#“what would a lion do in this exact scenario?”

[bottombaron]

whenever i think abt writing Nandor and i get going thru a series of sequences of him behaving like a well-adjusted, caring, adult i have to stop myself, backspace several mental paragraphs and remember that he's basically a semi-captive lion being observed in a nature documentary and he functions on 92% Id

[cvlutos]

“No Nut November” Pt.3

| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |

NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader

| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3

♡ TREY CLOVER ♡

LOSER #ONE

Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.

Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.

“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”

♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡

LOSER #TWO

Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.

So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.

“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”

♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡

LOSER #THREE

Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.

He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)

“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”

♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡

WINNER #ONE

Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.

“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”

♡ ROOK HUNT ♡

LOSER #FOUR

We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.

So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.

“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”

♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡

INDEFINITE LOSER

Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.

His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.

“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”

♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡

WINNER #TWO

Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.

Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)

“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”

♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡

LOSER #SIX

Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.

Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)

“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”

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[11vr1]

Now hear me out here… Miles Earth 42 x F!Reader dancing Bachata🤭 Orrr something like they are at a party and a family friend decides to dance a rather romantic song with us so Miles gets jealous. So many different scenarios with Bachata and dancing I wouldn’t mind fluff either where like they dance in the living room or smth I just love Bachata and romantic dancing ♥️😊

-J

Eres Mía ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › Miles gets jealous and a nearly gets into a fight, so he makes it up to you by teaching you bachata.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › Request.

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, tooth rotting fluff, swearing, bad Spanish, jealousy, pet names, a tiny bit suggestive

P.S. › Thank you for this ask! I had so much fun. A nice change from the angst. <33

P.S.S. › I am now making a taglist!!! Lemme know if you wanna be on it. I also think I want to find mutuals and get more involved in the community…

When Miles asked Y/n to be his plus one, she almost couldn’t believe it. His delivery was cool and casual as if he didn’t invite her to a party with all of his family and closest family friends in attendance. They had become official a little over a month ago (though Miles swears it’s been longer), so the first family gathering was a big deal, a huge milestone most couples put off until much later. When she tried to explain to her boyfriend the significance of this event, he didn’t understand. “Don’t start stressin’. It’s jus’ my abuela’s birthday party,” she remembered him saying.

Abuela?

Abuela!

If his grandmother was anything like Rio Morales, Y/n would be walking into a lion’s den. Miles did nothing to placate her worries, making her do the exact thing he told her not to do: worry.

The weekend had arrived and so did the much anticipated birthday party. Y/n spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, choosing a tie front top with a cami underneath and satin skirt to combat the sweltering city heat. She double checked every angle in the mirror before leaving her apartment.

The corners of the gift envelope addressed in her elegant script were slightly bent from being clutched in her nervous hands all the way to Harlem. It was easy to find the building. Y/n simply followed the booming sound of music and laughter to the rooftop. The party was already in full swing. Half of New York showed up to celebrate Gloria Morales’ 70th birthday.

Y/n moved through the packed party-goers to the gift table, not seeing a single familiar face amongst them. She felt out of place. Does she introduce herself? Wait? Look for Miles? Certainly he wouldn’t leave her to brave his family alone. A tinge of panic settled in her stomach as she looked again.

“You lost, babygirl?” Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a strange voice beside her. The boy was taller than her and around her age or a little older. His feather duster of a mustache curved with his smirk as his leering eyes roved her head to toe slowly. Painfully slow.

She prickled, immediately raising her guard. “No, I’m just waiting for someone.” He glanced around, seeing everyone engrossed in their own conversations.

“I ain’ never seen you round here before. What’s your name?” Y/n hesitated to answer, but gave him a curt reply. “Thas cute. Real cute.” This was a party after all, the point was to mingle. And she didn’t want to seem rude. She had no idea who this guy was. He might’ve been a cousin, a family friend, someone who could easily say the wrong thing to the right person about her. “You know how to dance?” The night was starting to look very long.

Where was Miles?

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Miles was very late. On his way, but late. His mother has surely noticed his absence by now. Abuela was definitely asking about him. And Y/n…she was probably already there. He cursed himself underneath his mask. That last job was pushing it. There was no time to go home, change, and take the subway like he originally planned. Luckily, he knew a shortcut through the skyscrapers and shadows of New York.

The window of his abuela’s apartment squeaked as it slid open. Miles rushed to shed his Prowler persona in the guest bedroom and stuff the suit in his bag. In a second, he appeared to be a normal teenage boy despite the forming bruises. He prepared himself to face the wrath of his mother, grandmother, and girlfriend. What he was not prepared for was seeing Y/n about to be pulled to the dance floor by another guy. They were close. Too close for his liking.

Something burned inside Miles, one he was reluctant to identify—jealousy. Dare he say doubt? He was new to the boyfriend thing. Sometimes he said the wrong thing, silent at the wrong times. But he tried. Was Y/n already fed up? There was no denying she was gorgeous. She could pull any guy she wanted.

He stalked closer, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. “Oh, come on! I’m not asking you to marry me. Just one song.” The guy tugged at her again. Miles recognized him. Eric and his family were friends, though Miles only endured his presence when they were forced to be in the same place. They’d never gotten along, finding each other to be a nuisance and a relationship beyond neutrality unnecessary. But that little understanding might just end right here, this was not about to fly on his watch.

“I told you I don’t want to dance,” Y/n separated herself out of his grip. The sheer expression of disgust on her amused Miles. She found him as annoying as he did.

Eric made the mistake of reaching towards her again. He had the chance to back off and it sounded like he had been warned more than once. This was not about to fly. Miles decided it was time to interfere. He swiftly placed himself at Y/n’s side, his footsteps soundless, a skill learned from his…side hobby. “La escuchaste, cabrón. Retrocede.” Venom laced his tone, an unspoken threat at the tip of his tongue. The air turned to ice around the three of them. You heard her, cabrón. Back off.

The confidence drained from Eric’s face. He knew good and well Miles was not to be messed with. There were rumors about him and his penchant for beating anyone who pissed him off into the ground. “Ella es tu chica, Morales?” He stepped up to him in a vain attempt to mask how intimidated he really was. Miles moved Y/n behind him. She watched the standoff silently, keeping a hand on Miles’ bicep in case it went south. She’s your girl, Morales?

Miles tilted his head, sneering down at the posturing fool. “Sí, ella es mía. Ahora déjala.” Yeah, she’s mine. Now leave her alone.

“No estaba tratando de hacer nada,” Eric scoffed. He turned his attention back to the pretty girl hidden behind Miles. “If you get tired of this asshole, come find me.” I wasn’t trying to do nothing.

Miles lunged, thankfully, with some supernatural girlfriend sense, Y/n was quicker and held him back. Eric flinched, his fear visible for that split second. Heads turned. “You need to calm down, Miles.” Her hand made its way into his, gently pulling him away. He backed away, never breaking his cold glare from Eric.

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Together they left the party. Miles muttered curses in Spanish Y/n couldn’t catch as he stomped down the stairs. “Miles! Miles, baby, slow down!” She called his name again. “You not ‘bout to make me run after you in these shoes!” He stopped. His jaw was tight, eyebrows set low on his face, hands burrowed in his pockets to hide his balled up fists. Damn. Even seething he was gorgeous. “We talked about this. You gotta talk to me.”

He was silent for a few moments, he merely stared down at Y/n as she wrapped her arms around his middle. His heart pounded in his chest. (It was because of her. Miles refused to admit those lustrous eyes and her touch still had such an effect on him) “Ian like seein’ you wit him. Shit pissed me off. For a minute I thought…” She fixed his collar, avoiding his gaze to keep herself from smiling. “Nothin’.” Miles was jealous and willing to protect her by any means necessary.

Y/n heard the words left unspoken. Miles was a fortress locked up tight to keep the outside world out. But behind his many walls he was a boy with feelings and insecurities. “Miles, I’d never do that. I like you too much.”

“Yeah, I know, ma. Sorry for gettin’ all upset.”

“‘S fine. That’s not what I’m mad about.” She eyed the fresh bruises coloring his cheek and temple. “Where were you?” At this point, she was more concerned than angry. Miles wasn’t inclined to long conversations, but he was decent enough to send her a text. Although dry and vague it was something. Y/n would take what she could get.

Miles stiffened in her embrace. “I had to take care of some stuff. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Lemme make it up to you.”

“You owe me a dance.” Prying it out of him would get her nowhere. She decided to let it go. Just this once.

“A dance?” he asked. She grinned, happy to catch him off guard for once.

Y/n nodded. “Mrs. Morales told me you’re a wonderful dancer. Don’t be holdin’ out on me.”

His sigh was long and deep, directed towards the ceiling of the narrow hallway. Miles was in no place to refuse. He took her hand and started walking. “Alright, but we not goin’ to the roof.”

He led her to his grandma’s apartment. It was sizable and definitely decorated by an elderly woman. Y/n admired the photos sitting on the mantle. There was Rio and Jefferson Davis, dressed in white for their wedding day. She paused on a picture of an infant covered in paint, smiling from ear to ear with two teeth. She awed at Miles. He was so cute, so carefree without the shadows of the world dragging behind him.

“Ven aquí, mami.” He stood in the middle of the living room, hands outstretched, a song playing behind him from his phone. She peeked at the song as they joined hands. Come here, mami.

“Eres Mía” by Romeo Santos.

The song was unfamiliar to her. “What? You thought you was gonna to twerk and grind on me?” His low chuckle sent shivers through her. She didn’t answer. “Nah. We gon dance for real. Bachata.”

“Wait, Miles. I don’t how to—”

“Imma teach you. Two steps to the music. Thas all it is,” he showed her. Y/n mimicked him, each step hesitant and unsure, but Miles was encouraging and a surprisingly good teacher. “See? Easy.”

He raised his arms to spin her around and brought her closer. Y/n faltered. “Aye, come on, mami. I know you can move your hips better than that.” He repositioned, hands at her back and waist, his thigh between her legs, ruffling her skirt. Miles guided her across the floor, his fingers wandering to the trim of her cami, drawing a distracting trail of heat on her bare skin. Her own hands found their way to his nape, brushing his twin braids as they swayed to the beat. Soon she found her rhythm.

“There you go,” he praised, rolling his hips into hers. She followed. Her body trusted him. She trusted him wholeheartedly and fell into his lead.

They rocked together in silence, the song having long since ended. Miles nestled in the crook of her neck to breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume. “Thank you for helping me. I should have said so earlier,” Y/n said from above him.

“It’s my job, princesa.” Miles left the softness of her neck. “Eres mía.” You are mine. Y/n blinked while he returned to her warmth. She hoped he didn’t feel the way her temperature rose.

In three short months he made a place for himself in her life. He was the most unexpected surprise. She had a list of the ideal boyfriend and Miles Morales didn’t check off a single one. Yet everything never felt more perfect than in his arms, dancing to the distant sirens and traffic.

His phone buzzed from the end table. “Is that your mom?” He shrugged in response. “We should go.” Y/n suggested, but Miles’ grip only tightened.

“One more minute. They can wait.”

[thesunshineriptide]

it's cookie Anon and I feel...terrible. But anyway -that one Loki meme-. Please can I ask for a Scenario with Leona and Rook (I love those assholes), where fem MC was in an abusive relationship before being transported, it was more verbal abuse than anything else. Please make Mc have chubby features. Thanks for your attention and here your daily cookies!🤲🏽🍪

Hi cookie anon, glad to see you back

I have good news and bad news

The good news is that I’ve been in that exact situation and I know how it feels. If that’s something you’ve gone through, I promise you’re not alone, it wasn’t your fault, and I will gladly punch someone in the face for you

The bad news is that this particular request, as requested, is fairly triggering for me.

Don’t worry, though, I won’t leave you without some content, it’ll just be a little different and pretty short. Enjoy “beating the shit out of your bully with your boys” time! :)

Class Fight

Characters: Rook Hunt, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto (briefly), original male character, reader

Cw// brutal violence, blood, fatphobic comments, bullying, swearing, fighting, mild body horror, damaged teeth, biting

You staggered back, wiping your bloody nose with the back of your sleeve while you locked eyes with him.

The ‘he’ in question was a jackass from Diasomnia named Lance Pratt, bully extraordinaire that managed to piss you off beyond reason.

In classical high school asshole bully fashion, Lance was prone to yelling comments like:

“You’d look prettier if you’d lose some weight.”

“You’d make great arm candy if you weren’t so fat.”

“Are you sure you should be eating that?”

And after one particularly exhausting day being Crowley’s errand boy (girl), and wrangling half the fucking student body into behaving, the very last thing you needed was some jackass making fatphobic comments and trying to neg you.

So you punched him.

And he punched back.

It was a truly brutal thing. He had tried to grab you and carry you off, only to be met with two fists aiming for his temples. He threw you down and you retaliated by kicking at his knees. He fell and you pulled at his hair, screaming the whole time. Every blow was met with a one of matching pride and power, and every time he let out a whimper or yelp, it was met with schadenfreude.

It’s hard to imagine the magicless prefect in a screaming, crying, hair pulling, biting, rough fucking fistfight, due to their gentle disposition. It’s even harder to imagine someone making fun of the way they look - who in their right mind would do that? Nearly every boy in school was drooling over those curves, nobody was stupid enough to tell them “you’re ugly” (what dumbass blatantly lies to someone he thinks is hot?)

Regardless, this was the situation that garnered the attention of everyone nearby. Student, teacher, staff, ghost, dorm head and vice dorm head alike. Everyone stool, dumbfounded or cheering at the spectacle before them. As a crowd gathered around you two while you exchanged blows, you were interrupted by a lion’s roar.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Leona hissed, stepping into the circle and positioning himself between you and Lance.

Soon, another body entered the arena, standing at your opposite side.

A cream white handkerchief was in your vision, now, and a soothing voice added, “Clean your nose, trickster. We can deal with this.”

Leona glared at Rook, then at Lance, then glanced back to you. “What did he do?”

“He’s been making…comments. For about the past month. I…”

Leona held up one hand, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he cut you off, “Then the creep’s right. We’ve got this from here. Just enjoy the show.” He winked, then nodded his head toward Lance, who looked ready to piss himself as Leona and Rook turned to him with matching menacing smiles.

Lance began to run, but one weak little jock can’t outrun a lion.

The two gave chase, and the group chased them in turn while you stood at the edge of the hall.

In the near perfect silence you wiped away the blood on your face, eyes trailing to the bruises blooming on your knuckles and forearms. You wondered what your face must look like. Probably black and blue, if your other bruises were an indicator. The silence was broken by the clicking of dress shoes approaching on the tile.

“My, my. I wasn’t expecting this.” Azul said, strolling up beside you, “I’d heard there was a fight, I hadn’t expected you. Are you alright, Prefect?”

You sniffled and looked away, face hidden behind your hair as you stared down at the bloodied handkerchief Rook lent you in your hands.

He took a worried look over you, then took the handkerchief and wiped away the last trickle of blood from your nose. “Come, now, prefect. You wouldn’t want to miss the show. Rook and Leona notoriously hate each other, and they’re working together just for you.”

You and the shady businessman walked down the hall, Azul worriedly hovering his hands near you in case you stumbled (you did, Lance kicked your ankle hard and it hurt like hell). As you rejoined the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Leona, ripping up Lance’s uniform, while Rook smacked the shit out of him.

Your eyes went wide as Leona bit down on the boy’s forearm, blood staining both of their skin, as well as Leona’s shirt and teeth.

Rook wound back on his haunches before swinging a right hook across his body, landing directly against the bully’s jaw. There was a crack and a meaty grunt followed by a scream, and blood began to spew form his mouth. He had evidently bit through his tongue and cracked his teeth in one go.

Everyone was cheering, more so because there was something interesting going on than for your revenge. But that didn’t matter.

For once, it felt like Night Raven College was safe. Not for Lance, of course, but for you. If you had told them sooner, they would have done the same. If you had hit him sooner, the same thing could have happened.

Every dorm and vice dorm leader would have your back. But what meant it most was Leona. The normally lethargic lion had bared his fangs in defense of you, at little more than a word as to what happened, and was currently ripping this guy to sheds.

You had never seen him nor Rook so focused, and it took a few more moments until someone attempted to pull them off Lance. Apparently he had been knocked unconscious some time ago.

As Leona and Rook were frog marched off to Crowley’s office and Lance was dragged off to the infirmary, Leona turned to give you a wink and a smirk. When Leona turned back, Rook threw a glance over his shoulder at you with a bright smile and blew a kiss.

No, nobody would be fucking with you again. The whole school got that notice by the end of the day.

[wisteria-lodge]

burnt lion primary (badger model) + snake secondary? (bird model) (badger performance)

Intro

Hi! First of all, I want to thank you for your numerous indispensable contributions to the SHC system. I really appreciate and admire your work here, and would love to have your insight on my own sorting, because I’ve been struggling with it (if you have the time and energy, of course :) ).

For my primary, I have considered everything: first I thought Bird

… I mean, you did include section headings in your submission.

then Badger for a long time, then I briefly considered Snake and then a thing happened in my life that I’ll explain later and that made me reconsider Loyalism as a whole, so I took the test and it gave me Lion. So, basically, I have no idea.

For my secondary, the only thing I know for certain is that it’s not Lion (or at least I don’t think so) and that there’s Bird somewhere, either as a model, a performance, or as my actual secondary. Other than that, there’s evidence for both Snake and Badger, so I’m lost.

Also, I just want to start by saying that English is not my first language, so if some parts of this sound kind of wonky, that’s why. Oh, and I’ll be using some of the questions you posted recently as a “SortMe submissions wish list”.

So far, your English is wonderful. :)

Basic information

To start, I think I need to clarify that I’m a huge perfectionist. I constantly feel like I have to be perfect all the time, and struggle with being vulnerable

I will say - I don’t think these things (while they do show up a lot) are tied to any particular sorting. They’re symptoms, and they can come from a lot of different places. 

and also struggle with showing “unclean” emotions (such as rage, sadness or fear) and accepting failure as a result. 

Okay, interesting. So this is either a rejection of Lion… perhaps by an intense Bird or Badger primary… or a Burned Lion that doesn’t trust itself. But Lion is going to be involved somewhere. 

It’s also quite important to me to be liked (or, at the very least, not disliked) by everyone I interact with, so I try to be polite and go out of my way to be nice and do people favors. This is probably important to understand a lot of the rest of this text.

This is sounding very Badger. And there’s some Badger secondary presentation, but the focus on ‘help the group’ is very Badger primary. 

I’m also very big on doing things fairly. 

Another classic Badger primary hallmark. 

I almost never cheat, and when I do, it’s always in situations where cheating does not give me an unfair advantage, basically if everyone else is / can easily be cheating in the exact same way and it’s not a true competition anyways (such as if an exam gets leaked to the whole class the day before we take it). In almost every other scenario, I always play by the rules, both because I value fairness a lot 

Still sounding very Badger primary. I like how your example of an acceptable cheating scenario is “if the whole group cheats, then obviously it’s fine.” :) 

and because I’m arrogant enough to believe I can get to wherever I want to get without cheating. 

Hm. ‘Arrogant’ is a very negative word, kind of out of nowhere. I’ll keep an eye on it, but it’s also possible you meant ‘confident.’ 

In cases where life “makes me” cheat (such as if a professor giving me a higher grade than I deserve on the exam because I’m a good student), it feels dirty and unfair, and I don’t like it (even if I’m generally pragmatic enough to take the grade because I want to keep my average up).

I wonder if this is a conflict between your primary and your secondary. Like for example, maybe a Badger primary who says “this is unfair” and a Snake primary who says “hey, things worked out in my favor, what’s wrong with that?”

Finally, freedom and autonomy are the most important values to me. My worst nightmare would be to have to physically depend on another person in order to survive. 

… I mean, I think that’s a human thing. There’s a reason ‘teeth falling out’ is one of the classic nightmares. I could see basically every primary (and secondary) being freaked out by this, for different reasons. But “Autonomy and Freedom” is the Lion primary Thing.

I like knowing that I can do things on my own, and making my own decisions is capital to me. I choose where to be, I choose who to love, etc. If I didn’t choose something myself, then I don’t want it, even if it’s beneficial to me (for instance, I would hate it if someone were to pick me up at the airport after I told them not to, even if getting home by myself would take way longer).

Oh I am so on board with this. The INTENSE ‘oh hell no’ of someone SURPRISING you by picking you up at the airport.

But I’m starting to think… a major disconnect between Badger and Lion primaries is that Badgers *will* surprise you with extra help, which will feel like coddling, control, or distrust to a Lion. So I wonder if that might not be the case for you. A Burned Lion who modeled Badger until recently… or maybe a Lion with very Badger-looking values who until recently *thought* they were a Badger? A Badger paired with a Lion (or otherwise very independent) secondary? 

Me as a kid

I was the kind of kid who always got the best grades in the whole class but was a bit socially awkward and just really shy. I liked being regarded as “the smart one” and always tried to live up to that expectation of knowing things. I loved storytelling and playing make-believe, and was really good at making up fantasy scenarios or cool horror stories on the spot, and loved being able to share that with other kids and being that person in the group. I was also kind of a compulsive liar, to be honest.

Interesting. Leaning me in the direction of an Improvisational secondary, who likes being the “smart one” - which probably lead into you building a Bird secondary model. 

Low-stakes story about solving a problem

In Dragon Age: Inquisition, the premise is that you’re the leader of an organization tasked with defeating a genocidal maniac with delusions of godhood. Your organization is new, and therefore kinda weak, and you’re trying to make it into something big. For that, you have the help of various friends an allies, one of which is a warrior named Blackwall. At some point, you [SPOILERS] find out that Blackwall has been lying to you, and is in a fact a criminal on the run from the law for murder. He finds out one of his former friends is going to be hanged in his stead, so he turns himself in, and is set to be executed. With your political ties, you can get him out of jail and “judge” him yourself, or otherwise he gets killed [END SPOILERS].

We love a good Valjean moment, or a… main character from Tale of Two Cities moment.

This decision was really hard to make for me, because on the one hand he was my friend an I really cared about him (and also needed him in my team for practical reasons), but on the other hand, using my power to go against the law, particularly in a case where the law is being applied fairly, felt wrong. It felt like abusing my power, which made me feel dirty, and like something that would make both me and my organization look (and technically be) corrupt, which felt selfish and wrong. In the end I went with the pragmatic gaming decision of not sacrificing my only tank, but if it were real life I really don’t think I would have saved Blackwall, even if I would have felt terrible about not saving a friend when I could have.

Hmm. You’re really taking into account that you’re building an organization here, and the decisions you make now will effect the kind of organization it turns out to be… and THAT is worth sacrificing this guy for. And that, I think. Is more of a Badger primary answer. 

Although this is the second time you’ve brought up a “practicality” that you’re kind of guilty about. You think you ought not to take the higher grade... but it’s practical, and so you do. Even here, even though it’s a game and you think you would have acted differently in real life... I can’t help but notice that you actually did save him. For practical reasons. 

My fantasies

A lot of my fantasies relate to being loved, I suppose. I have friends, even good friends who I love and who love me back, but I don’t really have deep ride-or-die connections, and I’m terrible about showing actual vulnerability. I’ve never been in love (or had someone be in love with me) and I’m not sure I’m capable of either (in a “not emotionally equipped for this” way, not in an aromantic way, or at least I don’t think).

Love is funny. The ancient greeks knew what they were talking about, when they compared it to being hit by an arrow. 

So when you look at my wild fantasies, you get a lot of typical adventure stories where I get to help a lot of people and make the world a better place due to skills or powers that I definitely don’t have in real life while also having many friends (and the occasional romantic partner) who love me kind of unconditionally (I say kind of because I don’t believe in unconditional love, and also because in the fantasy I obviously don’t have many of the flaws that I have in real life). 

I promise you, people love you when you’re flawed. People love you because you’re flawed. Think of the people you love, or your favorite characters. Perfection is cold, and inhuman, and static. Leonard Cohen is one of my favorite songwriters, and I think he knows what the hell he’s talking about when he talks about love. And he says - “there is a crack, a crack in everything/that's how the light gets in.” 

And like... you can love someone unconditionally. But you cannot live with someone, unconditionally. That’s where the practicality comes in. 

I guess a big part of the fantasy is having a community of people who know me, who love me and to whom I matter both because of my actual skills and what I can bring to the table (like, I’m someone worth respecting and even admiring) and because of my actual personhood.

In short, I think my ultimate fantasy is being part of a heroic found family.

So this is a fantasy about community. The focus here is not on a romantic partner, or a ride-or-die friend, it’s all about group and found family. That’s a very Badger primary fantasy. But it’s also a fantasy about being *known.* And while that’s IS human thing that kind of identity angst... tends to hit idealists especially hard. 

Family dynamics

I’m pretty sure my father is a Double Bird. During his life, he has tried many different ideologies and “codes”, but ended up discarding them once he discovered parts of them that didn’t really work. Nowadays, he’s a pretty open-minded and curious man who always tried to foster my own intellectual curiosity (he literally bought me an Encyclopaedia when I was seven. I loved it).

On the secondary side, it’s a running gag in my family that he has a literal tool for everything (belt too big for you? He has a thingy that can punch holes into leather. Dirty car headlights? He has a product for that that he’s never used before today, but it’s still there). He’s also the kind of person who could hold a conversation about anything because he has baseline knowledge of almost every subject.

My guess is this is where your Bird secondary model comes from ( it’s possible you’ve got a Rapid-fire bird secondary that looks improvisational... but I’m leaning model. I honestly think that in such a Bird secondary environment, if you were actually just a Bird secondary... you’d feel a lot more comfortable problem solving than you do.) 

He’s also someone really chill who almost never gets worked up. The good part of this is that he’s a calming presence and someone you can always joke around. The bad part is that it’s hard to have deep emotional conversations with him, and that he’s non-confrontational to the point of never standing up for anyone and opting to tell people what they want to hear instead of what he actually thinks.

As for my mother, I have no idea what her primary is, but I’m pretty sure she’s a Lion Secondary with some sort of Badger Model. She’s very tough, larger-than-life, impulsive and perfectionistic. Hard work is (or used to be, anyway) almost a religion for her (mostly because she grew up seeing her own mother working her ass off to keep the family afloat while her father was kind of a lazy bum) and she always tried to make sure that I would never be lazy. When I was a kid I remember her always telling me that I could be whatever I wanted, as long as I was the best / worked really really hard for it. That kind of messed me up lmao. She’s also this really honest and sort of blunt person; she may be tough in her criticisms, but if she praises you, you know you deserve it.

To be fair, she is also an incredibly loving and inspiring woman who always tried her damndest to be a good mother, even if she wasn’t the best at it and was also dealing with really tough mental health issues for most of my childhood. She’s an inspiration for me in her toughness and ability to keep fighting no matter the odds. 

And her flaws make her lovable and human, right?

But here’s what I’m hearing. You’ve got a very intense mom who has a way of saying ‘this way is the way it has to be.” She just also seems to have... really committed to Badger, and maybe that’s coming from a primary or a secondary model, but the culture in your house sounds Badger. And your Dad is chill, and a Double Bird who built his system around that, so it works for him okay. But reading between the lines... (and also with an aside like “that kind of messed me up”) ... it works a lot less well for you. 

My current feeling that fits all the facts is that you’re a Burned Lion primary, with a *really* loud Badger model. Because here’s the thing... your angst is not the Badger angst of vanishing, having no boundaries, working yourself into the ground. It’s the Lion angst of being disconnected from your emotions... and not being okay with that. You talk multiple times about your struggles with being “vulnerable,” your struggle with showing “unclean” emotions, you get pretty fiery about making your own decisions - even if the other person is trying to help, even if they are helping, and now that I know you have this intensely Badger mom, that makes a lot of sense. “Selfish” and “arrogant” are two words Badgers often use to describe Lions, and they’re words you use to describe yourself. 

And well, you do talk about the extreme importance of freedom, autonomy, personal choice “I didn’t choose something myself, then I don’t want it, even if it’s beneficial.” I think you’re a Lion.

An anecdote

The “probably-not-a-loyalist-after-this” event I alluded to earlier happened after a string of thefts in my college. Essentially, there’s this guy in my class who is kind of “weird” (and by that I mean probably neurodivergent and not all that friendly, which means he’s not really liked by most people). Since he’s often seen pacing in random places and he’s “weird”, people began to suspect *him* of the thefts.

This enraged me a fair amount, and when an accusation was made in my program’s group chat (about 15 people total who I want to like me because we are going to spend a lot of time together these next few years), I snapped. I was upset and disappointed people who were studying Law of all things would make such baseless accusations. I wrote out this whole rant chewing them out, which I sent after toning it down a bit so as not to seem too preachy.

Boom. There it is. You don’t know this guy, but you care about what he *represents.* Heck you’re studying Law, this is what you DO. Protect the the weird, the unfriendly, uncharming... but harmless. That’s what you’re FOR. No wonder you snapped, and went against an entire community that you were part of. 

This was an action that in retrospect was kind of puzzling, as I’m usually much less confrontational than that. From a logical standpoint, it makes no sense to defend someone I’m not even friends with and who wasn’t even in the group chat, especially when that could make the actual people in the group chat dislike me for being a wet blanket goodie-two-shoes or something.  I know why I did it: I was furious because they were objectively being assholes, and also I related to the guy because I used to be kind of weird as a kid and at some point even got baselessly accused of theft. But it still felt weird in a “yes, this may be the person I want to be but not necessarily the person I’ve been in the past” way. But it felt good, righteous even; in a way, I made myself proud. I don’t know if this is relevant, but yeah.

Couldn’t be more relevant. Sometimes a Lion primary hits you like that, and it feels *good.* And it’s necessary. 

Goodbye

I would like to thank you one last time for taking the time to read this very long submission, and sorting me. I understand that you have a lot of these and that you also work full-time and have a private life, and it really does mean a lot to me that you would put in the effort to help other people in the SHC community like this. Truly, I thank you.

(Also, sorry for the length of this submission, I’m known to be overly verbose in writing lmao).

I wish I couldn’t have been more helpful with your secondary. I suspect Improvisational secondary, Bird model... and of the two... hm. On one hand, if you’re a Lion that would explain why you sort of seem to *get* your mother. But on the other hand... Lion secondaries don’t really focus on /practicality./ And you do, and that’s more a Snake thing. You also seem perfectly happy performing politeness... I don’t have much to go on, but I guess I’m picking Snake secondary as the most likely

[vacantgodling]

How do you come up with names for tcol? Especially the magic names and place names.

oo thank you for asking—this is kind of a loaded ask so i’ll break it up into a couple of sections! beware rambles ahead:

MAGIC NAMES

so, a lot of the names in tcol when i initially created this wip (i was very young when tcol first started brewing into being lol) were actually based off of latin, with me changing or adding a few letters around or taking two words and smashing them together.

TENOM for instance—the initial phrase that i used in latin was “tenebrae obumbrata” which means “shadowed by darkness” which is a pretty good description of the magic itself. then i mashed the two words together: TENebrae and ObuMbrata became ten-om for short. CANTATIO is actually a direct latin word which means singing, though i use it to describe all music magic in this world. VIS means “you want” or “to want” (and the two letters vi by themselves mean “force”) so i took that kind of concept of “wanting” and “force” and applying it to the idea that this magic is only limited by the user themself. and so on. some other magics i don’t really remember their exact origins (such as muram but yknow).

PLACE NAMES

place names are more varied in how i come up with them; some of them are inspired by latin yet some of them are actually inspired by the history of the world itself (terrae—which is also latin lmao), or their existence in the world/what their purpose for being formed was, or they’re literally from random word generators to sound more “interesting.” some examples:

EASTHOLLOW, or the guild city, is named for the fact that it is located near The Great Eastern Sea (which, in an iceland/greenland scenario is not actually east 💀) and “hollow” because there are very few permanent structures that exist within. this is because the inhabitants of the city are constantly changing due to many only being present for guild examinations and to get chosen (hopefully) in the guild bid. so the city especially when not in peak season is/feels hollow.

WISH OF PALANTHIA is a made up word, though i’ve decided that Palanthia is the personification of the spirit of hope in terrae and the name of the goddess MUINENS’s shield. the city was created for treaty negotiations after the first and only terranean civil war between the lathsburians and the aegeans and essentially means “wish for hope” or “promise of hope”. the city is also a somewhat grim promise; the elder of the sister creator goddesses IISIDIA made it very clear that if terraneans ever went to war against each other again she would destroy the entire world period. so the city exists also as a reminder to not piss her off 💀

and speaking of lathsburians the city of LATHSBURY is named for a specific reason as well. LATHSBURY is named for the first guardian of terrae, Lath of Argos and the sacrifice he made in order to create The Labyrinth itself. his courage and valor in the face of death itself for the betterment of terrae as a whole is what the kingdom of lathsbury itself is founded on; thus using his name as their name. if you go further into the etymology of lath’s name, it also means “lion” or “straight like bamboo”, both of which describe how lathsburians view themselves; strong and unable to stop growing (like bamboo).

similarly the city of MARTHVEIL is named after a god (or god adjacent figure in lath’s place)—the god-venerated-from-mortality, MARTH who is the god of alchemy among other things. the “veil” part of the name comes from the fact that before being venerated MARTH (is) was a trans man yet his family at the time was against him pursuing science and what would eventually become alchemy and instead wanted him to become a bride. so he essentially threw away his veil of being a bride to pursue science, so the city is named for that.

and so on!

those are just a few examples off the top of my head but i really care about word and name etymology and at the end of the day i really want tcol to feel lived in, yknow? i take the same care with actual character names as well but since you asked about places/magic i wanted to focus on those instead!

[specialinterestshows]

11-17 for the ask meme 🤭

Me, receiving this in my inbox IMMEDIATELY after I reblogged it from myself:

Now to the answers:

11. Pick a song for each member that isn’t their entrance theme.

Rhea:

Finn:

Dom and Damian were so difficult, I looked through so much music. Maybe I’ll go back and find something for them later?

12. Favorite fics involving the group?

13. Have you ever been in the same stadium as the Judgement Day? What were the highlights for you?

Unfortunately I haven’t! With my disabilities and such, I don’t even know if I can be upright and out of the house for the amount of time it takes to go to, watch, and return from a show without seriously impacting my health.

14. Who in the group would you choose to be with you in a survival scenario? Why?

Rhea; she always has a plan, and she could easily carry me AND any needed supplies at the same time

15. Were they to have a redemption arc, which member would work best as a face, in your opinion?

Honestly, I can see Damian doing a “leaves Judgment Day, gets therapy, turns into the guy who stands up for anyone who gets jumped” storyline.

16. Boom! You are now a member of the Judgement Day. What is your entrance theme?

17. Favorite in-character quote from any of the members?

Oh I can’t remember the exact quote, but in one of Dom’s entrances/promos when he first joined, he said something like “Todo mi familia están celosos porque soy tan guapo y alto”

Mostly because it caught me off guard, but also: he does seem to be the tallest one in his family, but I think he might be the shortest in TJD 😂

[takalzuoom]

What were you thinking for octavinelle for the pirate!Au? Personally, I like the idea of throwing them in as yanders as it would make more sense why they bothered to kidnap the reader in the first place. Azul may be about money but I think him and the twins having observed the reader for some time and seeing an opportunity to drag them down into the ocean might be interesting. Of course it your au, I'm just throwing around ideas.

oh no cause i was actually thinking the exact same thing

great minds think alike anon 💪😎

also i’ve been WAITING for people to ask about octavinelle- call me biased but i love my bby azul 🖤

as i was thinking about the azul’s scenario for ‘captains reacting to reader getting kidnapped/escaping’ i was like ‘why would azul kidnap reader if it didn’t benefit him?’ and another ask ( i havent been able to get to yet- but trust me- ITS GOLD) suggested that azul and y/n had some childhood moments.

basically, they said that azul and y/n had a childhood friendship that riddle ruined. so when he heard that y/n was at sea, kidnapped by that mangy lion his eyes popped out of his glasses 👁👁

but as much as i’m drooling over this- i do also see azul hearing rumors about you and is planning on keeping you for money? or to get crewel to make a deal with him

or a bit of both. 😳

but i also think that azul had the twins take part in your daily life- let me explain.

like sometimes they would use their bodies to guide the ship (either with currents, surprise attacks, or just moving it in the dead of night cause they’re bored) to go more towards where the monstro is.

or just pulled pranks on you and the crew to- once again scare the shit out of you to get you closer to the octavinelle seas

and as i see it , it would take the twins a bit longer to be yandere (as azul had more time with childhood reader)

or if he isn’t a childhood friend of reader, then it would take him longer than the twins

but with either scenario azul (like riddle) has a little mental breakdown (like in the game when his master plan goes down the drain) and he’ll just 🐙💥💥

yandere giant octopus azul trying to get reader back 👀👀

[dzpenumbra]

11/7/22

First off: It's weird how for me it's now completely normal to hear giant kerplunk sounds like 10 feet away from me in pond the pitch dark at 5 AM while I'm smoking a bowl. I doubt it's a fish, I mean it's raining and it's basically dawn so it's possible it's a really big bass or something, but my money's on a muskrat or something. It was like two big kathunk sounds, and I'm just standing there like... "yep... welp... I mean at least it's not hunting me, I guess." Like... no adrenaline, nothing. I can tell it's not like... bear sized. Duh. I know about the size a rock would be to make that kind of sound, so it gives me a pretty good idea of what it could be, and fur/feathers do dull that sound a bit so you'd get a bigger size furry animal than rock for the same sound. That's what my front-brain tells my anxiety when I hear that. Triangulate location. Filter through local wildlife. Guess most likely culprits. Assess threat to self. Then I'm pretty much clear. I mean, no way it was a mountain lion or even a fox, honestly. So I could almost immediately relax, knowing that there was no real threat to me there. But I think most people would freak out. And that's kinda... I guess a fear/anxiety coping tip. Try to just get information, rather than leaving it up to your imagination. Then you can get a better idea of how to respond to the stimulus rather than just freak out and go worst-case scenario. Engage, observe, learn. Then adjust, adapt, improvise.

Second - and here's the flip side, I guess... I fucking hate how insecure I've gotten. I used to have a pink mohawk for fuck's sake. I used to play guitar on stage in silver spandex hot pants, as a fucking joke, not because I liked they way the looked on me like apparently people are doing now. Out of vanity rather than entertainment, it's weird to me. Wearing weird shit on stage was always like... it's entertainment for the audience. Like "why the fuck is the drummer wearing a wizard mask and a crop top t-shirt with a loaf of bread drawn on it? and why is he paying drums barefoot?" Like it adds another layer of theater to the show, makes it goofy, breaks the tension and brings an air of levity. Now it's like... super serious to be wearing outrageous costumes, and you shouldn't comment on them because it's really serious. It's like a dude wearing a muumuu on stage and you're suppose to go up and say "you look absolutely ravishing" when they were... on stage to entertain you? Like... am I making sense here? Like, I really don't think being on stage is supposed to be about everyone just kissing your ass, and giving you the exact feedback you demand or else you'll incite a mob with accusations of like... hate or something? It's a fucking weird mentality, I've seen it a few too many times, it's like... I think it's a narcissism thing. The concept of attracting an audience can attract a huge variety of people. The ones who use it as like... a place to feed or something? Like, I get it, you've gotta do it somewhere, but like... what gets me is the whole "tell me I'm pretty... or else". It's the "or else" that I have a problem with. You know? Bit of a tangent but yeah.

My point being, I used to be confident wearing goofy outfits on stage. Like I played a gig wearing a pink plush onesie with the name Latasha on it. I found it at the lost and found in the laundromat. I feel bad now, to be honest. I hope Latasha got a new onesie and wasn't too attached to it. But it got some good laughs, I definitely enjoyed it. And I would wear them specifically for the intention of being laughed at, for the entertainment of others. And I guess that was like... my way of acclimating myself to the judgement of others. Getting the worst case scenario over with so that the rest of life is smooth sailing. So I really didn't care too much about how people would judge me outside of that.

NOW, however... Now, when I get high and play with my cat - this is where I was coming from on the "Second - " part. I get insecure when I play with my cat when I'm high. Like I'm going to be awkward or something? It's fucking weird. I am acutely aware of her consciousness, her soul. And that I'm sharing the space with another experiencer of conscious thought. And immediately my brain just gets all fuckin bashful or something. It's so sudden and so powerful. And the worst part... I never used to get like this when I was high. Even as recent as like... 2019. For fuck's sake, I used to get high and play with my dog in the stream, and try to teach her to swim. I'd smoke by the stream/zen rock garden and do yoga and holotropic breathwork while she poked around in the ferns hunting for moles. No insecurity to be seen. Now I play with my cat and I like... get insecure? Like... fuck man, something obviously happened there.

Like... I've always been a bit insecure. And my whole getting insecure while high thing came out freshman year in college, and is always lurking in the darkness. But the whole getting super insecure every time I get high... that's a new one. And it's even extending to getting anxious about getting insecure when I'm high. So it's like... I'm afraid of being afraid that my cat thinks I'm acting weird or not normal. I'm seriously looking at this sentence and being like... "are you fucking serious, dude?" I swear, it's so hard to have positive self-talk when the most ridiculous shit comes out of my anxious brain sometimes. "You shouldn't post a YouTube video that you're really inspired to make because some 15 year old in Nebraska with an abusive father might give you a thumbs down and leave a comment that says 'loser'." Shit like that. I don't know why the fuck any of us let that part of our brain decide our future. I know so many creatives that let their anxious thoughts just grab the steering wheel of their life without even questioning it. "Yeah, I made a new album, it was a cool idea and all, I'm just like... I don't know, it's probably not good, I don't think people will like it. I can do better really. Yeah, I'm not gonna post it." Like... bro... challenge that for like one second. We all need to do it. Do the fuckin pond sound analysis thing with it. What will people think? "Ugh it's pretentious." "It's too chaotic." "I don't like it." "It's loud." "It doesn't make sense." "Who mixed this?" ...And? Can you live with those comments? Those personal opinions of others' taste and preference that they really didn't need to leave, they really could've just gone "I don't really like this" and then just gone to another artist on Soundcloud... Are you really going to just not post that entire album because one person decided they wanted to leave a review to say "it's not my favorite flavor of ice cream"? Fuck that, your work deserves better than that.

I think that creatives who can consistently overcome/push through this barrier are the ones that flourish.

And I'm getting insecure when I get high and play with my cat. And I'm going to laugh at that part of me for a little bit. And pat him on the head. And go, "hey bud, I know you've got a lot to be afraid of right now - like moving, and meeting a lot of new people, and wanting to make good impressions, confronting death and mortality, stuff like that - but... you don't have to be afraid of this". I can laugh at myself in a way that's reassuring, rather than punitive, like "what's wrong with me?!" I can take a bit of the work load off his shoulders by reassuring him that this phobia of alienating my cat because I'm high and acting weird... bro, I'm weird all the time. I was just sitting on the carpet with her for like 2 hours earlier, bumping her with my head and making weird noises at her, and I do this regularly. And singing Kiss from a Rose to her from the bathroom while mixing essential oils for the diffuser that I decided to fire up. I didn't get fucking insecure about that.

For real! I was full-on singing a 90's R+B pop song to her like 20 minutes before and I was totally fine. Once I got cannabis in my system, I went to play with a toy with her and I was just like... stage-fright feeling. That's so weird. I really can't put my finger on why.

It went away pretty quickly after confronting it, though. Like shining a light on it, not confronting it, I mean like... identifying it. Once I noticed it - noticing has been a really useful tool in general in mental health self-care, just being aware of what you do and how you think and learning to... notice... for lack of better words, observe your own behaviors and the cause-and-effect chains that lead you to those habits. Once I noticed it, it was like a plume of adrenaline (which often leads to a chain-reaction of panic, but now that I've gotten a bit more used to it, less so) and then a sorta chuckle at myself. So it's like I sorta looked down at the steering wheel and saw Insecurity's hand was on the wheel from the passenger seat, and I felt both the adrenaline of me realizing "I" wasn't controlling that thought, my subconscious was... and the adrenaline of the subconscious being noticed and observed. Of an anxious being, a chipmunk is a good one! One of my spirit animals, let's use him. A chipmunk being noticed, and just going still and adrenaline dumping a bit, likely a biological survival response to heighten sensory perception, reaction times and speed. To keep you alive. A prey response. So I got both the "surprise, you're not in control" shock to my ego. Which is not a fun moment for the ego, who is like... the embodiment of control. And mix it with the "prey being spotted" reflex from my subconscious mind. And that's a hell of a cocktail. That shit can go nuclear real quick when those two parts of the brain can't communicate clearly.

I'm really glad I've spent time trying to reconcile those. It's starting to get light, I got distracted noticing that.

I've kinda ranted on that long enough. It's a really interesting observation, and one that I'd normally be too ashamed to ever really talk about. Because it's stupid, and kinda childish. And I'm in my mid-30's. But man, once you actually crack the seal and start exploring it... I liken a lot of these to like... It's like turning on the floodlights in your back yard at night. It's just suddenly not so scary anymore. It's like pulling back the curtain on the Wizard of Oz. It takes a lot of work and training, discipline, to have the presence of mind to challenge those thoughts. And to endure the sensations without them just completely engulfing you, pulling you into the whirlpool of fear. And then it really takes faith, trust that, because changing these habits doesn't happen overnight. It's like building a regular habit of working out everyday or learning how to live without smoking cigarettes. It takes time and devotion, and you have to really fuckin want that life. I think it's the same thing with overcoming insecurities and anxious habits.

So this whole getting insecure when I'm high thing is going to be here for a bit. I've gotten used to it, and I need to keep practicing going outside of that comfort zone and being cool with it. Normalizing it.

So, in that respect, this exercise here... my cannabis experience this evening... has been highly productive. I avoided smoking earlier in the day because... I was worried I might freakout. Fear of fear, it's a really bad one. Fear of the unknown is super duper common, I know how to work with that one. Fear of fear is just... it's a real bitch. I struggle with it. The extra layer of detachment from the stimulus makes it much more camouflaged and harder to detect as silly and unnecessary. And it won earlier tonight. But my moment of confronting my stupid insecurity, which even as recently as like... a month ago could have resulted in a complete panic spiral freakout... was exactly what I needed to see. Subtle as it was. In my house, with my cat, that insecurity is the worst case scenario social anxiety-wise. My cat will judge me. I think I can handle that, cats are judgmental like... all the time. It's like a permanent setting for them. So... if that's the worst my panic brain can come up with? I'm golden next time I smoke. The worst case already happened, and it was like nothing. (No offense, Maxine, your feelings are important. Who am I kidding, she isn't going to read this, and even if she did, she doesn't even speak English.)

Maybe what the plant spirit was trying to tell me, which I'm aware of to an uncomfortable degree, is that there is a personality disconnect between me and my cat pretty often. It happens a lot. It's hard for me to empathize with a predator, and I don't thing she really has much of a capability or desire to do so with me. So I don't always know what she's thinking or expressing. A lot gets lost in translation. We talk a lot now, as much as we used to when she was very young. But she can't really articulate a lot. My dog was incredibly communicative, I guess I kinda got spoiled with that.

So I think the message here is... the insecurity is showing me something that I want that is absent. I want her to be happy and comfortable and I want to understand how she's feeling and what she needs. And I feel... I don't know, it's somewhere near shame but not really... self-conscious? powerless? something like that? as an indicator that I'm not aware of how I'm being perceived. I think that's it. Like I'm not understanding the feedback that I'm getting, and my panic brain starts barricading the windows like a hurricane is coming. Because being misunderstood, misinterpreted. When I have the best intentions and try so hard to act out of love and cultivate growth and beauty. To be canceled by a ravenous mob. That... That's a big bad scary one. That's one that keeps me up at night. Witch-hunters. Inquisitors. Fuck man, I'm getting shivers just thinking about the type.

I think this is what gets tapped into in my brain when I can't really read the feedback I'm getting. So my panic/anxiety fills in the rest of the info. And the fucked up thing is like... she's a cat. So front-brain might not be able to give back-brain the information he needs to turn off the alarms, because front-brain doesn't fully understand cat thought patterns. Especially when she's in hunt-mode and starts acting like a predatory fish or something. Or maybe it's a prey part of my brain reacting to an actively hunting predator just feet away from me? Maybe that's part of it? Like a biological programming instinct thing? I don't know.

But I've learned a lot about this tonight, through my own experiences and explorations. And now that I feel nice and calm and actually feel a nice sense of accomplishment and growth, I'm going to grab a granola bar so I don't wake up starving, read this back, and then post it and go to bed.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 150

Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magic Menagerie/A Christmas Carol

“Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magic Menagerie”

Plot Description: Sam confronts his fear of clowns when he and Dean investigate a children’s pizza chain that’s manifesting children’s worst (and deadliest) fears

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t know what my worst and deadliest fear is, so it’s up in the air

Working with Frank seems to be a real pain

Yeah I’d say octopuses are rare in….Kansas

…who’s afraid of unicorns??? Horses, sure. But UNICORNS??

Sam’s really fighting his demons…or…clowns. Kinda same difference.

Oh this place is a sensory nightmare

Man, that maintenance worker just told Sam to do the worst thing he could probably imagine: come back after close

Obviously?? Obviously unicorns are evil, Dean??

Nooooo, not the maintenance guyyyyyyy. K but what HAPPENED to him? Shark in the ball pit? He already had to clean up puke in there, whyyyyy

K yeah. Shark. Dean exasperated that Sam does not celebrate Shark Week

Hope that kid’s drawings don’t come to life. Giant robot with laser eyes?? Nope

Oh damn, Sammy’s not playing around any more

Is it the too eager ticket taker?? Is he partly the problem? It’s him or the other worker’s kid

Dean’s always so good with kids. Warms my heart

Omg Sam. Playing extremely bad cop here?

The guy in the lion costuuuuuuume 💀 asking a guy he thinks is a federal agent if he’s ever done shrooms in a ball pit. I’ll admit, doesn’t sound like a bad time

Yeah. The overeager overachieving prize counter worker. Of course it’s him. Oh. He got passed over for promotion…

Dean…I know this guy sucks but…you’re not gonna let him just drown on dry land, are you??

Awwwwwww, Sam got Dean that giant slinkyyyyyy, and in return, Dean got him a Plucky doll. Great job.

“A Christmas Carol”

Plot Description: Amy & Rory are trapped on a crashing space liner, and the only way the Doctor can rescue them is to save the soul of a lonely old miser. But is Kazran Sardick beyond redemption? And what is lurking in the fogs of Christmas Eve?

From a…purely…artistic standpoint, I am curious what the scenario Amy and Rory were, um, playing out in her cop kiss-o-gram uniform and his centurion uniform.

The chaos of Matt Smith’s Doctor is pretty unparalleled

In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before ❤️❤️

Watching the Doctor deduce what’s going on with Kazran and why he didn’t hit the young boy this soon after watching an episode of Sherlock reeeeeeeeeeeally is something. Steven Moffat did in fact write this one. It’s almost embarrassing how he has his two leads be this similar. Benedict would have delivered this in the EXACT SAME CADENCE

Omgggg I forgot he didn’t just bop around this guy’s timeline for funsies or to solves mystery. He DELIBERATELY DECIDED to A Christmas Carol him. Amazing

The Doctor? Universally? Recognized as a mature and responsible adult??

He just wanted to see the fishhhhhhhh. He was such a kind boy

(You ever regret a decision so badly?? That’s how I’m feeling RIGHT NOW about this whole rewatch, but I know it’s just because I’m exhausted and work was terrible this week)

The tragedy of how much fun they’re having vs how much time Abigail has left vs the fact that they don’t really know….

How do they not notice?? The Doctor noticed before. He saw the number, and he’s just living each Christmas Eve. How does he not see it now?

Oh…the change after he finds out how much time she has left. No no noooo

I can’t imagine WATCHING so much of my life be rewritten

It’s a good little twist that he brings little Kazran to see how he grows up as the ghost of Christmas future

[slurp-imagines]

I love your writing so much! I was wondering if I could request luffy, zoro and sanji headcanons about their s/o being kidnapped to be married?

thank you anon! <3 sorry this took a while, I hope this measures up to expectations. kind of imagined it as a WCI-esque scenario. very high stakes, very strong kidnappers etc.

When their s/o is kidnapped to be married: Luffy, Zoro, & Sanji

Monkey D. Luffy

↳ We kind of know already because of what happened to Sanji lol. But when it’s his s/o? It’s a new level of personal for him

↳ The way he would TEAR across the ocean for you. With Sanji, Luffy could be reasonably patient because he knew when the wedding was & that they’d make it in time. But in this case, there’s just a restlessness to him that he can’t shake. He wants you back, now. He wants you in his arms, now. He wants to see you safe and he wants to make things right– and he wants that now.

↳ But still, him wanting it obviously doesn't make it true. (Or not immediately anyway, lol.) So while they’re traveling to you, he's just weirdly solemn and stony... Sitting on the lion head and staring hard at the open ocean type of vibe. And sure, he does that often, but this tension isn't usually accompanying it. And needless to say, no one likes seeing him upset.

↳ The rest of the Strawhats probably end up taking turns trying to distract him. It works for a little bit at a time, too. He'll listen to Brook's music or go fishing with Usopp or enjoy the treats Sanji offers him. He'll enjoy himself and he'll enjoy being with his friends... Until he looks for you to join in on the fun, and then he remembers that you're gone.

↳ He doesn't like brooding, though. It's so upsetting and angering that you were taken, but he tries to channel it into action. He just can't wait to get at the crew that kidnapped you. He's literally raring and ready to go as soon as their ship is in sight. Probably flings himself over there the second someone says the ship is in sight

↳ LOTS and lots of hugs once y'all are finally reunited. He's grinning from ear to ear all day, he's so glad you're safe. He's glued to your side!

Roronoa Zoro

↳ It sets his blood boiling.

↳ Zoro is mentally kicking himself every second of the day until they get you back & even long after. He can’t stand the thought that he wasn’t there to protect you, or far worse, if he was there and failed to protect you from your kidnappers.

↳ He doesn’t feel restless like Luffy. It’s the exact opposite, really– Zoro is laser focused. All of his emotions go straight into training, into preparing for your rescue. He can’t have a second wasted. Chopper probably worries a lot that he's overworking himself, but Zoro is just. Relentless.

↳ He can't even speak once you're reunited. He can't do anything but hold you tightly against his chest for a long few moments, and just breathe until he feels his spirit settle. There was probably so much tension in his body that he didn't even realize he was holding this whole time, not until he finally has you with him again and he can spare a moment to feel relieved.

↳ When the two of you pull apart, he looks you up and down for injuries. Even if he doesn't see any, even if he dreads the answer, he still asks you if anyone has hurt you. Good luck to anyone who did. :)

↳ He usually isn't the type to dwell on the past, but this incident probably haunts him for a while. Not that he gets swept away by the memory of it, but it's something that he briefly recalls while he's training, or while he's up against a strong opponent. And the all-consuming dread of that moment where he learned you were taken, just washes over him anew, and recedes as quickly as it arrived. It always puts a new gust of wind in his sails, makes him push himself that much harder.

↳ He can't stand the thought that anything like this could happen again, and especially not because of his own weakness.

Sanji

↳ Outwardly, Sanji tries to keep a brave face, but privately, he’s horrified. The crew notices, but they're kind enough not to comment directly.

↳ "Don't worry. We're gonna get Y/N back." The crew tells him this so many times. Sometimes it calms him for a little while, particularly when it's Luffy or Robin saying it. Hell, even Zoro telling him so (in less-kind way) could make him believe it a little more. But he can't always help the nagging insecurity in him, the horrible "What if? What if, what if, what if" questions that plague his mind the entire time you're gone.

↳ He remembers all of his time when he was on Whole Cake Island and hopes to everything that you aren’t even half as miserable right now as he was back then. But he can't stop his imagination from running. Every single time, he thinks he's come up with the worst-case scenario. But soon enough he'll think up something even worse.

↳ Sanji tries really hard to distract himself. Training, cooking, organizing and re-organizing the pantry. Sometimes he can't keep his hands from shaking. Sometimes he just needs to stop what he's doing and pace the room, running his hands through his hair over and over. He goes through cigarettes faster than he ever has, and doesn't realize it until he looks into his last box and there's only one left. Which just stresses him out even more.

↳ But after all of that turmoil, he's surprisingly composed during the rescue. Not that he isn't angry; he's absolutely seething. But he's incredibly focused, his mind is on one track the entire time and that's getting you back. And once you're in his arms again– safe, battles over and done with– it's like all the strength just leaves his body at once. He'd literally collapse with you in his arms, shaking. He'd had so much raw fear pent up this whole time, the relief of finally being with you again is enormous.

[maybeoneday2121]

Crashing And Burning

Prohero Touya X Reader Part 1

So I wanted to make a AU with pro hero dabi, basically this AU has a lot of the current pro hero’s and I will add some villains but instead their on the path to be hero’s at UA, in these AU let’s just pretend that the characters I add our the same age so it makes sense. Basically in this AU dabi doesn’t have any of the trauma because his body was strong enough to handle his quirk 😌 and also the readers quirk is is basically the ability to call onto animals that she has gotten tattooed on her, Ihavent really come up with a name but yeah, I didn’t really proofread this so please ignore the mistakes.

“Watch it (Y/N)!”

“Touya Todoroki, would you stop yelling at me.”

“Then stop getting in my way.”

Rolling his eyes as he landed right down beside you.

“Then control those stupid useless flames of yours better.”

“Useless?”

Raising a eyebrow at you he looks at you unimpressed.

“Yes they are useless, how can you be a proper hero with them if all you do is burn shit.”

“I can fight villains better then you.”

“Your an asshole Touya.”

Simply not wanting to waste any more brain cells talking with the hotheaded hero you walked of to finish the task at hand. He threw his head back in frustration as he began to walk towards you.

Your goal was basically a different version of capture the flag. You were against your classmates, Hawks and Mirko.

You wanted to actually form a plan that would compliment your quirk and his, but no he wanted to just charge forward and take all the glory for himself, and you being you you weren’t going to let that happen. Since you were out against Mirko you knew that she was incredibly strong when it came down close combat, and so both of your quirks were suited for long distance you thought that she would most likely beat both of you, That left Hawks to scout and find your exact location which would not be hard for him.

So many different scenarios and plans we’re going through your mind, and Touya had grown bored and sat down on the ground waiting for you.

You were taken out of your mind as a sharp red feather swiftly wizzed right by your ear as Touya pulled you into him.

“Look at what we have here.”

Hawks smirked as he slowly floated down to you.

“What’s taking you guys so long, Its getting boring.”

The winged hero expressed in tired tone.

“(Y/n), leave him to me, find the flag.”

He demanded you as he sent daggers towards the bird.

You knew that you would be successful if you listened to him but something in the tone of his voiced annoyed you once again.

“Just so you know, I am only listening to you because it makes more sense, but if you ever boss me around like that I’ll make you regret it.”

You looked him dead in the eyes to show him how serious you were.

“Ok, jeez calm down,teamwork remember.”

“Yeah I remember.” Rolling your eyes as you went to search.

Activating your quirk you pulled your arm out and summoned the lion drawn on your inner forearm.

“Hiya, kiddo.”

He spoke with a deep yet soft growl.

“Hey, Peanut.”

You spoke to the lion that towered over you.

You told your companion what’s was going on and what you needed from him, as he lowered his body for you to get on. Peanut was faster then the average male lion making him a valuable animal in this situation. It didn’t take you long to find your other teams flag but Something made you uneasy as Mirko was no where to be seen.

“Where’s that rabbit?”

Speaking to yourself as you carefully slide off of peanut and grabbed the flag. Surveying the area you saw no sign of her. You eventually got back into peanut and slowly retreated the way you came.

Maybe they had the same kind of plan that you and Touya ended up doing in the end.

“Catch anything peanut?”

“Nothing.”

“This doesn’t make sense.”

Then you realized the stupid mistake you made, Touya was closer to the flag and hawks was most likely a distraction meaning that Mirko was probably close by and you just missed her.

“Shit.”

With that you urged peanut to book it to back to the two boys you left.

Your partner was getting his ass beat, in short. Hawks and Mirko were sending him back and forth like a pinball, Touya was not that great at close combat and he was paying the price the boy never even had a chance to use his flames as he received another punch and kick from Mirko and then red wings pushed him hard onto the ground.

“Oh, you’re back?”

“Hawks if you don’t shut up.”

“Well what kind of hero leaves her own teammate?”

He condescendingly spoke you you as he hovered just out of your reach.

The goal of the exercise was to get the flag and get to the safety with your team mate so you couldn’t leave Touya and head their on your own because the class was focusing on teamwork.

The birdbrain had your flag as well, so you quickly summoned the hawk and eagle that sat on your right shoulder. “Dakota, Dallas, can you keep him busy?”

You asked them as they flew out, “no problem they squawked out.

Every animal that you summoned was bigger, stronger, faster and smarter then the average animal, so basically that left Hawks to deal with two human sized birds.

“Have fun with them.”

You smiled as his focus went away from Touya leaving an opening for him to gain some advantage.

Touya quickly took his opening and used his flames to form a huge wall of flames, stoping Mirko from causing anymore pain for your partner.

You quickly jumped off of peanut and ran to him hoping that he wasn’t to hurt.

“Are you okay?”

You asked as you got closer to him.

“Just fine.”

He explained to you as you watched him with concern in your eyes.

“What’s making you switch up so fast, I thought that just 20 minutes you wanted to rip my head off.”

“This is just concern for a teammate nothing else, genius.”

Touya’s flames began to calm down a bit and suddenly the duo that your were fighting didn’t want to back down as Mirko jumped over the flames and hawks flew towards you guys at the same time, your birds were still on his tail.

“I think that’s our queue to run.”

Touya said as Peanut ran towards you.”

You both hopped onto the animal with your flag.

At this point it was a race towards the finish line considering that both of you had each other’s flags and you just need to see who would cross the line first.

“Come on, can this giant cat go any faster?”

“Ok if you want you can get off and see if your any faster then him.”

You liked at him with a challenging stare.

He didn’t say anything as he looks towards the front. In the end it was a tie. All four of you finished at the exact same time.

Your teacher told you four to have a seat and good job and wait for the rest of the students to finish. You sat down next to Mirko, you and her had grown really close over the time you were classmates.

“So how was working with him?”

She asked with you with a smirk knowing how much you hated the fire user.

“Do you really have to ask me that, it was annoying and frustrating.”

“Well at the end there you guys seemed in total sync.”

“That was only because we needed each other to win.”

“Anyway I got to give him a pretty good beating.”

She says with a sparkly in her eye.

“He’s definitely not that good at close combat, and he seems like he never wants to work on it either.”

You exclaim to her.

“Well you got through it so it can’t be as bad as you thought it would be.”

“No it wasn’t as bad, but we’ve been partners for the last three things, and I know what the teachers are doing but it’s not working.”

“Well if you think about it every time you work together, you two never seem to reach the potential you both obviously have, just maybe if you put aside the differences and actually work well together they might switch you up again.”

Mirko was completely right, you’ve thought about it more then once, but there was just something about him that made you lose your cool.

“I know your right, but I just don’t like him.”

You spoke as your eyes searched for the very man you were talking about. He was being terrorized by Hawks and Shigaraki.

He looked completely done with the two of them but he always seemed to tolerate them since if you found one the other two wouldn’t be to far away.

You continue to glare at him after you make eye contact with those deep cyan eyes.

He simply smirks and sends you a wink.

Your suddenly baffled, you knew his playboy tendencies after being around him for a long time but e never really did anything like that towards you.

Your eye twitches, as slowly turn away from him.

“Who does he think he is?”

You mumble out.

“(Y/N), ignore him

Bringing you back to her you continue to talking to your best friend.

[theepisceswriter]

JJK men based off songs in my sex playlist (Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Ijichi)

A/N: my poundtown post just hit 1K today, so I had to come through and deliver my JJK besties with some new content since I haven’t posted anything for them in a while. I hope you guys enjoy ! 💜

Synopsis: Sex songs I think go with the men of JJK + specific lyrics + a small Drabble based off of those lyrics, not using the lyrics as words, but scenarios kinda

TW: mature things obviously, long post bc each Drabble is 300 words+, roughness and degrading & public sex for Toji, mommy kink and teasing for Ijichi, 18+, MINORS DNI!

NANAMI: Dance For You by Beyoncé

Loving you is really all that's on my mind

And I can't help but to think about it day and night

I wanna make that body rock

Sit back and watch

Tonight I'm gonna dance for you

“Think of our bedroom as a strip club tonight.” Your hands traveled up the length of Nanami’s arms until you got up to his collar bones, using the elevated height the heels gave you to your advantage as you pushed him back into the clothed chair you had stolen from the living room, having thought this whole night out in advance to make sure Nanami left the bedroom the next morning for work beyond satisfied and rushing back home to you for round two. It’s what the man deserved after working as hard as he did all the time; a little stress reliever to make him forget about paperwork and the confinements of a work desk for once. 

“No touching. I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.” You ordered, earning no sign of protest from the blonde, as you made your way over to the speaker where the soft sensual melodies were ready to go and infiltrating the room as soon as you pressed play. With your face turned to the wall, you could only wish to see his initial reaction when you dropped your robe to reveal your lingerie clad body, the red of the lacy garments and matching garter complimenting your skin beautifully which was only accentuated by the dim lighting of the candles you had placed around the room.

You turned around just in time for you to catch Nanami shifting in the confines of the chair so he could manspread his legs out and it didn’t take long for your eyes to find out that the erection pressing against his work slacks was the reason why. Getting down on your knees, you crawled over to where he was situated in slow movements mimicking that of a lion or panther with your back arched as far as it could to give him a nice view of your ass. A thousand blinding suns couldn’t take his attention away from you. His glaring gaze you could feel on you despite his signature glasses covering his pupils. 

Your hands slid from his ankles up to his thighs, teasingly grazing at his erection with your breast making a small grunt fall from his lips, up until they were at his shoulders. Which you then used to prop yourself up on his lap with, testing the sorcerer's patience with each languid movement of your hips against his laps. It was barely a swirl and more of a ghosting feeling than an actual one, but my god was it still driving him crazy. And as if that wasn’t enough, your hands moved behind your back to unclip the decorative bra you had on and allow it to fall down your chest until your hardened nipples were exposed to his gazing eyes, discarding of it somewhere in the room as you threw it over his head.

“Come here.” He finally spoke up, broad hands grabbing ahold of your waist and moving you so your crotch was directly over his. He had enough of the teasing and dancing, he needed you right here right now. His hands roamed all over your body, even pausing at the meat of your ass to grope it momentarily, before his hands were trailing up your chest and stopping right at the hilt of your breast. Taking each of them into his large hands as he leaned forward in one swift movement to take one of your hard nubs into his mouth, gently biting down on it before soothing the burning sensation with his warm tongue. 

“Daddy hasn’t been taking care of you like he should of been lately, hm? I’m going to make up for the whole week tonight, babygirl. Fuck you soo good until you’re begging me to stop.”

GOJO: On the Way by Jhene Aiko

Got me squirtin', take off the sheets

I want you to see it

You're what this pussy needed

“Come on, I know that pretty pussy of yours has more to give to me.”

You could hear the teasing smirk in Gojo’s mocking words from above and if the tears pooling in your eyes with each painful overstimulating thrust of his fingers into your sore pussy mixed with the override of your senses from nearing your 3rd, possibly 4th, back to back orgasm, didn’t have your eyes so blurry then you would’ve looked up and saw the exact same image of the blue-eyed man you were envisioning. 

“I-I can’t Gojo, it’s too much,” But despite the whimpering and protests that left your lips the fast fucking of his slender fingers in your cunt don’t stop at all. At least not like you had hoped, the white haired individual pausing only to discharge a wad of spit on your clit to massage in with his rough thumb. Your poor pussy is too weak at this point to even clench at his fingers, but the picking up of your breathing and flushing of your cheeks is enough for him to know that you’re nearing the edge. 

His fingers covered and slippery with your slick curve up inside of you warranting a sob to rip from your lips. His three fingers that work the inside of you as good as his cock mixed with the gentle massaging of your clit is all too good to the point where it's mind-numbingly good. You don’t even have time to warn him of the warm feeling in the pits of your uterus getting really to flood out before your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you’re choking on any words that are trying to escape your lips. 

You can feel the warm clear liquid gushing out of you, the insides of your thighs soaking wet with the substance and the spongy noises that infiltrate your ears as Gojo works you down from your high and milk you of every last drop of your squirt. 

“Good fucking girl,” He praises you with a low growl, fingers finally slipping out of you for the first time in the last 30 minutes. “Are you finally ready for my cock now?”

IJICHI: Yeah, I Said It by Rihanna

Yeah, I said it, 

I want you to fuck me tied up 

The trace of your taste on the panties you had stuffed into Ijichi’s mouth has him salivating until it’s dripping down the sides of his mouth, wanting and eager to taste you and hoping that you’ll take some mercy on him and finally give in to what he wanted. His cock is red and sore from the cockring you placed around his balls, making sure he wouldn’t get any release even if you were generous enough to gift him with the warmth of your folds, but most importantly it was standing straight up at your attention; aching and waiting to see what your next move would be. It’s not like he had even an inch of dominance in his body to grab you and just take you, but even if he did he wouldn’t be able to because of the restraints you had placed around his wrists and ankles to tie him to the bed. The flesh around them red and sore from trying to do their best to wiggle out of their grip. 

He wanted you so bad to the point where it hurt him, but he also wanted to stay tied up waiting until you were ready to use him.

A quiet gasp tore itself from his lips when he felt the ghosting fingers of your soft fingertips dance upwards on his thighs and gently rub up against the ache that was his erection, allowing it to jerk in your direction as a reflex.

“My poor baby.” You finally spoke up with a hint of remorse, your words cooing softly. 

The dewy flushness of his cheeks from crying finally getting to you. Not to mention that you had finally reached your wits end and wanted him just as bad as he wanted you in this moment. Removing the underwear from his mouth you replaced them with your tongue and lips only for a couple of seconds before you were pulling away to say, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” Your lips trailed from the side of his mouth down to his chest until you were at his nipples, toying with the sensitive flesh with your tongue to fluster him even more.

“I need your pussy.” His voice is hoarse and choked up from finally being allowed to speak after so long. Words that he would usually find dirty and too embarrassing to speak out loud flying out of his lips like its nothing, cheeks flushed with pink after the realization. “I need you, mommy. I need you so bad.”

“Good boy.” You praise him as you take your straddling position on his lap. The simple task of you taking his cock in his hand to remove the cockring already having him ready to cum. Rubbing his red swollen tip along your folds to collect some of your wetness until you’re satisfied with the pleading whines that leave his lips and sink down on him until you’re at his hilt. 

“Mommy is going to give you exactly what you want like promised.”

TOJI: Anytime, Any Place by Janet Jackson

I don't wanna stop just because

People walking by are watching us

I don't give a damn what they think

I want you now

“Turn around.” Toji’s words were practically growled out at you as he grabbed ahold of your wrists and turned you around on his own accord against the grimy cold brick wall of the alley before you could even comply with his words. Too wanting and needing for the warm hug of your walls around his cock to wait for you on his own accord. It wasn’t his fault he was feening for you so badly to the point where he pulled you out of the hole in the wall club and had you pressed up against the rough brick wall adorning an alley that led to it. If it wasn’t for that tight skirt you knew he liked, the one that adorned your curves beautifully and showed off enough thigh that had his cock painfully hard the moment he saw you, then maybe the two of you could’ve had a normal night out as a couple, but alas you weren’t.

You could hear the rustling of the fabric holding Toji’s pants up come undone from behind you, the sound only making your thighs press together from excitement having been conditioned by that sound to know exactly what was coming next. His thick erection was pressing against the backside of your skirt in an instant, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he positioned himself directly behind you as close as close would let him. You teasingly wiggled your ass up against his throbbing cock which only egged him on more, the girth of his length slipping inside of you with ese before he could even fully crinkle your skirt up around your waist. The sudden intrusion had you biting your lip to hold back your moans, but that only warranted Toji to wedge his fingers between your jaws to force your mouth to stay open.

“I want them to hear every single moan and whine that comes from between those pretty lips of yours. Let them know that you’re getting fucked out in the public like the slut you are.” One hand came to your waist to press you back against him and give you no choice but to take every inch of his cock as he pounded into you ruthlessly like the two of you were in the confinement of your bedroom and not indeed in some random alley that anyone could come into any minute like the two of you had done. 

With his other free hand he grabbed at a large chunk of your hair and forcefully tugged your hair back until your eyes were met with his feral ones, tears brimming in your eyes from a mixture of pain and pleasure that always came with his actions and soon saliva began to drip down your chin from the way he was forcefully holding it open. You couldn’t talk and warn him of the two strangers looking at you two from further down in the alley even if you wanted too, but your eyes moving to their direction instead of him gave him a big enough hint.

“Let them stare,” He growled as the force of his thrusts made your hips hit against the wall, sure to leave a bruise, “Let them see how you let me fuck the shit out of you until you’re a blabbering fucking mess.”

[skiitter]

A prompt, my dear. Hermione and Draco + “who hurt you?”

Draco Malfoy was a lot of things, the majority of which were less than desirable to any sensible person, but one thing he was not was late. His punctuality was a point of pride, in a sea of arrogance no doubt, but Hermione had come to appreciate it over the course of their working relationship. It was something she could rely on, something immovable in an otherwise dangerously murky situation. He may needle her ceaselessly and leave her to do the lions share of the paperwork, but he was always there when he was expected, an effortless air of smugness clinging to him like bad cologne.

This Sunday, however; this unremarkable, overcast Sunday in late September he was late. It was the day after her 24th birthday as well as their final meeting. The report had been ostensibly completed, the field work essentially finished, and the conclusion inevitably drawn. After the better part of a year dedicating 1/3rd of every weekend to spending most of the day with Malfoy, Hermione's Sundays were about to become her own once more; a prospect she was not all that excited about.

Everytime the chirp of the bell above the door announced a new arrival, she would glance over, expecting to see a shock of platinum hair above a signature sneer and everytime, she was disappointed.

"Another tea, miss?" The waitress asked, her expression a perfect blend of professionalism and pity.

"No, no thank you." Hermione spared another look out the window, searching for him among the crowd. "Actually, I think I'm done here. Could I get the check?"

Bundled up against the autumn chill, Hermione paid and left the Cafe' and it's memories behind. It wasn't quite noon yet, and the streets were slowly filling with the townspeople emerging to go about their days. She smiled at a few passersby but was otherwise lost in her own thoughts as she made her way to the Apparition point.

Maybe Malfoy had just decided their final meeting wasn't all that important. To be fair it was more of a formality than anything else. His decision to not show would have no negative consequence on anything other than her feelings. Feelings, of course, that she was deliberately not thinking about.

As she rounded the corner, absorbed in her denial, she didn't see him until it was too late. With an audible "oof" she ran straight into Malfoy, colliding chest to chest. She immediately bounced off but he caught her arm before she could hit the sidewalk.

"What--Malfoy?"

"Graceful as always, Granger." He let her go and she stared, wide eyed and confused, at the state of his face.

"Merlin! Your face it's--"

"Your manners leave so very much to be desired." He looked cross but it was hard to tell beneath the bruising. An ugly, mottled patch of purple marred the left side of his face, stark and violent against his pale skin. It was fresh, the edges red with the recent impact, and it appeared to have just narrowly missed his eye.

"Malfoy," she reached her hand out, ghosting her fingertips over the bruise. "What happened?"

He sneered at her and jerked away. "Keep your obligatory Gryffindor concern to yourself, Granger."

"It's not an obligation!"

"Says the war hero."

"Will you--ugh!" She huffed and dragged him back around the corner, off of the sidewalk and into an alley. "What happened?" She repeated.

"Nothing."

"Malfoy."

He looked around, deliberately avoiding making eye contact with her. "I made a wrong turn at Diagon Alley, is all."

"A wrong turn?" The incredulity in her voice was palpable. "To where? A boxing ring?"

"Just drop it, Granger."

"I will not just drop it. Look--look at your face!" She closed the space between them. "Malfoy, please. What happened?"

He sighed and the rigidity of his shoulders softened. "I forgot, okay? I went to Flourish and Blotts to get you your bloody birthday gift and when I left, I ran into some adoring fans."

"What--"

"Our former school chums don't take kindly to my presence in Diagon Alley and, after our last little spat, I'd forgotten the warning they'd left me with." Malfoy's jaw tensed and he squinted up into the clouded sunlight. "They took it upon themselves to remind me."

Hermione balled her hands into fists to keep them from shaking. "Who?"

"It doesn't matter, Granger."

"Who?" She took a steadying breath. "Who hurt you?"

"I don't know. I vaguely recognized them from Hogwarts. It's fine."

It wasn't fine. It was categorically not fine. Malfoy was hardly the first of their class that had been on the wrong side of the war to be attacked. Harry had spent a significant amount of time trying to dispel such violent grudges and, to the best of her knowledge, it had been handled. Clearly, she was mistaken.

"We need to report this to the Ministry. Harry needs--"

"Absolutely fucking not." Malfoy gave her an indignant look. "The last person that needs to hear about this is Saint Potter."

"Malfoy, Harry's job is dealing with--"

"No, Granger. I said no."

"So what? Those nasty little insects just get to get away with it? No. I refuse. We didn't go to bloody war--"

"I was on the wrong side of that war, remember? So, yeah, we did go to war for this exact scenario to exist." He could see the lack of effect his words were having written across her face. "Granger. Please. I don't want this to become another of your crusades."

She reeled as if she'd been slapped. "Crusades?! Malfoy, it's about the injustice of it! You don't deserve to be attacked in the streets for something you did nearly ten years ago!"

"The court of public opinion begs to differ."

"Oh they'll beg alright," she snapped. At her genuine anger, his features softened and Malfoy gave her an unreadable look before looking away.

"You're such a fucking Gryffindor." He said it with an air of affection, though, and it helped to ground her back in the now.

"Thank you." Once more she placed her hand upon his bruised cheek and, to her surprise, he leaned into the touch. Her breathe caught in her lungs and she swallowed. "We--we should take care of that."

"It's just a simple spell. I'll handle it."

"No," she insisted and stepped away from him. "I will. It's the least I can do."

"This is hardly your fault."

"You went to Diagon Alley for me, remember?" She looked him up and down. "Speaking of..."

"I've been attacked and you're worrying over your stupid gift?" His tone was lighter than it had been since she'd ran into him.

"Of course I am. It's not everyday the evil Draco Malfoy buys you a gift." Hermione nodded to the Apparition point behind them. "Let's go."

"What about the Cafe? You can't honestly expect me to deny our Waitress her weekly opportunity to oogle at me." He gestured to his outfit: an expensive and perfectly tailored muggle suit that Hermione had forced him to buy after he showed up to their first meeting in robes.

"I've already been. It'd been weird to go back now. Besides, I think the bruise will overshadow your fancy slacks."

"Women like a man with scars."

She snorted. "It's hardly a battle scar, you git." when he gave her a pleading look, she rolled her eyes and looked around, to make sure they were alone. Satisfied with the lack of muggles, Hermione drew her wand and tapped it gently to his cheek. The static heat of magic bloomed between them and the ugly purple faded away, leaving his pale cheek unblemished once more. "There."

In the process of her healing, Malfoy had stepped completely into her personal space and the look he was giving her was heavy, deliberate.

"This isn't over, Malfoy. I'll find out who did this, with or without your help. They don't get to just attack you and get away with it."

"I'm hardly a weakling, Granger. I fought back."

"Good. It'll make them easier to identify."

"You're not going to let this go." It was not a question.

"No. I'm not."

"Why?"

"Because." She gave him a defiant look and he tipped her chin up with his hand. "You're my--"

"What? I'm your what?"

"Friend?"

"Is that all?" He was dangerous, but in a completely different way to the bully he'd been in their youth.

"That depends."

"On?"

"On what you got me for my birthday." She grinned and he laughed, pressing his forehead to hers a moment before pulling away and offering her his arm. She looped hers around it and let him steer them back in the direction of the Cafe.

After a lunch of finger sandwiches and tea, Malfoy finally handed her a perfectly wrapped gift that she immediately tore into. It was the latest book in a series on beasts that Rolf Scamander had been releasing, and it wasn't supposed to be out for another week.

"How did you get this?"

Malfoy shrugged, as if it was the least important thing in the world. "Money is an exceptionally good incentive."

"I love it. Thank you." She beamed at him and he cleared his throat as if it would distract her from the flush creeping up his neck.

"It's no big deal, Granger."

"To you maybe. It is to me. You know how I feel about birthday gifts." They both thought back to the spectacle she'd made of his back in June.

"I did fight for my life while I was out getting it." He grinned but the smile faded at the sharp look she gave him. "I'm joking, of course. Just a little fisticuffs, nothing serious."

"I'm sorry, Malfoy. I really am. You didn't have to go all the way to Diagon Alley for this."

"Sure I did."

"Just submitting your half of the report would be gift enough."

"Lucky for you I've done both. Besides, I'm sick of using that bloody report as an excuse to be around you." Hermione blinked, unable to process the weight of what he'd said. At the shock on her face, he shrugged again. "Come on, Granger. You can't possibly think I care about work this much."

"I--you--what?"

He leaned forward and captured her chin in his hand. "My fierce, naive little lion. You're horribly dense." Malfoy gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and pulled away. "Let's go before the Waitress gets jealous."

"But. What."

"I've rendered the great Hermione Granger speechless. I am truly magnificent." His laugh brought her to her senses and she launched herself across the table to kiss him.

"Sod the waitress."

She did, in the end, figure out who hurt him and in true Hermione Granger fashion, made them rue the day they laid hands upon someone she loves.

[twst-bs]

What if someone (with money or power) threatens the dorm leader to break up with mc because the dorm leader is not fit to be with mc and he (the one with money) deserve her better.

Will it become quite epic?

This isn't quite as in depth as my other work, sorry Nonnie!! Also, I didn't make a scenario for Malleus solely because I couldn't think of a situation where someone would have the balls to come up and threaten him, haha.

I hope this was worth the wait!!

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Riddle: “She deserves someone with better anger management, don’t you think?”

Although it was doing nothing but proving the guy’s point, Riddle could feel himself growing hot with rage. The nerve of this little rat, thinking he could just waltz up to a Prefect and tell him he didn’t deserve his partner.

His unique magic crackled at his fingertips before he even realized it. Anger bubbled up from his core as he stared at the smug face of the man who challenged him. Before he could say the incantation however, her voice resonated in his head. “You can’t solve everything with beheading, Riddle.”

Slowly, with deep, even breaths, he closed his fist and willed his magic down. He did, however, allow himself a small amount of satisfaction at the surprised look on the guy’s face as he drew himself up to his full height

“Perhaps she does, but it is her decision as to who is worthy of her affection. You have no right to make that choice for her.”

Leona: Leona knew before the little meerkat even opened his mouth that he wasn’t going to like this interaction. The guy oozed unfounded self-confidence.

“Can you really say she’s safe with you? You did go into Overblot.”

Leona wanted to bear his fangs and go for the throat. Every primal, animal instinct was urging him to respond to the challenge. Someone was after his mate. What self-respecting lion would take that lying down?

He roared so fiercely that he could see the exact moment the guy realized he had made a mistake. “You’ve got some nerve, don’t you? What makes you think you’re a better candidate?”

“Well, I never Overbl-”

“I’m not holding her against her will,” Leona interrupted, crossing his arms. “If she didn’t want to be my mate, she wouldn’t be my mate. Is that simple enough for you?”

Azul: This was nothing he hadn’t already thought himself.

“You’re manipulating her into being with you, aren’t you?” The guy was clearly intending to sound like he was defending her, but the almost gloating tone of voice he was using ruined the image. “What, did you make her sign one of your sleazy contracts?”

“I did no such thing,” Azul clenched his gloved fist. “I don’t know where you got the idea that I was doing anything like that to her.”

“You don’t exactly have a squeaky-clean record, Ashengrotto.” the guy shot back. “Wouldn’t surprise me if you were threatening her or something.”

“Of course not!”

“So you’re sending your enforcer buddies after her to - “

“You know,” Azul pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He had been on the edge of losing his cool, but the almost desperate crack to the guy’s voice told him he had more control over the situation than he initially realized. “Although I admire your...conviction, you are awfully adamant about something you haven’t presented any evidence for.”

Bingo. The guy stuttered, floundering around a bit before eventually turning around and storming off.

“Hey, Azul~” Floyd sing-songed from around the corner where he had hidden himself. “Do you want me to squeeze him?”

“No.” The offer was tempting, however. “He isn’t worth the effort.”

Kalim: He was confused.

Had the Ramshackle Prefect said something to this guy? Who even was this guy?

“I don’t understand.” Ever the honest one, Kalim came right out and said it. “Is there something wrong?”

The guy - seriously, who was he, what dorm was he even in - sighed. “It’s just something I’ve noticed. Do you really think she wants to be with someone she has to babysit?”

“She doesn’t have to babysit me.” This wasn’t clearing anything up. Actually, it was just kind of irritating.

For a moment, the guy just stared at him. Then he just shook his head and turned away. “You know what, whatever.”

It wasn’t until later when Jamil clued him in that Kalim realized he had been being threatened.

“Well, that doesn’t matter, does it?” he shrugged. “He was just jealous.”

Vil: Now this was just obnoxious.

Vil regarded the comment on his most recent Magicam post with a look of utter disdain. It was very rare that the Ramshackle Prefect allowed herself to be photographed, and even rarer that she gave her permission to post the picture. And then some lower lifeform had to come trample all over it.

I can’t believe someone as sweet as her would put up with someone as self-absorbed as Vil Schoenheit.

A quick glance at the guy’s profile told Vil all he needed to know. He was a student at NRC, a little no-name member of Ignihyde who decided he deserved the attention of the Ramshackle Prefect.

Vil was just about to delete the comment when the page refreshed, revealing a reply from none other than the Ramshackle Prefect herself.

Who are you again?

Idia: The Ramshackle Prefect glanced up from her homework at the sound of her phone vibrating against her desk. It was a message from Idia.

“Do you really want to be dating me?”

Well that was random. Frowning, she began typing.

“Of course. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“Because I never come out of my room, I can’t do PDA and freak out if someone so much as breathes in my general direction.”

“Is that guy starting shit again?”

“Potentially.”

“You know all of the stuff he says is just because he’s jealous. Don’t listen to him. <3”

[tristikovart]

been following your comic for a while - been meaning to ask you: why bird-horses? its such a strange mix... why not have 'em be full bird, like some of your characters are? you have full on horses (who are magic?) - why the mix?

Thanks for the question; I hope you're enjoying the comic! Simple answer: I like birds, I like horses, so why not both? At the same time?

Long answer: I've been drawing such characters for so long, I don't really remember what the exact catalyst was... But even farther back, I was into gryphons, and at some point I discovered hippogryphs (which are are an eagle and horse, instead of an eagle and a lion) and I guess I thought they were cool, because I started drawing them and never stopped.

As for Avania specifically, I had established a lot of the setting over the years, but when I started planning the comic, I needed to nail down the details... In the proto-Avania lore, there were many sapient races, including gryphons. However, as nearly all the characters I had were either horses, or something with a beak, I felt it would work best to condense them down (mainly to avoid an "anthro-animal kitchen sink" scenario where anything would be possible, and I'd have to invent new non-sapient creatures to replace regular animals).

So to create something similar to the dynamics of fantasy/sci-fi races, I went with Avians and Equines, as they made up the opposing super-factions. Rather than converting all my existing beaked-characters into Avians, I thought it would be interesting to have a third race, and since a hippogryph is part bird and part horse, it made more sense to use them instead of gryphons (because of this, my oldest character, Role, went from a gryphon to a hippogryph, or Hequevar, as their race is called in Avania).

Beyond just adding a little more variety to the setting without getting carried away, I also liked the idea of the hybrid or "in-between" race, which could offer a lot of options to explore in the world-building and characterization. And finally, if you are choosing to draw something a lot, for a long time, make it something that you like drawing (and the variety helps when drawing too)!

Extra: Another factor that I didn’t actively think about at the time, but that I’ve thought about more as time has gone by, is that the Avians in Avania were already kinda their own thing, and by that I mean they weren’t anthropomorphic versions of specific real-world bird species (even if some have real-life inspirations). If they were, it might have made more sense to not have Hequevars, because there would be so much potential variety just drawing from real birds. I am kinda doing this with the Equines, but horse breeds don’t vary anywhere near as much as bird species do, and again, I specifically wanted the comic’s universe to feel like a fantasy or sci-fi setting.