#also make him sluttier thanks

[insomniac-dormouse]

I like Draxum, I do, but like, he’s a scientist, a genocidal biologist/alchemist/magic guy that experiments on turtles to make super soldiers for the destruction of humanity my guy. He’s got such a noble end goal. Look at this shit on paper. Peak villain. You want a magic goat dad, and I get it, I do to. Some of you even want gay dads, and I do not turn up my nose to this at all. But to ignore the ethics that could be thrown out the window? The potential for a goat man to never respect the autonomy of his creations? The wonder of a revolutionary scientist driven to desperate terrorism? That is a fools game and I’m not playing. Let him swing that villainy around. At least for a little bit. Let him have a little attempted genocide. As a treat.

[supercutszns]

rotten to the touch; luke castellan

series masterlist

wc: 3.2k

pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader

synopsis: you’re pretty sure you’re an awful person. you’re pretty sure luke castellan is too. and you’re pretty sure you want to make out with him.

warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little dark🫣, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more ‘i can fix him’ or ‘i can make him worse’ it’s ‘he can make ME worse’

notes: this is… sluttier than my usual stuff so it’s not as good but i’m trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where you’d place her im curious :) maybe i’ll write more of her in the future she’s interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain

You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.

It’s unclear to you why you turned out this way—every reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Blood’s black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And it’s not just for show. You know you’re rotten. You know the anger will never go away.

It’s evident in the things you think about other people—the way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just don’t see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.

Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.

But everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, you’d even love Luke Castellan if you didn’t know any better.

But you do, and you don’t, and it’s complicated, okay?

Because there’s something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: he’s miserable and wicked, too.

You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when you’re picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. It’s exciting.

During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. He’s light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and he’s alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.

He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. There’s something there. A chasm he’s hopeless to fill.

Before you know it, you’re going out of your way to catch him training alone. It’s creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.

Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. It’s almost . . . longing.

Wherever she is, you’re pretty sure Aphrodite’s having a cosmic fucking laugh. And you’re sure she’s laughing double tonight.

The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. You’re definitely of age to be a counsellor, but you’ve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D don’t know what to do with you. You’re sure you’ll be kicked out of camp soon for good.

But you’re here anyways, for a reason you don’t want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And you’re fucked. You’re so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.

An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. “Hey, sorry, you want a drink?”

“Fuck off, you idiot,” you snarl.

You wait for her to leave. She doesn’t. “You know, you don’t have to be so mean all the time,” she says evenly. “If you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.”

“Have you ever thought that I’m not being mean? Maybe I just am.”

You glare at her. She looks you up and down. “Sure,” she shrugs, walking away. There’s a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesn’t soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.

The night drones on. You’re sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And you’re sick of yourself. You can’t believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you don’t even know why. He’s fascinating, and you resent him, and he’s also beautiful. But he’s looked back at you all of three times tonight and you’re sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.

Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.

To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. There’s a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it won’t matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?

They stars only get brighter. It’s probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, “Oh, fuck you,” to them. It’s not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. “Fuck you. Fuck off!” You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:

“I’m guessing you’re not having a fun night.”

You whirl around. It’s hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.

“Yeah, me neither,” Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.

Even when he’s close enough, you don’t say anything. If you do, you’re afraid it’ll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.

The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since you’ve been funny.

He nods at the sky. “Those things don’t talk. You do know that, right?” He’s still so captivating, so self-assured, even when there’s no one around but you.

“Gods, you’re the worst,” you scoff. You really mean it, so you can’t look him in the eye.

“Then why have you been staring at me all night?”

It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.” He cocks his head to the side, adding, “Actually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you don’t think you’re being subtle.”

You huff. “Okay, if we’re really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!”

His hands shot up like he was being arrested. “Hey, I never said I minded it. A guy’s . . . just gotta wonder. What’s up with you spying on me when I’m training alone, anyways?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You watch me when there’s nobody else around. I’m not blind. It’s weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what you’re looking at, at least be upfront about it.”

You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. “You didn’t answer my question about why you started staring at me first.”

The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.

“People think you’re mean,” Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like he’s choosing them all with care. “You’re rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think you’re awful.” Again, he looks you over. “I’m not so sure.”

“If I’m awful, then you’re awful,” you spit before he can say anything else.

He just shrugs. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m not sure.”

It’s irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but it’s too far back. Simmering. “Jesus,” you mutter, “You’re worse than me.”

He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. “What?”

“You’re a pretender—that’s what you are.” It’s your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. “Look at you. Everyone loves you. You’re this perfect golden boy and you’re sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know it’s one giant lie. At least I’m honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you don’t have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. We’re the same, but I’m the only one getting shit for it.”

Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also can’t remember the last time you saw him lose one.

But when you play, you play to win.

“You don’t know that,” he dares.

“Oh, I do. You’re rotten, Castellan,” you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. “And you’re not owning up to it, so you’re also a coward.”

However scathing you look, it isn’t enough. If anything it only makes Luke’s manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe that’s why you don’t slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.

He tilts his face towards you, grinning, “Then why do you want to kiss me?”

All right. What the fuck. It feels like you’ve been electrocuted.

“What the—what are you talking about?” You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because there’s something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’d like to read his just as much.

He cocks his head. “I mean, you did call me pretty,” he teases, and it’s almost endearing. “You’re pretty like this too.” His other hand comes up to your face, and you’re surprised you don’t flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. “Don’t call me a coward, heathen. Then we’ll both be embarrassed.”

The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. “You don’t want to kiss me, Luke,” you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.

“You’ve gotta stop telling people what they want,” he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. “One of your more disagreeable qualities.”

His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.

“One of?” You challenge.

“You let me make out with you and I’ll give you a whole list.”

You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. “What a charmer you are.”

His lips brush yours. “Well, that’s what makes me so rotten, isn’t it?”

There’s hardly time to unravel if that’s a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.

His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. You’re warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know he’s thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.

His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and you’re pretty sure he’s admiring it. You don’t complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like he’s testing the waters. “You’re so nice like this,” he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. “If only people could see you.”

“Then they’d see how mean you are too, no?” You huff. “You don’t want that.”

Another kiss to your jaw. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, it’s so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. You’re not supposed to want things. Worse, you’re not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that you’d kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.

He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. You’re pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.

“Easy, heathen,” he reprimands in your ear, and you know he’s still smiling.

“Don’t—don’t call me that.” You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.

He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. “Hard to when it makes your face do that,” he goads. “I thought it was impossible for you to smile.”

“Be quiet.” You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.

He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, “Yes ma’am.”

Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.

It’s a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and you’re both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesn’t matter yet. Now you’re just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and it’s the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. “So sensitive,” he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.

He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. You’ve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.

After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. “Party’s letting out,” you mutter.

“What a damn shame.” His hand rubs your jaw, and it’s too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.

“Is now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?” You ask once you’re ready to look at him again.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Actually, I came up with more since I said that so I’m pretty sure it’ll take more than one night.” He fakes a wince, “Might have to spread it out for a few days.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, you ass.”

“I’ll give you one for starters.” You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. “Your hands are too cold.” They’re tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You don’t move them. “And,” he adds, “you’re incredibly crass.”

“Thanks, dipshit.”

“Thank you for proving my point, heathen.”

The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. “You meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?” He raises his brows.

The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps they’re hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Even though I’m rotten?” You ask, and there’s an echo of mischief in your voice, too.

He’s got a strange expression when he looks at you. “That’s not true.”

He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. It’s slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until you’re pretty sure there’s blood. “Luke,” you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.

After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know you’ll see him tomorrow.

He says, “You’re not rotten. You’re right.”

And damn it, you really do believe him.

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

This aventio thing made me laugh so I had to share: in the final victor light cone we see both ratio and aventurine wearing different outfits. That means that they *both* used to dress differently before meeting the other, and then, for SOME REASON, after meeting each other and knowing they’d be working closely together from then on and seeing more of each other. They. They *both* simultaneously decided that they *needed* to start dressing sluttier and showing more skin. Both of them added chest windows??? I’m,,,,

Afkagskagska yes I noticed that too, it's so hilarious! One thing about it that makes me laugh too is that's it's Ratio who won the "showing the most skin to impress my crush" contest. I mean, Aventurine went for the chest window + pulled back sleeves to reveal his forearms, meanwhile Ratio opted for windows on his left side in addition to the chest window, AND chose to leave his left arm bare, which just so happens to reveal his well-defined muscles. Honestly I'm just cackling at the idea of him going through the thought process of how much clothing he can forego to catch Aventurine's eye while still looking the part of a respectable searcher. Also, Aventurine would absolutely pretend to the people around him that his sudden change in clothes is part of an ongoing gamble of his, which isn't technically false per se, but he would just let them assume if he's talking about Penacony or another of his IPC assignments, because he sure as hell isn't letting anyone see through his facade. Also now I'm thinking about their second meeting, and how they would both be secretly flustered and trying to discreetly peek at the other's chest window.

As always thanks a lot for the ask, it was really fun to think about the implications behind their new clothes!

[southerngothicchic]

King Steve's Halloween Party

18+

You looked yourself over in your vanity mirror. Your eyes traveled from your teased hair, to the sparkly eye makeup that enhanced your eyes, then to your costume. It might have been kind of basic to go as a witch, but yours was a sluttier version of the classic Halloween costume.

Your tight, black dress exposed just the right amount of cleavage, but it was shorter than you were comfortable with, so you wore matching fishnets underneath. You usually didn't wear such revealing clothes, but it was Halloween and you also wanted to show off a bit for the host of the party you were going to later.

You smiled as you thought of him, and how he personally invited you to his party, last week during English. He had chosen the desk behind yours at the start of the semester and struck up a conversation with you almost immediately. You tried to resist his charms, as his reputation definitely preceeded him.

You proved an easy target, though, as you soon looked forward to seeing him every day and his perfect hair and plump lips.

You wondered when he'd finally ask you out, and that moment came when he invited you to this party.

The honking of a car's horn snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly slipped into your black heels and grabbed your witch's hat and purse, before hurrying out of your room.

Excited screams could be heard from your friends as you approached the car.

"Damn, you really went all out for Steve, didn't you?" Your best friend Lauren teased, as you slid into the passenger seat.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you deflected, while she narrowed her eyes.

"Come on, we all know you have the hots for him," your other friend Nikki interjected, from the backseat.

"Is it that obvious?" You asked, turning to look at her.

"Yes!" The two girls said in unison, before laughing.

You blushed, while also laughing. You couldn't help your crush on him, but if it was that noticeable to them, then he probably picked up on it, as well.

A nervous pit formed in your stomach during the drive to Steve's house. You wondered what he would be dressed as, if he decided to dress up at all. You knew he'd look good no matter what he wore. He was so effortlessly handsome, it bordered on annoying.

After Lauren parked down the street, you all walked the short distance to his house. She was dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland, while Nikki was dressed as an equally slutty vampire.

Lauren could sense your anxiety and nudged your arm. "Don't worry, he's gonna love your costume."

"That's what I'm nervous about," you confessed. "What if he likes it too much?"

"Isn't that what you were going for?"

"Yeah, just...I don't know."

"Relax," Nikki said, draping her arms over yours and Lauren's shoulders. "You already know he likes you, so hopefully he'll get so turned on, he'll want to fuck your brains out."

You laughed at her crudeness. "That was oddly comforting, thanks."

"That's what I am, oddly comforting, " she also laughed.

The three of you finally reached Steve's doorstep and the thumping music could already be heard. After stepping inside his house, you were instantly greeted with the sounds of drunken cheers and overwhelmingly loud music.

"Come on, let's go find the kitchen and get some drinks," Nikki loudly suggested, leading both you and Lauren further into the house and into the sea of people.

You couldn't believe you were actually in Steve's house, at one of his famous parties. Your anxiety then crept back in at the thought of seeing him. You tried to calm yourself the best you could, as you followed your friends into the kitchen.

There were several makeshift coolers sat out on the counters with different drinks to choose from. As you were chatting away to Lauren, you heard a familiar voice greet you.

"Ladies, I'm glad you all could make it."

The three of you turned around and were met with the sight of Steve dressed in a white bedsheet. It was tied over one shoulder, revealing his tan skin. You averted your eyes from the tiny glimpse of chest hair, as the sight of it made you feel faint.

"And what are you supposed to be? Caesar?" Nikki asked, mockingly.

"Its a toga, from Animal House, obviously," he replied, matter of factly.

"Oh, obviously," she nodded, trying not to laugh.

He rolled his eyes before focusing his attention on you.

"You...look gorgeous," he softly complimented, stepping closer to you.

"Yeah? You like it?" You asked, smiling up at him.

"I do, it's very sexy," he said, sliding his arm around your waist.

You hoped he couldn't see how he was making you blush.

"Why don't we go see who all's here," Nikki interjected, taking you by the arm and gently pulling you away from Steve.

"I'll see you later," you called to him, over your shoulder.

"Count on it," he smiled.

Before you could say anything, Nikki explained, "You can't seem too desperate, you need to make him want you."

"Judging from how he was looking at me, I think he already does," you challenged, as you both reentered the living room.

"Well, yeah, but you need to play hard to get for a little while. Make him beg for it."

"You are just a fountain of knowledge tonight," Lauren then intervened.

"Let's just say I have experience with guys like him," Nikki defended. "I know how they think."

You remained at your friend's sides for most of the night, much to Steve's dismay. You caught him in your periphery staring at you, but he would always look away whenever you glanced towards him.

At one point, you had become separated from Lauren and Nikki and found yourself talking to two football players.

Steve noticed and started making his way over to you.

"Sorry guys," he apologized, once he appeared at your side. "Can I steal her away for a minute?"

He then slipped his hand into yours and led you away from them. Your skin tingled at the feeling of him holding your hand.

He sat on an unoccupied couch, in the den, and pulled you down, onto his lap.

"You shouldn't talk to those meat heads for too long, you'll lose braincells," he warned, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thanks for rescuing me then, I guess," you laughed, draping your arm around his neck.

"Well, one of my duties as a good host is to make sure all my guests are looked after," he smiled.

"Oh..." you sighed, as he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek.

His hand rested on your thigh and lightly squeezed as he continued kissing you.

"So, like, you weren't jealous or anything?" You shakily asked.

"What if I was?" He softly asked, turning your head so you could meet his gaze. "I wanted the prettiest girl at the party for myself, and got tired of waiting."

His lips brushed yours, teasingly, before he kissed you. His lips felt amazing, tasting like a combination of beer, tobacco and mint. You didn't care, though, because it was Steve Harrington.

His hand moved up your thigh, under your dress. His fingertips teased you through your tights, making you whimper. You closed your legs and trapped his hand there.

"So shy," he breathed, against your lips. "You don't like it when I put my hand up your dress out in the open, like this? Where anyone could see?"

You shook your head.

"Good. Let's go somewhere more private, then."

"Ok," you quietly agreed.

"You're going to have to open your legs first," he smirked.

You felt a familiar heat rising to your cheeks when you released his hand from between your thighs.

He then led you upstairs, to his room. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out everything else around you.

Once he opened his bedroom door, you walked in first and went to sit at the foot of his bed. He couldn't keep the smug look off his face as he closed and locked the door.

You slipped your heels off and leaned back on your hands. He turned and crossed the short distance to you.

He also took off his shoes, before standing in front of you. You looked up at him, as his hand cupped your chin. He could feel himself getting even harder as his eyes traveled your face, then your chest.

"You look so fuckin' hot tonight," he breathed. "I bet you wore this just to drive me crazy, didn't you?"

You shrugged.

He licked his lips. "I know you did, angel."

He placed his knee beside you, on the bed, and leaned forward, causing you to lay back. He hovered over you, eyes darkening with lust. His hands then pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned in close.

He ghosted his lips over yours, before kissing you deeply. A slight whimper escaped your lips when he licked his way into your mouth. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to touch him in some way, and he knew it.

His lips then trailed kisses to your jaw, then to a spot just underneath it. He lightly sucked on your skin, leaving a small purple bruise, in his wake, as he continued his descent down your neck.

You writhed underneath him, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache between them. You felt him smile against your shoulder, before kissing it.

He glanced up at you, satisfied smirk on his lips as he kissed his way across the tops of your breasts. He then released his hold on your wrists and your hands immediately went to his hair.

He moaned at the feeling of your fingers running through his sculpted locks.

"I fucking love this dress, but I want it off," he breathily demanded, looking up at you.

"If my costume's coming off, yours is too, Harrington," you replied, your eyes challenging his.

"Fair enough," he grinned.

"You'll have to unzip me," you added, as he sat up.

"With pleasure, angel."

You also sat up and turned, revealing the back of your dress.

He happily grasped the zipper and slowly unzipped it. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your bare back. His lips were soon pressed to the back of your neck, then to all the newly exposed skin.

You gasped slightly at the feeling of his wet lips on your skin. He placed his large hands on your shoulders and pushed the straps of your dress, off your arms.

"God, you're so beautiful," he lamented, as he kissed across your back.

Your dress was pushed down to your waist as his hands made their way to your bare breasts. You sighed his name as he cupped them and lightly squeezed.

Before he let himself get too carried away, he leaned in close to your ear and instructed you to lie back.

You turned your head to the side, capturing his lips in a kiss. Your hand snaked back into his hair, as you held him in place.

He eagerly reciprocated your kiss, with soft moans leaving his lips. He ended it sooner than either of you would've liked, but he really wanted to feel your skin pressed against his.

He stood up, hastily untying the knot at his shoulder. You did as he instructed and lay back on the bed, watching him. He was having trouble getting it untied, but the sheet eventually pooled at his feet. He was left in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that made your mouth water.

Seeing his muscular thighs made you even hotter for him. Everything about him like this was appealing.

He crawled back onto the bed and hovered over you again.

"I've fantasized about having you here, like this," he confessed, leaning in close. "All those times in class, all I could think about was getting you into my bed-" He paused to kiss you. "-And making you scream my name all night long."

You whimpered at his confession, lightheaded at the thought of King Steve actually fantasizing about being with you.

He then kissed you hungrily, rendering you thoughtless. It held such intensity that you felt yourself melting into the mattress.

"Don't tell me you haven't had similar thoughts about me..." he panted, pulling away only to catch his breath.

"I have," you answered, meekly. "I wondered what it would be like to feel your lips on mine..."

"And did it live up to your expectations?"

You nodded. "They felt even better than I ever could've imagined."

"Imagine how good they'll feel when I kiss other parts of your gorgeous body," he breathed, against your lips, before kissing you again.

"You've also fantasized about that too, right? Having my head between your thighs, my tongue lapping at you..." he continued, in between kisses. "And my fingers fucking your pretty pussy..."

"Y-Yes," you sighed, already unraveling at his words.

"I knew it," he grinned. "I knew you pretended to be all innocent at school, when you were secretly dying for me to fuck you."

"To be fair, that's what, like, half the girls at school also want..."

"Yeah, but I don't care about them. You're the girl I've had a crush on all year, so..." he then revealed.

You smiled. "You really like me that much?"

"Obviously," he also smiled, making you giggle.

You pulled him into a kiss and each of your smiles faded as it became more lustful.

His hand glided down your body, stopping at the waist of your tights. He slowly moved lower and cupped you through the sheer fabric. You gasped into the kiss, making him smile.

He then raised his hand back up and slipped it underneath both your tights and panties. He ran his finger over you and lowly moaned.

"Fuck, angel, you're so wet for me..." he breathed. "I didn't know you liked me that much..."

"Sure you didn't," you remarked, as he gave you a look.

"Yeah, you're right. I already knew you had it bad for me," he continued, before kissing you again. "You practically had hearts in your eyes every time you looked at me."

"You're cute, what can I say?"

"I think there's more to it than that, angel," he replied, sitting up and sliding down your body to take off your tights.

You raised your hips to help him pull them down your thighs. Once he had them off your legs, he held your leg and pressed kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh.

You whined and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was much stronger and only tightened his hold on you.

He smirked up at you, his face now between your legs. He pressed a kiss to your panties, moaning into it.

"I want to make all your fantasies come true tonight, angel," he softly began, his voice dripping with lust. "Starting with this."

He quickly pulled the dainty fabric down your thighs and tossed them somewhere in the room.

You felt the sudden urge to close your legs, feeling too vulnerable, too exposed to him. He placed his hands on your thighs, spreading and keeping them open.

"Still so shy..." he mused. "You don't need to be shy around me, honey, I only want to make you feel good."

He looked up at you, eyes darkening with desire.

"I'll stop if you want me to, ok?" He said, his thumbs lightly caressing your skin.

You nodded.

He smiled before parting your lips with his tongue. You gasped his name as he just lapped at you, to start.

"Oh angel, you're even sweeter than I imagined..." he panted. "Like the best fucking dessert."

His words sent your head spinning along with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

He licked and sucked on you, while your hips bucked underneath him. Your back arched and your fingers clawed at his scalp as he ate you out.

You whimpered when he slipped two fingers inside you, and began pumping them vigorously. He was starting to lose his hold on your legs, as you kept writhing and squirming.

"S-Steve..." you breathed, when you felt him add a third finger.

"I need to get you ready for me, honey. I don't want it to hurt when I fuck you," he breathlessly explained.

You threw your head back, against his pillows and alternated between moaning curses and his name.

He glanced up at you, then slowly withdrew his fingers. He sat up, on his knees and placed them between his lips.

You watched, dazed, as his eyes rolled back as he sucked on them.

"Christ, honey, you have the sweetest pussy," he smiled, crawling over your body.

His face hovered above yours, just gazing at you and how pretty you looked, already a mess from his affections.

"How're you feeling?" He then quietly asked, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Pretty good," you smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"Good, but I wanna make you feel even better," he replied, against your lips.

He then kissed you slowly, passionately. He let his body fully engulf yours, by pressing more of his body weight against you. He fully overwhelmed your senses now, with the scent of his cologne and hairspray, almost suffocating you. It was like he was too close, yet still not close enough.

"You ready for me, angel?" He softly asked, his lips brushing your cheek.

"Yes, I need you," you replied, bashful.

"I need you, too," he breathed, into another kiss. "I'm literally aching for you."

You sighed into his kiss, unsure if you'd be able to handle sex with him, mentally or physically.

He climbed off the bed to take off his shorts, which at this point, left little to the imagination.

You bit your lip at the sight of his throbbing length, now knowing all the stories you heard about him were true.

He fished a condom out of his nightstand and quickly tore open the foil packaging. He then rolled it onto himself before climbing back onto the bed.

He positioned himself between your legs and pressed his body against you once more. You had to resist gasping, as it felt like all the air was being pushed from your lungs, and nothing had even happened yet.

His hand then stroked your cheek while he gazed at you, softly.

"Are you ok?" He asked, with traces of a smile.

"Yeah, this is just one of those moments I never thought would happen," you admitted. "Its surreal, you know?"

He nodded. "I get it. I know how my reputation makes me sound, but I'm really not that much of an asshole."

"I hope not," you laughed.

"If you give me another shot after tonight, I'll prove it to you," he replied, hopeful.

"I'm pretty sure you've already guaranteed yourself another shot with me," you smiled.

He bit his lip before pressing his lips to yours. Your hands immediately went to cradle his face as he slowly eased himself into you.

You hadn't felt anything like this before, as he was definitely bigger than anyone you'd been with.

You each moaned into the others mouths as he pushed himself all the way in.

"Fuck..." he breathed, in a drawn out breath. "How's it feel, is it too much?"

"N-No, it's good..." you said, ragged.

"Yeah?" He asked, as he slowly moved his hips.

"Yes...oh S-Steve..." you gasped, already overwhelmed by him.

"You feel so good, honey.....fuck..." he praised, thrusting a little faster.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to push himself even deeper.

You were now truly gasping for air, as he was so deep inside you, and thrusting even faster.

He buried his face in your neck, leaving new love bites, as he relished how you took every inch of him.

"Still good, angel?" He asked, his voice muffled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, so fucking good...don't stop, please..."

"Oh, I won't..." he replied, breathless.

Sweat covered your bodies as you each worked up to your releases. He licked the perspiration from your neck, up to your ear, illiciting an obscene moan from you.

" Kiss me..." you pleaded, not caring how needy you sounded.

He immediately pressed his lips to yours for a wet kiss. You licked the sweat from his upper lip, which made him shudder.

"You're so fucking hot, oh my God," he breathed, before deepening his kiss.

His thrusts became sloppy and erratic, signaling he was close. You held him impossibly close as you neared your release. One hand was in his hair while the other was gripping his sweaty shoulder.

After a couple thrusts, you came undone around him, pulling him into a kiss, to muffle your cries of pleasure.

His kiss was equally sloppy as you sent him over the edge. He breathed praises mixed with your name, against your lips, as he kept fucking you, until he couldn't anymore.

Once the waves of pleasure washed over him, he stilled, on top of you. He pressed his forehead to yours, while breathing heavily.

"Shit...that was way better than any fantasy could ever be," he panted.

"It was," you replied, dreamily.

He then gazed into your eyes.

"You were amazing," he praised, as his hand cupped your cheek. "I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but that was the best sex I've had in a long time."

Your brain short circuited as you processed what he said.

"Really?" You questioned, as your eyes searched his for any trace of insincerity.

"Yeah, see, I knew you wouldn't believe me..."

"Its not that I don't believe you, I'm just surprised," you clarified, smoothing a hand through his hair.

"I guess I should've expected that, considering that it's me and everything," he replied, deflated.

"Steve, look at me," you softly instructed.

His eyes warily met yours.

"I believe you."

You then pulled him into a kiss, repeating that over and over, against his lips. He reciprocated your kiss and deepened it.

"Wait one second," he breathed, before pulling out of you, making you wince.

He carefully pulled the condom off and discarded it in a nearby trash can. He then returned to you, pulling you to his side.

"I knew there was something special about you," he revealed, as his hand gently stoked your hair.

You smiled, as you looked up at him.

"You'll be good for me," he continued, "in more ways than one."

"Does that mean THE Steve Harrington is now a one woman man?" You playfully asked, making him laugh and roll his eyes.

"Maybe," he smiled, "though I'll need to take you on a proper date first, I think."

"You mean this didn't count?" You pressed, with an exaggerated pout.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want you think that's the only reason I wanted to see you tonight..."

His insecurity crept back in causing you to lean in and kiss him.

" I know how you feel about me," you quietly said, gazing into his troubled eyes. "I know your feelings for me go deeper than just hooking up at one of your parties."

"Like I said, you'll be good for me," he smiled before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

[bluegekk0]

hi I drew you blorbos

sorry Grimm has been italized I'm so gay I can't draw anyone standing straight

also how I imagine how them meeting for the first time went (memey flavour)

Ahhh oh my god I love these so much!!! I keep staring at the Grimm drawing... I absolutely love how you've depicted him omg. He's meant to have a very imposing stature, and you captured that perfectly! I particularly love how you drew the legs, and the way you did the torso gives him a really nice silhouette (though I'm sure if he saw this depiction he'd ask you to make the waist and hips even sluttier bahahah)

And don't worry about the gay part, his whole look is meant to scream "gay", his bisexual energy oozes through 24/7 so the more flamboyant the pose the better hahah

Also oh my god that meeting is 100% accurate. This is pretty much exactly how I imagine it, Grimm being his flirty self and trying to hit on FPK, who's going through 3 breakdowns simultaneously and desperately needs a nap. A beautiful start to their relationship indeed.

(Also shoutout to the FPK doodle on the left. The awkward pose and the question marks really capture his confused crumbled tissue aura)

Thank you so so much for these!! I know I'm gonna stare at that Grimm for a long time. He looks so good...

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Thank god they still have the weird ass Doctor Who photoshoots

(That are kinda perfect in a way)

Also did they somehow make him sluttier?

[lizzypuppet1711]

things about toronto’s production of the great comet at crow’s theatre/musical stage co that i need everyone to know about because i am obsessed with this show.

as of writing i have seen this show five times.

very long under the cut:

full cast listed here. at time of writing, donna garner replaces louise pitre as marya, tyler pearse replaces lawrence libor as dolokhov, and ben carlson replaces marcus nance as andrey/bolkonsky. currently i’ve seen the og cast four times and the replacements once.

the stage is set up with seats on three out of four sides, with front rows at tables, back of house left and right sides at barstools, and a small balcony with some seats on house right. there are balconies on either side, with a revolving platform in the middle of the stage (revolving by being pushed by cast members or stagehands). seats around 200 people or so.

the actors are EVERYWHERE. it is so incredibly immersive

the music is very punchy

during prologue, everyone is taking shots as they’re introduced, except dolokhov, who drinks straight from the bottle and sprays it into the air

i’m a dolokhov girlie through and through and once he nodded hello at me during the prologue and i legit swooned

mary is walking around holding a program showing off the family tree, actors will point to them on tables etc

once anatole pointed at his face on it, pointed to himself, all in a very flirty manner

he winked at me during prologue once and i’m still thinking about it

evan buliung is acting his ass off as pierre

he is definitely is more gruff and acting focused (think dave malloy over josh groban)

at “hours at my screen”, pierre takes an audience member’s phone (from one of the tables… or once out of someone’s hands LMAO) and mimes tapping, scrolling through it etc

two stagehands move things on and offstage (such as the sofa, church props etc) and they are also in little costumes. it’s very adorable

dolokhov’s little soldier walk thing??? during moscow????? i’m sure there’s a reason for it bc both of them do it but i have no clue why it’s there???? love it tho

heeyun park as mary is also acting her damn heart out

private and intimate life has a faster tempo and is SUCH a banger as a result

an audience member gets briefly pulled up on the platform to be the cheap french thing, he typically kisses up their arm, hugs them, and sometimes sits on their lap a bit

pierre is playing the tambourine in the background during natasha and bolkonskys and it is honestly kind of funny

hailey gillis plays natasha very emotional and headstrong. her no one else has a sense of urgency, desperation, and deep longing

the platform is spinning and people are walking around and she is singing like an angel…

basically i want to be hailey gillis when i grow up

actors are rotating the platform during no one else and it ends with andrey standing behind her and pierre standing in front of her. no one talk to me i’m losing it

as the run has continued, dolokhov’s adlibs during his intro in the opera have increased drastically

lawrence libor as dolokhov had such an air and presence (rizz?) about himself i cannot DESCRIBE. the comphet he gave me… i miss him v much. he was also very much giving toronto mans. and he made SO MUCH eye contact. he loves to look at you. i miss him. i need him. who said that

tumblr theatre girlies you would go insane over lawrence libor. if this show had ANY b roll footage i know i would be seeing edits all over the place

i am president of the lawrence libor fan club and everyone should join me

tyler pearse as dolokhov has heavy frat boy energy. he is also gayer, and somehow, sluttier. gives short king energy despite only being an inch shorter than lawrence (apparently)??? don’t ask bc i don’t know either he just does. anyway thank u tyler pearse for making dolokhov bisexual for real

either way dolokhov is doing SO MUCH in this production. he is wild he is a whirling dervish he is arrogant he is a bastard he is everything to me

“YEAH BABEY LETS GOOOOOOO” -lawrence libor as dolokhov, upon his entrance

in one performance he would go YEAH BABEY three separate times in act 1. yeahh

flirting with a girl in the balcony, dabbing up a guy in the balcony, generally being hilarious

and tyler pearse leaning over the balcony, rose in his mouth, wolf howling… i can’t.

basically i can’t with this production’s dolokhov. i’m obsessed

anatole’s entrance… he’s a whore. all i can say

rita dottor (ensemble) does the high soprano bravooooooo and she always sounds so fantastic. live laugh love rita dottor

george krissa, who plays anatole, is probably the most attractive man in ontario. like if you googled hot guy he would be the first result.

“where did they find this anatole. was he made in a lab or something. he was perfect” — my friend after seeing it

tumblr theatre girlies you would also be obsessed with george krissa. like jeremy jordan andrew rannells level obsessed. please love these toronto actors with me

i’d let him ruin my life ANY DAY. it is a fact that lesbians love george krissa. i hope he knows

the way he plays it… my friend described it like “lucas steele is like an alien david bowie, and george krissa is a bridgerton man. just a very charismatic, but normal, guy”

while i would say that lucas steele’s anatole believes he is truly in love with natasha, i would not say the same for george krissa’s. some of the manipulation happening here during the opera is. quite clear

when he is entering the box natasha struggles to open her fan, fans herself frantically, under the arms etc. then when he enters immediately shifts to fanning in a cool and collected manner. hailey gillis master of comedy

“we are speaking of most ordinary things” is especially like. this is a male manipulator if i’ve ever seen one

natasha lost was added back in!! fantastic obviously

anatole checking his hair in the mirror before waking pierre up. fucker

“look dolokhov’s coming around… and we’re off to the CLEURB”

brendan wall (ensemble) walking around during the club scene with a glowstick necklace on is peak comedy to me

i’ve said it but tyler’s dolokhov is an absolute slut at this scene. and for what AND FOR WHAT!!!!

also fun tidbit but all the glasses (other than shots) and any clear bottles have real liquid in them. i am very concerned something will spill one day

when dolokhov gets right up in the audience’s face during “known only to his intimates” i LOVE it idk

during the duel, marya and rita steal off to house left directly beside the barstools and chatter about how bad of an idea this is, they’re so drunk, etc

special shout out to divine’s “he will kill you STOOPID HUSBAND” so good

dolokhov’s adlibs during the duel… i need him. sorry

dolokhov gets shot in the side rather than his shoulder, and unceremoniously rolls off the platform as it’s moving. looks painful

hélène screams when dolokhov is shot but not pierre. so much to think about here

a life changing dust and ashes from evan. i can’t describe anything more just that he’s incredible. i’ve learned so much about acting just by watching him a few times

natasha’s face at “am i guilty…” breaks my heart she is so tormented

we are canadians we are going to pronounce our french correctly! no more charmantay

hélène has started adding some very fun runs into charming as the run has gone on. divine brown marry me

anatole is shirtless during charming. btw.

again i know he’s gay and i’m gay but.

the entirety of this rendition of the ball has been stuck in my head since december

his “don’t lower your eyes i love you” that whole section is delicious i want to eat his voice

plus “BEWITCHING AND I LOVE YOUUU” UGHHH such an ear worm but only when it’s their voices

the choreo going on here is very nice btw

i love the way he says natalie at this part idk. it’s not overly enunciated and the vowel is just right <— vocal nerd

the kiss feels like it lasts forever

music gets very very loud at the end and you can feel it in your skin

also fun fact the house music before and after the show is orchestral but during intermission it’s electronic. bc. anatole. gah details

when marcus was still in the cast you could really hear his voice during letters and it sounded sooooo.

dolokhov’s stupid little thumbs up to indicate he will be ok. pleaseee. i laughed i did

generally lawrence would grab at the place he was shot at a lot; while pushing the revolve etc. loved that detail. (tyler does too but less so)

sonya and natasha just sounds so great. like they just always sound fantastic i love that song

sonya alone. yes i am weeping. yes camille eanga-selenge is everything i want to be and more. she’s phenomenal

dolokhov sitting in a big fuckin chair at the beginning of preparations just absolutely clearly regretting every decision he’s made to facilitate this. is great.

i know i keep talking abt lawrence libor but the image of him at this part is just. really great. to me. sorry

very campy and exaggerated scowling and grimacing from anatole

dolokhov is so sick of anatole’s shit

“here feel how it beats” is NOT entertained he pushes him back immediately

lawrence dolokhov’s “dawdling” business was him tuning his guitar i miss musician dolokhov sooooo much gah

balaga truly does not sing any of his lines. he is basically yelling the entire time. i don’t know how he does it. it’s chaotic and hilarious and so fun

sonya and mary hand out the egg shakers on house right and left respectfully

near the end of balaga, four audience members are brought up to dance with the cast! (i got to dance with mary once!)

dolokhov writhing on the floor during anatole’s long held note thank u

during the goodbye section, anatole comes around to said audience members and interacts with them; dancing with them, booping them on the nose etc, and at “kiss me one last time”, invites a lucky audience member to kiss his cheek. (this once, was me. yup. still processing it.)

once he accidentally knocked someone’s egg shaker from their hand, dolokhov picked it up, laughed, gave it a shake, and handed it back, and yes i’m still thinking about it

when they sit down, balaga and dolokhov will sit on the house right stairs, though once there was an empty seat nearby so dolokhov wedged his way in between two people, guitar and all. so fucking good

anatole will squeeze himself between two audience members on house left, put an arm around each, and look around at everyone sitting in that area, out into the audience, etc. if one is going to make eye contact with him, it is now

once he threw his head back to look at the people behind him, and someone, at the speed of light, took their phone out and snapped a picture of his upside down head. i scream laughed

lawrence’s BETRAYED BETRAYEDDDD was sooooo good. so so so good

hailey gillis is an absolute powerhouse during in my house

usually when “natasha’s whole body shook” she falls to the ground silently but last time i went she YELLED and i gasped so loud

at “i have refused him” louise would go NO in shock and i FREAK OUT ABOUT IT.

and i loved her “what then? would that be alright???”

“NATASHA CRIED OUT! GO AWAY! GO AWAY YOU ALL HATE AND DESPISE ME” sounds SO FUCKING GOOD!!! I LOVE YOU HAILEY GILLIS

when the call to pierre music starts i always get goosebumps

the fight choreo when pierre grabs anatole by the collar is very good

if we’re comparing to broadway, it feels less like anatole’s life is in danger here but like i’m not upset about it

at this point anatole does not seem sad or upset to me more just. pissed off that it didn’t go his way. like annoyed

as anatole leaves during pierre and anatole the staging has him stepping around/over natasha as she is choking from the arsenic and it is such a. show of his shallowness

his petersburg note is fantastic obviously. live laugh love george krissa

marcus nance (andrey) has such a deep and beautiful legit singing voice. it’s sooo gorgeous. any word that raises against marcus nance will fall.

I MISS HIMMMM ok sorry.

i am more sympathetic to ben carlson’s andrey, however. marcus was Incredibly stoic ben has a bit more emotion to him i think

i could swear sometimes hailey is actually crying during pierre and natasha

her “pytor kirillovich” sounds so tiny and fragile ugh my heart breaks

and his “…pierre” is so assuring AUGHH

it’s such a beautiful scene obviously. i love the two of them so damn much i hope only good things happen to them forever

“it was clear and cold” also. chills EVERY TIME

“having traced its parabola” and “like an arrow piercing the earth” hit me so hard i cannot explain

genuinely evan buliung gives the most effective inspiring fantastic mind blowing performance i maybe have ever seen on stage. he is such an incredible actor and he inspires me beyond belief

the end when the lights get really really bright and then fade out. god. so simple and so fucking beautiful

now this post is very long. thank u for reading it all if you did! (will update after seeing it more times if there’s things to say!!)

if you’re anywhere near toronto i BEG of you to go see it!! it’s closing march 24th :(( so if you get the chance i deeply implore you. beg borrow or steal a ticket just get there! best comet production ever in my biased opinion :)

[maria-ruta]

are any of your ocs especially fashionable, and do any of them collect a certain object?

A great question! some of them are, but I feel like im having some troubles with it because im not very fasionable myself haha, or at least I only recently started to learn to be at least to some degree... baby steps X)

Sanya is pretty fashionable (tho i didnt post many drawings of them on tumblr, bc most drawings of them are ship art with my friend's @sandboxpyramid oc priest Daniel) Sanya has human form and demon form. They like to collect vintage clothing

Veronica, toreador vampire in VTM setting is also fashionable of course

tho she goes into several different dirrections since she puts on many faces/characters (like bimbo nurse/punk girl/sexy club chic etc)

Veronica has A LOT of different clothes and wigs and makeup... i am afraid places where she lives might look like thrift store sfdhfdh

she also likes to collect music - she has cassets, disks, vinyl. Obviously she also has players for those. She loves music, and when she wants to desociate she listens to her favorite songs (her toreador weakness trait is that she gets hypnotised by music she finds pretty, so if she wanna listen to her favorite album - shes gone, she cant turn it of by herself hahaha)

I haven't drawn ENOUGH of different fassionable outfits with Veronica, honestly she deserves MORE!!! (but i was getting severely depressed during our game, which was in 2022... i wonder what happened... so i didn't draw very much you know...)

Blueberry.. he is NOT that fashionable and didn't start as such

but i think he is on a path of getting MORE fashionable over time... and gets from strictly baggy dull clothing to something more interesting. Maybe he isnt super fashionable but i think he gets a hang of dressing cuter haha

the last one is a pinup i prommissed on twitr haha i wanna make him sluttier gdhgfjgf

Blueberry collects posters and sticks them on the wall of his cabin on his ship. He has posters of his favorite bands, his favorite anime, pin ups with different aliens of all possible genders (he's bi) and whatever random posters he just likes. I doubt any of them are made of paper, probably some more common kind of plastic ones, but who knows, what you can buy on some of the planets

I still wanna draw his wall of posters someday, but it is A Challange for sure, bc backgrounds isnt my strongest skill haha, but someday i will!

here is a little example doodle of what a piece of this poster wall might look like - with poster of predator and poster of some gay dude pinup, sticked together to look as if they having a good time

Thank you for your question!

[foxydivaxx]

Idol Sanji headcanons part 2

- He has multiple personas which you can see in his songs:

Mr Prince (yes that Mr Prince): His default persona. His pop star persona who is sweet but also dangerous and sexy in a cold calculated manner

King Nasty: his inner slut. This is the persona most people are familiar with

Brooklyn Rage: This is his inner gangster. Like if he is in this mode, bitch run

- He has the foulest mouth of the Strawhats. He is rapper no surprises

- He enjoys being a bratty sub which makes Zoro’s work even harder

- He has a lot of sex toys hidden in his room

- He has a lot of cars

- He shakes his ass a lot xD

- Zoro is more than his baby daddy and lover. He is his best friend

- He is worse than Nami in regards to the love of money. Yeah he loves the cash

- He was once a stripper during his younger years and did that to hustle for money

- He deep down does not value himself

- He often masturbates to videos and photos of Zoro

- He always does the more sluttier photoshoots

- He started smoking at the age 12 as a coping mechanism

- He loves clubbing

- According to Lelouch, Sanji had the highest grades of all the trainees under their label years ago and he was the most popular trainee at the time

- He is the member of Aogiri with the most collaborations for obvious reasons

- He suffered from an eating disorder that would later rebound during his idol years

- He used to hate his looks and body and wondered why anyone would want him. Still struggles with that today

- He and his dad both released albums on the same day. He ended up outselling the old man which greatly angered Judge

- He does not use the Vinsmoke name. Instead he uses his mother’s maiden name as his surname

-He sees Luffy and Chopper as his little brothers

-All those moans and orgasms he does in his songs? Those are not fake according to him. According to him, he masturbates in the studio to create those sounds

-He is an ATL dude due to spending most of his time growing up there even though he was born in New York but moved down to ATL with Zeff with his siblings

-His mother got shot by his dad when he was 3 years old. He rapped about this, literally destroying his dad and exposing the truth about the old man and destroying his reputation and ending Judge's career. A lot of people mock Judge, saying that his son is more gangster than he is. Judge has tried to hurt Sanji but his plans always backfire

- His mother was a pop star and was in a famous girl group before launching a successful musical career. So Sanji inherited all his talent from his parents but he got his mother’s looks, kindness and charisma

-He has been a victim of domestic and sexual abuse, first at the hands of his dad and later a lot of his exes

-Jojo's villain club are huge fans of his

-In fact every single villain you could think of love this guy to the point where many consider his songs "The Ultimate Villain Playbook." since he tends to play a villainous role in his songs since the character he seems to exude is a sexy evil Homme fatale

-As far as he is concerned, he is an all round entertainer. All that matters is that everyone has fun

-He was and still is the main moneymaker and breadwinner for the family for years because Ichiji unfortunately got shot but survived whilst selling newspapers on the streets

-The biggest scandal involving Sanji was an old sex tape of his from his stripper days resurfacing online. Pudding leaked it thanks to Judge but the plan backfired as that sextape made him even more popular than ever as it helped cement Sanji's sex symbol status

-He has the video with the highest amount of views on YouTube thanks to said sex tape scandal (Might as well add this to my fanfic)

- Don’t even dare try to sabotage him and his friends. He will destroy you

- There was one part in one of his songs that more or less defines him as a person:

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But I am no lazybones,

Motherfucker left me for dead,

Yet I still stand,

You asked me why I do this shit?

This life goes way beyond making hits,

Started off as a poor weakling,

These days I answer to the name King

- He has a tattoo on his back close to his ass and has one on his ankle

- Sanji’s character’s stance towards women and feeding others is a reflection of real life Sanji’s past. The guy has been a victim of abuse for years and also his character’s interactions with women in the show is as a result of the things women like Pudding had done to him in the past

- He loves leather especially leather catsuits and wears those a lot

- During his Aogiri days, Sanji was not Sanji without his famous round shaped glasses. So many young idols would later emulate the style for years to come. Also his signature leather catsuits have made apperances in a variety of videos ever since

-He looks just like his mother

[mostbreedabletwinktournament]

Mini First Round Number 2!

Propaganda!

Wei Wuxian:

He was brought back from the dead and put in the body of a twink only to give such intense twink energy for the whole story it makes the audience wonder if he was a twink in his original body too. He is incredibly smart and capable but enjoys acting like a waifish maiden either just for funsies or for the express purpose of being dicked down by his husband. He also quite literally pretended to be able to birth a child at a certain point and.... let's just say his most popular smut tag being "Wei Wuxian has a breeding kink" is for a reason. Also bonus info there's an era of his life where he's meaner and kills a bunch of people and does a lot more necromancy and (in the donghua, anyways) his outfit gets a little sluttier. Thanks for your consideration

- anon

Sebastian:

look at him

- mod lacy (im asshamed of myself too)

[veritable-trash]

You Know The Rules

look at that stupid slutty mustache... god please answer my prayers just this once

Pairing: Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!) x Fem!Reader

Summary: God you hate him.

Word Count: 2K

Rating: M - mainly for drugs babayyyyy, weed, that good, otherwise it's pretty clean in these sheets(this time around)

A/N: haha. no one asked for this. but listen! all my glen powell sloots we need to remember the original. sweet daddy finnegan. mustached, shaggy haired, 80s baseball player i mean i couldn't have written a sluttier man if i tried. this movie isn't the greatest, but the music is dope, the outfits are cute, and it serves as a public service announcement that men need to start wearing crop tops IMMEDIATELY. this is a petition for men to start dressing like sluts again so i can finally be at peace. anyways this is completely and utterly self serving but the glen powell top gun resurgence just kept reminding me that this is peak glen to me. give me mustaches or give me death!

sorry that i haven't written... or literally done anything of value in an eon. my brain has given up and also i moved and am currently unemployed and am about to go travel for three months and want to write but have zero inspiration and tumblr makes me sad because everyone is so good at writing and i am a troll under a bridge. this is me trying to release the need to produce things of "value" because does that even mean anymore? i hope someone finds this a little fun because honestly i kinda did :) hugs and kisses <;33333

tell me what you think! i'm literally begging! on my hands and knees! the desperation is palpable yeesh

masterlist yay yay!!!

~~~~~

College.

What a fucking heinous place. Filled with suffocating expectations, the constant need to pretend you’re someone you’re not because of everyone else’s supposed opinions of you. 

It made you want to vomit. 

And yet here you were, cowering in the corner of the kitchen at this stupid, lame, awful college party. A baseball party no less. Those absolute heathens. Probably the worst category of men on this campus by about 20 miles and you were definitely counting. 

The joint you haphazardly rolled in the absolutely disgusting bathroom crackles between your lips as you try to tune out every single person here and catch the steady baseline of the song playing hoping that that will somehow lull you into a state of calm.

This new weed sucked shit. All stems, all seeds, and got you high for about 30 seconds. You were going to kill Willoughby when you saw him. Honestly the only baseball player in this house you liked and even he was about to get moved right onto the shit list with the rest of the men of this house. 

Your friends had badgered you endlessly all week to ask Willoughby for the invite, not that you really need to even ask him. Girls? More than one? The baseball boys were already salivating like it was their last meal on death row.

The standards in this place were in the fucking basement. 

Some would call you a pessimist. Angry, bitchy, snippy, negative, the whole gambit and they might be right. But college was a fucking weird ass place that made your skin crawl and your anxiety spike and all you wanted to do was smoke your green, pass your classes, and watch your cartoons in peace, please and thank you. 

And then his voice cut through your slow building haze like a serrated knife on a chalkboard. Made of sandpaper.

“Sweetheart! I thought Willoughby mentioned you’d be here, and why am I not surprised you’re toking it up alone in our kitchen, my favorite little stoner weirdo.”

Finnegan.

The absolute ultimate fuck. 

Mustached, wide shoulders, shaggy blonde, crisp baby blues, he was everything your vagina yearned for until he opened his stupid mouth. And of course that was just as pretty as the rest of him too. 

You’d met him for the first time freshman year. Fresh faced and thinking the world was truly your oyster, he’d popped into your life in intro to philosophy and swept you away with his silky, fancy words and the fact that he looked like that. 

He’d invited you to the first baseball party you’d ever gone to and made you a special promise that he would be your knight in shining armor for the night. That he’d be waiting for your arrival, was counting down the minutes till you showed up at his door and he could dance the night away with you.

That was until you saw him sucking face with Tracy. Who was also in your intro to philosophy class. 

Obviously, you’d hated him to his core ever since. 

But for some reason he’d stuck around. Always kept tabs on you, always had a class with you, always found you at any party, bar, disco, literally fucking anywhere and it made you want to tear your hair out. 

He was your pretty boy kryptonite and you needed him to leave you the fuck alone.

“Oh Finny. Finny, Finnegan, fuckhead. You know I thought I’d somehow be able to avoid you tonight but it seems like my stalker persists no matter the obstacles.”

Smoke trickles from between your clenched teeth and he has the audacity to stare at your lips and grin.

Fucking grin!!!

“You wound me princess. Ain’t even gonna share that little pinner of yours, I mean the absolute cruelty of it all.”

The grins still blazing on his lips but in Finn fashion he has to play up his part. 

Clutching at his pearls, leaning against the kitchen counter like you’d just stabbed him straight through. Your eyes roll so far back in your head they almost launch themselves out of your skull. 

“No Finn, I’m not gonna share with the likes of you. Go find Will and get him to roll you one, he’s the one I got the weed from anyways. Or maybe go find some other poor unsuspecting girl to do the deed for you, but you ain’t getting shit from me. You know the rules sweet Finny: ass, cash, or grass and god only knows I ain’t taking any of those three from you.” 

You regret those last few words the second they enter the air between you.

Because Finnegan’s eyes drop straight to your mouth again and now he’s crowding you into the corner of the counter. 

“Oh sweetheart if you just let me show you what this ass can do I think you would be singing quite a different tune. You think I’m all bravado and show but you and I both know the two of us could be quite a duo. I just know you’re absolutely unreal beneath that veneer of hatred you slap on.”

He’s still staring at your lips, the joint hanging limply between them as you try and control your breath and not cough up a lung. 

Two can play this fucking game.

You take a thick drag, the tip burning bright orange and crackling like cinders and his eyes only deepen in shade. The smoke curls out and up into your nose and he stares at you his jaw dropping a little slack as you play him like the fucking fiddle he is. 

“Finn.” Your index finger trails up his arm as you ash the joint in the sink, and you can feel the muscles of his bicep twitch with the contact. “If you think I’m gonna let you touch me you’ve lost your god damn mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find some peace and quiet. Away from you.”

Your voice is sticky sweet and he barely registers that you’re telling him off for the millionth time tonight until you’re traipsing out of the kitchen at lightning speed before you do something else you’ll regret. 

He got too fucking close this time around. You let him get too fucking close. 

Your feet stomp quick up the stairs to the only safe place you’d ever been able to find in this house. 

The roof. That blissful open space, like the crispest breath of fresh air it tasted almost minty. Your hands dig into your pockets looking for your weed, your lighter, and your rolling papers-

Fuck.

Of course you’d forgotten papers, predicable as always and fucking annoying as hell and you’re about to turn back down the stairs when your eyes land on something sitting on the windowsill. 

Finn’s wood pipe. 

You loved to hate it but it was his calling card. Stupid and quirky and so perfectly him that the sight of it made you heart twist just a little. 

Not that you would ever fucking admit that. 

Well beggars can’t be chooser as they say. 

It’s deceptively crisp out on the roof as you shuffle around other groups till you get to your super secret corner on the far side of the house. No one ever seems to want to venture this far and you could smoke in peace and tranquility as the rest of the party raged somewhere far, far away. 

The bowls packed, green just catching a smolder and you have to admit the stupid Sherlock Holmes pipe is kinda fun. Maybe you’d leave a fresh bowl packed for sweet Finn as a secret thank you gift. 

Maybe this weed was stronger than you thought. 

“Alrighty first you don’t share your joint, then you verbally assault me in my own house, and now you’re smoking out of my pipe? You really are trying to start a fight with me this evening now aren’t ya?”

Your eyes are red rimmed and your brain has that pleasant haze coating every synapse and you can’t find it in you anymore to really fight Finn right now. The stars look too damn good and the tree has hit too damn deep to let your hackles rise.

“You know maybe I’ve been giving you a bit of a hard time, but you damn well deserve it.” You smile around the pipe as you take another drag, but this time you pass it to Finn as he sits down just a little closer than usual. 

His fingers snag against yours as you pass it and you both flinch a bit at the contact, sparkles zipping up your arms.

He stays quiet this time around, pulling puffs as you both watch people flit around the grass below you, the party continuing into this seemingly never ending night. 

Friday’s, they really were something.

Your knees knock, fingers catching again as he passes the pipe back to you. Another pull fills your lungs and you lean back, back, back until your back presses down on the cool paneling of the roof and you let the smoke drift up and away among those pretty little stars. 

“Finn you can just be so fucking annoying sometimes, I just wanna shut you up for like five seconds so we can all take a fucking breather.”

He laughs at that. Real and deep, curling around the base of your spine as he turns to stare down at you and the feeling spreads all the way to your fingertips. All the way to your toes.

“I’m well aware, but it’s sorta a part of my charm. I’m just waiting for it to final start charming you.”

Your eyes click to his, haze lifting for a split moment, and his eyes twinkle almost brighter than the stars. 

“That’s such a fucking line and you know that shit doesn’t work on me. Fool me once and all of that jazz.” But you can’t stop staring at him and now his eyes color puzzled, a little hazy as he tries to decipher your words. “Oh come on, freshman year? You invited me to the party with all your fancy little words that you love to spin for me to only find you eating Tracy’s lips straight off her face? Honestly she still talks about that night to this day so I guess in a weird way kudos to you but man that did sting a bit.”

You chuckle around another pull and you go to pass it back but he’s clearly no longer interested in that. He seems very intent on memorizing every detail of your face under the stars and you can’t help but wiggle a little under his hyper focused gaze. 

“I-I didn’t know that you were there that night. McReynolds told me you’d left with some dude and Tracy was more than willing to fill in that blank.”

Oh fuck.

You’re both just staring at each other as moment after moment click like puzzles pieces. Every snippy comment, every lingering glance, every class, every time you just happened to run into each other all no longer strange coincidences and some secret hatred. Every little moment stitching itself together till it left just you and Finn. 

And there’s that fucking grin again.

But it’s softer this time, a little less sleazy and a little more lovely and now you’re sure his eyes are brighter than any star. 

Your own lips tick up with a soft, nervous smile.

His fingers card between yours and he brings your knuckles up to his lips, stupid mustache tickling your skin in ways that make you shiver. 

“I feel like nows the time to return to my earlier question since you finally shared some of that green with me, so what do I owe ya? Ass, cash, or more grass?”

You snort into the air between you and his grin splits into a megawatt smile and you finally let yourself tumble head first into kissing stupid, idiot, fuckhead Finnegan.

“Ass, 100%.”

~~~~~

tell me what you think if anyone is actually reading this because i'm bored and this site is lonely and i just want some weirdo friends who also think mustaches are peak sexiness. alright i need to go to sleep the psychosis is taking over :P

[totalfknloser]

reader x jealous zakk?? .. like maybe you've been hanging around brodie or one of the other guys a little too much for his liking and it starts getting on his nerves ..

could be a (smut) fic or headcanons i'm happy either way thank u !!!

OKAAAY AWESOME I LOVE THIS I WANNA DO SMUR AND NORMAL THAT LIKE TUENS INTO SMUT BECAUSE 😻😻😻😻 this will be like a headcanon type thing but fanficish tell me if u want smth different irs just with specific scenarios like this i gen don’t know how to write it any different 😭 also sorry i’ve been like taking A LOOOONG TIME to write this LMAO! also rough oral sex Zakk receiving :3

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⛧ while ur with brodie it’s like super fun! u guys hang out and sometimes go to stores and he’s like super sweet but platonic but Zakk thinks otherwise on platonic.

⛧ you would notice Zakk would be slightly distant and a little irritated. you’d try to ask him what’s up but he’d brush it off and say something like “it’s nothing, don’t worry.”

⛧ the more you’re with Brodie the more Zakk gets more sick of it. one day you need Zakk to come pick you up from wherever you and Brodie are and he agrees to come pick you up.

⛧ you’d notice how Zakk is going faster than he usually does, which is already pretty fast. you know something’s gotta be wrong.

⛧ once you two get home, you’re inside in front of the closed door when you touch his shoulder and ask in a soft tone “what’s wrong, Zakk?”

⛧ “Get on your knees.” he whispers. falling to your knees right in front of him, you already know what’s gonna happen. you undo his belt and pull down his pants and underwear and his already rock hard cock springs free.

⛧ you place a kiss and a few licks to the tip, feeling your own arousal pool at your lower stomach. “Don’t tease me.” he commands. you listen as you’re told, and you take him down your throat to the best you can while holding into his thighs tight for support. Zakk grabs onto your hair, sending slight pain through your body. he keeps your head up so you can look at him as he starts to move his hips roughly back and forth, fucking your throat rough.

⛧ you gag and choke. there’s tears falling from your eyes, which turns Zakk on somehow even more. he keeps a rough and quick pace, making you grip his thighs harder which might just leave bruises.

⛧ Zakk lets small whimpers and groans out of his mouth, some occasional moans that sounded a little sluttier than you’d expect from Zakk. your soft muffled whines and hums were being choked down from Zakk’s cock stuffed down your throat, he’s probably going to leave a sore spot at the back of your throat for a little bit.

⛧ “Ugh, fuck! i’m gonna cum.” Zakk basically shouted, his voice hoarse and his sentence was spaced with huffs and whines. You felt his cum pour down your throat, not a very tasty reward, but still a reward for being so good for him. Zakk pulls out of your throat. you almost passed out on his dick, but your still awake enough to swallow all of his cum.

⛧ “Did you swallow?” Zakk questions. “Y-Yeah, i did.” you say, looking up at him with lust glazed eyes. “Show me.” he demands. you open your mouth, tongue slightly sticking out and still looking up at him, after a few seconds you shut it once again. “Good job.” he praises, a small smirk on his pretty face.

⛧ after a few seconds you get up, still panting. “Now what about me?” you say, a whiny tone in your voice. “You don’t get to cum.” Zakk says, leaning against the door. “Why not?” you complain, a pout on your lips. “You’ve pissed me off for too long with you and Brodie always together. Maybe next time though.” you huff. “Meanie.” you whisper. “Slut.” he whispers back to you.

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i really hope that was good enough 😭 it took me so long for like no reason i’m so sorry lmao

[viviwivipoo]

more general kitsune headcanons (made by my friend)

okay so i showed my friend the kitsune boys and asked for her first impression headcanons of them and she did not disappoint (thanks taylor)

most of these are like shitpost hcs but there is one nsfw headcanon for each character so beware of that

again if you dont agree with these please scroll lol

Fuyu : 

gagged at taylor louderman’s regina performance

secretly loves damian’s character (mean girls)

bought crystals and found out that it was mostly a ploy to get people to buy rocks and went ballistic (his fave was tigers eye)

needs reader glasses

probably had some sort of body piercing but it healed up

got snapchat to be “hip and cool” and a bunch of people added them, including haru and aki on spam accs (they trolled and loyalty tested him ☠️)

likes atari

terrified of the MacBeth superstition

likes starwars and transformers 

owns starwars and transformers figurines and has to keep them clean and dust free at all times

gives off a collector vibe

either plays as king boo or tom nook in mario kart

likes sherlock holmes

loves lana del rey and read her poetry book

his fave lana era(s) are chemtrails over the country club and born to die

a bit of a swifty

fave era is lover

would wear matching bracelets with you and never take them off

gives off allen (barbie, 2023) vibes

love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

loves cuddling

would want a hedgehog as a pet (sorry sven)

IF meeting your parents, would play the shamisen for them 

(NSFW) probably more vanilla / traditional in the bedroom

Haru :

plays an instrument

probably electric or bass guitar

possible yapper?

girl dad

probably owns a t-shirt with his name and face on it

keeps feminine hygiene products in his bathroom

sings in the shower

played soccer professionally at one point

practices pick-up lines to bottles in the shower

prefers mrs. pac-man over original pac-man

likes lana also, but prefers her sluttier songs (ex. Almost every song on ultraviolence)

HEAVY swifty, fave era is reputation but has a soft spot for her country eras

gives off magic earring ken / sugar daddy ken (barbie, 2023) vibes

love language is physical touch and acts of service

likes maroon5

likes to spend money 

goes to hot topic and spencers to pick up goth chicks

(NSFW) most definitely a giver / enjoys giving rather than receiving 

Aki

plays zelda

had his wisdom teeth pulled

likes pinball machines

prefers jake paul over logan paul

watches brent rivera

owns crocs

gives off kenough ken (simu liu) (barbie, 2023) vibes

loves charles boyle (brooklyn 99, 2013)

listens to a few icp songs

has minor anger issues

favorite girl scout cookie is tag-a-longs

unironically yells “burger king foot lettuce”

makes you throw up (from cringe) and holds your hair

LOVES impractical jokers

favorite joker is joe 

(NSFW) has some kind of bsdm fetish 

jesus theres so much

anyway hope you enjoyed 😜

[dumb-doll-lips]

How long have you had your daddy? Because I've followed you for a long time and you've definitely become dumber, sluttier, and more confident in your sluthood. I'm in favor, of course!

I’m not sure. Im gonna have to ask him. I know I’ve like known him for yearsss tho. And idk what all to count. Def since I had this blog tho. Which I also don’t know how long that’s been. Lol.

And awe thank you lots for sharing that! It makes me really happy that it’s been like such a noticeable change to other too. Like def more those things but also totally a lot happier now too. ✨

[tiredbitchposts]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Sure i'll try my best to answer this for you

10-) Gaara from Naruto

Reason: He's the first antagonist i've ever rooted for, not for his plans but for his mental health. When i first saw his backstory i just wanted to riot bc damn, people really treated this boy like a monster since day one and then got surprised when he started acting like it, i just wanted him happy and at the least i got that at the end of the anime (No, i refuse to watch Boruto on principle)

9-) Tsukiyomi Ikuto from Shugo Chara

Reason: We all have our problematic shoujo male leads that we love. In my defense i watched Shugo Chara when i was 12 years old and it wasn't until later when i realized the age difference but even then i still have a soft spot for him in my heart. He and his sister suffered so much and i just want them happy, healthy and taken care of (he's also the reason why i'm into catboys now that i think abt it)

8-)Naruto Uzumaki from Naruto

Reason: He's my baby boy (not in a carnal way), i watched this boy grow up rooting for him to achieve his dreams, he's the first male protagonist i was emotionally invested in and ngl to this day i still read fix-it fics for his childhood because in my heart of hearts he deserves it (Still refusing to watch Boruto tho)

7-) Haruka Nanase from free! Iwatobi swim club

Reason: The reason is not as deep as the others i'm afraid, i genuinely loved Free! When it first came out, i was obsessed with Haru's character and the way he was as a person, he's extremely attractive and i want to crack him open like an egg and study his insides (he's also very shipable and i like that in a fictional man)

6-) Kageyama Tobio from Haikyuu

Reason: He's my awkward lil guy. I loved the way he developed as a character, from a temperamental, lonely volleyball genius to the type of guy that still uses the signature his upperclassman came up for him in high school as a pro player. I also really liked how we only got the reason why he was acting like he did in middle school only at the end of the end of the manga and how it made everything make sense in retrospect

5-) Hinamori Amu from Shugo Chara

Reason: Shugo Chara was my first magical girls anime and i still have a really soft spot for Amu in my heart. I know she's not the most well written deep characters around but i really like how she was an escape for me when i was younger. She was a pretty, popular, preteen girl who was an awkward mess and while i could only relate to the awkward mess, the fact that she got publicaly rejected by her crush and her taste in fashion i still watched her go because it felt good to see her do so

4-) Jason Todd from the Batman franchise

Reason: He's my babygirl (not always in a carnal way), this boy suffered so much in life, was happy for a few years, got brutally murdered, then brought back to suffer more. He's one of Dc's favorite punching bags and my dream is to see him happy, healthy and in therapy. Really hate how his own father won't avenge his death or let him do it himself, just fuck that clown already since you like him so much

3-) Wei Wuxian from Mdzs

Reason: I really do have a thing for red wearing, died but got better, on his second life but sluttier than ever characters. This boy deserves the world, he did do many morally reprehensible things in his time but it's all justified because i said so, he deserved his happy ending and my only complaint is that it didn't come sooner

2-) Shen Qingqiu from Scum Villain's self-saving system

Reason: This man is a whole ass clown, a walking contradiction, he's the reason why some people describe Scum Villain as a greek tragedy with clown music playing in the background. I've never seen someone so in-tune but detached from reality, bro doesn't even know his own emotions, on the inside he's a chronically online millenial on the outside he's the milfiest shizun in the Cang Qiong mountain sect and everyone knows it

1-) Kagome Higurashi from Inuyasha

Reason: This is my girl and i'll not take any criticism for it. She's a 15 years old middle schooler having to go back in time to fix a magical jewel to save japan and she's being so brave about it. She's an extremely kind person, does her best to see the good in everyone, even in people that attempted om her life before, she's a bit immature at times and has a temper but again, she's 15. She deserved better in general and because of that, and many more other reasons, that i fucking refuse to ever watch Yashahime, i just think it sucks she didn't even get to raise her daughter

[lightningandfireinmybones]

i have read so many many aemond/rhaenyra’s daughter fics and yours just works the best because of so many many reasons.

1. valaena actually has a personality that doesn’t revolve around being aemond’s love interest so kudos to your for actually inventing a new character & giving her so much depth.

2. aemond is not this soft little boy who just acts like a poor puppy in love but he is fierce, obsessed, possessive, murderous, violent, vengeful & only lets valaena access to his true heart so it doesn’t feel like you’re reading about a character that is different from f&b it totally feels so true to his f&b personality.

3. valaena has deep bonds with people who aren’t aemond. jace her elder brother, her protector, the person she trusts & loves unconditionally, the best person she’s ever known & her soulmate. lucerys the other half of her soul, they understand each other in a way no one else can. her mother who she will never stop fighting for. (hate in fics when they make rhaenyra’s daughter switch sides to support aegon’ cause because no child of rhaenyra’s would do that). her mother who she would gladly die for. daemon who she’s so similar to. and i love that you didn’t villanize daemon because he’s not just a hero or this dark villain he’s a complex character who will do unspeakable things for his family & his favorite child is definitely valaena. he loves her so much that he even slowly starts to accept aemond because he knows that her husband makes his little girl happy.

4. valaena and aemond the darker daemyra. repeating their patterns but with so much more intensity. they are gods amongs mortals. they burn together or don’t burn at all (the reference hehehe) they will engulf each other in their flames but they also keep each other warm with those same flames. and the sex ooh oof.

just wanted to say that your fic is so beyond beyond excellent & i hope you become a really successful author because i have read your fic at least 6 times by now & have enjoyed it every single time. the whole fandom worships you.

Hi bestie I don’t even know how to say thank you bc this is so thorough and nice I’m blushing at my desk rn

It was super important to me for Valaena to be real and flawed!! We need more women unapologetically flawed and I’m so glad you liked it🥹 and the bonds!! Can’t believe she loves aemond if you don’t see all the factors that come together to contribute to that love!!! Like her family and the tension and push and pull within a dysfunctional family that does love each other but is caught in the trap of generational trauma

AND LET AEMOND BE MURDEROUS!! I don’t want him better I want him sluttier

alternative title: GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND THE DOOM OF REPEATING YOUR PARENT’S MISTAKES BUT WORSE

In conclusion thank you I literally read this like six times bc I am a sucker for feedback and it means a lot to me that you took the time to write this all out🥹 may your pillows always be cold and your crops always watered