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[the-elusive-soleil]

Reblog if your villain/heroine ship that people keep side-eyeing fits the Francie Nolan Approval Criteria as established by Betty Smith in 1943:

Ship getting together would solve central conflict

Villain willing to go to a whole lot of trouble to win heroine

Villain is around while the canon love interest is off doing Hero Things

[apollophanes]

Spiritual Pollution in Hellenic Polytheism

In Helpol, we have three concepts known as lyma, miasma, and agos.

To some, humans are seen as naturally pure beings, but because we are living mortal creatures, spiritual dirt can cling to us and make us impure.

Here, I will discuss these three types of pollution

(Disclaimer: Some of this information comes from my own personal interpretations, and therefore may not apply to the beliefs of everyone)

Lyma

Lyma means "something to be washed away". Itis generally just physical dirt. It isn't much of a big deal when it comes to spiritual matters. However, it is still best to be free of it when approaching the gods.

Miasma

This is where things get complicated.

Miasma is essentially general spiritual pollution. Miasma is something that is completely unavoidable and should not be shamed (well, depending on the cause). Miasma is mainly caused by things related to life and death. This includes sex, childbirth, visiting a cemetery, blood, sexual fluids, etc.

However, miasma has different degrees of severity. More severe miasma comes from acts such as rape, hubris, murder, etc.

Miasma also spreads from people to people. If you walk past someone on the street who just came back from a funeral, their miasma will cling to you as well. This also highlights how unavoidable miasma is. But usually, this kind of indirect miasma is not as bad.

We are not allowed to approach the gods in a state of miasma. Luckily, miasma is not difficult to get rid off (excluding the more severe cases listed above).

All you need to do is wash your hands.

If you get a cut on your leg, the blood is miasmic and therefore you can't approach the gods. But all you need to do is wait for the bleeding to stop, wash away the blood, wash your hands, and then you're good to go.

There is a debate I once had on whether miasma prevents us from praying, giving offerings, and participating in festivals. To me, the answer is yes, but not with prayers. Let me explain why.

In a very simplified description of a certain myth, Orestes killed his mother. This caused him to enter a state of severe miasma and a state of agos (which I will explain later). Long story short, he prayed and asked Apollon to help purify him, in return for a grand offering later on. Apollon heard the prayer and came to help purify Orestes.

In this example, we see that Orestes was still able to pray to Apollon in the worst state of miasma, but promised to give offerings later on.

This implies that prayer is not an issue with miasma.

Here is another example: You don't need to wash your hands when talking to someone, but you should wash your hands if you want to give that person food.

In a similar way, in my opinion, you don't need to wash your hands for a casual prayer, but you should wash them before giving an offering. Although, I also prefer not to pray when I know I am in a miasmic state.

However, this is my own interpretation and others may have different views.

There are other ways to cleanse miasma such as khernips, incense, and scapegoats.

Ocean water is also said to cleanse miasma extremely well.

Agos

Agos is a cursed state and is the most extreme form of spiritual pollution. However, agos is not easy to get.

If you commit a horrible act such as murder, you will be in a state of extreme miasma. However, when the gods notice your crime and get enraged (keep in mind that it is usually not that easy to anger the gods), the miasma evolves into agos.

Miasma is a naturally occurring thing, but agos only comes from the wrath of the gods.

Agos is difficult to remove and is a pretty big deal.

Luckily, you don't need to worry about agos unless you're a horrible person who commits heinous acts.

Aaaand that is my interpretation of spiritual pollution in Helpol. I hope this post can be helpful to you!

Blessed be!

[wholoveseggs]

Heyyy gorgeous, another day another request! i was thinking about CEO human reader, she’s super rich, classy and very powerful woman. She also happens to be maybe a friend of Camille? And she catches Elijahs attention. They will meet on galas, auctions, operas etc. And he’s fascinated with her because of how composed and educated she is, they share hobbies, fashion style and so on. Aaaand one day he will pay her a visit in her office and it leads to some very smutty office sex… pretty please 🥹

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You approach a handsome philanthropist at a charity gala, leading to a stress-relieving meeting high above the city lights.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @msveronicag I loveeee this idea (sorry I forgot to include Cami) ♡♡

5k words - Warnings: smut, slight dom!elijah, lots of banter, little bit of choking, public(ish) sex, Elijah being the relaxed one, a whole bunch of silly business jargon...

It was a part of your job to attend these stupid functions. It didn't feel like a party, a place to unwind, it felt more like a battle ground. Where the weapons were not guns, but witty retorts and carefully calculated smiles. It was all a show.

You hated it.

But the alcohol was good, food was usually tasty, and sometimes you got lucky. Because sometimes, you meet an actual interesting person. They were few and far between, but they were there.

This gala was being held at some museum or another. You couldn't quite remember, you had only been given the information a few hours before you had to be there, and hadn't bothered reading the pamphlet. Its Grecian architecture was impressive, if not a little pretentious.

You leaned against one of the pillars leading out onto a balcony, it was an impossibly warm Louisiana evening, and the breeze was welcome. You were grateful you chose your light silk dress for the occasion, rather than the heavy, floor length gown one of your assistants had chosen for you.

You observed a man standing a short distance away, looking up at a large painting hanging high on the wall. You couldn't quite see his face, but the suit he was wearing looked expensive. You were a little bored, and he at least looked a little interesting.

You walked up behind him, careful not to step too heavily in your heels.

"I don't care much for this style, myself." You said, not looking up at the painting.

He turned his head to look at you. "Is that so?"

He was handsome, almost startlingly so. The way the light hit him made his jaw appear sharper than it likely was. His lips were full and his hair perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place. But what really drew you in were his eyes, dark brown and intense, framed by long lashes.

You smirked. "It's a bit..." You glanced up at the painting, trying to find the right word. "Stiff."

He turned to face you, his eyes wandering up and down your body, before landing on your face again. He gave you a crooked smile that made your palms sweat, oh he wasn't just handsome, he was gorgeous.

"Stiff? I don't know, I think the artist did a very good job at conveying the... passion." He said.

"Where? In the brush strokes?" You said, taking a sip of your drink.

"No." He said, and his eyes moved away from yours and towards the couple on the painting. "There."

You turned your head and looked. A nude woman, her skin pale and hair blonde, laid on her back on a bed, the red covers thrown away and onto the floor. The man, his face hidden, stood at the edge of the bed, his hands moving to grip her thighs, as though he were about to climb on top of her.

You raised your eyebrows.

"You find that passionate?" You asked, looking back at him.

He shrugged. "I do. I think he was quite enamored with her, judging by the detail put into the painting."

"She looks like she's trying to take a nap and this creep won't leave her alone." You said, and he chuckled.

"Thus, the magic of art, my dear. What is interpreted depends on the person."

"Do you often interpret napping women as passionate?" You asked, and his smile widened.

"No, I prefer passion in the form of a willing, enthusiastic partner."

You took a sip of your drink. "And how do you go about finding one of those?"

He gave you a slow smile and reached out his hand, offering it to you. "Elijah, it's a pleasure."

"Y/n." You said, putting your hand in his and shaking it, firmly.

He kept your hand in his, bringing it to his lips, a move you would usually cringe at, but with him it seemed natural. He didn't seem like the usual crowd you had to deal with at these events. His voice, his posture, everything about him was elegant and his flirting was ridiculously smooth.

"Now that we're acquainted, what say you and I go find a little passion for ourselves?" He asked, lowering his voice to a whisper.

Your eyes widened slightly, and you laughed, pulling your hand away from his.

"A little eager, are we?" You asked, giving him a playful smirk.

"I just wanted to dance with you, why? Were you thinking of something else?" He gave you a knowing smile, and it made you laugh again.

"You're charming." You said.

"And you are beautiful." He said, extending his hand to you.

He was an excellent dancer, leading you expertly across the floor, even with the quick tempo of the song, he never faltered, not once. You didn't know how, but he could anticipate your next step, as though the two of you had rehearsed this for weeks.

"I like your dress, what brand is it? Prada?" He asked, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Yes, how did you know?" You asked, surprised.

"I own a few vintage pieces, I'm partial to the fall 2012 line." He said, his hands on your hips, holding you close.

"Really?" You asked. "The menswear one? It was villain themed, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "You have a love for fashion, I assume?"

"It can be a great investment if you pick the right pieces. The classics are usually the safest bet."

"Oh, I agree." He said.

You smiled. "So what do you do, Elijah?"

"I'm a philanthropist," He said. "I support local artists and historical projects and such. How about you?"

"I own a commercial real estate company. It's equally boring and stressful." You said. "What I do most of the day is paperwork."

He laughed, a delightful sound, and moved one hand from your hip, to the center of your back.

"Not fond of it?" He asked.

"No, quite the opposite, actually. If I could just get rid of the meetings I'd be thrilled."

He chuckled and spun you once. "You wouldn't be the first person to say that."

"What about you Mr. Philanthropy, how do you spend your days?" You asked, falling right back in step with the music, his movements as smooth as ever.

"Oh, you know," He said, his lips hovering by your cheek. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you,"

You leaned back a little, turning your head to give him a cheeky grin.

"Oh so it's family money then, is it?" You asked, and he hummed, his eyes narrowing playfully at you.

"Something like that. Enough to afford the finer things," He said, spinning you once, your dress billowing out around you like a waterfall.

He dipped you, his grip on your waist tight, as the song came to an end. You were breathing hard as you stood up straight again, letting go of his hand.

"Thank you for the dance, Mr. Mikaelson," You said, giving him a quick bow. "It's been a pleasure,"

"May I call on you sometime?" He asked, his hand still holding yours. "For a dance that is, and perhaps dinner afterwards?"

You looked at him, considering him for a moment, before smiling.

"Perhaps, Mr. Mikaelson, perhaps."

It had been a hellish week. A buyer had fallen through on the deal, costing you a lot of money. After the announcement, several of your employees began asking questions. About profit margins, about future strategies, about the acquisition of cheaper offices and rentals. It was difficult to concentrate, what with their constant stream of questions and their low murmuring at their desks as they talked about the whole ordeal.

Your company was also in the middle of a bidding war, trying to win a lucrative contract with the city to build several apartment complexes downtown. And on top of that, you had missed a shareholder's meeting because of a flight delay, pissing off several of them and creating several more holes in the schedule.

You were up to your neck in work, stressing out about everything.

Your phone buzzed and you sighed. Elijah. He has been texting you consistently ever since the gala, inviting you for lunch, or dinner, sometimes drinks at his place, hell, even just a walk in the park. He was polite, a true gentleman, but also seemed completely unaware of the fact that you didn't really have time for this stuff.

But it wasn't like you didn't want to see him, you did. You hadn't been able to get him out of your head since the gala. He was certainly an interesting person, a quick wit, and good taste to boot, but you didn't think it was a good idea. Your relationships tended to fall apart fairly quickly, most men you dated became intimidated by your success, or found the power dynamic to be a point of contention for them. Either way, it usually wasn't fun.

But god, his lips...

And his smile, you could see the mischief behind it, it made your stomach flutter just thinking about it. The way his eyes lit up when he laughed. It was intoxicating, you just couldn't...

You opened the text.

Free for dinner tonight?

You rubbed your temple, sighing.

Sorry, can't. Too much work. :)

You put the phone aside, only to have it buzz again.

I'm really good at paperwork, some say the best. Could lend a hand,

You snorted. Oh you could totally picture him helping you, leaning over you while you sat at your desk, both of you staring down at the documents, his breath on your neck, his knee touching yours underneath the wood...

God, your hands were sweating. It was almost embarrassing.

I appreciate that, but I have it handled. Just a rough week,

Another buzz.

Surely you've earned a break? I won't keep you for long, just dinner.

You groaned and slid down your chair, feeling your face burn up just thinking about being in a restaurant with him. You knew it wouldn't be a short date, he was entirely too distracting. No, anything he wanted you to do would surely eat up multiple hours, and you didn't have that kind of time right now.

Next time, You texted, then grabbed your sticky notes, writing:

'Please let this guy dick you down,'

And sticking it on top of your to-do pile.

You read the text over and sighed. Dinner with him sounded like absolute bliss right now, it was almost painful how appealing it was. But you couldn't.

You turned back to your work, letting yourself fall back into the sea of paperwork.

Hours passed and you were still stuck at the office. Dark had descended a while ago, and the lights of the city loomed brightly behind your window. You stretched in your chair and sighed, rubbing your neck.

Your phone buzzed again and you reluctantly lifted it up, watching a notification for another text come in.

Dinner at 730 it is, I'll pick you up.

You froze, suddenly confused. Did you agree to something? It couldn't be.

You dialed his number and held the phone up to your ear, sitting back in your chair.

"I don't recall saying yes to dinner," You said as soon as the phone connected.

He laughed. It was a glorious sound. You felt lightheaded just hearing it.

"Alright, you're busy, I understand, how about I come to you?"

You heard keys in the background, he was definitely leaving. Shit.

"Elijah, no, I don't... I can't," You said, scrambling around your office, trying to make it look less... destroyed. You shoved a pile of papers under the desk, along with a few cups and an empty wine bottle.

"I'm bringing take-out and coffee. You sound like you could use the caffeine," He said, completely ignoring you.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, dropping back into your chair.

"I don't want you to get bored," You said, weakly.

He laughed.

"Don't worry about me, darling, I have a secret."

You blinked. "Oh? What's that?"

You could hear him getting into a car in the background, then the deep rumbling of an engine as it revved to life.

"Being with you could never bore me. Tell me your address,"

You smiled. "I'll text it to you,"

He hung up and you sunk deeper into your chair, a goofy grin plastered on your face.

You spent the next twenty minutes trying to make your office presentable, mostly just moving papers off the floor and out of sight.

When he knocked on the door, you paused for a moment, before opening it. He was wearing a button up shirt and black slacks, both looking sinfully expensive and sinfully good on him.

The take-out smelled amazing, as did he.

"Your security needs updating, at the very least you should have a keypad." He said as he handed you your meal.

"Thank you," You said, ushering him inside. "I sent everyone home for the day, no need for them to stay late because of me,"

You put the food on a small table and sat down next to him on your sofa in the corner of your office, letting out a long sigh you didn't know you were keeping inside.

"That bad, hm?" He asked.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it, he was so distractingly gorgeous. His face, his lips, fuck his eyes, they had those crinkles in the corners, and that hint of mischief, his perfect jawline, everything about him set you on fire.

You shook your head and smiled. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Thank you, by the way, I haven't had time to eat all day."

"Next time I'll take you out somewhere more pleasant than this," He said, gesturing around to the cluttered office.

Your phone rang on your desk and you got up and scrambled over to answer it, Elijah giving you a confused look.

"Yes? O-oh..." You paused, standing up and pacing around, heading towards the window, looking down at the dark city.

"How long ago?"

Elijah was listening, his eyes fixed on you, the tone of your voice, the way you held yourself. You seemed calm, but the subtle signs were all there. You were upset, no, not upset, frustrated.

"Uh-huh, yes, no, thank you,"

He wandered over to your desk, to the many papers that covered it, some were marked with red, some with black, most of them had scribbles in the margins.

"Well, what is the point of a zoning committee if they can't do their job?" You asked, your voice smooth as silk, he enjoyed hearing you speak, the slight inflections in your tone.

A yellow sticky note caught his eye and he picked it up, smiling at what it said. 

‘Please let this guy dick you down.’

He chucked and held the note up to you, raising an eyebrow.

You froze and your eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. You cleared your throat and tried to compose yourself, but were unable to meet his gaze.

"I'll see what I can do." You muttered, feeling utterly mortified that he found your stupid note.

Elijah stood, tucking the note into his pocket and walking towards you. His hands pressing into the glass on either side of you, trapping you.

You gulped, looking up at him, completely forgetting about the person on the phone.

"I.. I'll have that information when the exchange opens in the morning,"

He leaned forward, his lips hovering by your cheek.

"Yes, I understand," You said, your voice shaking.

Elijah grinned, his hands coming down to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. You could feel him, all of him, his warmth, the hardness in his pants.

"Okay, I'll, uh, talk to you later, yes, thank you."

You ended the call and let out a long sigh, looking up at him. He took the phone from your hand and threw it over his shoulder, not even bothering to look and see where it landed.

"I'm going to give you some unsolicited advice," He whispered, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "So take it for what it's worth,"

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to say something.

"Take a break." He said, taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "Let me take care of you tonight, then get back to work in the morning, tomorrow. You're burnt out, you're going to make a mistake and you won't even notice."

"Your concern is noted, but unfortunately..."

"When was the last time you slept?" He asked, cutting you off. "Properly, I mean, when was the last time you were properly rested?"

"If you're about to offer up sleeping with you as a cure, Mr. Mikaelson, I assure you, it wouldn't do any good." You said.

"What makes you think I'm offering anything, other than a little relaxation?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"Well, we're already pressed up against each other, and judging by the hardness I feel against my leg, you're not exactly unaffected." You said, your hand running over his chest, his skin hot under the fabric.

"I think it would do you some good, a rush of endorphins, a change of pace, it could relieve some of this tension you're carrying around," He countered.

You felt your mouth dry up at his words. A whole slew of salacious fantasies flooded into your mind as soon as they left his mouth, and you struggled to think of a snarky response.

"It's been a while for you, hasn't it?" He said, reaching down to the hem of your dress, pushing the fabric up your thighs, his fingers brushing over the skin.

You bit your lip, his eyes were glued to yours, watching every tiny reaction with great interest.

"How long?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours.

"A gentleman doesn't ask." You whispered, a smile forming on your lips.

"I never said I was a gentleman," He whispered, his hands coming down, hooking underneath your thighs and lifting you up and pressing you against the window.

Your legs wrapped around him automatically, your arms going around his shoulders, pulling him close.

He kissed you and you melted, the warmth of his mouth and the heat of his skin was so comforting, it felt so good. You wanted to get lost in him, feel him all over, touch him, kiss him.

"See? That wasn't so hard was it?" He teased, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

Your phone began to ring again, and you pushed on his chest, trying to move away from him. He let you go, letting your thighs slip down his body until your feet hit the floor, the phone still ringing.

"I should..."

He grabbed your hips and spun you around, pressing you into the window, his chest against your back.

"You are in a very important meeting right now and cannot come to the phone," He said softly, his hand sliding up your inner thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress up and exposing you.

You moaned as he spread your legs with his knee as he pulled your dress up over your head, the phone finally stopped ringing.

"There, now we can be undisturbed," He said, his lips on your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. His hands kneading your breasts, tugging at your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

Your breathing was heavy and fast, the cool glass against your skin a stark contrast to his burning skin.

You arched back against him and let out a strangled moan, his hands trailing down your body and his fingers slipping beneath your underwear.

You looked down to the streets below, the street lamps flickering and the headlights whizzing past as you gave yourself over to the pleasure of his touch.

He kissed your neck as he slid his fingers into you. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, his fingers curling and stroking over that perfect spot inside you. Your hand pressed into the glass, desperately needing something to hold onto.

Your hips rolled against his fingers as he worked them over your clit, you were starting to tremble, your thighs closing around his hand, squeezing as you started to come. He groaned in approval as he watched you come undone against the window, your arm braced against the glass and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Good girl," He whispered, his arm holding your waist, his lips kissing and sucking on your neck.

He unclasped your bra, splaying his hand across your back and pressing you up against the glass, your breasts squashed against the cold window, a hot flush spreading across your chest.

His shirt was already unbuttoned, and it was quick work for him to take off his belt and slip out of his pants. You turned your head to look at him, and god, he was beautiful. There was a patch of black hair just below his belly button, trailing down into his pants, and thick dark hair lined his arms. But when your eyes dropped down, your mouth fell open, his cock was... Just as excellent as the rest of him.

"Do you like being on display for the whole city?" He asked, enjoying the way you seemed completely enraptured by him.

"No..." You said, a mischievous smile creeping onto your face. "They probably can't see me, just some shadow against the window,"

He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, a bruising clash of teeth and tongue, driving you to madness with every breath. His other hand was already pressing you up against the window, his hips driving his cock forward and filling you up in one swift motion.

You cried out, nails scratching the window and your chest slamming up against the glass, a chill running through you as the cold pressed into your skin.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," He hissed, his hands gripping your hips hard.

"Fuck me," You demanded, pushing back against him, grinding your hips up into him, moving in a way that caused you to choke out a breathless cry, fireworks exploding behind your eyes.

"So bossy, so demanding, are you like this with everyone or am I just lucky?" He said, his eyes traveling over every inch of your body.

"Maybe I just want you to shut up and fuck me,"

He wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you back against his chest and holding you firmly as he fucked you.

Your knees felt weak, the grip he had on your throat restricting your airways, the pleasure burning into your lungs like hot lava. It was intense, your eyes began to water and your thighs trembled. Elijah's movements slowed, his pace becoming steady and smooth, rolling his hips gently, caressing you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, pressing soft kisses on your jawline. "You're shaking,"

You gulped and smiled, nodding. "You're just really good at this,"

"It's my favorite way to relax," He said, his lips tracing your ear.

You moaned at his touch, his lips feeling so soft against your skin.

"Look at them, look at all the little ants down below," He murmured, his thrusts increasing in intensity, his hand tightening around your throat. "Anyone could look up and see you, anyone. Your assistants, shareholders, a random stranger, just an anonymous face in the crowd, and they're all going about their night and here you are, above them all,"

It was intoxicating, looking down at the brightly lit city, even from this far up, you felt so high, you could fall into it all and lose yourself in the darkness, let yourself drown in the lights.

You pushed back against him, chasing the high he offered, your breath shallow and panting. His fingers raked down your skin, scraping over the flesh of your ribs, leaving your body covered in a trail of dark marks, claiming you.

His teeth bit into the skin of your neck as he pushed you back against the window, his hands over yours, holding them against the glass. He was rough and hard with you, snapping his hips and driving you up onto the tips of your toes.

"Mr. Mikaelson..." You moaned, struggling to keep yourself standing.

He chuckled and pulled you away from the window, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the sofa. You giggled and kicked your legs, but he kept a strong hold on you, carrying you over to the large leather couch and depositing you on it.

"There," He said, leaning over you and parting your legs, "more comfortable?"

"Very." You said, biting your lip as you gazed up at him.

He knelt between your legs, sliding his hands under your ass and pulling you towards him, his mouth latching onto your pussy, licking a path along the seam.

You breathed out a sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, your hands reaching for him, holding onto his hair, his shoulders, whatever you could reach.

"So, tell me," He said, taking a moment to rest his chin against your thigh, "do you agree that tis is a good way to relax?"

You huffed and sat up, pushing his head back down between your legs. He laughed and got back to it, letting you pull his hair and fuck yourself on his face.

His tongue was warm and wet, his thumb rubbing you, stroking your clit in little circles, teasing you. You wriggled and writhed against him, his mouth, his hands, they drove you insane.

Just when you were about to come he pulled away, kissing his way up your body, licking your nipples, your neck, your ear, trailing soft kisses on your face until you opened your eyes and looked at him.

He kissed you hard, your thighs trembling. His cock was hard against you, pressing back inside you. You moaned into his mouth as you adjusted to the feeling of him, the sensation of being filled up.

You loved it, the way you tightened around him, pulling him closer, deeper. He was breathing hard, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smile, his gaze constantly shifting, flickering from your mouth to your eyes, down to your chest.

His hand brushed against your cheek as he leaned back and began to move, gripping your waist and holding you close, his hips rolling into yours, finding a rhythm that made your toes curl, his voice murmuring your name softly in your ear, encouraging you to let go.

He smiled as you arched off the couch and dug your fingers into his skin, holding him to you. He wanted you close, skin-to-skin, every inch of you touching him, melting together.

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring up at his face, his skin, slightly flushed, his eyes were bright and he was grinning. The sex was turning into something more intimate, an actual bond was developing between the two of you.

"I like you," you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling him close, your lips brushing against his, "I really like you,"

"Yeah?" He said, kissing you deeply.

"Yeah," you agreed, holding his face in your hands,

"It really like you too," He said, his thrusts growing deeper, stronger, more intense. He was chasing his own release now, desperate to feel you clenching around him, moaning his name.

You gasped and clung to him, your nails digging into his skin, your head thrown back, your eyes shut tight as you rode out the waves of pleasure flowing through you, and he followed right behind you, coming with a grunt, a low, quiet sound that made your stomach flutter.

He pulled out and sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest. You could feel his breath tickling your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back.

He pulled the blanket that was folded on the back of the sofa over the two of you, wrapping it around you and holding you close.

The room was quiet, silent, save for the muffled noise of the city below, the cars and the traffic, the random sounds of the distant city.

You felt relaxed, actually relaxed, like you were floating. His warm arms around you felt like a cocoon. He was watching you, his eyes tracing over your body, his fingertips featherlight against your bare skin.

"Can I pencil you in for another meeting tomorrow?" You asked with a grin, your fingers grazing along his forearms.

He pulled your sticky note out of his pocket, sticking it to your forehead, a soft rumble coming from his chest as he chuckled.

"Hmm, I don't know, do you want to make a habit of this?" He asked, his hands smoothing down the sides of your body.

"Would that be so bad?" You asked, leaning back against his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Not at all, it's what I've been wanting since I met you," He admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Me too, you've been on my mind constantly," You said, tilting your head back and kissing him.

"I know," he said with a cheeky smile, tapping on the note stuck to your head.

"Oh, very funny," You rolled your eyes, relaxing against him, your eyes growing heavy as the weight of the day's events caught up to you.

"Sleep, love," He whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, his arms tightening around you.

"But I have so much to do," You protested, trying to sit up.

He held onto you, keeping you from moving, you didn't put up much of a fight. You wanted to stay right there.

"Work can wait until tomorrow, I have no intention of letting you go anywhere anytime soon," He said, his lips finding your temple, planting a soft kiss there.

"I can't just stay here," You said, a smile on your face as he ran his hand through your hair.

"Why not? You're the boss, you can do whatever you want," He said, nuzzling your neck.

You sighed, giving in and relaxing in his arms. It had been a while since you'd felt so content.

"Alright, maybe I can spare a few hours," You said, closing your eyes and allowing sleep to wash over you. And for the first time in a long time you fell asleep without a worry in the world.

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[horny-jailbreak]

aaaand she's live! definitely one of my finest chassis to date, but then again I say that about all my robotgirls! hm? you seem distressed. hey, what's the matter? the mind-body transfer went off without a hitch, what's.

oh. you thought you'd be in the robot body. girl, did you not read the contract? or, like, listen when I told you about this process ten times? the mind-body "transfer" is a misnomer. it's a marketing term. I scan your brain and then make a replica of it that's neurally identical in a robot chassis, and then we destroy the original housing. you paid extra for the "catharsis package" so you could be the one to destroy it yourself! oh my god did you not listen to a single word I said when I explained this to you?

okay. okay, look. stop crying for two seconds and look at me. your new robot self is going to finish startup in about 30 seconds. at that point she's going to wake up and see your face for the first time, and that'll be the first thing she sees. you get to decide whether that's a loving, welcoming introduction to the world of the living or if she's going to see a snot covered crying girl and then kill her. well, she's going to kill you either way, but first impressions are important. yes she's going to kill you that's what disposal means. you picked out wrist-mounted blades what did you think you were going to use them for?

alright, okay, let me take your hand for this. if it's any consolation, depending on how you interpret reincarnation, this could literally be your soul in there, temporally displaced or something. yeah, it's like a ritual, we just have to move the soul from one vessel to another, okay? does that sound good? okay, sh- you're about to boot up and engage the visual cortex for the first time, okay? so big smiles. I'll be here the entire time. yeah, you probably don't remember, but I gave you a discount to let me watch.

[ohwolfling]

Burning Pile by Mother Mother

All I Think About Now by Pixies

Afterworld by CKY

Prologue: Strangers by Dust We Are

Aaaand the entirety of Nine Inch Nail's With Teeth album. Depending on your relationship to/interpretation of Kerry, that's a very Kerry album all the way around!

my Kerry playlist only has 5 songs help me fellow Kerry fans I need more!

[yanphobia]

Cleithrophobia - Chapter 11

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 10 Index

Author's Note: Aaaand that's a wrap! I was going to wait until next week to post this, but you've all been so good waiting for updates that I thought you deserved to get it early. It's been so much fun starting this blog and seeing your reactions to the new chapters, and I can't wait to get started on my next story. I have a few ideas bouncing around, so stay tuned! But in the meantime, enjoy the final installment of our angry spider man!

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

You didn't die that night; no. Death would’ve been kinder. 

Every waking moment, the events of that night haunted you. Every time you fell asleep, it was as though you were reliving it all again. 

Mars hadn’t let up the second you fell into his den. You tumbled down the tunnel that would be too steep to ever climb out of and slammed against the cold ground of the hollowed-out nest below, dimly lit with the lantern you had left in your meeting spot earlier in the night. The impact caused you to lose your breath, but almost immediately he was lifting you up again, roughly shoving his tongue down your throat as you weakly attempted to push him away. 

Then he carried you to the newly laid webs in the corner... you shut your eyes. You didn’t want to remember what happened next. 

But even now, you could still feel his hands ripping through your clothes, shredding them and leaving you in your most vulnerable state. You could feel his fangs tearing through the soft, delicate flesh of your body, the wet sound of his mouth slurping up your blood in between his loud proclamations of hate. Your voice was gone from all of the screaming, and crying, and begging for mercy, and you weren’t sure how often you passed out only to wake up again in the throes of your torture. 

He had left no part of you untouched, unviolated, and you haven’t seen him since. 

At some point, you had woken up to find him gone, and although it was impossible to tell how long you’d been here, it had to have been at least a few days. You were forced to lie there, starving and weak in a pool of your own blood and waste, as you fought with yourself to maintain your sanity. There was something inside of you, some weak desire to escape from the hell you’ve been subjected to, that was keeping you alive.  

It was quiet, but eventually you heard the scratching of his legs against the dirt walls of the tunnel. He stopped when he reached the bottom, no doubt confused by the darkness of the den. You couldn’t bear to look at your injuries anymore, and over the course of a few excruciating hours you were able to roll over and turn the lantern off. 

“This,” he said, as you heard him approach, “was supposed to stay on!” 

The lights flickered on and you saw your captor’s irritated face, which quickly turned to surprise. It would’ve been almost comical, if you had the heart to laugh. The two of you looked each other over, him, holding the corpse of a goat by its broken neck, and you, looking like a prey animal that had met a much slower end. As he took you in, his confusion turned to an obvious disgust, and the embarrassment and shame you felt at your current state overtook you. 

“...” 

“They’re infected.” You were quick to explain. “The wounds, they’ve, uh... they’re festering. They need to be treated.” 

It was awful and seeing them again was nothing short of nightmarish. There had been nothing here to clean them when they were fresh, and you wouldn’t have had the strength to do so anyway. In your solitude, you slowly watched as the area around the lacerations swelled and reddened, while a thick, foul-smelling pus leaked out of them. They burned and the redness spread around your body, along with the fever that’s been plaguing you ever since. Your skin glistened with sweat as you watched your skin begin to yellow, and then blacken, shriveling away to reveal the deep-seated fascia and layers of fat underneath. You laid there in agony as your condition worsened, all the while remembering your readings about the necrotizing properties of spider venom.  

You were rotting away, from the outside in. 

��Please...” you begged, your voice so weak and pathetic sounding that it only embarrassed you further. “Please, let me go. I just have to... have to treat it. I have to go to a hospital.” 

He remained unimpressed. “Do you really think that will work on me?” 

“I’m serious!” You begged. “I’ll do anything... I’ll come back the second that I can. But I can’t put it off any longer...!”  He eyed your injuries again, observing old blood stains on the webs underneath you. The smell was nauseating, and perhaps that was what made him compromise. 

“I’ll get you water-” 

“No! Water would not do anything at this point, not this far along.“ The only thing that could save you now was a clean environment, with plenty of antibiotics, steroids, skin grafts. 

“Please,” you tried again, “I swear to you that I will come back. I’ll die if I don’t!” 

“You’ll die?!” He scoffed. “What do you think I do every day? How do you think I feel, knowing that you’re here, wanting to be close to you, but then remembering all of the shit that you did to me?! What I suffer, [Y/N], is a fate worse than death, and all of it is because of you.” 

He leaned closer and held up the dead goat. 

“This-” he said, shaking it in front of your eyes, “is what I’m supposed to be. An apex predator, one that listens to no one, especially not a useless human like yourself!” 

And with that, he tore into its flesh. He maintained eye contact with you as you watched the meat of its body break down and liquify. You imagined yourself in the later stages of your necrosis, with your internal organs falling apart the same exact way.  

You didn’t have it in you to be sick anymore. You were too numb. As you watched Mars devour his meal, you realized that this was the exact fate that you deserved. For all of the things that you’ve done to the people you claimed to care about. For Laura, Stan, and Shadow, whose deaths you had caused. You could never be allowed to make a full recovery, physically or mentally, because you have not earned it. 

You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for nature to take its course. 

--- 

Mars stared down at your unconscious form. You hadn’t been responsive for a few days, and he had lost the last of his patience. He knew, in his heart, that you were being dramatic, that your injuries THAT HE INFLICTED UPON YOU were not nearly as bad as you claimed. He even cleaned your wounds for you, scrubbing them down using water from a nearby pond YOU’D TOLD HIM WATER WAS NOT ENOUGH TO HEAL YOU and the scraps of your old shirt. 

He’s done everything he could NO HE HASN’T but you still refused to wake up. 

“Hey.” He barked out. Silence. 

“HEY.” This time he kicked you. Again, silence. 

He knelt, taking one of your hands in his. He briefly glanced over the withered, blackened fingertips and yellowed, peeling nails, before biting into your cold palm. Blood gushed from the puncture, and he waited intently for you to wake up screaming, but he was still met with silence. 

He stood and dropped your hand, which fell listlessly to the ground, and licked your blood from his lips. It was off, somehow, extremely sour and not at all as warm and sweet as it used to be. 

His hands raked through his hair as he thought to himself. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what a rotten carcass looked like, he had seen them many times out in the woods. But you weren’t dead. You couldn’t be. 

Slowly, he approached you again, and even slower, he lowered his ear to the marred flesh above your heart, ignoring the bit of yellow puss that rubbed off onto his cheek. 

A heartbeat. He could barely feel it, much less hear it, but it was still there. He looked again at your disfigured face, at the deep cuts in the muscles that so closely resembled the raw meat that you used to bring to him. 

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what a creature in its final moments looked like. 

--- 

You had no way of feeling your naked body being wrapped in a dirty threadbare blanket, or the night’s cool air on your face. You couldn’t feel the way it rocked back and forth as it was carried through the forest. You couldn’t feel it being propped up against the wooden balusters of a front porch, either. 

You could, however, hear a voice pulling you back from the darkness that you had been lost in. 

“Alright, you’ve won.” It said. It kept tugging on the fabric around you. Adjusting it. 

“I’ll take your previous deal.” 

When a star is about to die, it receives one final burst of energy before it diminishes completely. Why that was the first thought you had as you mustered up the strength to open your eyes... you could not tell. 

Your vision was blurry, and in your left eye it was almost entirely gone. You didn’t have a way to see how milky and deteriorated it had become. But somehow, you were able to make out a few pairs of red eyes staring at you, and a wide, thin mouth which revealed black fangs when it spoke next. 

“Go, then, to your little human hospital and sort all of this out. And then afterwards – immediately afterwards – you'll come home again. Don’t... don’t you di-” 

His voice caught in his throat, then he huffed in annoyance. 

“Don’t you try to screw me over, okay? I’ll know if you try to get out of this one...!” 

He stood up then, seemingly miles above you, and gave one final warning: 

“Go there and come right back, [Y/N]. Just like you promised.” 

Your eyes began to defocus as you heard him bang loudly on the front door and run away, into the pitch-black forest behind you. The door opened, and you heard the woman’s voice change as she processed the macabre scene before her. 

“Hello? What is...? Oh... oh my God! Kids! Brandon, Kayla, get in your rooms! Get in them, right now! Charlie, I – Charlie, call 911! You- hey... are you alive? ...Listen, we’re going to get you help! We’re calling an ambulance! Just... just stay awake, alright? Just don’t fall asleep...!” 

You held on to her words as much as you could. Deep down, you still felt the animalistic urge to continue living. No, a part of you still wanted to believe that you could get through to the other side of this, as little as you may deserve it. But as your eyelids pulled themselves closed, and as you felt your conciousness begin to slip, you weren’t so sure that you had the strength to hold on anymore... 

THE END.

[nerves-nebula]

Who of your turtles has the highest body count. Legitimate question here and it can be interpreted either way.

oughhh that depends, like, at what point in the timeline??? also i find it comedic to ask about either # of sexual partner or # of people killed as if they're of equal importance.

I personally don't think about sex with other people a ton, so idk how you would even have sex with a lot of people... obviously i know it happens but idk how to factor that into their personalities cause its a part of mine that is distinctly Not There haha. but I'll try!

so here's the sex portion:

soo Mikey is like, kind of ace. He probably has the most friends/opportunities for sex but also he just doesn't think about it that much. it's just not on his mind. so he would be pretty low down there, EXCEPT that he did have a period of time where he went a bit crazy with freedom after they left Splinter. So there was a time where he probably had a lot of casual sex in his early 20's i think. just like, for shits and giggles. But tbh sex is like, cool or whatever, but so are comics. it's like that for him.

Raph was too busy for sex and then later on realized he was basically in a relationship with casey and had been for years so, he's at a solid 1 person lmao.

Leo is... interesting. I think Leo probably likes casual sex EVENTUALLY. but he has a lot of work to do before he lets himself be comfortable about that so. give him some time and he'll probably end up being the one with the most partners in his lifetime.

Donnie is. Ah, well. its complicated. He's definitely the one with the most sexual partners before the age of 18 and that is NOT a good thing. He mostly just ignores the fact that sex exists in REAL LIFE, similarly to Mikey (and me). like sex is cool or whatever but have you ever watched a really good documentary?

aaaand here's the murder portion:

GENERALLY they try not to kill people. I think Leo has the most casualties because he cares the least about people getting hurt, (well it's more like he cares more about doing his job right but you know whatever) but i don't think he's ever accidentally killed someone.

I think anyone they do or don't kill will be plot/character relevant, and since I haven't thought of anything like that yet, we're at a solid ZERO kills so far. that's likely to change as I keep developing the timeline, so I'll just give you an overview of who's the most likely to kill and why:

Raph - least likely, he basically sees himself as a shield. he spends a lot of fights taking and deflecting hits.

Donnie/Mikey - nearly equally tied to commit murder in the heat of the moment (they are both very emotional in very different ways, but they'd both regret it)

Leo - most likely to kill someone on accident while showing off, or to kill someone cause he thinks there's no better way. will pretend he doesn't care about taking a life, actually secretly cares a lot :')

[ivyruins]

hello again ivy!

it would be totally rad if you have your thoughts on xyx’s relationship with music. favourite artists and bands, genres, whether he would play an instrument, all the good stuff.

also how he’d react to a s/o that plays piano? it’s my one flex and i like to think he’d like it 🙉 dksjsbkabak

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HELLO BELOVED 🦎 ANON I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!!!

okok so this is hard because not everyone has the same music taste BUTTTT robo did say that they want people to interpret the characters in their own way, so this is my take on xyx's relationship w music!!! ((++ if anyone else has any other opinion/wanna add something feel free to tell me your thoughts!!))

first off I read this in the car omw home n the first think I thought of was Arctic Monkeys. IMAGINE HIM PLAYING THAT WHILE YOU RIDE ON HIS BIKE (safely). I wanna be yours or do I wanna know playing as you hug his waist, resting your cheek against his back, the cool air contradicting the warmth coming from xyx. xyx- focused on the road for once, not wanting to end you both up in hospital. your goofy, troll boy xyx who was always teasing you, looking straight to the road, face dignified. serious. LIKE. MMMMM GO XYX

this next one I can see both nightowl and xyx like . but consider: lemon demon. I feel like xyx would have touch tone telephone in the background while he trolls the server or something. and maybe play two trucks on call for the lols.

I feel like he'd like alternative indie, but then again it probably depends on what his mood was or what he was using the song for (if it was plain listening or as a background for something)!

he probably doesn't have a favorite artist, just listens to whatever was on his playlist and what you'd reccomend him (hc that xyx would dedicate songs to you so when he hears them he'd think of you :])

XYX WOULD LOVE AN S/O WHO PLAYS PIANO!!! according to robo he plays guitar/uke (I think omg why can I Not Find The Post D:) , so imagine playing with him for fun one night together, beloved cat on the piano listening to the tunes you two make. you're not even following anything, just playing randomly as he tries to strum to it.

xyx would ask you to play it sometimes >:)) he probably wouldnt ask you directly to play it but do something silly like make a bet you'd obviously lose and say if you lose you'd have to play something for him (spoiler: you lose). xyx loves seeing you play passionately he'd just stand there smiling, listening and go fuck I'm so in love.

AAAAND I'm gonna add the others music taste as well >:)) I know you asked for xyx but I hope it's ok!!

like I said, I think nightowl listens to lemon demon. he is an Indie Kid™. beach bunny, the strokes, wallows, cavetown n alec benjamin!! songs like alien blues and looking out for you. I think he fits those vibes. very bright and cheery, but also has some meaning. (also hc that he listens to kpop and/or anime ops/vocaloid occasionallyasionlly)

quest probably likes old music, ones that reminds him of the times before his life had changed forever. I am quite unfamiliar with this type of music, so any quest enjoyer out there feel free to tell me your ideas !!

controversial, but I think toasty would enjoy music from games! chiptune like toby fox, or music from lena raine (basically the ones that provide good bgm with no lyrics). but I'd like to think he secretly listens to jack stauber. or bo burnham (I see xyx and owl as bo burnham enjoyer as well, they probably watched his movie together)!!

[yostresswritinggirl]

Childe NSFW Headcanons

May not make sense 100% due to mind still clouded by sickness lmaooo

Count: 699 words

Sex is a drug to Childe that has the same ecstasy as that of a good fight, a less threatening and less deadly alternative. It makes his heart pump in excitement, his muscles strain the same way as reflex, stamina challenged to the max against an opponent.

And honestly, in his eyes, the bed too is a battlefield. There are a lot of things taken into consideration when in the bed with this man:

He likes to wrestle for dominance and his stamina is that of a lion in heat. While he lives in the sensation, he also revels in the pleasure of his partner. It's a two-way battle, and every moment in bed will not be dull when you deal with him.

Clothes are off his back everytime, no skips. Doesn't matter if you're not taking yours off, even if it's much appreciated if it wasn't on you, but he's keeping his back out on the open— yes, back.

He prides himself victorious whenever you dig your nails into his back, the sensation tingling him and the pain edging him with thrill.

With that in mind, Childe pays CLOSE attention to your fingernails before every session. If they're long and sharp, that's cool, spicy. If they're trimmed down and filed tho, hoho, it's gonna be a loooong night.

He will make it his mission, an added challenge, for you to scratch his back DEEP with those dull fingernails and he will pound you into oblivion until you manage that. If not— well oopsie, the sun is shining now.

You may despise the scars on his back but he loves the heck out of it. Able to pleasure you like that, he'll definitely go around the house shirtless just to flex for a bit over the good night you had.

Speaking of being shirtless, he keeps his gloves on for a short period of time during your woohoo. Uh, why? Because the graze of the material when he runs it over your supple skin gives you the slightest yet most delectable shiver he savours watching.

The way you writhe under his grasp just like that, intensified too with how dim the lights are and how unexpected his fleeting touches would be—

Then he'll toss it away because he wants to finally grasp your flesh fully under his touch. Good shit.

Aftercare for child is,,, dependent. This decision lies mostly on you, criterias such as: a) whether you're conscious after sex, and b) whether you're conscious that you're clean after sex.

If you're too lazy or tired for cleaning up, he's uhm he's actually staying in you. Knotting. You're sleeping with a piece of him in you, so too uh totally prevent your juices from spilling hehe.

If you wake up aroused because of your circumstance, he'll happily indulge you. But he's honestly satisfied as is, so you don't have to worry about working so early in the morning.

Frustrated sex/hate sex barely happens, or doesn't happen at all. Tartaglia excels in strength in more ways that exceed your own, a huge chance he can punt you to the ground easily. And this knowledge, although thrilling, scares the man a lot.

Frustration, stress and anger is dealt off by finding someone to fight. He will not risk hurting you beyond what is pleasurable in bed.

Because to him moments together with you should be done out of love and nothing more.

He wants you to sleep in the bed remembering good memories, to dream in a blanket of positive thoughts and no remains of such horrible fragments.

It's always either top, bottom or switch right. So I present to you: all of the above. Childe likes to be on top, and if you try to dominate, he'll gladly be bottom— power bottom. Sorry honey, it's a battlefield, man's not backing down.

And finally, hands. He likes to either have your hands joined together during sex or your hands ALWAYS on him. Your squeezes and grips can ground him and he uses it to look out for his strength a lot: he uses your grip and noises to measure whether he's going too strong or too slow and will adjust accordingly.

Scaramouche NSFW Headcanons

Didn't see this one coming, did you? owo

Count: 684 words

Scaramouche is into show and tell a lot, and even before the game itself, he's making things slow and sensual in the rare moments that he has all the time in the world tonight.

He'll slowly take off his pieces of clothing one by one while maintaining solid eye contact, making sure you watch. And after his, it is his obligation to the same to you, hand gliding over the buttons and undoing them with slow yet precise movements.

He acts like a predator seducing his prey before pouncing. Urging. Manipulating. Soon enough while your senses are overwhelmed with the tingles of his hands brushing against your skin ever so slightly, you'd already found yourself on your back on the bed, fully undressed.

No, Scaramouche does not wear his fuckin hat in bed, don't ruin the mood-

Sex is like therapy to him especially with you. He uses it to get away from the world's heavy burdens and cruel machinations by drowning himself in pleasure enough to pull him away. And with this he brings you the gentleness he only ever uses when he muses or ploys under the enemy's nose.

He will divulge himself in all the details, run his hand over your ecstatic flesh: how your blood flows through your body, the bumps appearing as he passes by it, how your pulse quickens during such moments. If you look at his eyes, he looks distracted and far away, but he'll notice you staring and you'd know he's still there.

As one of his moments of relaxation, just like Childe he doesn't get violent or abusive during it. But it's not entirely impossible either, for he has moments where the frustration comes with him and he just needs a better, more brash distraction. Hot, steamy woohoo comes around when his idiot workmates do him under like the usual fuck-ups they are, lol.

Scaramouche... finds the most pleasure in overstimulation, from both sides. Short darling does not like to choose sides but he is very easy to flip over and top especially when he's still coming down from a high—

So while you top him and pound him while he's still sensitive, he's a writhing, begging mess. He's sputtering because of overstimulation, and you can do this over and over again until you know he's satisfied. How do you know he's done?

Ah, well, he flips you over and topping you for one last time with such a violent pace and a dangerous glint in his eyes. You dare make him putty, he'll do it ten times worse to you.

Scara likes bite marks on the first phase, the foreplay, or the slow and sensual phase. He doesn't like going to your neck, biting while on the peak of the sex, because it's both distracting and hard to crane so damn low like that.

The way he bites is like this: he'll first softly nuzzle his lips to your neck (his go-to spot for chomping), plant a lingering kiss, give a tentative lick then bite down. He will suck on it depending on how long he wants that hickey to stay, but there will always be ONE that stays for days. Sorry, citizen, standard procedure.

Another thing, Scaramouche is awfully quiet during sex. He doesn't hold back his noises but he ends up paying attention to yours more, aaaand he barely talks, whether it be sweet nothings or bitey remarks.

When you ask him about this the first time, the Harbinger would be pleasantly surprised because he himself didn't notice. But he could only offer a shrug and brush away the talk with a blush, stating something along the lines of 'pillow talk shouldn't be done in broad daylight.'

And so you made a hypothesis: he could be silent because he usually can't shut up like what the others said, right? Whether he quiets down from exhaustion or from guilt, you'll never find out.

After sex, he rests by leaning his ear on your chest, burying his face between your breasts. The sound is a nice lullaby enough to send him to sleep peacefully.

We all have our own interpretation of NSFW headcanons and this is just a personal thought upon breaking down their character deeper in a more psychological way lololol. May or may not be experienced on lewd stuff kek-

[spyroid101]

Do you have a design or any headcannons for Selph?

Looks-wise, they're still being a huge meanie and refusing to let my muse properly draw a full interpretation... But overall I run with the "Looks are based off the 'More NiGHTS' Emblem" bandwagon.

Oh! And some eyes!

As for headcannons, that depends on which headcanon lore I'm running with...

The simple (and initial) one was that Selph was planned to be created along the same time as Jackle, but after Jackle ended up being INVINCIBLE, to even WIZEMAN, Wizeman immediately backpedaled and mentally tossed the blueprints into the deepest darkest vaults of his mind, just in case Selph also caught the Invincibility Bug, and just never got back to them... And thus never actually got created. Basically, just an in-universe version of what happened them in the game IRL. They were dummied out.

...Aaaand then roleplaying them with @themysterioust and having fun got me ATTACHED to the jerk, and thus birthed the more complicated universe, where they DID end up getting created gdhsajdgjsa

-They're Jackle's twin. (Wizeman long discovered that you want to try and make Nightmaren in pairs. Being in solitude is how you get unbridled Nightmaren like Fenrir/Orthrus/Cerberus...)

-A shapeshifter. They can shift their form into any sentient being they've seen before, and mimic any voice they've heard.

-One limit to this, however, is their instrument. A Nightmaren's instrument is tied to their very being, so even if they transformed into NiGHTS, they wouldn't be able to play their flute. (And an instrument's music doesn't count as a 'voice' to mimic, so they can't just fake it.) -(Selph's instrument, by the by, is a violin.)

-Put all their points into charisma. They'll be your best friend, and charm you into giving them anything and everything they want from you.

-On the flip side, they're a goddman VIPER. If they decide they want to hurt you, they can and WILL find your deepest, most painful insecurities, and slowly pick and prod and scrape at them until it BREAKS you.

-And assuming you manage to NOT be fooled into thinking it's all your fault, no one else will believe you if you tell them about the bullying, as Selph has already charmed everyone else onto their side already...

-(Jackle had it... really, really, really bad... when Selph was still running around...)

-An absolute showman. Will take even the most mundane things and crank up the dramatics to 11! (Anything else is just too boring~!)

-They wish to be human. BADLY.

-After all, a human was the first step to Wizeman turning into who they are today. They want that power.

-They're currently locked up in a cage, deep in the darkest corner of the Nightmare Sea, as punishment for an attempted a plot to boost themselves to First Level status by killing and absorbing the essence of a just newly created NiGHTS and Reala.

-The plot was foiled by Jackle backstabbing them to protect his new siblings, allowing them to get caught and punished by Wizeman.

-They haven't been seen since. (Just waiting to be let out for when roleplay plot requires lol)

-(Needless to say, Jackle and Selph... very much despise each other...)

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I always have this idea in my mind with soulmate tattoos and james having one like 'the brightest' or something and thinking its for lily as the brightest witch of her age, til sirius mentions one day that his star is the brightest star in the night sky?

James's soulmark was just under his right hipbone, written upside down so that he could read it. With that location, it meant nobody had seen it. Soulmarks could be talked about, but you weren't supposed to go around showing it to people. Everyone had to cover it up if it wasn't hidden under clothes. James had it easy; his were covered by his pants, and he didn't even have to bend around weird to see it. 

The Brightest 

There was never any telling what your soulmark would be. Most people had words, but some people had pictures. Merlin himself had had a soulmark that just said his soulmate's name, but that was incredibly rare. It was always something to identify your soulmate, but it could be cryptic. 'The Brightest' wasn't the most descriptive thing ever, so James knew that he'd have to keep a sharp eye out if he wanted to find his soulmate. 

And he was sure, for about three years, that he'd struck gold. One Lily Evans, of Gryffindor House with stunning red hair and a prefect badge now pinned to her robes, was often described as the 'brightest witch of her age'. If she wasn't the best in their year, she was definitely in the top five. Along with Sirius, of course, but no one called him the brightest in their year or summat-- even though he was. 

Lily Evans, The Brightest, and his soulmate. 

The problem was that she sort of hated him-- childhood exuberance, what could you do-- and her own soulmark must be vague enough that she didn't know it was him yet. 

"Which star is Sirius, anyways?" Marlene asked one day in the common room. Marlene was funny and horribly attractive. 

James didn't like her. He also didn't like that she was effortlessly charming. Anytime he tried to be charming, he just came off as awkward and trying too hard-- according to Remus; Sirius thought he was funny. Unfortunately, Sirius also thought Marlene was charming, so. James didn't really get a win there. 

"It's part of Canis Major, and the brightest star in the sky. Except for the sun, but most people don't count it as a star," Sirius said. 

"The brightest star?" James asked, looking over from his book. He hadn't been reading it, but he'd been trying to pretend like he was. Making it clear that he'd been listening wasn't what he’d been going for when Marlene had sat down across from Sirius, but he needed to know if he'd heard that wrong. 

"Yeah," Sirius said. "Kinda makes you wonder why my parents didn't change my name when it became clear they hated me." 

Marlene had a nice reply to that, and she paired it with flipping her hair over her shoulder. 

James didn't hear what she said though, not with his mind fuzzing out so the only details he knew were his soulmark and what Sirius had just said. The brightest star in the sky. The brightest. 

Fuck. 

*

"Sirius?" James asked, both of them sat on their own beds, books open as they read the next chapter for History of Magic. 

"Yeah?" 

"We're close, right?" 

"Sure bloody hope so," Sirius said. "We live together year round. It would get kind of awkward if you hated me." 

"I don't hate you, don't be stupid," James said, rolling his eyes. 

"Invigorated to hear it," Sirius said, shooting him an amused grin. "What's up?" 

"What's your soulmark?" James asked, getting the question out quickly like it would help protect him from the backlash. 

The reaction was immediate. Sirius froze, his whole body getting tense. Parents knew your soulmark. Other family members sometimes did, depending on how close you were. Medi-wizards did, for obvious reasons, but it's not like they cared who their patients' soulmates were. Some people weren't as protective about covering their soulmarks, so you might see it in passing the locker room or summat. As far as James knew though, Sirius had always been careful to keep his covered with a thick band around his ankle. Even for people that didn't bother to keep theirs completely hidden though, it was understood that you didn't ask. 

Once people knew they were soulmates, they showed their marks to each other. You didn't ask your best friend-- no matter how close you were-- what it looked like or if you could see it. 

And the thought had occurred to James more than once over the years. He'd actually spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about Sirius over the years, but he'd sort of thought that everyone did that. Sirius was gorgeous, okay? James couldn't have been the only one that had the occasional fantasy about him, but after hearing that Sirius was the brightest star not only in its constellation, but in the entire sky, he'd had to think about it a little more. What he'd written off as pure aesthetic appreciation and teenage hormones was... well, probably not. 

Instead of Sirius telling him to bugger off or saying that he wasn't going to tell him that, he asked, "Why?" 

Aaaand that's why James was not the sole planner for the pranks. He could connect two points, but he forgot about the different offshoots the first point could have. Like with this. He'd connected that if he knew what Sirius's soulmark was, then he'd know for sure that they were soulmates. He hadn't considered that Sirius would ask him why he wanted to know before sharing anything. "Erm." 

"I'm not going to tell you if you're just being nosy, but you've never asked before, so it feels like you have a reason." 

"Of course I have a reason." 

A pause. "And that reason would be?" Sirius prodded. 

"I- so I was thinking about my mark the other day, and it's kind of ambiguous. I was so sure it was Lily because of the way everyone talked about her, but now I was thinking... maybe not." 

Sirius blinked at him. "You think I'm your soulmate now?" He sounded more than a little accusatory, and James winced. 

"I know how that sounds, but come on, Pads, think about it from my perspective from a minute. I'm pretty much convinced that this person is my soulmate because of a phrase that's open to interpretation, shutting out all other attraction and stopping to consider that I've never felt that way about her. And then, y'know," he waved a hand vaguely to show that something had happened, "I got to thinking about you, and it would make a lot more sense." 

"You're impossible." 

"So that's a no on telling me what your soulmark is. You could've sad that from the beginning, and we could've avoided all of this." 

Sirius groaned, letting his head thump forward on the textbook. 

"Okay, I really don't know what to do with that reaction." 

"How about this: we date for a little bit, and if you still think I'm your soulmate then, I'll tell you what my mark is." 

"Deal." 

*

They got three weeks in before it occurred to James that there was no reason for Sirius to have suggested them dating unless his soulmark was more straightforward. Straightforward enough that he knew it was James. And if he was that sure of it, then he'd just been waiting around for James to figure it out. A couple years ago, James might've teased him for it, but he could understand why Sirius had felt the need to be cautious; James had never really considered himself available. He'd gone straight from not caring about dating anyone, to being convinced that Lily was his soulmate. If James had been in Sirius's shoes, he wouldn't have done anything either. 

The part about it that he didn't really understand was where Sirius didn't tell him about his soulmark when he asked about it. If it was so obvious, then it would make perfect sense to tell James so that they could get together. 

And then he thought about it some more and realised that it had worked out, anyways. Sirius hadn't needed to tell him that they were soulmates. He'd said, "We date for a little bit," and left it to James to put the pieces together. Sirius really was brilliant, wasn't he? James didn't need to be told flat out that Sirius was his soulmate anymore, because he knew that it was true. Yes, he'd put the clues together until they made sense, but more than that, he'd dated Sirius, and it had felt right. Maybe a little awkward from time to time when one of them thought it was a date and the other thought the whole Marauders group was invited, but they were right where they needed to be. 

They were still mates even though they were dating too, and that meant everything to James. Maybe that's what it meant to be soulmates, for them. He's always wondered how he would know how to be with his soulmate, but now that he was there, it was the easiest thing in the world-- behind riding a broom, because, honestly. 

*

About a month and a half into dating, Sirius said, "You haven't asked me about my soulmark." 

"I know." 

"Why haven't you?" 

James smiled at him. "Because I don't need to see it to know what we are to each other." 

*

Over the summer, James showed his soulmark to Sirius. They hadn't shagged yet, and probably wouldn't for a while longer, so it was a bit awkward to pull his pants down enough to show him. Sirius was sitting next to him and not across from him, so all he had to do was look down to read it. 

"You see why I was confused?" James joked. 

Sirius snickered. "I still think it was obvious." 

"Everyone calls her the brightest witch in our year, and I didn't know that your star was the brightest in the sky, alright? And in my defense, as soon as I learned that, I figured it out." 

"You didn't already know that?" 

"Not all of us grow up learning about constellations." 

"Aww, poor baby," Sirius cooed, ruffling James's hair. 

James bat his hand away and pulled his clothes back to their usual positions. 

"Ugh, I guess that this is the part where I show you mine," Sirius groused, but he didn't look actually upset. He pulled his foot up close and unbuttoned the cuff he had covering his ankle. 

James tilted his head to get a better look at it. 

27 March 1960 

"You've got to be sodding kidding me. Really?" James asked, looking up at Sirius, who shrugged. "I get something completely cryptic, and you get my birthday. That's bollocks." 

"Hey, be happy for us. If it weren't for me knowing what was going on, you'd still be chasing after Lily's skirt." 

"I would not," James denied. "I would've caught on before that." 

Sirius snorted, putting the cuff back on. "Whatever gets you through the night, mate." 

"Be nice to me," James whined, leaning into him heavily. 

Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m always nice to you.” 

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

Oh god, best friend’s dad? I mean, it’s so tempting to say Andy Barber, right? And it depends on how much diverse you want your masterlist to be, because you’ve written like 3 (?) amazing Andy Barber series? So I wouldn’t want to make you create another universe, but then again, there is never enough stories with Andy, am I right? So, Andy Barber is a definite yes from me.

But, I would really really really love to see your interpretation of Ari.. He just looks like he’s nasty in bed, so I think he definitely would seduce (or let himself be seduced by) his child’s bestie… Like, he has no shame. He’d be so smug and so proud of himself. And also knowing you, I’m so sure you would make him even nastier. So that’s something to think about (and if you do, remember the smoking kink we’ve talked about? I wouldn’t mind seeing that in the story👀👀).

And, it’s been a long time, but I also wrote you a message that I’m curious how you’d corrupt our dear daddy Frank. I kinda feel like he would be the exact opposite of Ari. He wouldn’t want to admit to himself that he has feelings for you, and he would push you away, but at the same time, he would come onto you first, if that makes sense? (Maybe you provoked him to, led him into a trap and he walked right into it). And just for the fun of it, you would totally tease him about it, give lectures about how it’s wrong and accuse him of taking advantage of you and SKSJJSJSJ😭, you know he’s a grump just from taking one look at him, and he is an actual dad and does the parenting (unlike canon!Ari, who didn’t really seem to give a fuck about his daughter), so he wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place, to scold you, to degrade you and talk down to you, like you were a baby, and oh to have him talk to you in a condescending to you :’) I mean, not that he’d ever humiliate Mary or something, but he can let himself go when it comes to you😌.

So, in this order: Ari (because he’s one filthy mother fucker), Frank (because he’s too innocent to start something with his daughter’s best friend) and Andy (because he’s the actual loml and the way you write him? Top Tier. Cheff’s Kiss. Needs To Be Archived.)

Aaaand, I have a question if you don’t mind? Have you already considered writing for Lloyd Hansen after TGM is out? Or do you already know you won’t write for him?

The number one answer is always Andy. He’s a classic, nothing wrong with that. And if think about it, he’s the only daddy that’s a dad. It’s not our fault. But you are also correct about that! I have so many Andy stories, which I don’t mind at all. I’m just prioritizing them a little less because it’s very easy to me to write Andy. I want a little bit of a challenge, a little bit of difference sometimes. So, yes, Andy is getting a best friend’s dad smutty chapter, but he’ll probably be the last one.

Oh, and Ari? Fuckkkk. I haven’t written for him yet, but the way this is already working out??? He’s so hot. And yes, he is a father, like Andy. Butttt…come on now, we don’t gotta lie. I’m not about to sit here and say he’s wrong, but you know…he’s definitely not a good father. He’s an absent father, so it’s just not the same as with Andy. However, he has me. I’m in love. I want the hair, the beard, I want the angsty moods, I want it all. That man hasme, so his is definitely high priority. Ughhhhhhhh, smoking kink. I somehow had forgotten (but excuse me while I go make a huge ass note in my document to MAKE THIS HAPPEN!)

Oops! I forgot Frank. Oh yeah, I wasn’t originally planning on him, but it’s time. I want to write him so bad and I have a large portion of another fic I’ve already written for him that I’m just not sure if it’s going to happen. Soooo…I might just steal a little from it. Expect Frank bc shit, that man is a different kind of dad. He’s an uncle dad, which is like on a completely different level. Like he’s a dad by choice, and not even his own child! (If you haven’t figured out, I have very negative experiences with fathers, so this is just a lot for me🤣) and oh my fucking god, please Frank needs to talk to me like I’m a baby

Soooo, Lloyd Hansen. If you asked me that a few months ago, my answer would have been: ehhh, prob not. Now? NOW!? Seeing those pictures of Evans?! Fuck, I’m fucked. That’s what I’m expecting lol. Ughhh, he wasn’t supposed to look good! So, I’m not 100% sure, but let’s just say I would be surprised if I didn’t end up writing some fun little cliché spy fic (which tbh, I’ve alwayswanted to write for Steve. Some catwoman-esque shit, but sometimes plots just kinda wait and I realize they are better suited for other characters, so we shall see.)

[kerra-and-company]

hiii 25 and any ones you'd like in 6-10 for the hc asks!!

Heya and welcome to my blog; happy to have you here! :) And sounds like a plan!

25. Horses

Ah yes, the cryptids of Tyria asdkjfasf. I feel like they've got to exist somewhere, but specifically on a level of weirdness that's kinda like that regular bear the Earth king has as a pet in Avatar: The Last Airbender. Rare, for whatever reason, and just not quite meshing with the rest of everything, but definitely still there!

Aaaand guess who went on a spree and answered all of 6-10: it's your host today, Kai!

6. How does an average asura’s average day look like?

Their days tend to be centered around academics and projects. It's common to find asura either up early or staying up quite late, fiddling with something and forgetting to give themselves proper lighting because they're too focused. On average, they'd probably wake up from like 6-7 am on the regular, or whatever time is necessary for them to arrive at their college classes or job on time. (6-7 am is just me basing it off our world, but I have no idea if asura would be better or worse about letting people sleep in. Potentially the second, considering how much drive they have for science.)

Mandated breaks definitely have to be a thing for them, like we have recess and lunch for grade schoolers and a required lunch break for workplaces, otherwise both krewe leaders and teachers might not be inclined to provide them (and culturally, the rest might be inclined to let that slide, but I also think they'd be persuaded by what's more productive in the long term, which is having breaks for sure). Discussions on breaks can range from more scientific discussion to talking about goings-on in the world or their personal lives to seeing how fast Progeny A can run to that tree as compared to Progeny B.

7. How does an average sylvari’s average day look like?

They wake up (earlier if they're a dawn bloom and at least slightly later if they're not, and potentially at a specific time depending on their job), consume some nutrients (could be rations, could be snacks from that one restaurant in the Grove, could just be fruit or nectar), and proceed with the rest of their day. If they're a sapling, that involves lessons from luminaries and mentors, as well as potential training. That overlaps with Valiants, who (from what I can tell from ambient dialogue) seem to receive specific training related to their Wyld Hunts when applicable. Wardens will go on patrols, chat with the locals, and defend the territory/area they've been assigned to.

(Side note that's not relevant At All, but I am now super protective of any of the Wyld Hunt Valiant NPCs that I run into while wandering around Tyria doing stuff. I think I just interpret them as Baby, and I've thought so much about the trauma that characters like my OC Kerra experienced because of their Wyld Hunts that I just jump in to help them with whatever they're doing even if I was supposed to be doing something else. I straight-up wiped out (temporarily of course since they respawn) a bunch of the Risen in one area of Mount Maelstrom because they downed a couple of the Valiants there asldjfasdaf.)

8. How does an average charr’s average day look like?

Out of all the races, I'd imagine their days to be the most rigidly structured (because Military). Get up, grab food (side note, do the charr have mess-hall-type places, like our world's militaries or colleges, or do they just all grab food from the type of places that we can see around the Black Citadel? I feel like it has to be both), and report in to your legionnaire for duty, whatever that happens to be. Cubs' training and missions are planned out by their primus--lots of training, both physical and magical, with water and snack breaks when needed.

Also, I wonder what the exact procedure is for legionnaires and centurions reporting in? My guess would be that they have a set time every day or every couple days to check in with the leadership above them, though it can vary. For example, if an Ash warband is on a stealth mission, they won't check in in the standard sense of coming to meet the centurion in person, but they might send messages and updates to make sure everything is on track.

9. How does an average norn’s average day look like?

This has got to be the most varied. Norn are very individual, and the way they spend their days can vary from taking care of a family and a homestead (and doing all the related chores therein, or getting their children to assist) to going on long solo hunts after dangerous prey to some combination of both.

(Wait, how does the norn education system work? Do they have one? They have to have something, right? Are the kids mostly homeschooled? I imagine they'd learn more about each of the great Spirits in Hoelbrak at each of the lodges directed to them, but do they have any sort of school-place that's like how most of us would think about school? I've somehow never considered this and I'm very curious now because I haven't played norn enough to have a proper idea, so if anyone reading this has a headcanon--or knows whatever the canon answer is, if there is one--feel free to weigh in here.)

10. How does an average Human’s average day look like?

I'd say that humans are the only race that has a specific time built in for worship of their gods. I'm not sure if it'd be on one day of the week or observed in some different manner, but there's definitely a set time for it, whether it's by praying/worshipping at home or by traveling to a nearby altar to pay their respects (like the ones in Divinity's Reach) or something else entirely. Outside of that, a typical day would likely be fairly basic--wake up, have breakfast, and go to their jobs (whether it be teacher, socialite, Seraph, Shining Blade, etc.) or schools (pretty sure humans canonically have schools? if not then that's also a headcanon of mine) and follow the schedules required there.

[dementedgnomicwizard]

i want to cosplay tma but i haven't done much of it before and yours are incredible, could you suggest amy characters thatd be pretty easy to pull off?

OK THIS GOT A LITTLE RAMBLY BE WARNED BUT IM Trying my best with this very limited information and delightfully open ended question

well the really excellent part about cosplaying from podcasts is that most of the time the characters don’t have one “canon” design and are completely open to interpretation, which gives you a ton of wiggle room because the decision can be based less on “which of these canon designs do i think id suit best” and more on “which one of these concepts do i think id have the most fun trying to design and execute?” (which is the line of thinking that led me to start working on my jane cosplay, actually!) personally when i cosplay from podcasts the main goal that i’m shooting for wrt the finished product is recognizability since i’ll freely admit that there’s almost nothing like the dopamine release/validation of someone recognizing ur cosplay at a con, especially if they ask for a pic. so my advice is probably generally gonna be oriented towards how to make whatever costume u pick recognizable in hopefully the simplest and clearest way possible.

with tma obviously the human (or mostly human lol) characters are gonna be the easiest to tackle, both because they’re easier to nail down design concepts for (since they’re not the personifications of abstract concepts lol) and also because in tma the monsters/more monstrous characters tend to get pretty detailed descriptions as opposed to the humans who get virtually none.

for me personally, if i was going to start putting together a cosplay of one of the archival staff Right Now starting with things i have in my closet/room, i’d probably either go for daisy or melanie for two reasons. the first is that both in terms of what i look like and what clothes + materials i have lying around, i am (or could use said materials to make myself be) aesthetically closest to looking like my headcanons for them (wow i hope that made sense this is a weird concept to try to figure out how to word when you HAVE slept and AREN’T high so i’m Really struggling)

the second reason is that those are the two i think i (again given what clothes and materials i have on hand) could most easily make myself recognizable as.

aaaand i guess where id go from there is to think about my designs/personal headcanons for these characters. i’ve been trying to sketch my headcanons lately so they’re a little more solid in my mind than they would usually be.

here are the essential components that make a recognizable daisy when i see her in my head:

-short

-large jacket

-too-big clothing in general

-on that note, utilitarian/practical clothing

-boots

-occasionally i like to picture her wearing a shirt with a sign like one of those dog vests that says DONT PET I BITE

-i usually also picture her with some kind of facial scar or something, which as far as i can tell is pretty common in fanart as well

here are the essential components of melanie as she appears in my head:

-also short (tho not AS short, imo)

-mad as hell

-bangs

-messy (in a cool way) eyeliner

-big jacket/hoodie/sweatshirt

-dark lipstick

-ripped jeans/shorts and tights

-ghost hunt uk and/or what the ghost merch

-knife motif somehow incorporated (melanie voice whats uo with this knife motif do you have something against kniiiiiiiives)

-depending which part of the show chronologically ur pulling insp from, sunglasses/an eye bandage/scars/white pupils/etc something like that you get the picture

SO then i go through those lists/review whatever little preliminary sketch ive just done and pull out a second, shorter list which is “things from the first list that i could feasibly make happen using materials that i have or can easily obtain”

so for daisy that would be

-large jacket: i have a way-too-big army jacket i thrifted a while back

-too-big + utilitarian clothing: i have a huge pair of cargo pants and a sweater that have been waiting for this moment

-boots: i got em

-scar/s: i have latex, tissue, and a makeup kit; i can make this happen quickly and easily

and for melanie we’d have

-mad as hell: i can certainly make some faces! draw my eyebrows in a little angrier maybe even!

-bangs: recent development but i have em!

-messy eyeliner: doable

-big jacket: got plenty

-dark lipstick: got plenty x2

-ripped jeans/shorts over tights: happily, this is an essential part of my wardrobe as well as melanie’s

-knife motif: there are certainly subtler and perhaps more elegant ways to go about this but if i wanted to get in cosplay and leave the house in the next like hour.... well.... i mean we do have just like, knives! DISCLAIMER while real knives can be fun and cool for photos don’t take real knives to conventions

anyway yeah so given that i would then basically... gather the pieces needed to check off each item on the list and then get ready and hope for the best lmao.

have fun and best of luck!! im also happy to try to answer more specific questions if u have any, especially practical/technical questions (how-tos, the easiest/cheapest ways to make certain things, shortcuts, etc)

[purfectmlpblog]

...alright fuq it lemme explain my thoughts about the finale spoilers lol

Don’t worry, I WILL be posting this under a read-more so PLEASE turn away and ignore this now (especially with some “spoiler” tags on if you use ‘em) if you don’t want to be spoiled for the finale until it officially airs. I just can’t contain my thoughts no more after ponderin’ them and who knows when it’ll officially air in English (’cause slow schedules can be a pain to deal with lol) sooooo... yeah you’ve been warned xp 

...Ooooh boi, well admittedly I kinda skimmed through what the whole plot was about behind the last three episodes (I was moreso focused on all the stuff happening for “The Last Problem” so lol), but I’ll try to keep it brief for the most part:

-So... that whole thing about Grogar being the last “big bad” was just a total lie... since apparently it was just Discord masking himself as the guy just to give Twilight one last battle to face? ...Ehhh, I get that he apparently had “good intentions” but this just seems to be pushing it too far even for Discord’s standards tbh... like these are his friends now (including Fluttershy, his best friend) so why would he allow this much risk to be thrown at them for the sake of just teaching them a valuable lesson about overcoming obstacles? ._. Then again, this IS Discord we’re talking about so him pulling some shady stuff like this is to be expected, I guess? Idk...

-As another twist to the trio of bad guys... NONE of them get redeemed at the end (not even Cozy Glow... who again, is nothing more than a whiny child compared to Chrysalis and Tirek :P), as they all pretty much get blasted with the same stone spell that Discord was under for what I can presume to be forever. I mean... had Sombra been placed in Cozy Glow’s position then I guess I’d be a bit more satisfied with this kind of ending for them instead of feeling questionable about it (’cause again, Cozy’s young age ^^;)... but at the same time, for what it is it’s at least a refreshing change of pace from just having them all instantly forgiven and befriended by all the main heroes. Now that would’ve been cringey... >_<

-We got a reaaally big group of cameos from many past ponies/other creatures from the show to aid in the final battle, including Sunset and a few of the MLP movie characters like Tempest, Capper and Skystar! o.o A shame that Captain Celaeno couldn’t have been added along with them but still, pretty cool to see that particular trio regardless along with my girl Sunset ❤️ about time the main show acknowledged her importance to Twilight -.-

-Moving onto the big finale itself, “The Last Problem”, we cut ahead to I presume to be a couple decades or so since the last episode... where Twilight and her friends are all grown up and leading their own lives as Twilight’s pupil (Luster Dawn, was it?) comes to prepare herself for her own first friendship lesson. Surprisingly, unlike past finales it’s not so much a really heavy or action-packed episode but more of a “relaxing breather” kinda filler... yet still pushes the feels the more we get to see the aged-up cast and realize how this truly is the end for our heroes :(

-We’re also given a nice flashback to Twilight’s coronation as Equestria’s new leader, though it didn’t go according to plan it still provided some heartwarming feels to teach that friendships will always remain solid even if some end up moving far away. Awww ;w;.

-As for the “Grown up” designs themselves... I’m kinda torn, tbh lol

On one hand, I do like Rainbow’s, Fluttershy’s, and AJ’s older looks just fine. AJ’s especially gives me the feels looking at it ‘cause of the shawl... really hits in that poor Granny Smith is no longer around by this time :( at least she’ll always keep her memory strong in her heart ❤️

As for Twilight, Rarity, Spike and Pinkie... ehhhh ^^;. Rarity’s sparkly shawl is rather pretty though that big grey steak in her hair kinda clashes too much with the regular purple imo, Pinkie’s beehive look could’ve been fine if they just took out all that random junk in her hair, and while part of me kinda likes the “ethereal princess-y” vibes of Twilight (despite the rather dark implications that she’s gonna outlive her friends now ;-;)... the fact that she still sounds like her old dorky self when speaking kinda kills the effect for me... plus idk if only a couple decades in the future would be enough to make her this tall as an alicorn, I mean even Luna (who’s older than her) is alot shorter so it’s just a little off-putting to me to see her so “Celestia”-sized ^^;. And as for Spike... yeah, I don’t even know what’s going on there, so... let’s just move on, please lol.

So then we get to look over how everyone else in Ponyville’s doing, with so many new species living there now, some old kiddos grew up like the CMC and the Cake twins, Starlight and her friends (plus the Student 6) continuing to run the friendship school together, and apparently some canon couples started to thrive during this time too including Lyra and Bon Bon, Big Mac and Sugar Belle, and... Pinkie and Cheese? o.o 

...Um, wow lol Wasn’t really expecting that considering that most of Cheese and Pinkie’s previous screentime together (which was only in like, two episodes?) wasn’t really that romantic from what I can recall, but guess the writers decided to just throw it in anyway ‘cause it’s a popular ship? lol I mean, not like it’s a bad one or anything but it still feels a bit randomly-placed in a narrative sense imo ^^;

Speaking of their daughter (Lil Cheese, I think?), while I do think she’s cute, part of me is kinda disappointed that they didn’t really get more creative with her design like they’ve done for Flurry Heart and the Cake twins :c. Color-wise she looks okay but... why just make her a recolor of her mom’s filly design? .-. Even putting her hair in some pigtails or something would’ve worked better imo.

-Some more design nitpicks I had were certain weirdly placed hairstyles like Pumpkin Cake’s and Diamond Tiara’s, as well as why Gummy the alligator just looks like he resized into a giant than legitimately grew into an adult lol. Also this might also be nitpicky but why exactly is everyone (minus Twilight) so old-looking with grayed hair and/or eye bags (ex. Rarity and Sugar Belle), when a couple of them have school-aged children at this point? .-. Hell, even most of the Mane 6′s parents didn’t look this old (including Twilight’s, and they’ve got a granddaughter lol), so I’m kinda confused by this type of design choice tbh.

-I don’t really remember if they explicitly stated what happened to the old princesses during this time since they didn’t show up again, nor what the final fates of Shining Armor and Cadence were (save for a brief shot of Flurry Heart having her own stain-glass window in the throne room). Idk, just would’ve been nice to have gotten more explicit about that ‘cause I don’t wanna think of these poor royals being gone now with just Twilight being the leader now ;-; 

-I guess there was also a couple “implied” ships thrown in too like Fluttershy and Discord (though that one might be more “loose” to interpret, depending on how much you like the ship) and apparently AJ and Rainbow Dash seem to be having something “deeper” going on considering they specifically walked in together when all the other Mane 6 walked in individually into the throne room. Hmmm...?

-And lastly after a bit more filler and than a montage song of the Mane 6 harmonizing together one last time, we get to close off the entire episode, season, and series with one final shot of the heroes standing on a sunset-y hillside together, saying goodbye to Twilight’s student who goes off on her own friendship adventures... and then the screen fades to a book closing as a call back to the very first episode of the series over 9 years ago... where the exact same book opened up to start off our beloved show to begin with T-T

....aaaand yeah my feels exploded over again, sorry T-T. Despite the lil nitpicks I had here and there (and how I wish certain plot holes could’ve been handled better in hindsight), this was still a really sweet and thoughtful way to end MLP: FiM with one last batch of fluff like this... the end of a good 9-year run of the show which’ll surely leave a special place in every fan’s hearts, including mine ❤️

Though again, like I mentioned before I still won’t be considering any of this actually “canon” in the main universe I’m setting up, which is all basically an AU at this point since I haven’t really been keeping up with the show as frequently to care much for sticking with the main canon :p. For my fellow content creators, please don’t be afraid to keep working on your own next gens and such btw, even if some of it might be contradicted in this particular finale I’d say anyone is free to make their own interpretations however they want, canon or no canon~ ;p

  Hope y’all understand that well and I hope you guys have a great rest of your day! 😃 

[anamyoun]

I was tagged by @vibalent (thank you <3) The challenge is--- 10 songs that I never get tired of!

Well, this is my first challenge since I have tumblr, so... this is going to be strange. No particular orden, since it doesn’t change the fact that I listen to them all the time.

My musical taste is terrible, and it tends to vary... a lot. As a precaution and to avoid embarrassment, I ask you to use headphones. :S

1. Self-Inflicted Achromatic (English cover) by JubyPhonic (original by Nekobolo, I think...)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eh39VWPIj4

This song is sad and depressing, I think it describes very well the thoughts of a person suffering from depression, in my time, I found it when I was looking for Undertale animations, you can see it here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_CEHtXx4vI Somehow, it made me feel identified. Aaaand It makes me cry, especially the animation, damn sensitivity. 2. How Wonderful by Nathan Sharp (NateWantsToBattle) (DeltaRune Song) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hI7CsWFM5g8 This song is catchy, I love the melody, most of the songs that I hear are like this ^^u, It may contain some spoilers for those who didn’t play DeltaRune, so watch it at your own risk (? 3. Valiant Hearts - Devil Trigger by Casey Edwards (Cover) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjtsn8immcw Another video game song, yey. Devil May cry, baby, Well, apparently my tastes do not vary to much... I loved this cover, I think it’s better than the original.^^u 4. .hack//G.U  - Dragonbein Range Briona Gwydion by Chikayo Fukuda https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRP_3TYVahw This ost, god, brings me many memories. Not only is it reassuring, the atmosphere when you are observing the dragon in the game, leaves you breathless. This game in particular, has many ost that I love. <3 5. Sing by Travis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYO1-gGWJyo This song is old! Man, I remember hearing it when I was still in elementary school, the video seemed funny to me. With time I liked the melody and the voice of the singer. 6. Hero (Spiderman OST) - by Chad Kroeger (Nickelback) Ft. Josey Scott  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZ0-Ch3O7JI Almost everybody hates Nickelback, I don’t  want to get into that topic, however, this is by far my favorite song of the group, I remember the first time I heard it, it was a small girl and it was in the first movie of Spiderman and, also, the first time I knew the group. If you have good hearing, you can listen to the melody of a violin (in this version), I love the sound produced by that instrument. Sometimes, it comes to my mind, a possible Undertale animation with this song, but I'm too lazy to do it. XD 7.  Sue-Kiss-Sue-Kiss by - Kisuku Issa, Onoda Shou, Amaha Reiji (VAZZROCK - Play of Color4)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeIOwt1Jt44 And here comes my facet: otaku, fangirl, fan of idols anime. I would put Uta No Prince songs but they all have copyright. So I'll put this instead. It's pretty catchy, and those male voices beautiful. 8.メルティランドナイトメア (Melty Land Nightmare ) Cover by そらる (Soraru) Original by Harumaki Gohan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nn--fmLI_5E I couldn’t miss my favorite Utaite, his ikemen voice is wonderful. Well, I like it, hehe. The animation it’s so cute! and the story that tells is sad, you can see the whole plot in wiki. 9.  命ばっかり (It’s just the life)  - cover by そらる (soraru) Original by  Nuyuri https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efw3tcNmzJw Another depressive song! Why am I like this? -_-u The lyrics in the subtitles reflect very well, in my opinion, depression, not knowing what to do and being unable to make decisions. Especially with respect to following your ideals. Well, it can be given many interpretations. Soraru's voice gives a more depressing touch, in addition to the animation is made by Avogado6, I'm really fascinated by the work of that artist!

10.Tokyo Ghetto (English Cover) by JubyPhonic original by Eve  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lw9Gf_IBrN4 There's not much to say about this song, it's a catchy piece, I like vocalization. It's too fast for me to sing it, though. XD AAAAnd that's it! Obviously I have many more songs that I would like to add but, the list would be too extensive. Anyway, I challenge @merlotclover and @0alila0 --- obviously none have to do it, but that depends on you! It's fun to kill time. ^^