#and any muscle you don't use will get weaker over time so i know i was going to loose some upper body theres no way around it

[devondespresso]

GUYS I CAN STILL DO AN ASSISTED PISTOL SQUAT IM GONNA CRY I DIDN'T LOOSE IT ZGNZGNZNGZG!ZNTZBTZNG

[pressureplus]

Not sure if you have done it or if anyone have already requested it.. but I do like to see a headcanons (NSFW?) on the ovipositor of Sebastian. Like if reader finally agrees to let him pregnant them with his eggs. Kinda stuff like how would it feel like during/after breeding? does it will hurt? How long long does it take? How those eggs/babies develop? And how does the giving birth would be and feel like? Anything like that.

Btw, I love your headcanons and oneshots! <3

So glad you asked! I've been dealing with pain lately so Ive needed consistent care. As per usual we are writing, this one just happened to be finished first. Also, thank you for the compliment <3

♡Sebastian Solace Ovipositor Headcannons♡

Warnings: Describing this Non-Erotically, Implied Sex, Oviposition/Ovipositor, AFAB and AMAB Cannons (God Im Sorry), Pregnancy/Birth Vaguely Mentioned, M!Preg Mentioned

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Starting off strong, the moment you agree to have that mans babies he is all over you

Excited, yes, and at the mention of his Ovipositor being put to use he’ll be a little shy but happy to oblige! How can he not be? The idea of having a family almost makes him feel…normal. Happy and normal.

As his tendril is always sheathed, it stays very slick, which makes insertion easier. Despite his absurdly large length (he is well over twice your size) he doesn't need to be all the way inside your body to use said Ovipositor

During the process of actually putting those eggs in your body, it feels…odd. The best way I can describe this is like swallowing those Boba Pearls in drinks? But like…obviously not with your mouth

Doesn't hurt! The eggs arent too large, about an inch in length and diameter, but still not painful! You’d think they would be, right?

This is due to both the slightly muscle relaxant features of said slick, and the flexible nature of his eggs

Despite their size they can easily compress to be smaller if pressure is applied…too much pressure will pop them and make them no longer viable but yes they can get a bit smaller

They're like little jelly balls with a turquoise color

After the fact, you'll really just feel oddly full for the next day or two. These things are decently sticky and almost parasitic in nature so those that are going to continue to develop will be burying themselves into your body

Not a painful process either, by the way

Those that don't end up attaching to anything are not particularly viable as they can't take any of your DNA to make anything. So those really just have to be removed. This can be done decently easily with some pressure applied to your stomach and a bit of pushing

Produces 6-12 eggs on average, but may produce more or less, so you never really know how many actually stuck

The way these eggs develop is rather unnatural to say the least.

If you're AFAB then they'll attempt to fill your uterus much like a normal baby would. They also take as much ‘code’ from your DNA as possible, feeding off your blood for minerals similar to how Anglerfish pairs function

If you're AMAB things get a bit..sticky for you. They'll hollow out their own space inside you, kind of like a very small faux womb. This is NOT painful, but does leave a sort of dull ache like you've just worked out for a while. This small little wound will close behind the eggs as well so they won't be disturbed. They feed off you the same way as they do for those who are AFAB

This pregnancy can last anywhere from 6-9 months depending on how large the batch of eggs is. They do technically ‘share’ their meals so they'll all be ready to hatch at the same time. Think of it like an evolutionary trait for a better chance at survival.

Doesn't entirely feel like pregnancy, you'll feel weaker, bloaty, and maybe a bit sick mostly due to lower mineral/vitamin counts. But as long as you take some kind of supplements or eat healthy you'll be fine

You don't get particularly round or anything either, just a small bump that could easily be passed off as weight gain

On the Plus side for the AFABS, your body does not continue to have its menstrual cycle during these months. They release their own chemicals into your body/bloodstream for a better latch and less chances to be ‘rejected’

As for having these babies? There's conractions/cramping for sure and a bit of blood from where those eggs detach. I wouldn't call them particularly bad contractions, as they're slower and a lot less painful than normal child birth

The body doesn't have to prep as much since they're not normal sized human babies.

If you're AFAB, they'll come out the natural way. If you're AMAB, you're going to need surgery

Surgery is of course an option for both if preferred.

They pop their eggs and are ready to go the second they break, now for the most part the body can just absorb the nutrients in these empty ‘shells’ but they can also be removed. It won't cause additional harm either way

These babies aren't very big when they're taken out

In fact, they're all about palms sized. They're warm to the touch, covered in a bit of blood and whatever liquid is inside those eggs, so they're a bit sticky. But just fine to wipe clean

They’ll be oddly…blue and pale for the first while as they learn to breathe oxygen with their very small lungs. Don't worry, they'll figure it out. They look almost like normal babies aside from this, well, not including those that look more like Sebastian

They’ll develop faster than normal babies as well. Some may even be born with sharp teeth, others will get their set within the first two months.

They're already up and ready to go in about a year or less, as if they're made for survival like wild animals. However this will come at a cost. Your sanity mostly when your 1 year old is chewing through the casings of wires and chair legs.

By the time they're around 5-6 they'll be just a little smaller than the size of a normal human child.

As teenagers getting their growth spurts? Many of your children may end up BIGGER than average humans!

Overall your children will be different, as was the process of having them, but they're still perfectly healthy

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Don't get possessed!

You'll end up like this...

Gassy air bubbled from deep inside my soft, pudgy stomach. The smell of semi-digested beer wafted into my nose as my lips flapped in the gust of a violent belch dragging itself out. God, this body was disgusting, but this is what I did to it; this is what I did to him...

I used his cellphone to snap a pic of the sweaty slab of meat I'd been wearing for the past three years. It was the disgraced body of a former jock. Jake's stomach rumbled like it always did when I filled it to the brim. Even after all this time, it still hasn't adapted to the crap I've constantly been stuffing it with.

Swallowing yet another beer, I toss the can into the corner of his dark living room, where it collided with discarded pizza boxes and half empty milk jugs. I'd let the entire apartment overflow with the garbage generated by this once-godly body, and there was a lot of it.

The place smelled like a dumpster in the sun.

You might think this is a disgusting way to live. Well, I did too. Everything about the situation was nasty; the damp basement apartment, the stacks of dirty dishes, the closet of unwashed clothes. The entire place had a permanent stench of body odor, and I know it followed this body around everywhere.

I had never in my life felt so absolutely disgusted by my surroundings.

But that was the exact fucking point.

To explain, we'll have to flash back to a few years ago. Let me show you a photo of Jake when I first possessed him. I took this right after jumping into his perfect body...

The athlete had just gotten back from the gym. It was another perfect workout for the perfect jock, and I could feel the grit and intensity swelling in every muscle. The college footballer would normally shower after any physical activity, but I was happy to crack open a beer and bask in his sweaty glory.

I don't know if you could tell, but I am not a fan of Jake.

He was a pretentious bully at my university, and he got away with anything. I tried my best to stay out of his way, but ultimately found myself staring into the headlights of his fancy Christmas present: a shiny black camaro. The asshole ended my life while driving back to campus after one of his famous parties!

I hate to be dramatic, but I was not ready to pass away, and I was not going to let an asshole like Jake get away with my murder. The police couldn't solve the crime any more than I could console my mourning family, so I took matters into my own ghostly hands.

Jake, beautiful Jake, didn't have a single iota of remorse. He continued to get belligerently drunk, and continued to shame and ridicule anyone shorter, weaker, or fatter than him, which was just about anyone. The worst part was people let him: they allowed it because he was the strongest, the most handsome, the prize quarterback with a winning smile!

I had to do something to stop the piece of trash lurking inside his god-like body.

So I possessed him. And I did this...

When I took over, it was like putting on a body suit. As a ghost, I was invisible, so I got right behind and slipped inside. First, I shoved a leg in, then an arm, and then the rest followed.

He struggled, flailing the few body parts he still had control over, but it was in vain!

My head was the last thing to get situated, but once I slid it into place, his yelling subsided. His thoughts evaporated, and I broke in his handsome face with a wicked smile. It felt different, grinning with someone else's mouth, but I was just glad to have a body again. His was definitely an upgrade compared to my old one. The height I stood at, the breadth of my shoulders, the weight of muscular pecs hanging off my chest; it all took some getting used to.

I enjoyed living inside the jock's body, but I was on a revenge mission. The first thing I wanted to screw up was his diet!

I started shoveling massive amounts of fast-food down his throat three times a day, packing on forty pounds in just a couple weeks. Obviously, I quit going to his football practice and even dropped out from his classes. I needed the time to bulk his body up.

His teammates and coaches all reached out, but I told them to get lost. He took everything from me, so I wanted to do the same to him...

This is a pic I took of Jake's body after almost a year of controlling him. I wanted him to look and smell as awful as possible in public, so I kept him as sweaty and hairy as I could. Despite my best efforts, his attractiveness was still shining through. If anything, he looked like a hot, hard-working bear on the way home from the job, and that was not what I wanted.

This made me realize that I could destroy more than just his looks.

In his body, I marched back to campus and begged the manager of the university gym for a job. A bunch of his old friends were there to see it, so I made sure to act as pathetic as possible in the six foot hunk, practically grovelling for any position. I even dropped to Jake's knees in front of the guy, giving a lot of the gym-goers second hand embarrassment.

Ultimately, the manager offered me a janitorial position if I would shut up. I accepted it gladly, kissing the guys shoes with Jake's lips like some kind of submissive idiot.

So even though Jake's body was still attractive with the extra weight and fur I'd given it, the dingey old uniform of a janitor made sure to mark him as the bottom of the food chain. I wore it like a badge of honor, even if I never washed the damn thing. Wearing a stained boilersuit labelled 'janitor' everywhere definitely told the world what Jake was worth!

By that point, people really only saw Jake as a walking mop, if they even looked his direction at all...

This last picture is one I took after about a year of working for the school. No one had spoken to me (Jake) in that entire time, unless they needed a toilet unclogged. The man had truly lost any respect people had for him.

The overalls hide the giant gut I'd managed to grow on his torso, but you can look at the top pic if you want to see how fat and hairy I ultimately got him. He looked nothing like the explosive athlete he'd been a couple years ago.

I took that photo right before I released Jake's to his body.

The jock probably wouldn't recognize himself. He'd wonder why he was suddenly so fat and hairy. He'd be terrified by the janitorial uniform on his back and even more horrified by the layers of dried sweat swamping his skin. It wouldn't be until he realized how much time had passed that he would fully understand the punishment I'd carved out for him. I wonder how he'll react when he finds out that he's spent the last three years scrubbing floors in the gym instead of working out in it.

I wonder if he'll clean himself up and learn a lesson? Or maybe he'll just accept his fate and give in to the habits I've made for his body. I don't know, and I don't care.

I'll be long gone by then.

Honestly, I have to admit that it's kind of fun living like this. Disgusting, sure, but there's something about reveling in the laziness, the degradation, the stink. I never allowed myself to be so laid back in life. Maybe, I learned something from this experience with Jake as well. I'm starting to think I'll find a new body to possess and live in. Someone I can take over and use for my own immediate pleasures.

Maybe you're the right candidate! You've got a nice body I could jump into. You won't mind if I hop in and drive for a few years, would you? You'll be disgusted by the state I leave you in, but hey it's not like it's my body I'm fucking up, right!

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 2 ➡ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⚡ nsfw . minors dni. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭! 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟸 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙-𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝐓𝐰: ⚡ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓 ⚡ Ichigo is an adult. they do NOT share any blood tights. they were just like siblings while they were kids. oral. masturbation. vag. cream pie. usage of terms like "sister", "oni/chan" sexually. I understand it is a sensitive topic, please if you are not comfy reading this fic, don't read it 𝐰𝐜: 1.5k

"University life suits Ichigo very well…" you think as you watch him help you with your bags. He climbs the stairs two steps at a time, and that tangerine haired kid that you remember from your younger days has now became a handsome adult.

“Hey, (Name). Is it ok if you stay in my room? I can give you my bed if you want” he screams from his bedroom, a place you remember to be quite different from how it looks now. Now, there are only books in English, his pc, and all “adult things”. However, the little lion plushie he used to have over his bed remains there as always.

It’s amazing how time flies, specially when he has always been like a brother to you, indeed, almost like your step brother. Is not that you shared any blood tights with him, but, Isshin has always been like a dad to you and since a very young age he raised you like a daughter. The time passed, and even if you had to part ways with them, you never forgot the way little Ichigo and you had fun on endless summer afternoons.

“I’m glad you are back in Karakura, sister! You have grown too much, you are a beautiful woman now” he says, sitting on his bed and kicking his sneakers away as he always does. “What brought you back home?” he asks, flopping on the bed hugging the yellow lion plushie tight against his chest. You swallow, you have never been envious of a toy but you are definitely now.

“Broke up with my fiancée, he became violent and things you know… didn’t work out” you sigh, looking at that little badge he has always hanging from his bedside. He stands up all of a sudden, the lion teddy flying away from his belly. “DID HE HIT YOU?” he grabs you from your arms, inspecting every inch of them.

You gasp, his presence feels so… crushing. “He didn’t ni-chan, but before he did I walked away” you whisper, crestfallen. “Don’t worry, you did well. Let me protect you from now on, ok?” Ichigo mutters, hugging you, pulling you closer to him.

The scent of his skin, so manly and this time absolutely different from a child, it’s so intoxicating to you. It feels warm to be in his arms, his lean muscles surrounding you in his embrace, your belly against his tight abs. “Ichigo…” you mumble, nuzzled in the crook of his neck. “Hum?” he asks, still crushing you against himself, something he never did, something you thought he never will do.

“Thanks ~” you purr, slowly talking, unwittingly brushing your front teeth into his pale skin. He shivers and sighs, his hand placed on the small of your back pressing down. His jeans graze against your skirt, so risky, so lustfully and so forbiddingly.

Weakness and vulnerability, lust, and indecency. What are you both thinking?

For some seconds none of you dare to move, silently screaming both drown your moral. He keeps pressing you down, and his hips slightly buck up. He is surely not thinking straight, but his body is reacting on his own. Your warm breathe on his neck is blurring his mind. No judge could be emitted now, passion has taken over.

Ichigo slides his hand inside your shirt, up your spine. It makes your skin get all bumpy, it makes your legs slightly weaker. You close your eyes, you either walk away, or you stay. There is no turning back… And as well as your favourite “strawberry” you chose to stay…

Your lips land on his neck, you inhale his perfume before moving. A peck turns into two, and the third one this time leaves a little shiny trail on his skin. You are greedy, and you wanted to taste his flesh too. Ichigo frowns and a little grunt leaves his throat.

“Sister…” he moans. “Ni-chan?” you ask, well aware how perverse is that both of you are using those nicknames for the other. It’s even… arousing. “I will lock the door” he mumbles, with chattering teeth. Ichigo is nervous, he has an extraordinarily strong moral code… a code that is now broken.

You wait for him, with your arms hanging at each side of your body, chest going up and down, biting your lower lip with eyes watery. The click of the door being locked reverberates all around as it marks the exact moment when Ichigo attacks your mouth with his own. His hand placed on your cheek, his arm around your waist.

He tries to articulate words that never come out from his mouth, and you wouldn’t let him say them either. You don’t wanna hear him, you just want him. All over you, his lips, his hands, all over, and inside you too.

Both fall to bed, the red haired tops you. You notice the little freckles that garnish his face, have they always been there? His playful fingers unbuttons your blouse, your breasts exposed before him. The soft breeze of Karakura town’s summer coming from his window, kisses your nipples and make them hard. Hard and so tempting for that man to suck, to bite, to pull and to enjoy.

He does, ripping a whine from you. Your nails carving on his shoulder blades. Your hips desperately searching for his groin, you can feel the wetness in between your fold pooling, dampening your panties. Panties he certainly ends up finding when he traces a kissing path from your chest, down your belly.

“Sis… why… so- wet… can I?” he pants, grazing, caressing your entrance from over the humid fabric with the tip of his fingers. “Ni-chan…yes, please” you moan, granting him the permission to pull your lingerie down your legs. The delicate lace of your thong get stuck in your knees, but Ichigo doesn’t mind. He is attracted like a bee to an overflowing with pollen flower.

Not only his fingers get bathed by your honeys, his lips do too. Ichigo feels like his soul is leaving his body whenever he tastes you, and you frankly too. Your back arches as he explores your folds with the tip of his tongue, spreading your labia with his fingers. You grab his hair, pulling from a now shorter but always so bright orange spiky locks. You don’t let him breathe, you need him to keep eating you out, devouring you, until you burst.

But, Ichigo has never been a man who obeys, but rather a man who orders… He needs to bury himself inside you, now, right now. He stops sucking you, but his hands keep playing with you while with his free one lowers the zipper of his jeans.

“Let me see you, brother” you whine, helping him to lower his jeans while he takes off his shirt. You gloat at such perfect show of masculinity, a young man so filled with energy and virility. He is dripping, he is hard, so deliciously erect, and ready to pounce into you.

“I don’t have c-“ he tries to warn you, as if you really cared. “Then fuck me raw” you moan, burying your heels into his rock-hard glutes to pull him closer to your sex. “R-raw?” he babbles, feeling his throat dry and fighting against the urge, against the lewd carnal desire of burying himself deep inside you feeling your walls around his naked dick.

You give him puppy eyes, pouting like when you were younger and you wanted anything from him, reminding him that his sisters are his weakness… “Nii-chan, please?” you beg, squeezing your breasts playfully. Ichigo closes his eyes and sigh, he is suffering, and he can’t stop himself any longer…

He buries his finger on your thighs, lifting them up and spreading them so you are ready to receive him. “You want your ni-chan to fuck you hard? Huh?” he asks, lasciviously with a face you had only seen once when you walked in while masturbating…

His shaft rests at your entrance, fluids mixing, both getting ready for his intrusion in you. He smirks, a dark aura surrounds him, you have gone way too far and Ichigo has now let his wild, beast side out.

He pulls you over his thighs as he kneels on the bed in between your legs. You feel his sex stretching your walls, and he leans over you, trapping your lip with his teeth. Ichigo swallows every moan coming from your mouth, a soundscape built by your ardour.  

In and outs, hard thrusts, ups and downs. His eyes turning into something else, you losing control of your own body. He fucks you mercilessly, repeating how much he wants his little sister to cum all over his dick and into his bed. And you give him exactly what he wants, because you can’t stop your orgasm from hitting you, from making your walls milk him, from ascending to heaven as you climax with spasming muscles and eyes turning white.

White, your eyes turn white, and white bathe your insides. “I can’t pull out, sis… I’m gonna – I’m…” he moans, losing total control of his own body functions, warmly filling you up with his seed…

Ichigo falls over you, both drenched in sweat, panting, sucking all the oxygen of that room that now smells like sin, guilt, like pure sex and immorality. Both rest for some minutes, maybe hours? Who knows.

“Ichi-ni?? Is sis (Name) already home?” “Yuzu… yes, we are upstairs…”

[cinnamonest]

Thank youuu for sadistic Albedo headcanons. Anything druggy, medical-related usually goes hand-in-hand with sadism. Albedo (and potentially Tighnari, very much with Dottore and Baizhu I imagine) gets off on having power over you with a single drop of alchemical mixtures - plant powders for Tighnari and... whatever the hell Dottore uses. Amazing that one flask of whatever they concoct has so much power over the human body - aphrodisiacs, sleep, hypno shit etc.

Since Baizhu is coming I have been thinking so much about this concept with him... one thing that works to his advantage is that he has a certain charisma and charm about him, so he can be perfectly persuasive when he needs to be, when he wants to push your boundaries, force things onto you, get you to comply. It is, however, sort of a clash with his eccentricity -- he's genial and friendly enough that you want to comply and would feel bad for being inconvenient or oppositional, but just a little "off" enough that you are much more likely to suspect something from the get-go compared to a more plain person.

But perhaps surprisingly, he's not the covert type. He's not going to hide it, try and get you to have a drink or consume something laced or spiked, no... but this is also a tactic in and of itself. Because if he did use something covert, and you were to insist on not consuming it and he kept pushing it, your suspicion would only grow.

By presenting it as an obvious pharmaceutical substance up front, if anything, actually lowers any chance of distrust. Because after all, in your mind, if he was planning to drug you, he would do it covertly and not be so blatant, right...? At least, that's what he knows the average person's thought process would be, and by knowing this thus takes advantage of it by doing the opposite.

Besides, you'll most likely reason with yourself in your head that he would never have any ill intent, and he knows that. He can add a bit of extra guilt-tripping, too, by telling you it's a test he needs to perform and needs your help, so you'll help, right? This and the blatant presentation can also offset any negative reaction from you during the time that you may still have enough control of yourself to react. Oh, you're dizzy, lightheaded, feel like your muscles are going lax? That's entirely normal, it should go away momentarily... and thus, you won't panic the way you might if you had been presented with something you believed to be tea or food or the like, nor try and fight. This is also advantageous, seeing as on his more sickly days, he may be in a more weakened state, and would have more difficulty restraining you physically if you were to struggle.

Which is something he worries about... and won't end well for you. He's quite paranoid of the possibility of being caught in a weaker state and being overpowered, which would allow you to get away. Can't have that. The only solution, then, is to ensure you're incapable. A variety of measures are taken to ensure this. Initially, physical restraints... but don't worry, you won't need them for very long.

He assures you of that as soon as you wake, knowing you're probably uncomfortable with them, and he wouldn't want you to worry that that discomfort will be permanent, so he explains it in full. After a very short while, the medication will set in, leaving you fully paralyzed, and another to put you in a half-conscious, stupefied state. That will need to be re-administered at set intervals, once every few hours. The restraints are there for now while your body gets into the cycle of metabolizing it is all.

And, of course, because he's predicted that there is a very good chance you're going to be... noncompliant. That's a frustrating ordeal in and of itself. Come on, make this easier on you both, alright? Fighting is so pointless, you're just making things harder on yourself. You know the outcome will be the same, he'll just have to force it into your mouth, and he knows that isn't pleasant, so why struggle so much? Maybe it's a matter of pride for you or something like that, you don't want to give in so easily. That's endearing, at least, albeit problematic.

Eventually, though, you won't even need those. Atrophy sets in a lot faster than most people realize. But you don't need to worry about the inconveniences that normally come with that, nor being neglected. Even if he's tired and weary, he's very insistent to keep you perfectly cared for, will bathe you, feed you, take care of your hair if needed, change the sheets more often since you'll be laying on them most of the time. All with consistent timing, never slacking or forgetting anything. It's only right to take the best possible care of something dear to you.

[xerith-42]

Got Vincent headcanons to share with the class?

Your recent post is making me think about him lol

I love thinking about Vincent!!! He's one of my favorite guys to think about!!! Here's a few headcanons regarding one of my favorite little guys!!

* Vincent really likes spicy food. This was the truth before he became a shadow knight, and was only amplified afterwards. I'm serious you know that one friend who brags about eating a Carolina Reaper one time? That's a weaker version of Vincent, he will pick the spiciest pepper Ru'aun has to offer off the tree and eat it whole like it is nothing

* His favorite past time is fucking with Cadenza. She understands quite a bit about Shadow Knights and how odd they can be, but Vincent really turns it up to 11 and is just as weird as possible around her. He was weird as hell before he got raised into undeath, the necromancy only made him worse.

* I once described Vylad as the type of mf to talk to you about a niche subject for ten minutes only to admit that was all lies, and Vincent is very similar. He loves telling Cadenza random facts and she responds "Is that real??" And his response is usually a shrug and a "Could be." much to her chagrin.

* Vincent and Cadenza first met about two years after everyone disappeared, purely by chance as it were. Cadenza was in O'Khasis to inform the Lord there that her father had fallen and she would be taking his place. While she was there she stopped at a bar to drink her worries away, where she met Vincent. Vincent had actually met Lord Hayden once before, and while he didn't take a particular liking to him, something about Cadenza stood out

* In an attempt to get to know her he offered to buy her a few drinks. As a result, Cadenza drank him under the table and the two spilled secrets to each other over the empty bar almost the entire night.

* It was the most fun Vincent had in over a decade.

* Vincent is a musician, he's literally been alive for 100 years of course he's a musician. But not any ordinary musical instrument, no, this man has to be different. He has to be unique. He plays the Zither, this weird fucking string instrument I found on Wikipedia!

* Vincent could not teach you how to play this thing. He learned it so long ago that he is running purely on muscle memory whenever he whips out this bad boy

* He also doesn't really read sheet music anymore, mostly because it can be really hard to come by. He's much more of a play by ear kinda guy.

* Just as Cadenza used to dance to Laurance's songs, Vincent learned to play for Cadenza when she was getting too stressed and needed something to pull her away from work for a bit. A good song usually works.

* It was also Vincent that helped her with her first designs of combining fashion and armor

* Overall Vincent and Cadenza bounce ideas off of each other quite often, sometimes literally as they toss around balled up pieces of paper to one another on long nights, and would likely refer to one another as muses

* We fools would classify it best as queerplatonic besties

* This does mean people have thought they were dating, but that's never been the case

* Vincent is gay as hell

* There's kind of an otherworldliness that people can pick up from Vincent. Nothing distinct, nothing they can put a finger on, but the vibes are just... Not off, but a little to the left.

* I know these don't exist in Ru'aun, but if you pointed a Geiger counter at Vincent it would show him as slightly radioactive

That's the best thing I've written this entire post, cutting it off here because I will never write something more true to Vincent's being than that

[femmefeedist]

I feel bad you've been ruthlessly teased so much lately so here's some sweet happy things about gaining weight (since I know you love sweets)

You're more approachable to people. The tight, toned body you used to have can be intimidating to some people who can't match that themselves. They inevitably compared themselves to you and felt ashamed.

But now? You look a lot more like any average American girl, softer than they should be around the middle and with no muscle tone to speak of. People see that belly you've been sporting lately and get a lot more comfortable about their own. If you can't control your appetite why should they?

Being sedentary is definitely a lot safer. There's a million ways to hurt yourself pushing your body hard at the gym, and those medical bills can add up even for minor injuries. Your body may be weaker than ever before, but it never has to endure any physcial trials anymore. Not to mention all the dangerous encounters that going out around town can include. No one is ever gonna hurt you when you're curled up in bed with something sweet every free moment you have.

The amount of food you consume has given you a new perspective on the culinary options in your area, and you've found the best meals that make you the happiest. Your boba dependency may not be the healthiest but its a part of you now.

Buying new clothes may be expensive at some times, but I'm sure you have some fun trying new styles and trends and seeing how they look on your changing body. You may be out of shape, but you'll never be out of style.

Lastly, the weight just looks adorable on you. Squishy and plump all over, with the pooch to steal the show. You're cuter than ever and you need to know that. Don't take the teasing too seriously and don't let some of the few negative aspects of getting fat get you down when there's so much good.

Omg this is so sweet and hot and adorable and hot and true and hot 🥰🔥

[gojosbf]

I agree with the anon and you. It really is getting frustrating.

My gripe with Gege’s writing started after how he removed Mahito from the situation. I wanted Mahito to have some payback atleast. Junpei, Nanami, the countless people in Shibuya, Nobara and after all that the conclusion Mahito gets is absorption?

If Gege wanted Gojo out of the picture, he already had the setup with Gojo sealed. Atleast Gojo’s death should’ve had some meaning if he was going to go. Mutually assured destruction would have been nice with the last purple that Gojo fired.

Also how is it that it has been a month since the squad was prepping for the fight with Sukuna and Choso never once brought up Sukuna’s abilities up and only brought it up during the fight? Like how is there no communication at all among the protagonists? How did they even let Sukuna go from 15 fingers to 19 fingers. That seemed like the most stupid thing to do. A lot of things did not make sense and is very inconsistent with the way characters have been behaving.

If the idea is to get the next gen stronger, then Gege did a terrible job in it (except for Maki) because he had time to power creep Yuji (who is supposed to be the MC btw). Yuji has been irrelevant in any battle and almost always had someone pull him out of the mess.

And what about the part that only a six eyed user can take on Kenjaku? Without Gojo, how is that supposed to happen? Wasn’t that one of the reasons why Kenjaku had Gojo sealed out of the many?

Right now all of these 1 vs 1 fights with Sukuna just feels like Sukuna just flexing his muscles.

oh you don't know i was LIVID when i read about mahito's death like he had to go? okay then let one of our mcs have it, i HATED it.

i never thought about that ending but now that you say it YEAH i would have preferred that a thousand times over this kind of death, that would actually serve a purpose and push the plot forward. I really am trying to wrap my head around on how gege is planning to explain all of this because if gojo couldn't defeat sukuna in his suppressed form how is our cast (who are supposedly weaker than him) meant to take him down (even if we consider the damages gojo dealt on him, which mind you he is recovering from seemingly easily). As for the never having to discussion of sukuna's ability I do think i can explain that because

1. they were very much betting on gojo to take him on

2. there are many techniques sukuna adopted, enhanced and copied (from gojo) just by watching it for the first time during that fight (for example using of the spent ct as rct)

3. since it was the war between the strongest, we experienced things which were considered impossible (the back to back domain expansion part of the fight, which was if i remember correct was thrice), now they did not know this was possible before but saw it happen in Shinjuku so that's why they're worried.

though i majorly agree with sukuna fights being muscle (and also brain on his part let's give a bit credit for that) flexing rn, we'll have to agree that his rise up to power makes sense (what doesn't make sense to me is how gege mentioned that him and gojo were both equal and then ended gojo with excuse of sukuna wasn't going all out)

oh and i really agree with the terrible job in power creep portrayal, i mean yes there has been a massive increase in yuuji (since he was deemed close to grade 1 in shibuya and after that he kept growing plus let's not forget his culling game fights) the only explanation i can think of is either gege thinks it should be obvious enough to us that he's now clearly above grade 1 sorcerer so he did not bother mentioning it or he has trick up his sleeve (again questionable). As for kenjaku oohh boy we don't have where he is what is he planning who will he face on, thinking who'll now take on kenny and sukuna gives me headache

all in all there are explanations for plot devices but they only work for the cursed spirits, as for our main cast it's just a loss after loss, death after death which is causing a massive shift in fandom and our questioning of gege's so called not so generic shonen manga story and rightfully so

[wanderbreadsworld]

This fic has no name lol

William Regal x reader

Summary: Reader is in intense back pain during practice that Regal is watching over. She makes an offhanded comment, and Regal, seemingly not having it, gets onto her about "just taking it". Things get heated before the reader lowers her voice, and shakily recounts her pain and struggles to Regal. Afterward, with a seemingly new heart, Regal offers her a massage to help ease the muscles. (This is not proofread. I just wanted something for comfort, so if you want, here's this blob of words for your eyeholes lol)

One bump too many. That's all it took to have me seething in pain on the mat. All practice, my back has been acting up.

Stiff movements and quiet complaints about the pain didn't go unnoticed by Coach Regal though. He hasn't said a word, but the agitation on his face only grew as my fellow trainees messed up moves here and there as well. And it seems my next comment finally broke him.

"Fucking Christ, my back." I mumbled, under my breath as I clutched my back getting up, moving out of the way so I wouldn't get squished by the next pair practicing their stunts.

Coach Regal's face was between the ropes as he stood outside the ring watching us. So he managed to hear my comment. With a roll of his eyes, he summoned me down by his side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Y/N, come here. Now." I gave a "yes sir," before quickly making it to his side, despite the pain.

Once I stood outside the ring, him towering above me, he lowered his cold and annoyed gaze to me.

"I've heard you all practice. Don't think I haven't noticed your comments. Part of being a wrestler is "sucking it up" and dealing with what we're given. Now tell my why this has affected your performance. Hm?" He inquired, raising his eyebrows as he almost mocked me. His words inflamed my own annoyance and frustration. Not being able to do the moves fully, and without pain, has put me on edge. So I didn't hesitate to open my mouth to retaliate.

"Anything I say will sound like some pitiful excuse, but I guess I'll try. This pain is fucking me up. I can't get through it. And wrestling, as much as I love the competition, and the physical strength and power it takes. But I'm struggling to "suck it up". Maybe that makes me weaker than other wrestlers, but fuck!" I took a moment to calm myself, realizing my voice had raised, and people were looking. I gave them a tight lipped smile, and they went back to training.

"I don't want to be vulnerable, Coach. But I don't know if I can take it." I practically spat out the word "coach". Of course, Regal had no immediate reaction. Instead, after a moment, he let me go back to practice with a dismissing wave.

The rest of the time flew by, despite the pain. Regal didn't push me harder, nor did he give me any reprieve. Instead he acted like I didn't even exist. Which at this point made me happier than anything else he could've done.

When everyone was filing out, I took my time, resting on my back on the floor to decompress. The pain was slowly fading for now, letting my finally relax as the pain disappeared temporarily. I finally rested with my eyes closed.

It wasn't until someone cleared their throat that I opened my eyes, startled at the noise.

Regal stood tall over me. His face seemed softer than it was before. There was no more frustration on his face.

"I want to give you something that may help. I," He stopped before he could continue. I could only imagine an apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he was too proud to say it.

I accepted the silent apology, responding with silence of my own as I got up. I took a second to stretch before letting Regal lead the way.

With everyone else gone, he led me back to one of the private rooms with a cushy bench. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I didn't feel any alarm. Regal was ruthless, but he wasn't creepy.

Even so, what he did next made me stop.

"Lay down. I have something that will make you feel better." Regal's words were mysterious, but I listened. Laying on the bench on my stomach, I sighed as I relaxed.

What I didn't see was Regal rolling up his sleeves behind me before positioning himself at my side. I felt his presence, and looked his way, but didn't object.

His hands on my skin made me jump, but then I relaxed into his touch. I let myself sink into the massage to my sore and tight muscles.

"This is going to hurt, but you'll feel better. Do you want me to continue?" Was that a question? Was THE William Regal asking me if I wanted to do something? It was a god damn miracle that no one would believe.

Remembering that he asked me something, I nodded. The thought of the pain I knew would come made me cringe, but I nodded anyway. Knowing it will do me more good than hard.

With that, Regal dug an elbow into my back as gently as he could.

The massage continued, pain followed by Regal's hands more gently going over the abused muscles. With the sudden relief, I sighed happily. Taking a moment before getting back up.

When I did, Regal was waiting for me. The sight of him going from wringing his hands to putting them behind his back when he noticed me looking was almost comical.

"Thank you, um, Coach." Sitting up still hurt, but it hurt less thanks to his help.

"It was the least I could do." Regal stopped, moving to sit next to me on the bench.

"I wanted to, apologize, for my behavior earlier. You don't deserve to go through pain just because someone tells you that you should. Let me know if I can help you." Regal's words seemed genuine. Again, another revelation. But I was happy to see it. Especially if I was privy to this side of him.

"Thanks. I should get home though. This gear is getting gross." I tried to lighten the mood. When Regal smiled, I knew everything was alright. With a few more goodbyes, we parted ways so I could rest.

Maybe I'll take him up on a massage, or even just a talk, after practice more often.

[beyondthebackup]

Protégé

Disappointment.

Umbral knows what's waiting for him as he approaches the older boy strewn like a ragdoll across the wrought-iron bench.

Backup tutors Umbral a couple of times a week, testing him on various subjects and accounting for the gaps in his knowledge - a borderline unfair advantage for anyone serious about the succession. After all, B is the best.

Well, almost; he's the best to Umbral, anyway!

As a mentor, Backup is demanding in his standards, exacting in his methods, and unforgiving of mistakes. Umbral knows weaker sorts couldn't handle it, but B told him that he is special, and if he's willing to do whatever it takes to win he can be the best, too.

B realizes Wammy's House is producing 'Backups' in perpetuity, that this batch of younger children will eventually become the replacements that he and A are for L. He can't leave them to their own devices. If he doesn't seize control of his future successor, they will become cancerous, growing and plotting in the dark halls of this place, waiting for their chance to kill him.

Backup is grooming Umbral to become that future successor.

Umbral trusts B like a big brother, and looks up to him like an idol. So when he tells him to meet him at the crack of dawn and run laps around the orphanage until his lungs explode, he does.

Backup always says that A's weak constitution will eventually fail him, and to avoid that same fate, Umbral must push past every limit and never rest.

Every part of him is burning, each time his feet hit the ground his muscles protest in screeching agony and his legs threaten to become liquid and dissolve. Umbral doesn't have any idea how he completes the lap, but that's when his body finally gives out underneath him and he collapses into a mouthful of grass and dirt.

Umbral gasps for air like a goldfish plucked out of its bowl and loses that same air in a coughing fit seconds later; his eyelashes bat away sweat and tears to focus on the sight of Backup glancing away from the stopwatch nestled between the open pages of a book to regard him with disgust.

"What are you doing? Get up. You have another lap left."

It takes a few more moments of panting before Umbral can wail out a response.

"I...I can't...!"

"You can't?" B stands and saunters over to his underclassman's hunched form. Umbral finds it difficult sometimes to tell whether B is surprised or angry. Before things get worse, they sound about the same. "Or you won't...?"

"Can't!!"

"Oh, well... if you can't, then that's even worse," B grins emptily. "That means this is the best you can do, and this is pathetic!"

B kicks Umbral directly in the stomach, and stands back to watch as he cries out and writhes in pain.

"Do you think it's enough to do well on exams? If you're weak in any area the other kids will eat you alive. All of them are just waiting for you to fuck up so they can stab you in the back. You have to be able to go farther and work harder and suffer more than all of them so that they can't defeat you. Do you understand what I'm telling you? This is nothing!"

Umbral would respond if he could, but he can do nothing but cry and try his hardest not to vomit.

B watches him, unmoving. A statue of apathy and disdain.

"I think I was wrong about you. You're a waste of my time. As if I don't have better things to do than watch you fail."

After a few more moments of basking remorselessly in Umbral's punishment, B lets out a bored sigh, retrieves Childhood Trauma & Conditioning from the bench and decides to return to his room.

Umbral sees Backup walk away, and overcome with panic, shouts after him.

"I'll do better!"

B doesn't look back.

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Umbral ends his run doubled over, hands on his knees and wheezing for breath. Everything still hurts but he's standing, the world is spinning but he won't fall. He trained for weeks. He's faster and he's stronger than he used to be. He made sure of it.

Through his blond curtain he sees B's shadow come over him like a dark cloud, but Umbral doesn't look away. This time, there's a bright smile on Backup's face, warm as a summer afternoon. Relief and elation wash over him and it gives him the strength to stand up straight.

"You beat your record. Well done, Umbral. I knew you could do it,"

B reaches out and rests his hand on Umbral's head, raking through his hair with a few affectionate strokes.

With red face and faraway eyes, Umbral cannot and does not hide how good it feels to finally be rewarded.

"Thank you."

[fandumb-whimsey]

So. My interest in crafting a variation of Scarecrow that leans into the "violent dancing" aspect aka turning him into more of a physical threat has also somehow spiraled into making him the leader of a fear cult. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So it all started with some dc wiki perusal and, at the mention of his violent dancing style, the page linked to the wiki entry for drunken boxing. I don't know why this is tbh, but the ideas started percolating. Now, I wouldn't apply any of the styles 1:1 to Jonathan because I don't think it'd be suitable; he wouldn't be like Jackie Chan in the Drunken Master, etc. The general conception, however, is very appealing:

It's unpredictable. Disorienting. Pretty ideal for someone who enjoys dishing out some delicious fear. But one of my fave parts:

I like the idea of him appearing unbalanced even when he's not actively engaged with an adversary. Because someone standing there looking like they could fall over is just a fun and potentially unsettling gimmick. Of course, this would also mean he has killer core strength. As much as I like ghoulishly thin Dr. Crane, this version would have muscle. He'd still be an ectomorph body type though so definitely more wiry and flexible.

Going from there, I started pondering on designs which would facilitate a more active fighter. My idea is very derivative of the Arkham Asylum version followed by TNBA Scarecrow and Arkham Knight designs for vibes. Looser/less clothing, more practical than spooky (unfortunately). My version of his mask is more horror movie to accommodate that. I asked myself what scares me and that's mortality and body horror, so some skull elements were definitely used. I'd love to go more into detail about it but it'd be better to have a doodle to go with my atomic level rambling on design choices. Initially, I veered more towards a medieval executioner feel, but it 1. was before I was like "okay but what if he had a cult" and 2. didn't mesh with the fighting thing. I guess. I kept it though since his look changes with a single article of clothing and it works with the whole life and death theme I have going. I call one look the Shepherd (has a hood, sickle with long handle as a "shepherd's crook" for weapon) and the other the Executioner (mask only, full on scythe mode). This would make more sense with drawings, though I'm not much of an artist. (Ｔ▽Ｔ) I'll still try though. Soon.

I don't know where the cult idea popped up from. Maybe it was the God of Fear comic storyline? Maybe it's all the shitty darksynth with ominous pipe organ and satanic chanting I listen to??? Anyway. The general idea is college professor Jonathan Crane would really like funding for experiments related to fear, but no one is interested. Somehow gets the idea to start some secret society (named something edgy and cool like Eye of the Crow Order) based on, you guessed it: fear! The concept would be making individuals stronger mentally by forcing them to confront their fears. And other philosophical bs. At least on the surface. Jonny boy really just wants willing participants in his experiments but shhhh they don't know that. Induction into the group would involve being injected with a weaker form of the fear toxin or something. With time, more people join in. People who want to get hit with the fear toxin again would prob get subjected to higher dosage or a more experimental variant.

The turning point is after he's fired for, you know, the whole shooting a gun in a classroom thing. He kidnaps those responsible and decides to make a spectacle of their murder during a meeting of the secret society. This causes massive division within the group and a double or nothing scenario; people who aren't cool with murder and craziness obviously bail out, but those completely devoted to the "doctrine" go all in. And so begins the era of Scarecrow and his fanatical cult following.

This version would have no need to hire thugs. He has his "flock" fully willing to carry out his vision. The most committed of them (his "Disciples" perhaps?) are probably those who volunteer for multiple occurrences of fear toxin experimentation (and live through it) which has left them a bit unhinged and probably very dangerous. These are the ones which would likely also get shipped to Arkham if caught. But yeah, the cult angle is great because it adds an element of intrigue (is this otherwise polite Gotham citizen part of his cult??) and it makes Scarecrow a bit more threatening not only to Batman and the Batfam, but to the other rogues. Can't imagine some of the latter would be very keen on dealing with zealous cult members if a team-up was orchestrated.

As for Jonathan, the whole thing starts as a front just to get bodies to experiment on but, after huffing enough toxin over the years, he starts fully believing he is the Master of Fear and deserves to be worshiped over it. ALSO. He has a nice, tidy murder of crows. He gets all of them to mimic the sound of creepy laughter and say "hroo hraa" :)

also also trying not to feel A Way at him calling his followers "lambs"

[throughalleternity]

Hi, Im the anon who asked about you using T. I just want to know which emotional and physical changes you went through and when they started. Also, I read often that going on T prevented people from crying as easily as before, one even said that he hasnt cried in 2 years(!), which honestly for me, who is quite an easy crier, and who doesnt believe that men who cry/show emotion are not masculine enough/unamanly, its quite horrifying to hear. So what is your experience with showing emotions/crying before and after T? And how has your partner shown their support? Or have you met them after being an extended amount of time on T?

Physical changes have been pretty much what one would expect I think: lower voice, more and thicker facial/body hair (maybe less than expected?), different body odor, rougher/oilier skin, fat redistribution, more vascularity, bottom growth, more muscle, male hairline, have just starting to treat male pattern hair loss... I'm probably missing some but those are what come to mind. I didn't track them as they happened, unfortunately, but I think they generally happened over the first year/couple years. I know that body fat redistribution wasn't something I noticed until at least a year in, and it probably continued to happen for a while. I lost fat off my face faster though, I think. Voice drop happened slowly over several months.

Emotional changes are harder to isolate since I was already dealing with a lot of stuff when I started T and that might have overshadowed any emotional changes. T and the changes made me less depressed, so I just generally felt better? I don't really remember anything else sticking out - I certainly didn't feel angrier or less emotional.

I can cry pretty easily, and I've cried easier since starting T! But again, kinda hard to isolate from everything else that has happened. The other thing is like. Time and getting older has played a role; I've learned more about my emotions and experienced things that cause new/stronger emotions, and that also makes it easier for me to be emotional. So it's definitely not just T - and even if you were to feel weaker emotions on T, I don't think that's how it always has to be. There are ways to get more in touch with your own emotions and things that will happen in your life that can do the same.

And lol I am single! And yeah, previous partners haven't really needed to be involved, so I don't have personal experience with that.

[min-yunki-agustd]

Hey, I had a request, I dont know if you are comfortable writing this or not but if you are can you please write about RM and that he is feeling insecure about his looks and weight so he starts dieting and it gets to the point he maybe faints, but the members help him get better. I understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it.

Sure! It's not my area of writing but I can do this! also, I hope you don't mind me adding a dash of emote. I hope you find this to your liking!

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker: Jin, yoongi, Jimin

Tw: Eating D*sorter, a small mention of emeto, nausea, fainting, etc

Word count: 1,195k

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There had been a lot of talks online about namjoon. No more than usual. Some things were good others not so much and namjoon tried to focus on the good ad the things that made him most happy. Something bad would always manage to slip through. He to writing about it to ignore and any other of the many tactics he's used over the years but something about these certain comments was weighing on him. It hit a little too close to home. He tried to play it off to the other members and to himself like it affect him. Though he'd worked hard to build his body into the shape it was he was incapable of looking at his appearance once he walked past a mirror in his house. He'd stopped training a while ago. He'd stopped due to the fact he was too busy and tired to do so but when he eventually had the time he decided not to. When he did manage to get a glimpse of himself it was a reflection or the mirror. He stop and wonder, why he was displeased with himself. Why he didn't like the person he'd worked so hard to become in the mirror. It upset him. He knew that a large percentage of the weight he had on his body was muscle but he still hated to see how big and bulky he was. He decided he had to do something about it. He figure he'd cut back a bit, diet. He's not unfamiliar with the notion of cutting back a bit. After all, that's all he did when he was younger, and even so during tours, but during tours, he had more access to more inquire and flavor-rich foods. He figures it won't be as hard to cut back since he's not doing as much physical activity as he would on tour or in his younger years.

He'd start today, he skipped breakfast, and lunch as well and at a small portion for dinner. So far so good he thought to himself. He was hungry that before but nothing he'd experienced before. He felt better about himself when he didn't eat as much. He was a week's worth of dieting before he began seeing drastic changes. At first, it wasn't anything anyone would notice but that changed after a few weeks. He'd fill the missing space in his clothes with more layers. As his body gets weaker and smaller his mind changes from contentment to unsatisfied. His losing so much weight wasn't a problem until others began to notice. a few members mentioned it in a joking tone. Losing weight in Korea was a sort of compliment. So if he saw an acquaintance they might mention it in a polite way. After a while, his preplanned clothing for certain events seems to swallow him whole upsetting his stylist a bit. The members began to have serious talks about it. Rm would calm their concerned thoughts and even lie explaining that the diet had an end soon. It was all put to an end by the members after on frightening event late one afternoon. The members were meeting up for a recording scheduled to be released a month or so from now. The members were all having a blast. Namjoon was too, as long as he didn't play around too much, or look at the food on the table, or do anything that would make him more tired than he already was. He kept and smile on his face. Any members are always the best. It was a little hard to keep the smile when he was reminded of the tonnes of disappointment the members felt for him for not taking care of himself.

It began to weigh over him. To the point where the other members began to yell out his name whenever they had to get his attention. He was lost in his own thoughts. There was a point at which he wanted to go to the bathroom. He told announced it when the talking died down a bit. He was feeling extremely tired and felt his thought was becoming too much. he hoped to go to the bathroom to escape them. After e announced his leaving he stood wobbly head banging and his stomach turning a little. All from the motion of forcing his weak body to move from his seat on the ground. He felt lightheaded as he texted the set to go find a bathroom. He had to stop a few times to collect himself. to his lunch nausea tapered off a bit once he made it to the bathroom. He rested the weight of his body on the sink. He looked into the mirror he looked sickly to himself. He hated what he saw. He felt awful for making the people around him worry. but he was at a point where he couldn't no longer eat anything at all. He knew he was in a bad place and that if he didn't stop it only get worse. With shaky hands, he turned on the sink and splashed water on his face. It was cold. He took a rough-to-the-touch paper towel and slowly exited the bathroom. If he was tired before he was twice as tired now. The simple act of walking was a workout for him now. He plastered a smile back onto his face before entering the room full of people. He could keep it up for long before his heart began to pound out of his chest. His vision became spotty. His throat was trying and his stomach turned harshly. Before he knew it his vision went dark ad he felt pain strike across his body. When he started to wake up. there was someone holding his legs up. and serval others talking over him. one's voice sounded a lot like yoongi's telling what seemed to be jin hyung to keep his legs up a little higher.

Namjoon tried to open his eyes but was immediately struck with dizziness. He closed his eyes back, held his head, and grew at the pain he was feeling all over. from his pounding head to his aching side. He must have fallen sideways into the floor. Jimin had an ice pack just above his hip. He could hear Jimin speaking too. " He's got a lot of bruises from the fall," Jimin says applying the cold compression on the leader. " how's that head doing joon?" yoongi asked. seeing that the younger was coming too. "si-ck" namjoon managed to slur. Namjoon's not sure why that was the first thing he said, he knows he has absolutely nothing to bring up. For the rest of the afternoon, the members comfort him. They give him medicine for his aching body and words of encouragement. Namjoons was throwing apology after apology. He felt ashamed that he had gotten to a point where he couldn't take care of himself. They invited themselves over to his apartment making sure he had everything he needs. They even managed to get him to eat a few bites. They also stayed the night making sure namjoon got good rest.

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It's a bit short my apologies

[terrence-silver]

i know you’ve talked about terry not wanting beloved involved with the dojo but i simply still must ask for your thoughts on a protege martial artist beloved. i used to do competitive martial arts and we were trained one-on-one a Lot. Intro classes are groups but advanced/specialized training was individual and man. the emotional intimacy of a teacher/student scenario but also the physical intimacy of dedicated martial arts training… when you do warm-up stretches and they’re trying to actually increase your flexibility they have the instructor sit across from you, with your legs open, and they place their feet on either side sort of in the calf area and push your legs apart for you so that you can go deeper into the stretch. and then sometimes they will grab your wrists and pull you too, or come up behind you when you’re doing like a butterfly stretch or a split and put both hands splayed on your lower back to push you forwards. like there’s so much potential here,,, tell me he wouldn’t relish in being able and even outright encouraged to devote literally all of his time to one special student. there are a thousand million plausibly deniable excuses for physical contact and i am convinced he would make ample use of every single one of them. and then sparring? oh my god. do not even get me started. i know terry is vehemently against other people hurting beloved but i can’t help but think he might enjoy hurting her himself; not like causing her any actual real harm but just. being rough with her, leaving bruises, pushing her limits and knocking her down over and over knowing she’s going to keep coming back for more, knowing she /wants/ this, and seeing her commitment to the sport and to the dojo as an extension of her devotion to him. anyway idk how cohesive this is but if it’s appealing as a premise to u at all i’d adore hearing your Thoughts

Terry would adore private lessons with beloved that are all for him.

Contorting.

Shaping beloved's body.

Using stress positions.

Massaging as a reward.

Molding their muscles to yield to him.

Respond to him.

Namely, I don't think he'd ever let any other Sensei in any other dojo, not even those he specifically employs, touch, knead, stretch or hurt beloved. Teach them a thing, least of all teach them Karate. That is, validly, an unique privilege that belongs to him and him alone --- he isn't a Master that likes sharing, and the line between exercise, roleplay, the positions of the Kama Sutra, sadism, erotica, BDSM and seduction very much blur. Beloved doesn't even have to be trained in martial arts. They don't have to be nimble. Flexible. Or apt for sport the way he is. He relishes in them being weaker in strength than him, that much is a given, because of how easily they can be overpowered and left at his mercy. The act of merely having his hands on them, making them his puppet on a string and employing sheer physicality on their body is legitimately all Terry wants, alongside the delicious pleasure and pain that comes with it, like someone squishing something soft possessively in the palm of their hand on the dojo mat --- and if they are already trained, by him, of course, in this private bubble where it is hard to tell if this is a prelude to sex or warm-up Kata, then that is simply an extra route open for him to sweetly pester them, playfully wrestling beloved, pinning them down, teasing and circling them, chiding them once they're disarmed. Now, how much of a competent fighter beloved would be is up for debate, because this is less about teaching and more about flirtation through the guise of teaching, a dash of sado-masochism, a dash of intimacy, a dash of dominance and submission and a dash of Terry flaunt his own physical capabilities to beloved, like someone preforming a mating dance. In the end, whatever Terry does to beloved during these 'classes', be it roleplay or taking the role of their willing yoga instructor and lover with a penchant for pressure points and the limitations of discomfort and that delicious sensual throb, it is a way for him to bond with beloved.

Explore and temper every inch of their body.

[tabslabs]

TBH one of the few THE stories that I've consistently wanted to do involved Jack and Benedict "Blue Dude" Hendrix swapping bodies because of the sheer joy Benedict would have over being able to take pictures of his body wearing anything but Blue for at least one day oh yea as per my own opinions on bodyswapping, their superpowers count as a strange middle ground and aren't inherit to the body so Blue Dude's blue curse is gone when he's in Jack's body I know this means absolutely nothing to you guys but trust me when I say it makes sense

I honestly have no idea how much I want to talk about how the powers fucking work I don't know, my mom said it was interesting and I like it but like- hmmm that's a lot of just talking and nobody will read all that but it's also what makes stories like that make any sense Essentially, SB powers develop after intense emotion, usually as a child. But the actual nature of the power is not determined before that, meaning that technically someone could get a different power if they changed time or whatever. This also means, that it is possible to have more than one, it's just incredibly unlikely to ever actually happen without outside help. The use of the powers is more like muscle memory and just plain thinking a certain way to use them, bla bla bla. That's all standard I feel- but since there is room for other powers, body swapping essentially wipes the slate for both people. Since Jack actively seeks out using his flame powers, he can muster them up again, but weaker since it's never been done in that body before. However, Benedict neither wants nor really explored his powers and has to kinda wait for another emotional event to give him new powers in Jack's body. Swapping back, however, means that they will go back to Jack's blazes and Benedict's "blue curse"

Anyhow "Jack" in tears over "Benedict" wearing rainbows is good content

[lemonsqueezedwhump]

sick prince at sea

{notes: im back! and with a sickfic with my boi's! sorry for being gone for so long! my reqs are open! and im gonna try to write some oc storys and some ones with no names} Pairing -poly pirates {mintaka x Morrígan x atlas} Summary - Mintaka, a young man, is boarding a ship with Atlas and Morrígan, who are worried about his safety. They offer to help him recover from his exhaustion and take care of him.-

Wordcount - 1036

"I don't need to be babied," Mintaka said. Minaka had just come back from a small quest, which he insisted on doing himself. Atlas and Morrígan didn't want Minaka to go alone, but he insisted.

Morrígan was bridal-carrying Minaka down the stairs to their room on the lower deck, her worry evident in her eyes. "I understand your need for independence, Mintaka," she said softly, "but we just want to keep you safe, love." Atlas had found Minaka boarding the ship. Shivering and wheezing from exhaustion, Mintaka had insisted that he was fine and didn't need any help. However, before he could get fully on the boat, Mintaka's weak legs gave out.

Morrígan softened her grip and carefully lowered him onto the bed. "I know you're strong," said Atlas, concern lacing his voice, "but sometimes even the strongest of us need a helping hand. You really scared the men, Seaweed." Seaweed was a cute pet name Atlas had been using for Taka for a bit. It made him feel all fuzzy inside. Or maybe that was his fever rising. As Mintaka lay on the bed, his breathing laboured and his body trembled, and Atlas couldn't help but worry. He had seen Taka so vulnerable before, but it was never this bad.

Morrígan gently brushed the hair away from Mintaka's forehead, her eyes filled with worry. "We'll take care of you, Taka," she whispered, her voice softer than her tough exterior would suggest. Atlas nodded, grateful for Morrígan's presence. He knew that together, they would do whatever it took to help Mintaka recover.

1….2…..3…..that's how many "escape plans" taka had made. He loves her partners, but this was nothing for him! Sure, he couldn't see right... and he could move without the world spinning, but he was fine!

Morrígan had taken the crew out to a local town for supplies. She got annoyed by the group's constant worry for their so-called "mother," so she “wanted to make use of them," or at least that's what she told Atlas. And the ship's captain needed to do some much-needed paperwork. It was a perfect time for Taka to sneak out of bed and get some work done. Make sure to clean up a bit. Make some food for the crew. Anything to make himself useful.

The hardest part of it was standing up to get out of bed. Taka's body ached from the pain, making it even more challenging to muster the strength, but he pushed through the discomfort and forced himself to stand up. As he stood, the world started to sway and shake. Taka steadied himself against the wall, his vision blurring for a moment. He took a deep breath, determined to ignore the dizziness and focus.

He had managed to get to the top deck of the ship with only a few bups on the walls. With each step, he could feel his muscles protesting. As he reached the top deck, a sense of accomplishment washed over him, overshadowing the lingering dizziness. His headache grew more intense, throbbing behind his eyes. Despite the pain, Taka started to grab the bucket and mop.

Deck: clean

supplies: organised

making food for the crew: just started

Taka had made a mental list of what he needed to do. He knew that cleaning the deck was just the beginning of his responsibilities. He also needed to ensure that all the supplies were organised and ready for use, and he had only just started preparing food for the crew. Taka was determined to complete his tasks, despite the growing headache and dizziness. 

Taka wasn't sure if it was him or the boat swaying anymore, and the heat from the stove didn't help. It only made his fever rise. As Taka continued to work, he could feel his body growing weaker and his vision becoming blurry. He knew he needed to take a break and rest. With every passing minute, the weight of his exhaustion became harder to bear. 

"mintaka?! What are you doing out of bed?!" 

Well, shit….he forgot Atlas was still on the ship. 

Taka turned around to see Atlas standing there, concern etched on his face. "I...I couldn't rest," Taka admitted, his voice weak. "There's still so much to do." Atlas sighed and gently guided Taka towards the sleeping quarters. "You need to take care of yourself," he said firmly. "The crew can handle things for now. You've done enough." 

"B-but I need to-" "Don't make me get Morrígan..." She wouldn't let you leave this ship for a month." Taka hesitated, realising that Atlas was right. He needed to prioritise his own well-being and trust the capable crew to handle the remaining tasks. Reluctantly, he allowed Atlas to lead him towards the sleeping quarters, knowing that he couldn't afford to push himself any further. 

The blanket was nice and soft. Taka sank into the cosy bed, feeling the exhaustion wash over him. He closed his eyes, grateful for Atlas's and the reminder to take care of himself. He was about to drift off when the slam of a door jolted him awake. Startled, Taka sat up and listened intently, his heart pounding in his chest. Just as he was about to look over at the door, a person he knew all too well pulled him into a tight hug.

"TAKA! How dare you! I've been worried sick about you!" The voice belonged to Morrígan. Taka could feel the mix of relief and anger in Morrígan's embrace. Taka's exhaustion instantly faded as he melted into Morrígan's hug, feeling a rush of emotions overwhelm him. He knew he had some explaining to do, but in that moment, all he could feel was the warmth and love radiating from Morrígan's embrace.

"Morrígan! Please! Takas is trying to sleep!!" Atlas had ran into the room after Morrígan , his voice filled with concern. Taka tried to pull away from Morrígan's embrace, but instead was pulled back into a hug, with Atlas now dragged into the hug. As Atlas joined the embrace, Taka couldn't help but smile at the unexpected reunion. The trio sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace and comfort in their shared love and support.