#they're BOTH freaks

[shiisiln]

My take on Patrochilles is that everyone looks at how dramatic and feral Achilles is and goes "Poor Patroclus, how does he put up with him?"

Meanwhile the two of them will be just chilling alone, having a nice time. And Patroclus will, for absolutely no reason, lean over and bite Achilles really hard.

[miguel-owhora]

crack idea but ghost!09!ghost would be such a possessive bastard. he ends up accidentally haunting your new house and he's sooo enamored by you, constantly following you around and cooing over you even if you can't see him. stroking your face and hugging you from behind, touching your muscles and leaning on you, even going as far as to hump you and maybe even ride your dick - and if it helps that you sleep like the dead (no pun intended) then that's for him to abuse.

he'd get pretty pissed when you bring a new guy around, a loser by the name of simon (coincidentally enough), and he hates how close you two are. how he gives you the softest eyes whenever you're not looking, how he sticks close to you, how you sleep together, how you fuck into his fluttering, wet pussy - it infuriates him.

and it angers him even more when simon's fully aware of ghost's existence, how he can literally see his disembodied spirit. and how simon mocks ghost by showing off how lucky he is to have someone like you, how good your cock feels filling him up.

[biherbalwitch]

lee "muscle kink" felix 🤝🏻 kim "BRAT" seungmin

fluttering around changbin like butterflies

[smthleon]

they cannot handle all of that

[up-the-bracket]

Jayce bites down into his neck without further warning. It stings. It hurts. It’s dizzying. It’s lecherous. There is nothing else. Viktor is swept away once more and it is entirely intoxicating. He was desolate before. Forsaken. Angry. Now he has this. And what a thing to be in possession of. Unbridled devotion. Complete loyalty. Given and returned. Received and reciprocated. They have created their own little self-sustaining system. They merge into one being. Jayce is Viktor and Viktor is Jayce. He can hear Jayce gulping down his blood; one, two, three, four, five deep swallows. Greedy little thing.

Snippets for chapter 3 of my vampire fic The Killing Time, Unwillingly Mine. Read the first two chapters here.

[teddybeartoji]

the difference between perv!chuuya and perv!dazai is that chuu puts cameras in your home while dazai just fucking breaks in and watches you from the shadows. he simply likes the idea of getting caught more than chuu:3333

[simping-invader]

Ok...so I PROMISE IM WORKING ON FREAK MIGHT but! For now here's a compilation of My oc Azura being a freak TWORDS freak might.

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There's no promise this makes sense, it's just rambling paragraphs I put together

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Lots of body worship <3

Azura will make it a point with every fiber in her being that toshinori shouldn't be ashamed of his scar, from the moment he lets her see it she's going to try and drill that into his head. Tender fingers lovingly draw along it, sweet kisses along whatever area of skin she can reach, soft words of reassurance. She will not let that man continue thinking any part of him is even a little bit unattractive. She thinks that is hot as fuck...because of course she does. But it shows how much of a badass he was, how much of a true hero he was, and very much still is. She will not shut the hell up about it. .....

She's also a freak, and will straight up worship him. And to even further that point she'll pay so much attention to it oncw he lets her. She will gladly drag her tongue down along every path of it on her way down to his dick. She's a freak. The first time he's comfortable with his shit off entirely with her, she has to refrain from asking(begging) him to let her lick it....that refrain doesn't last long, but she tries her best.

When she asks, it's a borderline beg. It has been on her mind for so long, she needs to make him see how sexy being THE SYMBOL OF PEACE has made him....and again, she's just a freak. She will not let him forget the title he held for so long. The title he still holds in many peoples eyes. Her mouth will be on every last inch of his skin, her will be muttering about every last detail that drives her crazy. Will go on and on about how hot that scar is. She will oil him up and just stare at him like the art he is. She will cover him in her lipstick, tell him every little thing she likes about him, both physically and just in general. Her need to be a freak makes her use her damn words more.

She will make this freak of man short circuit <3

as soon as she gets to go ahead she is worshiping every inch of him. she will spend a portion of time just completely devoted to that giant fucking scar because it's very clear that it fucks with him and she needs to drill it into his head how incredibly sexy it is.

she's also just weird

All mights scar will be one of her favorite areas to drag her tongue along. It just it's visually so interesting so I could have only imagined how that would feel under your tongue you know like the the depth differences the texture differences she will be exploring all of them constantly if she is not trailing it with her tongue She is trailing it with kisses her mouth is on it as often as she can everything about it is just so alluring to her especially his reaction. seeing the symbol of FREAK so flustered at her devotion lights a fire in her. body worship is one of her favorite things to do with all of her partners and especially with Allmight

[trappedinacomputer]

Don't worry guys, tonight Bad will work some ✨ magic ✨ with Cucurucho and get his discount

[vixenvtuber]

they called me crazy for being the voice actor who publicly shipped ribbun... but now you all can see the vision. THIS IS TRUE RIBBUN

Nothing says personal purgatory more than a playground level situationship between two grown ass adults who are both socially inept in their own ways, both dislike each other on a fundamental level & refuse to stop using each other as means of dissociation.

Both of them wanted to fucking kill themselves after their coping mechanisms stopped working for a whole day. They lowkey both take it out on the other when nothing else is in their control. Jax is an ass obout it and Gangle simultaniously minds alot but also doesn't.

[eddiegayass]

Greatest day on twitter since the billionaire sub

[hy4c1nthh]

whatever the hell teru's got goin on needs to STOP

dont you "♡" akane there don't you do that you know what you did

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[mischievous-thunder]

What's their relationship like?

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[userarmand]

loumand + performative intimacy