicer than the fantasy equivalent of McDonalds... doesn't flip out until after the kids are already gone.

as usual, I am mystified by Aaric. he gets his own category. theoretically this kid is going to be a future king / queen of Navarre, so this date is absolutely happening under the watch of the palace guards. that takes the pressure off things for him a bit. and he'd be fine if the kid wasn't royal/noble, because screw that. as long as they make his prince(ss) happy and treat him/her well and have their head on straight, that's what matters. and he fell in love with a "commoner" after all, too.

and in most of these cases, there's gonna be a dragon hanging out in the sky / hiding in the forest nearby for the duration of this so-called date. some of them are more obvious than others.

also... I haven't done a full vibe check on d***e yet, but so far so good. do we want me to add him to these kind of posts from now on?

[floatingaimlessly333]

Another question!!! (Because I can 👹)

What do you think the 141 + Alex and Farah would do if they didn’t join the military

Excellent question, Aggs, as always :)))

Hmmmmmm…

Simon: Well, I think his is the easiest to answer. The military gave him the strength to finally stand up to his father, so I don’t think he’d be in a great place without it. I imagine he probably would’ve stayed at the butcher’s shop. He’d eventually leave home, but he never would’ve kicked his dad out, so I don’t think his mum or Tommy would be in a very good place. And he regrets never helping them escape like he did.

Johnny: He also wouldn’t have gone very far from home, but for a completely different reason. He wanted to get into construction and demolitions, but his dad practically begged him to stay and help with the family carpentry business. His dad always says he needs him for just a few more months, and then he’ll hire someone to replace Johnny. He’s been saying that for 6 years now. He loves being around his family, don’t get him wrong, but it’s long since started to feel suffocating.

Roach: Honestly, I feel like he’d either work at Walmart or some other small grocery store in Appalachia. He’d be worn out and barely making ends meet, but not entirely miserable. He’d have a solid group of friends, but something would always be missing.

Gaz: With how charming and handsome he is, I’m sure Gaz would make it pretty high up in some corporate company. His mum got him an entry-level position, and now his only job is to find a completely spot in the company and stay there. It’s tedious work and he hates it, but he stays. If only so he doesn’t have to hear his parents tell him how disappointed they are.

Price: I think he’d run a tackle shop. I really don’t know why, but he just has that vibe, y’know? He’d be comfortable, but something in him would always crave a little more excitement.

Alex: He gives me big farm boy energy. He’d probably work on the family farm and eventually take over the reins from his dad. Again, not a very exciting life, but it would be a comfortable one.

Farah: Y’know… not really sure with our girl Farah. I think some part of her would always want to see Urzikstan free, so she’d probably still support the movement even if she wasn’t apart of it. It would be a less dangerous life, but definitely no less stressful and filled with heartbreak. Maybe she’d eventually move to London and start Uni to live a better life, but her heart would always be with her home and her family.

Kinda just made these up on the fly, so I hope you like them!

[drenched-in-sunlight]

very opionated talk underneath the cut

this is what I get for keeping checking out the fandom tag, but oh well 😭

seeing the reasoning behind the “Marika and Godfrey would have been proud of Godrick for the grafting” take is so wild to me like… are we just going to ignore the fact that Nepheli - who is implied to be Godfrey’s descendants, said Godrick’s deeds “taint the very wind” and helped us beat his ass and it’s her who later becomes the rightful Lord of Stormveil ?

+ Roderika, who is thematically a reflection of the girl Marika was pre-Godhood, losing all her companions and being left alone scared shitless and heartbroken in a shack, blaming herself for not being strong enough, brave enough to go die with her friends, all because Godrick is making a mockery of Godfrey’s name and enacting the same tragedy that befell Marika’s people ?

Like, I can sorta see why people refuse to see the Living Jars in the Lands Between as Marika reclaiming a practice that was tainted by the Hornsent deeds, returning it into something done to honor the dead and let them be returned to the Erdtree to continue the cycle of life - death - rebirth (is scattering ashes of the deceased to the sea not a thing in many irl cultures anymore or am I going crazy), cuz if one has certain…views on her, it can be hard to see anything she does in a positive light (actually even if you don’t see it that way, equating jar innards made of dead warriors in a ritual to honour them with living ppl being cut up and forced to meld together as a form of torture is… a choice), but to completely ignore Nepheli and Roderika’s stories and their role in the narrative? 💀

Plus, where in the game is it even stated or implied that Godfrey being a battlefield maniac means he is ok with *read writing on hands* some guy sending his lackeys out to hunt Tarnished (Godfrey’s own warriors) and making them into unwilling extra limbs?

The guy that gives his all to fight the player by himself and compliments us on a battle well fought… will see honour in gaining strength via kidnapping ppl and stealing their strength, instead of fighting your own battles, honing your own skills and getting stronger on your own? Huh?

And even ignoring all that, Kenneth - a mere nobleman, not even demigod or anything, fr called Godrick a “jumped up country bumpkin” who fleed from Leyndell, holed up in Stormveil to hide from Radahn (why are we forgetting this…bro can’t even pass the Godfrey’s no.1 Stan vibe check) and then got beaten up by Malenia?

To add insult to injury, Godwyn’s body lying beneath Stormveil will literally stab anyone coming close to him (which is sth I have an interesting conversation with ppl on twitter about. there’s one person bringing up an interesting interpretation that Godrick probably took off with a relic of Godwyn’s body hoping to graft a piece of the Golden Prince onto himself, but Godwyn body was like “no” and infested the castle ground like a disapproving ghost 😭 but Godwyn is cool with us because he knows we have Marika’s sanction 😊).

Godrick… has no support whatsoever from Marika and Godfrey’s direct descendants, other than maybeeee Morgot who probably was only there to keep an eye on Stormveil - a place of importance to his dad and maybeeee a bit family pity for Godrick, definitely not because he’s proud of the stuffs Godrick is doing (he astral project there to scare us a bit then leave. We gonna kill Godrick? None of his business.).

And there’s also Godefroy who literally got locked up in a gaol… by a Leyndell Knight who later got the highest honour of Erdtree Burial after he passed away - specifically because of his feat in capturing Godefroy. Why are we forgetting Kristoff???

No one in Leyndell likes the Grafted guys, no one in Limgrave likes the Grafted guys, there are numerous items in-game expressing disappointment and sadness at the decline of the Golden Linage…. it’s a real damn no one likes you situation 😭

Then later on, Godrick got replaced by Nepheli.

So who are the ones being proud here ????

I’m not even a Godrick hater, I think he’s a fucked up, but compelling!, conclusion to the linage that Marika has with Godfrey - who is probably one of few people who actually knows what she used to go through.

I could even see the kind of pressure and struggle he must have gone through, humiliation after humiliation, hiding from and losing to Radagon’s children of all guys, carrying a legacy that is too big for him to handle. But to say that Marika and Godfrey would have been proud of him? Or that grafting is somehow a reclamation of the trauma Marika’s people went through and turning it into strength ????? He doesn’t even know that Marika was once not a God, let alone anything about her people’s suffering to reclaim anything ? That’s not his pain to reclaim ???

Someone else already did that. Marika herself. Rakshasa herself. You really do not have to give a man all the flowers for something women (who actually suffered and went through that trauma) already did.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

do you have any recommendations? I love qjj and just ended yuwu, I want to read more of this, whatever this is

Yes I do! And thank you for making this so easy by giving me a vibe to match.

1) To Rule in a Turbulent World:

You Miao is a young master who buys himself a slave because he wants to know how big his bestie’s dick is. Returns home to find he’s the family disappoint and his dad has displaced him with the son of his concubine. Cue a farm arc reminiscent of Harvest Moon. (Qjj’s grain arc has nothing on the water wheel).

This series has all the politicking of Qjj as well as the social commentary of Yuwu. Also comes with some military action. It’s definitely that vibe. Also, if you enjoy a good smut scene ch 3 of vol 1 is a gift!

2) Stars of Chaos

I’ll admit, I’ve only read the first vol so far, but it’s definitely bringing the politics. Also after reading Guardian, I feel like yearning is Priest’s specialty. And what is Ximang if not yearning and self sacrifice? Which I think is definitely going to be Chang Geng and Gu Yun’s deal.

3) Legend of Exorcism

I’m putting this one in because I adore it and I know it’s only the first of an eight book series, but Li Jinglong and Hongjun are going to be one of my favourite danmei couples. I just know it!

Anyways linking it back to the type of thing you’re asking for - it’s got that male camaraderie vibe that both Qjj and Yuwu have in spades. There’s some politicking and mystery going on as well as it being a xianxia. Li Jinglong is kind of Mo Xi coded in that he is just having the worst time, but consistently trying to do his best. Also has that inferiority complex that is so, so attractive in a potential danmei sad boy.

If you found any comedy in vol 2 of Yuwu when Gu Mang initially moved in with Mo Xi, that is kind of Hongjun’s deal. Except apart from being tortured, his lack of awareness comes from never having lived in the human world. Boy really wants to know what the appeal of a brothel is. It’s like a bl version of Little Mermaid.

[yesterdayiwrote]

Why do you hate Carmen so much? It just seems like you’re always so negative about her and I don’t understand what she’s done to warrant it?

Okay, so firstly, I don't hate her because I don't know her, but I hate what she represents and I think as the years have gone on some of her social media behaviour and the way she presents herself is incredibly disappointing and very emblematic of the dishonesty of influencer culture in general. I'll put the rest under the cut because I know some people don't like getting in to it and this might become a deep dive...

I think my main issue is I just find her Instagram persona incredibly disingenuous. She's tried/trying to carve a niche for herself as a "finance girl" and yet the reality just doesn't quite... add up. She has a degree in finance and business, she worked in finance jobs, I don't doubt she has an interest in finance, but she only has 18 months work experience and so the way she's started circling the public speaking circuit as some "women in finance" expert gives similar vibes to Mohammed Ben Sulayem reminding everyone how he's definitely a racing driver every two minutes.

I think most people know about the book scam, and I think she got off relatively lightly in terms of criticism for that, but on top of that I think the contents of the book raised more questions than it answered. She spoke about her dad being made bankrupt then a few weeks later did an interview proclaiming her parents brought her and her siblings Tommy hilfiger school coats every year. She said she wanted to make financial information more accessible to women, but she rarely references finance on her insta, unless she's profiting off of it in some way, or it's stuff you have to pay to access. She rarely offers free or accessible resources. Then of course the one I think most people have picked up on is that she claimed to want to encourage women to gain financial independence from men, yet she quit her career and her income now largely relies on her relationship with George and so there's a massive contradiction in there. She even flip-flops herself on whether she believes she's qualified to give advice or not.

Her social media output just strikes me as incredibly vapid and at times ill thought out and at the very least out of touch. There's some very questionable health information, some dodgy diet tips, a lot of sus names being recommended, a complete glut of adverts, often undisclosed.

I just think her and George have crossed into a bit of a "corporate couple" space recently as well and I just find it cringey. It all feels very fake and posed and effort-full and all contradicts George's claim that they're not chasing attention. I have multiple questions about why she's suddenly doing sponsored content for an increasing number of Mercedes sponsors...

And I get this all sounds nitpicky, and I get that none of it matters, AND that they're all guilty of doing similar. I get there's massive intricacies to influencer culture, and I probably am being unfair in some places. It's not all cut and dry and there's nuance to all these things, but I think ultimately my feeling is just that a lot of the main wag admirers are young girls who perhaps don't realise that what they're seeing isn't attainable or realistic. They see it online and they think having a career in finance means getting to travel the world and work in hotels on your own schedule. That you can work and swan around Monaco hanging out on yachts and drinking coffee and it sets them up to have an unrealistic idea of adulthood... which later down the line contributes to them feeling inferior. The kids aren't alright because social media lets them think they've failed for not achieving the unachievable. God I'm in my thirties and even I get caught up by it still?

No, she's not solely responsible for that, but she's contributing to the problem and as I said the other day in an ask game, I think all wags deserve more scrutiny for how they conduct themselves online. She is just the one that I come into contact with more because I follow George. I feel sorry for her to some extent because I think she's just got caught up in the pressure of trying to be something specific in her influencing exploits and in the process has kind of forgotten to just be... herself? She's just... not my type of person?u

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Twice Tea Session

Dislaimer: No facts, all alleged, just my interpretation of the cards and messages I get.

I like to look into these girlies and see what tea I can get here. I never really dug into them, so I am interested to see what I can pick up on, if I can get any.

These girls did not share much at first, so I had to wait a couple of days to redo it, and try for more answers, and that time I definitely got more information, they gave me the tea, so here we go.

Jihyo

I see her having a strong desire to succeed and be successful. She could be egotistical. I see her being pretty cold, very consumed with her career, fame and money. I can also see her being a bit controlled. She isn't someone very intuned with her emotions at all. A very career driven woman. I just heard emotionally inept. I see her being very controlled by men, this includes her boyfriends, she may like that, or she may have had a controlling Dad and it spills into her relationships.

But I always sense some control around her and seeing it here too, so not sure she is able to live the life she wants or has any semblance of freedom, not sure she would want that either. She gives me Beyonce vibes, like she has handlers around her that controls what she does and she just goes along with it, sorry Beyonce stans or Jihyo stans, but that is the vibe they both give me. So, this chick will always be in a relationship, because she lacks any independent freedom of her own. She may not even know how to be alone.

Damn, wasn't expecting this to be juicy. I was expecting to not get much here, but damn, started wild here, let's see what we get next,

Nayeon

I say she seems strong and powerful. She stands in her divine feminine power. She is pretty tough and can handle anything that comes her way. I am so confused by these next cards the ace of swords and the 10 of swords, what I am getting is there is an idea to sabotage someone, is it her idea, or someone else that may have sabotaged her, other cards ace of wands and queen of pentacles. She seems to be about her career and building her network and business.

So, with this Knight of Cups and the Star card. I see it as someone offered her some drink and I see her pouring it into some water or fountain, could be a ritual to help her success. It is like it strips her from who she was and allows her to be reborn again, but it helps her gain success and global appeal. Yeah, she keeps giving me something about rituals, got the 3 of cups, which gives me ritualistic vibes. You might have to strip naked for these to. And this Sun card with another child on the card, gives me reborn again, or something about harnessing the child within you, da fuck this is weird. Moving on.

Hers was weird, barely made sense, but that is that.

Jeongyeon

Things can be brutally unfair for her. You have to fight to win the war or for you to achieve things. It is quite hard for her to achieve things, things move a bit slow for her. Or it takes longer for her to reach the pinnacle of what she wants. There is some sort of commitment she may have made. I don't see her being able to discuss it. It could be her contract. She may want to step away and find her own path. She may not like the harsh realities of things in the industry. It can be too dirty or too catty for her.

So, tried to get more after a couple of days, not much she still seems to want to step away, she seems confused as to if she wants to pursue her passion or go with her emotions and intuition, so I got the 8 of Cups (stepping away) followed by the 2 of Cups, which can signal a relationship, so she might want to step away to pursue a relationship.

Okay, nothing crazy here for me, compared to the first two.

Momo

Wow, all these cups. I think she had hope of what things could be like. I see her being disappointed with how things went. I see her being very emotional. It is very hard for her to stay grounded and stable. She may drink to escape her worries. I can see her being sensitive to her environment. I don't see her looking at the reality of things or being very practical. It had been a struggle for her to remain in the industry. There could be physical abuse here, hopefully not, but 9 of wands in the deck gives me that vibe. She isn't speaking and I have no patience she is giving me nothing, moving on.

So, pulled more cards while editing to see if she can give me anything else. She seems pretty burdened and tired, downright exhausted. The company continues to push them, doesn't give them much rest or any, they always have an activity. Okay, they are spilling the tea more today, glad I pulled again, so she gave me the high priestess, in this deck this card gives me rituals, so they create these concoctions through some spellbook, or magic, they then offer it to them, I guess for them men do this, so for the male idols it is females, for them it is men, this helps them perform and make money for the company, there could be sexual favors involved, so they may make them disoriented, so they can sleep with people to fulfill whatever goal they want, but in the end this can be mentally devastating to them after the fact.

Whew okay, now that was the tea I was looking for, now I don't like that this could happen, but glad I am getting more this time.

Sana

She could be another one who may escape, may have drinking problems. I heard highly medicated. I see a lot of water with her. She could be trying to escape all the cloudiness and gain clarity. She may not want to consume too many drinks, but more so wants to purify herself in a sense. There could be some sort of contract she is interested in, maybe outside the group that she may want to proceed with. She may have poured a lot into the industry, could be a bit tired and drained from it.

With this spread I pulled after a couple of days, she seems a bit cold and detached, not sure she wants to tap into her emotions at all. She could be sneaky and manipulative or just hides shit from others. Once again, getting a sense of self-indulgence with her, she seems disconnected from reality, so yeah, maybe medications, drugs, drinks kind of keep her blocked from reality. I see her not wanting to face her emotions and to just keep pressing forward, maybe keeps herself distracted and busy.

Mina

I am seeing a controlling environment around her, another member that may be showing me physical abuse. Her environment seems controlled and maybe she is monitored a lot. I see her having lack of freedom to do anything. She seems to have to learn to build resilience with the job she does and has to deal with a lot of pressure. They kind of stay stunted, not really happy to mature. There is someone who is an emotional manipulator around them, probably this Emperor I am seeing. They also suppress their skills and talents. They may definitely not want them to outshine them. I am thinking the company. This person may seem like they care, but they don't really care. I am also getting they always have to be on guard and may always feel anxious and tense, they don't really feel safe in their environment.

I got a bit more from her, but still hard to get information as well. I was going to pull more, but feel she brought good enough tea, so moving on and don't feel pulled to pull more for her.

Dahyun

Umm, I see the 7 of Swords and the Queen of Pentacles and hear backstabbing bitch, so if I remember Nayeon had this, so this could be about her. I can see her not trusting her. She may want to seek revenge somehow. The knight of swords gives me wanting to defend herself and speak up against someone. This is about a career opportunity, she may have took it from her who knows. She may be frustrated about the dirty business, or the fact that people are obsessed with materialism and money and accolades. I see her wanting to speak on her truth. I just get a sense of her wanting to defend herself. I can see her gathering information and making a plan, maybe to attack. Not sure how she goes about that.

Okay, she gave me some tea there. I won't pull more for her. I feel that was enough.

Chaeyeong

Well, she is showing the rituals card, so they may do some of that. There could be someone that is intimidating to her. She may fear this person a bit, or she is the one that intimates this person. I really don't know, because she also isn't saying much. She could have slept with this KOC's, it could do to advance her career or just to be in the group. She may have been betrayed by someone. She could want to get revenge, but once again, feels intimidated. She seems shy and timid and scared to do anything about things. She does seem to have her guard up, but it is hard to defend herself.

I wanted more from her, so she is showing me they may create tension in the group, drama, fights, or there is competition within the group and company. They might compete for activities, and some may sleep with others to get further ahead, she gave me the two of Wands and that indicates sexual favors, and she kind of already alluded to that in the first spread I did, but it may not be just her. She gives me there hands are tied and they kind of accept how things work, so she gave me two ritualistic cards for this deck (The High Priestess/The Magician), so that plays a huge role for this group as well. It seems they have them do things they may not feel comfortable doing, having them explore things they may not be comfortable with, but it leads them astray, she gave me the 5 of Cups, 10 of Wands and 9 of Swords, it just leaves them in a state of disarray. It seems hard for them to move past that and can be in a state of depression and panic afterwards.

Tzuyu

I think she may be frustrated about something. She seems to want to cause chaos and destruction, like I can see her being very angry at things. This could do with some sort of connection she has, or pact she has made. She may be at a place where she wants to move in a new direction, or she is becoming bolder and wants to speak on things and maybe cause some problems around her. She might be done with the games they play. It seems she wants to progress and move forward, and it can be hard within the constraints she may be under.

Pulled so more cards and this KOC's plays a huge role for these cards. I have not seen this KOC's pop up for any other group I did and he makes a presence known a lot with these girls. He may be the one who offers them drinks, may act warm and loving, maybe to soften them up, they may have to sleep with him. But she is also showing me she wants to shine and stand on her own, maybe she wants to go solo (Queen of Wands/3 of Wands) shows me she wants to shine. But she is stunted and blocked from getting far, like this one card has a baby on it and it has a barrier, or gate, blocking and shielding the baby, so they block them from getting free, they basically keep them caged and don't let them shine on their own.

Girl is noisy, I wanted info on the King of Cups, so you got to get through him to advance and succeed (The Chariot), I do feel he plays into their fears and worries (The Moon) He is sneaky and manipulative (7 of Swords) He can help them advance and succeed (10 of Pentacles) I got the knight of wands for him, he can be very persistent, could be aggressive, could want sexual advances as well, needed more cards, got the Magician reversed, manipulative af and very good at it. 6 of Wands, very egotistical, with the 7 of Pentacles, he can make or break them, so if you go against him, he can stifle their career, so basically do as he pleases, and they get ahead.

Alright, I am done, but thank goodness, I asked for more cards, maybe due to me feeling a little sick is why I struggled to get answers at first. Now I to do this series with every group, because every group has pieces to the puzzle I am seeing. This has been an interesting ride. This one has to be my favorite series I have done so far.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

[4] 'Retirement' || Castis Vakarian

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With & without glasses because I can't decide which I like best.

Another Castis Vakarian study as the small number of art made for him is appalling considering we like daddies in this binch. I'm also considering adding Avitus Rix in the mix or start on that Saren vs Castis vibe @eyecandyeoz and I went over some weeks ago. Also tagging @yuku78 on here because.. daddy! Might tag the series under : NotQuiteTiredYetTizzy

Here we have:

Retired dad and his new, equally no-nonsense, mid-life existential-crises bought pet bird — a beautifully unimpressed, Gatling-shrieking shoebill to double down on that #TiredDad disappointed look that makes you want to do your best! Right on, Dad!

The 'Well, shit. I guess I'm really retired now" dad coping by actually allowing himself to get shit-faced in his own home because there is no chance in absolute hell that he's going to make a fool of himself in public. Have a slightly drunk-flustered #feelingcutemightdeletelaterforsure daddy on the couch.

Dad and new son pet bonding.

And because I have no self-control, that squiggly, curly-haired bubble person is my OC who I have written in wips as his assistant during his last years before retirement and ya boy shootin' his shot because you know, shipping blorbos with our oc is therapy.

Dad takes to online dating — only because he's a little bit drunk and will definitely deny this the morning after.

Barbeque dad and his special barbeque sauce giving you the "what do you mean you already ate?" — look of disapproval + three seconds before you take that back and sit tf down and eat.

[panlight]

anon this time please!!!

anyway, hi hello! i think i saw you mention somewhere that you're a librarian and have read a bunch of vampire books (I think I also remember seeing you mention it as the reason why you were disappointed with the vampire elements in twilight, bc you expected it to read more as a vampire book than a romance iirc?)

So, i got curious with a few posts mentioning Alistair (one of those background character vamps in BD) and his backstory?? SHEITTT I'm a sucker (pun not intended) for that tragedy angle. Because of that, and because SMeyer really just gave all that and shafted it on the main story bc "they're not pretty things to write 🥺" I want to ask if you have any vampire stories/books to recommend that get into that tragedy? where the protagonist or at least even one of the main characters gets turned (likely against their will given the context) and deals with the horror of their transformation, goes through some Stages of Monster Grief trope being "What did you DO TO ME?!" (feel free to add in stories you know that do the whole I hate you vampire dad trope where they're bitter at their creator for turning them bc mmmm that's fun angst too lol!)

No Vampire Chronicles since I've seen them (though I like the existential angle of it all) Louis's experiences and Claudia's tragedy in Interview with the Vampire are great but I've read it already XD

thanks in advance!! 🥺🥺

You. You get it. That's the vibe. That's what I want in vampire stories, and why Breaking Dawn was just the opposite of everything I like about them. "Whee I'm so happy I was born for this" is maybe a neat subversion of "what have I become?!" but it was, for me, also boring. But the backstories, ugh, so many of the backstories were SO GOOD. Alistair's whole thing with his horse breaking its own neck in its attempt to get away from vampire!Alistair, his beloved falcons now being terrified of him, like SM went SO HARD with this backstory and does . . . nothing with it. It's just in the guide. It's so grim and tragic and devastating and for me, about 1000 times more interesting than anything that happens in Breaking Dawn.

And Carlisle!! I know I've harped on this before, but Carlisle's backstory is like 85% of why I kept reading the books after the first one, I LOVE it. The son of a monster-hunting pastor gets bitten and hides for three days in silence despite the pain because his knows if discovered his father will have him burned alive. Then he becomes a vampire and tries to destroy himself, but fails, so opts to banishing himself to the woods to starve. Mmmm. Delicious. Bring me 10 more stories just like this.

Regrettably I have not found many books that scratch that itch. So much of vampire stuff these days is romantasy and that's not what I'm looking for, I want to wallow in the dread and the horror and the angst and the crushing weight of eternal thirst, please and thank you.

If you haven't read Dracula yet, do give it a try. There's definitely dread and horror and angst over transformations. I really liked Elizabeth Kostova's The Historian but it's more like, spooky than horror but it's sort of like Dracula meets the Da Vinci Code but better written (and it has vampire librarians!). Stephen King's Salem's Lot is a pretty traditional vampire novel but it's been awhile since I read it and I don't remember a ton of wallowing in the angst, it's much more actual horror.

I do remember really enjoying some vampire anthologies when I was doing my marathon read. See if you can get your hands on some sort of short story collection of vampire tales. I can't remember what the ones at our library were called, but there was one story that I still remember about vampire who was a photographer and was obsessed with trying to photograph the sunrise . . . which posed the obvious problem.

If anyone has read a more recent vampire novel that's not a romantasy and DOES wallow in the existential angst, please please let us know!