#and we know he doesnt admit to crying often

[get-back-homeward]

randomly caught this headline and surprise surprise, it’s a copy and paste job from an old interview. but now i’m curious.

has anyone run into the original 1994 Reverb interview?

According to Reverb, during a 1994 interview with guitar writer Tony Bacon, Paul shared which Elvis song made him burst into tears as an adult.

Reflecting back on The King’s 1950s Sun Studio records, Macca said: “Yeah. I heard them this summer – haven’t heard them for years – and I was blown away. I suddenly realised the last time I listened to this thoroughly was before The Beatles, before all that happened to me, and it just stripped it all away. It was like I was a kid playing snooker again and listening. It actually got me crying, pow. Really did it to me.”

The Elvis song that reduced Paul to tears was I Want You, I Need You, I Love You. The Beatles star said he could remember all the words, singing the lyrics: “Hold me close, hold me tight…”

The now 80-year-old shared: “And my kids were like, Dad, you know all the words to this stuff? You better believe it. And I thought, ‘Well, I once was a kid like this, before all The Beatles thing, and now you live with the whole legacy of The Beatles, and it’s great. You could do a lot worse.’ But you know what I mean? i Just the idea of that was fantastic—I was 17 again. Not a bad feeling when you’re 52. Anyway, what do you want to talk about? I’m nattering on here.”

ETA: I found it! 1994 Reverb Interview

[curseddollfaye]

boy, I can't wait to get next to you

“Giving you true love in abundance, uh-huh. Giving and taking because we're not a fling. Giving me faith that it's not another”

toxic baby daddy toji! x reader NSFW headcanon

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- Firstly, we have to talk about what’s under those sweat pants…

- Happy trail for days, thick thighs for days, back muscles that make you wanna mark him all up. He’s 7 inches soft and I would say 9 inches when he’s fully hard (he be all up in your guts to say the least)

- pink tip, veiny underside, you struggle to take him all into your mouth whenever you give him head. Often having to stroke what doesn’t fit or sometimes when you both are feeling it he’ll shove the rest of it in your mouth; muttering a soft

- “Don’t worry slut, I’ll make it fit. I always do don’t it?”

- He’s a dominate and would never let you sub (again, but that’s a story for another time ;) not that you would want to but Toji is just NOT submissive at all.

- his hands are on of your personal favorites. Apart from the looks of course. If he’s not sex on legs then you don’t know what.

- but you don’t miss the way the cashier from the grocery store slammed your eggs into the plastic bag whenever she saw you checking out with him happy at your trail…he knows he’s good looking too! which doesn’t help much when you’re green with jealously every once in a while

- Toji is 6’1 as established, he towers over you and you can admit proudly that you’ve always had a thing for big beefy men.

- SLUTTY LITTLE WAIST

- He was all muscle, obviously Toji likes working out! He likes lifting weights the most.

- you ask him to skip his morning gym session to lay with you he responds with a sly

- “Baby did you not see the way I was picking up up and fucking you last night? Daddy needs to be strong for his pretty slut”

- doesnt end up going to the gym and lays with you instead because you always get your way

- is very experienced! DUH

- Toji was a known bachelor. Before you he was with many women. He takes pride in knowing that he can satisfy a woman. Especially and strictly when that woman is you.

- Has mastered how to eat your pussy out until you’re gripping his head and crying out

- HE IS A MUNCH!!!!!

- Loves eating your pussy , breakfast , lunch and dinner. He’s not the slightest bit ashamed of it. Watching you quiver him and shake from the pleasure he was giving you did all sort of shit to his cock

- generous lover through and through. Your pleasure always comes first to him

- You will never forget on your first anniversary when he had you spread on the bed.

- Somewhere in Greece

-Thong shoved to the side and he really gave no fucks who was hearing from underneath the balcony

- the bastard had left the balcony doors open..which you hadn’t minded at first. Thinking it was innocent as the sun set and the soft breeze whipped through the silky lace curtains…

- “Gonna show everyone who this pussy belongs to, who makes you cry from how hard you get fucked…you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Toji had chuckled. Holding your legs apart and occasionally letting his hands wonder to grip your tits. The sounds of him sucking your clit into his lips and slurping all your juices into his mouth while groaning from your taste.

- you honestly were so lost in pleasure before you knew it he had manhandled you into the mating press and you were being fucked like you sinned

- LETS TALK KINKS!!

- No secret he had a breeding kink

- Lets be real it took you two year to have this man’s baby which you gladly did!

- Many nights were he’s had you with your legs to your chest while his cock drives in and out of you in a punishing pace. A white ring forming spring his base as your grip his forearms for some stability. Your creamy cunt squeezing him in so well.

- How could he not come inside you? And he does so with filthy words leaving his pretty lips

- “Mmm yeah you dirty fucking bitch take my cum. I’m gonna make sure it catches so you won’t think about leaving me ever again”

- “You want my babies? You think you’ve earned this fucking load? Come for me again and I’ll think about if you deserve it or not”

- “Gonna put my fucking baby into you so everyone remembers who you belong to, ohhh fuck…ahaha….m’gonna make your tummy so round for me. Making those fucking tits leak milk for our baby”

- he’s a big fan of titties

- but one thing Toji truly can’t get enough of is your ass

- worships it as if it’s his personal sanctuary

- you ALWAYS have marks on your cheeks from his bitting and nibbling whenever you two fuck

- because of this one of his personal positions is doggy, this man needs to hit it from the back

- eyes wandering down to watch your sss smack against his pelvis as he grins your hips and sets the pace for you both.

- has definitely pulled out mid stroke and buried his face into your soft pussy lips. gripping them fat of you ass cheeks back while his tongue wildly explored your wet cunt.

- you can only gasp and let out a pornographic moan as your eyes roll to the back of your skull “t-toji…daddy…ahhh!”

- loved LOVES coming inside you, but painting your ass with his white pearly cum is a bonus too

- also cumming on your face

- Toji makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and it’s because he knows you are. He knows men are lined up ready to be with you. Who wouldn’t!! Your a man’s dream and Toji has it in his head that every man that looks your way wants you

- It honestly offends him

- Which is why he always throughly enjoys coming on your face

- His hand moving quick against his cock, red tip leaking pre- cum begging for release, his other hand petting your hair, moving your hair from your face. His thumb slipping into your mouth. Warm muscles wrapping around his digit. You looked so innocent yet so fucking dirty at the same time. Your eyelashes fluttering against your tinted cheeks. His eyes wandering down to look at your plump lips. His thumb fully engulfed as your tongue swirls around it. Your start bobbing your head, mimicking you ducking his cock and his pace around himself starts to stutter.

- Toji swears he’s about to have a heart attack when he wants you tug your tank top down letting your tits spill out for him

- he cums on your face

- Is into taking pictures and photos of you, he keeps them safely in a password and Face ID locked folder on his phone

- is obsessed when you send him pictures while he’s away on business trips or conferences

- One time he had been gone for two full weeks, scheduled to fly back the next day.

- Toji’s had a glass shot glass up to his scarred lip, tossing it back, basking the feeling of success and new beginnings for him. He knew the deal would go off without a hitch. He was Toji Fushiguro after all, he didn’t waste his time.

- A light buzz caught his attention

- His green eyes peered up from his associate , who was happily chatting with one of the investors who was already sold on the idea of investing in Toji’s new expansion of nightclubs in Kabukicho. Japan’s vast nightclub, bars, and restaurant district.

- Picking up his phone Toji smiled at the name

- pretty girl

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- Typing in his password he opened up his messages, his jaw fell slack.

- A 15 second long video of you, your hands playing with your boobs as you sat back in the jacuzzi that he knew too well

- he had it put in your master bathroom shortly after you broke it off, he heard you saying something about being nice to have one to relax your muscles in. he had the money so, why not?

- His finger hovered over the play button, but not before quickly putting the volume all the way down and looked around to make sure no one was in near proximity

- we all know this man is possessive as fuck, doesn’t give two shits that you two are not together because according to Toji

- “tch….Technicalities baby…” he muttered to you when you remind him of the very (annoying) fact.

- his breath hitches when he presses play. Your hair is up, a few strands falling in front of your eyes, soapy tits come into view. Your fingers playing with the soft flesh.

- Toji at that point couldn’t be more jealous of soap bubbles in his life.

- He shivers and feels his pants tighten against his skin.

- The video ends with your smirk on your plump lips. Eyes saying ‘fuck me’ and of course he would if he was there.

- Toji mutters grumpily at your teasing, angry he couldn’t be at home giving you what you desperately need.

- His girl needs to be fucked and he’s away in another country , what an inconvenience for the both of you

- he quickly types a response before getting up to say goodbye to his brand new investors and excuse himself back to the hotel room.

- ‘naughty girl, you better be ready for me by the time I get back to my room or else you don’t come at all tomorrow when I get there’

- Although Toji is a very dominate man, he’s also the softest man for you. You bask it in, and sometimes you never want to let it go. Whenever he’s making love to you on the bed. Passionate sex filled with words of promise and sorrys. Toji lets himself melt into you as you moan into his shoulder while he whispers the sweetest words to you. It often leaves you wondering if you would ever find a man that was willing to give you as much as him.

- it scared the shit out of you.

- “oh fuck baby…babybaby…mmm….mean so much to me. Fuck ‘yer so perfect”

- “Cant ever be with another woman, you’re the only one of me beautiful…You’re the only one for me. This sweet pussy was made for me, takes me so well.”

- “I love you so much beautiful”

[lesbianfakir]

Thinking about this post and can we talk about how important it is that fakir was okay with Duck not loving him back?

I think it’s fair to say it’s pretty heavily implied that he’s in love with her, and it’s explicitly confirmed in the guidebook.

While Duck’s feelings for him are more nebulous and hard to pin down, from his perspective she’s in love with Mytho. We as the audience know she doesn’t actually feel that way about Mytho but from Fakir’s perspective everything she’s done so far has been for Mytho. She admitted to him in episode 12 that she had feelings for mytho and there has been nothing to dissuade him from this line of thinking. In fact, he finds her crying because mytho chose rue.

There’s this little moment I like. When Duck tells him mytho has chosen rue as his princess his eyes narrow ever so slightly.

[ID: two screenshots of Fakir from episode 25. In the first he is looking at Duck (off camera) with a serious expression. In the second he narrows his eyes slightly. End ID]

He REACTS to this news, even if it’s subtle. And he doesnt look happy about it. Fakir is upset that Mytho rejected Duck. And this seems so antithetical from what we come to expect from a romantic subplot.

So the girl he loves loves someone else… and he’s okay with that. He never tries to pressure or guilt Duck into being with him. Hell he never even mentions his feelings. She likes someone else so what’s the point. But this never dissuades him from his devotion to her. He doesn’t give her an ultimatum or make her choose. He doesn’t even seem get upset that she loves someone else. Even when she goes back to being a duck destroying his last hope of being with her romantically, even then he never wavers. He wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Whether that’s as friends or as partners or as just a simple boy and a duck, he wants to be with her. How she feels for him doesn’t matter so much as getting to share his life with her.

And I find this such a refreshing spin on tired romance tropes. “Just friends” looms large in our media so it’s lovely to see a boy in the so called “friendzone” who’s okay with it. Beyond okay he treasures the time he spends with Duck. His affection for her doesn’t hinge on reciprocation.

It’s so common for characters in fakir’s archetype to grow angry or sad that they’re not “the one,” often lashing out at the girl who doesn’t return their feelings. But instead we have Fakir who’s perfectly content to stay Duck’s friend. After all, being her friend is a gift in itself.

I just love to see a platonic relationship not treated as a lesser stepping stone to a romantic relationship. Sure, Fakir has feelings for Duck. But that in no way undermines the friendship they already have. It’s treated with all the gravity usually reserved for romantic relationships. They’re going to spend their lives together and whether that’s as friends or as lovers—that part isn’t important.

I’m tired of media treating friendships like they’ve suddenly become worthless when one party develops feelings and the other doesn’t return them. With fakiru, the lovely part is that their relationship is built on such a strong foundation it can stand on its own. We the audience are free to interpret it as romantic, platonic, or something in between, but with any reading their close friendship forms the centerpiece.

[emmetofthestars]

anything more about iris you would like to share with the class? also i think we do not hear about jay very often. what about her?

iris. chronic tv watcher. doesmt want to talk to anybody or "socialize" so uhm. the tv is all thats left. also some things i think about regarding development. all blu teammates changed majorly from my first ever ref sheets of them all, both visually and especially on personality. iris was leaning more onto pathetic in my first ever concept. while now xe's more like. vindictive and cranky to me. much less of a "aheem heem whimper" but much more of a. he wants to explode at minor annoyances so bad but instead of saying a word it all stays in his head. looks at the floor while walking around. not on purpose but because she cant be bothered. ok well she also doesnt wanna look into peoples eyes for long.

umm jay has more direction now uhm. she was nothing in the first ref sorry. like nothing at all. i literally had no clue what i wanted to do with her. anyways now she wants to live in the outside world but she glorifies it without admitting. and she also doesnt admit that there are alot of things she doesnt know at all. and also that she has no plan at all. just that she wants to stop working at blu. she doesnt know how and in the end i feel like even if she tried to make a step towards. idk. going places and seeing "the real world". she'd end up sorely disappointed at the end of the day and just wishing things were simpler. ill be real i dont think blu are paid. at all. they have no money they dont go out and they likely dont even know that you need to pay money to get things. if she was asked to pay for something she wanted she legit would not know what to do besides ask "how?". and idk, if she learned that to live, people have to work anyways, i think it would destroy her. and she'd just sit somewhere alone to think about it. idk if she would even cry. she'd just think. even worse is if she ever found out that people arent immortal by default, and that the people who have to work also have limited time and strength to do it all. but respawn machines are what blu team are literally born with and i dont think it would be at all easy for any of them to accept that life is finite and that they are not exceptions. and that they are also mortals. jay would take it hardest of all i think. but like, thats hard to say because itd be earth shatteringly shocking to anyone on blu team. regardless of if they wanna live or not.

[fruitycircus]

ok quick rundown of my take of that laserblast & venomous are brothers au i drew earlier. ill probably revise this later with images & junk but im just gonna go through it now and update later.

it also might be nice to mention that this was based on my own speculation of the connection between lb & pv back in 2019, all pre-big reveal & lets get shadowy

soo laserblast and later venomous were born between two heroes in neo riot city (im not sure if id get into the parents but id say one was human and the other some type of lizard/snake mutant) laser got his folk's powers and good looks, and venomous didn't, tho he did recieve some mutant traits including always being ourple.

fast forward a couple years to when POINT has been a solid team for a while now with laserblast himself, foxtail, and dr. greyman, and also silverspark, el bow, and rippy roo a bit later. venomous had been offered to enroll in POINT prep so he could join the team by his big brother, but as of right now venomous holds it off and says he's busy with his own personal studies, all of which are based on glorbs (like what theyre made of, if they can be modified wink wink nudge nudge, etc) but he is able to take on the offer. he currently studies in a separate building disguised as a common shop winkity wink wink. tho he admits its a tad bit suspicious, ven claims that he means no harm and just uses the building as a controlled work zone for his projects. only he and laser know about this location, and ven says he doesnt trust POINT with this information but plans to tell them when he can confirm his tests are stable and safe to use. he also recently aquired a test rat from a science program that "re-inhabits" lost critters for the sake of science. although ven just didnt have the heart to use her for his projects, thus she treats her more like a pet / friend / child and names her fink

now would also be a good time to mention laser & ven's own issues; laser's is unchanged from canon (abt him feeling that his powers are mid compared to his team and how he felt like he couldnt be himself even with his girlfriend carol and what he was capable for doing compared to her.) ven, although content with his complete lack of powers, struggles with being seen. his brother is the laserblast for crying out loud, he often feels overshadowed and/or just known as laserblast's sibling. he wants to make a name for himself with his own passion. yeah, being offered to possibly join POINT is an amazing opportunity, but ven isnt sure if huge superhero teams are his calling. all he knows that science is something he likes but is unsure if his current experiments are something he'll do forever. he wants a life that he doesnt have and an opportunity that doesnt exist...yet!

anyways, ven and fink goes out into the city to get more supplies for his experiments, but while he was gone greyman enters the "donut shop" and then its all downhill from here: greyman alerts the team of a possibly villain living there (again, laser was the only one who knew that ven was doing this), foxtails sends laser, silverspark, and el bow to investigate, laser offers to "check the perimeter" and tries to cover up his brother's work, which all leads up to the sandwich incident where laserblast is presummed to be shrunk or teleported or whatever. POINT recieves the news and his heartbroken about the loss of their beloved hero... but we all know he survived by escaping into a sewer pipe and left the scene.

the next morning, laser tries to go back to the surface and explain everything to the team but is confronted by ven. he doesnt know how to feel knowing his life work was destroyed, why laser almost abandoned his team / girlfriend in the moment, or just really what laserblast was thinking. laser and ven squabble for a moment until laser straight up tells ven to confirm that he is dead and isnt coming back, and then leave. ven assumes hes bluffing and waits...and waits...and...uh oh.

a few weeks pass and POINT is nearly in shambles. el bow was fired since he was blamed for laser's disappearance, rippy roo starts looking into atomic physics, greyman starts building chip damage, and carol is confirmed to be pregnant with laser's baby. during all of this, ven tries to contact POINT about the truth about the sandwich incident, but no one is able to give him the time of day to listen. this breaks him to bits, he knew POINT didnt know him that well, but they were just straight up ignoring him now. he felt so powerless knowing that his brother was alive and probably wouldnt bother coming up after what he (and carol) said. what was ven supposed to do without his big brother in the w-

wait a minute!

ven has an epiphany: with his brother no longer a thing, he's no longer in laser's shadow and could do whatever he wanted to now!! sure its grim, but its true. POINT never gave a second thought about him so its not like they'd reach out now! and soon enough venomous started studying bioengineering and making various projects and weapons and even begins working with glorbs again, although rather than just studying them he dives deeper into their effects and how they can be used a power supplies, both as actual energy and powerups for heroes. he also invents what would be the turbo collar, to which he gives to his daughter / now (maybe-self-proclaimed?) minion fink!! however, a problem did arise: no hero was willing to buy his projects feeling as if they were made with ill intent. some villains did reach out to purchase and although ven was skeptical they sure did pay a pretty peny for it, not to mention he did realize that he had some sharing ideals with them, and before everyone knew in ven broke into the villain market and became who we know today as professor venomous. sometimes he missies his brother, but he now considers it a lost cause and not much we can do about it today. from here on out everything about him lines up to the show's events (we're captured, villains night out/in, etc)

on a more somber note, laser stayed under the city weeping about being far weaker than he was before. he begins physically deteriorating into something he could even reconinze. but even at his lowest point, he refused to give up. he needed his powers back and then sum. he wants his old life back to the way everything was. he remebered some of his bro's studies about glorbs, but only the results of each experiment. he had to learn how to reverse engineer it all by himself, and thats what he set himself to do. but how was he supposed to get glorbs? steal them? well, yeah, i guess. and thus changed lase- no, shadowy figure's trajectory and goal. he travels though the city system to steal glorbs from various hideouts, stores, etc. and once the city ran dry, he jumped to the next town over and rinse and repeat until he went to lakewood plaza turbo, home of the elusive glorb tree which would of gave shadowy an almost lifetime supply of glorbs for him. when we wasn't stalking to plaza and being a creep, he was working with the glorbs he stole to make them regain his original powers and more permanently.

the thing is, he actually did have a power that survived. y'know that purple depower bubble TKO can make?? yeah, shadowy is completely immune to that. you cant mess with something that isnt there. it might seem usless considering not many heroes possess that type of power, but it sure can come in handy when your son, specifically his evil alter ego, tries to attack.

aaaand thats it!! ill probably have to look back at this later but for know here it is in all of its angst-fueled glory. moral of the story? you can both be the evil twin. ty and goodnight!!!!

[themediummultiverseau]

So now we know that papyrus is aware of the ghost, but what does he think of each of them? (Doesn't need to be every single one but maybe just the ones he most often heard about? Tho i wouldn't mind all of em either)

Maybe why dream and killer are fond of him, and what do the others think?

(im sorry i havent answered this, ive just been so drained and i just dont have the mental or physical energy to draw for it, but the guilt has been eating me alive, so im gonna write this out, and i might edit it to add art after if i can)

lets work in areas, we'll start with the park ghosts, and then year order, then ill give paps answers as to how he feels about them at the end

Nightmare - He admires Papyrus's enthusiasm, and can see how he very clearly cares about his brother very strongly, and admires how close they are as siblings, something he wishes he had with dream. He also sees how him and dream similar, at least, how he remembers dream to be.

Cross - He sees the hidden strength that others do not in him, but also sees his peaceful nature within. Always sees the good in everyone, believing that they can be the best version of themself if they try, something he wishes he could have himself.

Dust - is kinda scared of him, but once he saw that he wasn't like his brother, he warmed up to him, wishing his brother was like him, someone who cared, and when sans told paps about this, paps offered to be his new brother, dust smiled for the fist time in a long while when he got the news

Horror - He wants so desperately to hug paps, and thank him for everything he has and still does for sans and their makeshift family. When paps learned of Horrors past, he told sans to bring him some of the spaghetti he was making, and leave it as an offering for him to have. Horror cried when he got the food. Paps insists that even when he doesnt go with sans to see them, that he take food for him, and Horror is so honoured

Killer - He sees Paps as the brother he never had. Killer didnt have any siblings, the only one i believe - minus blue who im working on behind the scenes - and in the ghost family, he's the youngest, he kinda sees paps as his baby brother, but doesnt want to share that cus he feels like he'd be stealing him from his real brother if he did, which is silly, paps has enough love for everyone.

Hospital

Dream - he relates to paps, and sees his younger self in his carefree attitude. He sees the adult Paps is, still so hopeful about the world, and wishes he still thought that way.

Geno - doesnt really interact with him much, he likes him, but theyre not very close. Genos kinda a mum friend, and sees paps as someone in the group of people he cares for, but they dont spend much time together

Town

Ink - routinely forgets of paps existence, when he's reintroduced, they get along great, and tend to hype each other up when talking about topics theyre interested in, very eager to hear about the others interests

Lust - while first wary, lust if very comfortable with him now. lust tends to be cautious with everyone he meets for the first time, due to his past, but he sees that paps is a good person, and sees him as what everyone should be, a shoulder to cry on, and a friend to lift your spirits ;)

Error - He doesnt really care about paps, he doesnt really care about anyone, but sometimes paps will offer him some wool or some knitting needles, and is now in his good books, though he'll refuse to admit it

paps :

Nightmare - he tries to help him see that he doesnt need to be so uptight all the time, everyone around him loves him, he doesnt always need to be "perfect," hes perfect to them all the same

Cross - He thinks Cross is so cool! While obviously paps is very cool, sometimes deep down he doesnt really believe it, but Cross really is! he hopes one day he will be just as brave and cools as him!

Dust - He feels really bad for him, he just want to give him a big hug, but he cant, so he'll make do with silent one sided comfort. he understands what its like for there to be so much noise in your head, that sometimes you want to scream, sometimes all you need is a hand to.... not hold

Horror - He's very glad that such a great baker likes his cooking! sometimes, he'll ask horror for new recipes, or tips to try, and together they run a small cooking blog online, stating that they have and old family cook book, and want the world to have access to those recipes, with sans typing it up for them - Its Ghost written ;)

Killer - He's very energetic! If he was visible to him, he'd love to show off cool magic attacks or have a friendly spar with him! They'd get along like a house on fire - just dont tell Nightmare that

Dream - Hes so sad to see the light squashed out of someone once a beacon of joy, and he hopes that with a few more people to speak to, and someone to show him the world can be good, that spark will rekindle - but maybe dont word it like that

Geno - He's very nice! Very mature, if a little morbid, he want to get closer to him, maybe he just needs to visit a little more!

Ink - Hes very cool! A very talented artist, and he like all papyrus's puzzles! sometimes they'll talk for hours about new ideas

Lust - he doesnt understand why lust wont show himself to him, that what his power is, right? But he respects that maybe he just doent want to! thats okay, he cant see the other ghosts either, if lust wants space to be happy, he can give him that

Error - He sees him as sort of like a cat, antisocial, but will begrudgingly tolerate your presence, one day he'll get him to like him! he refuses to give up!

Now, you have to remember, Papyrus cant see the ghosts, and while he can kinda feel where they are, he cant hear them (with the exception of horror, but thats not his voice) so -

Imagine Sans sitting in the corner translating everything for paps to hear FOR. EVERY. CONVERSATION.

mans just a walking Ouija board at this point

[laesas]

About the violence ask thing:

10,17,21,9,20,4

10. worst part of fanon

Daddy Chan. Every time there is a "subtle" background ChanBig where Big "slips up" and says "Yes daddy" I literally vomit into my own mouth. If i see it again I will start chundering into envelopes and mailing them to people as I see fit.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Vers fics: When an author takes a "stereotypical" dynamic and plays with it, it tells me they've actually thought about the characters, their likes and dislikes and motivations. (it also says gay people like what they like during sex and it literally doesnt matter just like real life!! but that's besides the point!!).

I'm much more likely to read a ChayKim or PeteVegas oneshot *because* of an authors willingness to play around with character dynamics. I've read some outstanding PorscheKinn fics where Kinn is revealed as treating topping as the least 'gay' way to be gay (and as we learned in the very first scenes of KinnPorsche: "do you still like gelato" - being gay is treated as a weakness/thing to mock) so any exploration of being gay + sex acts as subversion/rebellion is so tasty delicious to me.

ALSO JUST KENBIG IN GENERAL. ANY ORDER. ANY TIME. THEYRE FUCKING. EVERYTHING. TO ME. OK GOOD.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Genuinely loathe to admit that I lost interest in Kinn x Porsche when they started being happy-clappy "in love" around episode 8-9. I apparently only love bitches with severe problems lmao.

9. worst part of canon

Other than the absolute tonal dissonance between some of the scenes (KimChay breakdown to helicopter sloppy my behated) - I think KinnPorsche completely missed a trick when it came to bodyguard deaths affecting the other bodyguards. I know I bang on about Big and Ken as my favourites, but having 2 of the highest ranking bodyguards die- one of which was a trusted traitor and one of which died protecting Porschem- affect??? noone??????? Especially when the fact that nobody mourned BIG - who died for Kinn's LOVE and for Porsche. The fact that Kinn barely mourned Big could have absolutely played a super interesting role in Pete's decision to leave. It could have sowed seeds of doubt in Porsche's trust of Kinn - and if they HAD left space for Kinn to grieve the loss of his closest bodyguard, it could have really reshaped Kinn and Porsche's whole dynamic in an interesting way.............. idk. I think it's a loose end and a poorly handled opportunity for interesting characterisation. But the extra time did make room for KinnPorsche fart jokes sooo it's fine. I'm not seething. :)

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

I will defind Jeff Satur to the ends of the earth. BUT AND HOWEVER. I genuinely think that the direction for Kim's interactions with Chay were relatively poor and far too focused on Kim/Jeff looking pretty than like... showing genuine emotion. Barcode seemed to act rings around Jeff at times, and yet in scenes where he *was* allowed to show emotion (see bar scene and polaroid scene!!!) he fucking smashed it. But scenes like WDYS at the end lacked emotional depth because the production was too worried about Jeff looking good on camera for a music video clip rather than the emotional payoff of the scene...

I also think KimChay could/SHOULD have absolutely been lesbians. There's something so fucking lesbian about KimChay I could cry. I nominate Silvy Pavida as Kim and Fah Yongwaree as Chay. but that's just my lesbian opinion.

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

fdhjkhsknhdajksh GOD. I honestly don't block all that often. I hate to end on an actually sour note but - just people treating the Build situation as "tea" or "entertainment" or "hashtag drama" when like...... it was just so serious to me. idk. I definitely blocked a few people that I personally think handled that badly.

That said while I generally dont block often, I did block someone yesterday for blazing stranger things fanfiction with no readmore onto my dashboard. It was like 6k+. It was just quicker to scroll up and block than get to the bottom of it haha

THANK U FOR ASKING ANON ILY

🔥 The Choose Violence Ask Game 🔥

send me some here 💌

[ronkeyroo]

>.>; Going for a hard question! How would Raven and Farkas, and then Raven and Vilkas make amends after an argument/disagreement?

*Rubs hands* okay sleep deprived brain lets GO!

Ky this is such a lovely question , and an important one too!!!! Its not always sunshine and kisses with these three, I like to imagine that it doesnt happen too often but when it does theres alot of aftercare involved after communication gets done. while I see Raven having less disagreements/conflicts with Farkas out of the twins, there’s definitely quite abit of them with Vilkas (because hes Vilkas and Raven is a stubborn bimbo with alot of pride and self recklessnes which im sure drives Vil’ insane sometimes.) especially when they have disagreements around the subject of “doing things smart, and not emotionally/impulsively “ which clashes with Raven, since she practically always operates based on emotion and instinct alone. WHICH MORE TIMES THAN NOT GETS HER INTO TROUBLE SO VILKAS IS RIGHT SCOLDING HER BUT ANYWAYS let’s entertain the thought that shes having some sort of argument with the twins!

Both of the brothers have their own individual approaches but they share similar tendencies for the aftercare Ive mentioned and that being: Physical affection. Farkas isn’t the best with words, he wouldn’t let it stop him from talking things out, but, at the end of it all he prefers to embrace her tightly, hold her close while uttering hushed apologies as he litters the top of her head with tender kisses. Hes a kind hearted man, so knowing he might’ve inflicted some sort of hurt tugs at his heart heavily, guilt washing over and expressed through the most gentle displays of affection. Upon witnessing him like this Raven would absolutely godamn melt, a similar wave of guilt washing over her. Wanting nothing more but to toss whatever made them conflict in the first place into oblivion and whisk all of his guilt and sadness away; she wouldnt let him go, crying into his shoulder and firmly dismissing his apologies while promising everything is alright and will be alright as she holds onto him, her hand quickly finding his cheek to kiss him repeatedly. Even when they disagree or quarrel the hurt and frustration quickly dies out under the overwhelming love and understanding they have for one another 😭

As for Vilkas, it can either go both ways: UNYIELDING SEXUAL TENSION THAT ENDS UP SLAMMING ONTO THE BEDROOM or Vilkas genuinely needing his time away to both give space and process. He and Raven are both fiery types, so when they have a disagreements its best they cool down first. They have this situation where the both of them end up sulking for an hour before making the first move to reconcile and then they meet one another halfway being like “😳😒😔🥺”. Vilkas would admit he shouldn’t have gotten angry while Raven would sigh back with a small, sad smile saying “I gave you a pretty good reason to…” , But Vilkas would quickly dismiss that, saying that it still shouldn’t become a habit and that hed love them to exercise communicating their feelings better. He would absolutely collect her into a soft hug, brushing her hair and pressing their foreheads together before kissing her briefly, apologizing, but also reassuring: “We’ll get through, love, we always do” (WHICH IS AN ACTUAL DIALOG OF HIM INGAME) aND HHGNGH she would embrace him so tighly, with this kind of “ I love you, you ass” vibe.

They all just���love each other so much so alot of those situations will be quickly resolved with the power of love, communication and intimacy and im WEAK for that 🥺😭💓

[dysphoriccanada]

my entire childhood i was terrified of admitting things about me or opening up because i was scared my family wouldnt understand. i was the first born grandchild, i was the eldest daughter, i was academically gifted, and i often felt i was more a possession you show off at dinner parties than the nine year old who wanted to share an ice cream. i wouldnt verbalize how touching without me initiating made my skin crawl, how not knowing what to eat at a restaurant made me want to cry, or how loud and unexpected things made me paranoid for days. i didnt want to shatter their reality because then theyd just be left with me. and i wasnt sure thats what they wanted.

when i turned sixteen, my doctor presented me with a task. she told me she wanted me to pay attention to every action around me; take in all the details, keep a journal of the tiniest moments. she wanted me to try and focus on the little good moments, to help me see the good in mine and my families relationships. i never took her seriously when she said these things, but i did it anyways, for laughs, and for something to do.

the entries started small at first. my sister making a point to come find me at lunch to see if i was eating anything. my mom standing next to me while i cried because the binder i ordered didnt fit. my dad keeping a playlist of music we both liked equally when we had to drive somewhere together. things i felt that they did only because that was a very normal action or reaction.

then i made a mistake, and i spent christmas of 2018 in the hospital, and my nites on the little things kept piling up. my dad came to see me every day on his lunch break without fail. my mom brought me a new book every couple of days. my sister called every night (she was and still is terrified of hospitals) to say a prayer for me. my dad bought me a stuffed animal that reminded me of my childhood dog, and my sister sent him her chore money so he could get me a better blanket after mom mentioned i didnt like how stiff the hospital sheets were.

i chalked it up to me being in a delicate place, and they didnt want me to feel like i was disappointing them. my doctor told me to keep writing in the journal. the little things started to become more noticeable after i got home.

my dad and i dont hug and we never really have. but he always stands close enough that i can press my forehead to his shoulder or lets me grab his sleeve when im stressed. my mom has trouble with my name, but she’s always the first to introduce me as her son, because thats the title that matters most. my sister doesnt like talking about her problems and hates when i try to involve myself with her relationship status, but im the first person she calls when she needs to talk during a drive, or when shes freaking out over an assignment.

then my doctor told me to take notice of the rest of my family. the ones i was so scared of tellling.

my grandma doesnt make me talk to her, but she scrunches up her nose and eyes at me across the table to show me she’s acknowledging im there. my papa keeps a copy of every school picture of me in his wallet. my mothers sister cried when i told her, then made her husband grab me a beer so i could practice pretending to like it because she didnt want her son to try and crack any jokes about me not being man enough to chug. the quilt thats been on my bed at my grandparents for the past three years has been the same, but i only noticed the tiny signature on the corner last week, telling me its a quilt my great grandmother made.

my cousin told me i was his little brother always, and his girlfriend told me im always welcome in their home and that the upstairs spare bedroom is pretty much mine whenever i need it. my best friend of seventeen years gets me that cheesy “birthday boy” ribbon from the dollar store every year without fail. my coworker told me her son - who i babysit - wanted to invite me to “boys day” with him and his dad.

my entire childhood i was so focused on the big picture of all the things my family didnt do - things i didnt even want to happen in the first place - that i was completely lost on all the things they did do. my family loved me. just only in the ways they thought i would better understand.

im 22 this year. on monday my grandma is taking me to the hospital so i can get bloodwork done. im getting my natural hormone levels tested so that my doctor knows how much testosterone i’ll need for my shots. afterwords she wants to show me her recipe for honey-bread, and my papa wants me to sit with him and watch some new nature documentaries. my sister cant wait to get home for reading week so i can braid her hair the way she likes and read her study notes out loud so she can retain them better. my mom and i are gonna visit her side of the family so i can tell them the good news. and my dad - with our updated playlist - is gonna help me assemble my new bookshelf.

it’s the little things.

[fakestorchestra]

sending in dedan for the ask game,, :>

~ @kentofukamiya

MY PHONE ATE THE ANSWER FOR THIS THE FIRST TIME IM SO SORRY

-What made me like them: with a character i've loved for so long i am honestly at a loss for what to answer based on my first time playing the game back in 2013, considering i was like 13. i think if you asked me back then my answer would've been 'unga bunga hot monster man', and while i would be a big fat liar if i said i didn't find him attractive, that's obviously not my main motivator for liking him now! i think other than nostalgia for the old fandom and having him as one of my very first f/os, the easiest way to sum it up would be 'i find dedan a fun character to write and think about'. he's far from one of the most complex characters, but there's a fair bit to work with and i do think he's more than Just an angry asshole, even if that's the main personality trait at the forefront

-My favorite thing about them: it's hard to pinpoint just ONE thing. if we're talking about what is attractive to me specifically: despite all my nostalgia for his rough mannerisms in the 2.0 translation, the way dedan speaks in 3.0 hits a balance between vulgar and well-spoken that makes me go a little nuts. the way he honest to god RIPS HIS COAT OPEN doesnt help matters either. cover them up slut.

also the less said about 'the tall mister' the better because i WILL start crying so loud everyone can hear me BUT: his little quirks are very endearing. he says pedalos are awesome.

(fun fact i did not know they were a real thing until much later in life and somehow i am not embarrassed to admit that)

-Nicknames we have for each other: on dedan's side of things: dipshit. asshole. although, in the past, (and currently as well but only in times of vulnerability) i imagine dedan calls agnatha 'dear'. and for what agnatha calls him: 'darling', often said in a smug or mocking manner LMAO. they're also a sucker for 'my love' because it actually manages to stop him and get him flustered for a second 💞

-A headcanon of our relationship/friendship: dedan's had days where he has to go without his coat, since agnatha won't stop stealing it. they can't help themselves, it's so warm and comfortable (and gives them an excuse to ogle dedan's chest. who said that.)

-My favorite image of them: this is probably my favorite just because of how cool it is. it's never explained and i totally believe mortis ghost just drew it because it'd be cool but can you imagine... the guardians becoming so corrupted they enter a state similar to the burnt elsen and this happens

[cinnamoo-n]

using tumblr for the righteous purposes it was created for; RANT TIME!!!

straight to the point- i need to emotionally withdraw myself from my boyfriend for a while. we were sleeping on call (well i was, its 4.5 hours behind for him) and i woke up at 2 am having a nightmare. i have those often but usually i distress mumble in my sleep and turn around n it passes. when i wake up from it, and he has seen it happen before, i am in a very disoriented state of mind as well as physical being. i cannot feel my body, i struggle to grasp for air, my hands are sweating, i have visual hallucinations of someone staring at me from the corner of my room. anyways, its BAD. i was crying out his name but he was not responding, having kept his phone somewhere else. i texted him. no response. so i call my bestie up instead n ask her to help me calm down. note; the reason for my nightmare also had something to do with the conversation i was havin w this bestie before i went to sleep + how it interacted with my overall terrible mental health atm. so yea when i calm down, i text him again n he doesnt respond again so i hang up the phone, ANNOYED and UPSET that its been over an hour n he hasnt checked him phone yet (the only medium of communication we have right now so its so important its basically our life line). so i angry text him saying “whats the point of sleeping on call if ,,, well ur not even gonna. BE on the call”.

too much shit later,, after being called stupid, annoying, entitled, we cut to today, and i have been collecting myself back from this episode for the past 2 days before addressing it. i am balancing my feelings and his feelings too. what does he do? makes me admit my faults alone while arguing that if he admits his then it will make him a doormat. more than anything, i am so baffled by the use of the world “entitled”… no one has EVER called me that before infact if u know me, u know i am not entitled in the least bit possible… it hurts me so much that he has this idea of me somewhere in the back of his head. its like he doesnt even know who i am. i do not care about accusing him of being a bad boyfriend, i cares abt the emotional needs it was underlying which is reassurance and availability. its so unbelievably hard to make him understand my side of the story.

anyways,,, this is not the cure but im emotionally withdrawing myself from him for im left believing that my vulnerability in seeking understanding and reassurance i was stupid to have allowed my hearts and minds bias of love and own sufferings to turn to sounding like wrongful ill worded accusations, and for this to be misconstrued as ego and entitlement on my part and to hear in response how annoying and stupid i am, it is stupidity to expect intentional softness and unconditional acceptance from someone who’s having a war with themselves about things that have nothing to do with me because that will only result in unintended hurt. my fault here is my over sensitivity. that i have to control my sensitivity before choosing to depend on others.

[heavyskysystem]

cederic vent

"I used to think you had it all wrong, that I had to seriously teach you a lesson and change your mind. But now I profit from the ways you deem what I think is a strength as a weakness. Maybe I no longer will get to feel that raw strength I get from taking over the body and causing disaster for us. I get attacking your partner was a low moment for me. I understand that. But youre right. Real strength is in being vulnerable. I dont have to be like an abuser that doesnt understand this. And when you taught me so more.. Ill probably love myelf more. But Adam didnt need to be taught did he? He just understood. Learned without forcing you to teach.

I admire how stubborn you are. You feel so strongly about what a weakness and a strength is. In your world raw power to hurt or act out, or do smth is not what defines strength, that person may just have an unfair advantage, got lucky, was given smth they didnt even earn. I didnt do anything to be stronger than you when it comes to taking over the body to do damage. I didnt earn it. I didnt train for it. I didnt swear or bleed for it. I dont earn your respect by simply overpowering you.

I earn it by honest to god hard work. By making myself vulnerable. By ingraining all these things that seem to obvious to you but so foreign to me. We will be trapped together for life, I better learn to orient myself around you, I cannot win this anyways. Youre host. You decide where our life goes. Im just in for the ride. Or I can make it my ride too by being supportive, helping you of course also out of love, but also to feel my power and impact in a real and raw way that isnt so destructive.

It sucks how right you tend to be. I get why people want to beat the shit out of you when no matter how disadvantaged you are, you still hold them to it and tell them the truth, im sure a lot of people thought youre an idiot for that. Dont tell that to the person having the power to beat you up, to best you, to beat you into submission. I did that. I beat ourselves and I beat you into crying and whimpering and begging, yet you stood up again and continued to stand up to me. I had you I think lower than any external abuser ever had you. And youre right, I didnt do anything for that, I just took advantage of a lucky coincidence that I was given this ability to overpower you physically.

Adam never hurt you like I have. Adam even on his worst held back. Held a lot of his agression back. He still was bad, and you see it as such and hold him proportionally responsible. He learned his lesson.

I do think youre stronger than me just for surviving me, us, for so long. You survived long enough to see it get better. Not everyone couldve done it. You were teethering on the edge quite a lot. And often overpowering you and proving how much stronger than you I am mattered more to me than even our survival, that pissed you of. My stupidity. But it only made me feel stronger.

I feel sick at all of it though. I was as dumb and ugly as you told me. I deserved every insult. Its never to late to stand up to someone no matter how much weaker you realistically are, I will admit that made a strong impact on me too and just your kindness and love couldnt have fixed me. It also was how you stood up to me. Again and again. That stubbornness people find so provocative. Doesnt know when to shut up, is asking for it, is asking for hurt, shouldnt open her mouth if shes not the stronger on etc.

But hey you won that way. Atleast with me. Never change that.

Part of me feels like you did beat me into submission without ever harming our body. Just with how unwilling to back down you were. But a much healthier part of me feels.. guilt-ridden, disgusted with myself that I felt you were picking a fight with me. Might doesnt make right. And I dont want to be similar to our abuser, cause how you keep telling me, maybe dont listen to advice over what defines strength from a child rapist, those usually arent very strong. And youre right. pissed me of. but you were right. I was wrong. Ill always be wrong. And im glad to be wrong.

Never thought id say that. You did well. Very well. Surviving this. Outliving this. Maneuvering this. I know im the reason you lost your partner, I know what we did to you had real life consequences on you, it wasnt just internal turmoil, a noise to block out. We did real raw damage, blindly, copying an abuser or trying to punish you for faults we found in you.

But you won. This is your life. I love that it is. I love being part of it. I love being allowed to be inside our head. I love being part of you. Im happy you exist, I happy its you im stuck with and no one else. I love you more than anything.

And my love is becoming more what you deem actual love, unblemished by me needing another hit of feeling power. Im becoming so calm now, so peaceful so at ease. You are wiser than me. More intelligent. Look far beyond what im capable to see inside my little cycle of doom. I am glad to have you.

All your faults, all these things you deem as weaknesses just look kind of adorable and sweet to me, like something youll def figure out. Im still glad to be part of you. To be yours, in a way. And for you to be mine. Afterall we share the same body, the same life.

And if one day I go doormant, I know you love me enough to wish me back. And Adam can hate that as much as he wants, but I know if I cease to feel myself existing for a while, ill do it so loved. You think that doesnt mean anything to me? But it does. I know someone will think of me. Someone will love me, even when im helpless and have no voice of my own.

Youll never have to fear going doormant like me, so you dont understand that fear.

But id like to think ill feel you thinking of me, loving me, caring for me. And ill be tended to in my little black hole. Or maybe ill be in a garden if you do make the inner world happen.

I wish I could give you something more to signify that I think you actually did win against me. Youd deserve a medal for surviving that.

I feel so naked admitting to that though. But youve earned it. And one day.. ill be what I considered to be a weaker version of me and ill be happier, much happier, wholer. glad. content even. at ease. at peace with myself. Ill never feel like an abuser again. never hate myself again. never feel that ugly again.

all because you even when you had me silent, somehow couldnt give me up. Ill never be forgotten, even when I lay doormant, I will be remembered as someone worthwhile. I will have my life secured. Cause in the end whether I wake up again or not will much be dictated by you and what you think of, depending on.

I might not be a full person like you, but I am a person and I care about surviving inside you. Maybe one day I wont piss myself at the idea of fusing anymore either. Maybe ill be a full person one day like that. If youd have me.

But for now ill learn to support you better. love you better. be better. be loveable. maybe one day I will truly love myself. and then youll even be proud of me for doing so.

[highonthought]

Single gorl

So danny broke up with me today, officially. He called me as I was on my way to an interview. I answered and let hime know that I couldn't talk just yet bc i was busy. So, I went to my interview, did awesome, got along well with hr. And I called danny after. Part of me was hoping that he would be apologetic, and sorry for his confuison, and for hurting me in the midst of his confusion. But, no. There was no confusion. He spoke with a meek certainty. "I dont think im in a place were i can be in a relationship" , "I think, I just want to be single right now."

I am split. I cried in waves today. Rolling waves, some small, some big where my boogers are running down my face, and i can taste the salt no matter how often i wipe my face. Im split between believing him at face value, that he doesnt feel any romantic feelings towards me, that i became just a chore to him. Im split between that and beleiveing that he broke up with me to not have to deal with a relationship in case he is deployed. The world is, crumbling. I hope for freedom to prevail. This scenario allows for him to be a martyr in his desicion to leave me. So that if he goes, really goes, I dont die from grief. I dont spend the rest of my life mourning him. Well, We mingled for almost two years. I'd say that gives me, mmm 24 weeks to sit in heartbreak. Thats 6 months. I love him still, even now. Maybe if I knew his real reasons. Maybe if he cheated. Maybe if he told me how unattractive to him i was. Maybe if he said i was gross to him. Maybe if he said he didn't like my traits, my mannerisms. Actually, I do have "I don't know if i love you anymore". Danny doesn't do anything irrationally. Thats one of the things i loved about him, he had such sense. Knowing this, I know he did not lie, no matter how desperately i'm hoping he did.

He was the only person to message me through ig. Now, every notification i glance at my screen with a small tug in my heart praying that its him, coming to his senses. I still cant believe it. He left me. Danny left me. It was supposed to be us. High school sweethearts, who found each other again. We were different, i thought that made us stronger, it was cute. I guess I'm the romantic. I have my career. I have my family. And ill always have the memories of us when He did love me. The man i miss and long for now, doesn't exist. I think he faded away long before danny actually wants to admit to me. But, ill choose to beleive it was after our one year anniversary, because the letter he wrote me was too beautiful to be fake. Thats what i want to beleive. Im gladd he was my first boyfriend. Because when there was love, the love was true, and innocent, and kind, and tender, and young. We will always be young in our love, in mine. I kept the pictures. When I am old, and sick, I know i will be happy to look at myself, young 20s, being happy. Because in all my memories and pictures with him, I am happy. Except today. But like i said, today he was not the daniel i once loved. The man I loved could not bear to make me cry and ache like this.

[maveras-posts]

More✨RANDOM✨Sebastian HC

My Random Headcanons for our Beloved Demon Boi:

Sebby is a SKILLED singer (Tho he only sings to himself)

Imagine Sebastian singing into the handle of a broom while he’s cleaning I-

Regularly buys outfits for his cats😭🤚

Is very CULTURED, has indulged in many cultured hobbies & expertise

CAN and WIIL speak EVERY LANGUAGE ✨IMAGINABLE!✨

From art, music, especially opera, literature, culinary arts and of course the ✨VIOLIN✨

It took him over a CENTURY to learn violin

Sebby couldn’t control his strength so he BROKE MANY

Would rage quit and ✨YEET✨ the violins

Will never admit it but…HE LOVES WINE

Literally after a hard day of dealing with the manor’s BS he will lovk himself in the WINE CELLAR “The master isn’t of age…can’t let it go to waste.”

Only gives him a buzz for a few moments but it gives him ✨NOSTALGIA✨ (Wine has been around for THOUSANDS of years)

Sebby is SO PETTY…GODDAMN

Uses his powers to pull pranks on the servants (They annoy TF OUTTA him…so he scares them in spite)

Makes servants belongings appear in random places (It rly fucks with them mentally)

Lowkey tho he loves the servants and wouldn’t trade them for the world (They all are like his younger siblings in his eyes)

Sebby & Agni have so much CHEMISTRY

Sebastian doesn’t want to pursue (Is insecure that Agni won’t accept him if he knows what he is)

Honestly why Sebby doesn’t pursue anyone (Is insecure about being a demon)

Truly is not like the other demons, the others make the group look bad

Sebastian & Agni wrote letters to each other for the rest of Agni’s life (Sebby keeps them to this day)

Took it HARD when Agni passed away

Still thinks of him at least ONCE A DAY

Wonders what life would would be like if he settled down (I’m GONNA CRY-)

We all are wondering how old his man is—HE DOESNT KNOW EITHER

Sebastian quit counting after a few ✨millenniums ✨🤦‍♀️

In Modern Day, he has a lil hobby that being… SCARING the souls of teens that play with OUJIA BOARDS

All he does is speak Latin and they freak TF OUT

Also Sebby has a few tattoos now (Has done some on himself…HE HAS TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING-)

Would be a ✨GOD✨ at rap battles

DEDICATED to the Wikipedia for Ciel Phantomhive

The community knows this and Sebastian basically says “Trust me bro.” for HIS SOURCE

Wouldn’t be surprised if he has written a couple books on Jack the Ripper (It’s still a case based on theory)

Is DEEP into the conspiracy theory rabbit hole

Sebby finds it funny that humans have thought of these ✨WILD THEORIES✨

Knows the answers to most, will never tell “It’s for mankind’s better good not to know…”

Hates to admit, but doesn’t mind Grelle’s company from time to time (Still keep in touch every so often)

Still has the occasional ✨TEA✨ with Undertaker

Is supportive/protector of the ✨ALPHABET COMMUNITY🌈

Lowkey feels bad for LGBTQ+

Has seen the HORRORS the group has been through during the MILLENNIUMS

Also a ✨FEMINIST✨

Is DISGUSTED by society’s treatment of women

Has saved MANY women on the streets through the years (From assault, catcalling, harassment etc.)

MANY MEN have suffered a “Horrible demise” At least how Sebby puts it (Consumes their SOULS)

Sebastian still believes that Mankind is beautiful (Has seen both the good & evils)

“Humans are a beautiful mess.”

Finds us interesting and still finds it ✨FACINATING✨ to live among us

[akicult]

aot trios babysitting

cw: none, sfw

characters: eren, armin, mikasa, jean, sasha, connie, reiner, annie, bertholdt, hange, erwin, levi

—

eren, armin, mikasa

- they’re definitely organized/know what they’re doing

- mikasa’s the only reason why they’re doing so good.

- the second mikasa leaves for the bathroom, the boys are left staring at the baby hoping and praying she doesn’t start crying.

- but obviously, she does.

- “shit, what do we do?”

- “eren don’t say that, there’s a baby!”

- “armin, it can’t understand me.”

- the boys are scrambling for ways to make the baby stop crying: rocking it, holding it, shushing it, all the while quietly arguing and telling each other how they’re doing it all wrong.

- as much as armin would like to think he’s good with children, he absolutely isn’t. this baby hates him.

- eren, however, had no will to be there. he’s only babysitting for the money.

- but he will try to help at least a little

- the two of them are whisper-shouting at each other, saying “no, give me the baby,” over and over again just tossing this poor child between two sets of arms

- “i was gone for 5 minutes.”

- mikasa will be able to take the baby from eren’s hands and the second the baby opens her eyes, she’ll stop crying. mikasa just has that charm on anymore.

- the boys are obviously confused, but utterly thankful the crying is over.

- great, now just three hours left.

—

jean, sasha, connie

- who and their right mind trusted these three with a fucking baby?

- the second historia drops off the baby, they go off to do something else.

- “hey sasha, wanna play wii?”

- “hey hey hey, wait, we have a baby to take care of!”

- sasha and connie will look at jean with a blank face, eyes bored and ignore him completely.

- jean’s left holding the baby, probably like a football or far away from his chest because, once again, who and their right mind trusted them with a baby?

- the baby somehow doesn’t start crying until an hour into mario kart, the three of them almost completely forgetting about this child and immediately giving each other the, ‘oh fuck’ look.

- “what does it want?” “i was about to win!”

- since no one is standing up to see what the baby wants, jean has to after losing a game of rock paper scissors.

- he grabs the baby and holds her, nervously patting her back since he’s seen people do that from time to time.

- when the crying doesnt stop after 15 seconds, connies quick to complain and say he “can do so much better.” (no he cannot.)

- another five minutes pass and they’re all gripping their hair, nearly pulling it out of their scalps just because of this baby’s crying.

- “what if we dropped the baby off on someone’s porch?”

- “connie, it’s not our fucking baby!”

- they’ve tried everything. feeding, changing the diaper, burping, but nothings working.

- now this baby hates them.

- but who could blame her? because, i’ll say it one last time, who trusted these three with their baby?

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reiner, annie, bertholdt

- they’re the most trustworthy with babies.

- they’re all weirdly really good at taking care of children? like, annie’s good at cradling the baby, bertholdt is good at changing diapers, and reiner is good at…well…sitting there and looking pretty.

- basically, annie and bertholdt don’t even trust reiner to hold the baby.

- he might be good, but he’s never given the chance to know for sure.

- “can i hold her now?”

- “no.”

- they know instantly what to do when she starts crying, which isn’t often since the baby has grown really fond of annie.

- not to mention, annie really likes this baby too. but she would never admit it.

- bertholdt’s extremely gentle with her, he’s scared he might hurt her if he doesn’t hold her like a feather.

- she looks like a little speck compared to him. he’s tall as hell, after all.

- and although he’s the older, taller, more mature one, he’s so intimidated by this 1 foot baby.

- she doesn’t even know how to say “hi”, yet he’s so scared to know what she’s thinking.

- “is she judging me? oh my god, does my breath smell bad, is that why she’s making that face?”

- like boy, calm down, she’s just a little gassy that’s why she’s making that face.

- reiner thinks every time the two of them are distracted he’ll get the chance to hold the baby, but no. it’s like they have eyes on the back of their head.

- although their babysitting might not be the most entertaining, it’s definitely the more productive route.

—

hange, levi, erwin

- oh boy.

- definitely not worse than jean, sasha, and connie, but still not good.

- in all honestly, hange has no idea how to get a baby to stop crying. not even a little bit. actually, hange’s only good at getting a baby to start crying.

- and that’s exactly what happens the second the baby is dropped off in their arms—she cries.

- “what? already?!”

- they all just kinda stare at her for a second before acting on something.

- they start with the basics, seeing if the baby needs a diaper change or if she’s hungry.

- and by they, i mean erwin and hange. levi wants nothing to do with this messy child.

- he’s only there because they asked, plus he knows erwin and hange are probably going to fuck up at some point.

- who trusted hange with babysitting?

- who trusted erwin with babysitting?

- “give me the baby”

- levi will take the baby from hange and probably determine she needs her diaper changed. but no way in hell he’s doing that.

- hange won’t mind, so they’ll do it.

- yikes, this baby won’t stop crying and now she probably hates all of them.

—

[worminstuff]

Seethe pt.2

c!techno x reader

tw!!!! manipulation!

warnings: fluffy angsty, degrading (not in a sexual way)

word count: 1.4k

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Apricity, the word to describe the warmth of the sun in the winter. The new home y/n and Techno shared was much colder than their past homes. Techno didn't mind, not that he'd let her know if he did. y/n on the other hand, wasn't exactly fond of it. She found herself often stealing his big heavy capes so she could sit by the fire just when the sun was perfectly casting a warm glow into their little home.

y/n was on house arrest. She wasn't even allowed outside. Worst of all, Techno had been gone on a trip for two days now, he was supposed to be back soon but that doesnt mean y/n was any less irritated.

y/n glowered at the little bits of dust floating through the sunlight in front of her, a huge red velvet cape draped across her shoulders, and another one under her as she sat criss cross.

She was angry, so he would be washing that one himself.

Before she could dive deeper into the angry thoughts, the sound of clunky boots on the steps outside the door caught her attention.

The front door flew open with no heist, y/n held in a flinch.

Techno locked eyes with the small gremlin on the floor in front of him. First, he noticed that every single set of curtains had been opened, then he noticed how she was sitting a bit too close to the fire, then he finally noticed,

“Are those my-”

y/n cut him off, “no.” she pulled the soft fabric around her more.

Techno sighed. He closed the door then pulled his own jacket and cape from his shoulders to hang.

Once he'd also removed his boots and his gloves, and the rest of his fancy stuff, he was only in his brown pants and white button up. As he made his way towards the fireplace, he shook his hair out of the hair tie that had been holding it for the past day.

Techno lifted the cape from y/ns shoulders and sunk down to the floor next to her, he laid his legs out in front of him and pulled her to his side. After he decided she was in a good spot, he draped the cape over the both of them.

“You kind of smell like dirt and fire.” techno mumbled into her hair.

“Well you're old.” she huffed back.

Techno leaned away from her, his brows furrowed.

“Snappy are we?” He was testing the waters. He hated it when people sassed him or talked back. He was essentially a karen with the wrath of a demon. According to y/n anyways...

y/n did not respond, she only huffed into his chest. She was too angry to speak to him, she'd only get herself in trouble.

Techno was losing a bit of patience now, with his pointer finger and thumb he gently pinched her chin, tilting her face up to look at him.

“What's wrong with you?” his mouth barely moved, he wasn't being sincere or concerned, he was still mad.

y/n only stared at him. Her teeth were clenched almost painfully hard.

Techno leaned his face closer to hers. His eyes scanned her face before honing in on her lips. A normal person would think he was about to kiss her. These two were not normal people.

“I hope you realize now..” his voice was deathly low, an octave so low she wouldn't have heard him if it weren't for him speaking the words directly into her mouth, “you are..nothing without me.” his breath was hot and unnerving. “You can't even protect yourself.. Let alone Ranboo. You need me. You need me so much that you're lost even in your own home when i'm not here with you.”

Tears were willing their way into y/n's eyes already. Techno adored how she looked so broken. So weak. He loved when she was at his will.

“You are powerless. You are stupid. You are a baby bird with its wings cut off.” he held up his free hand, making his hand look like scissors with his middle and pointer fingers.

“You..” he placed a soft kiss to y/ns nose, “are..” he kissed her left cheek, “nothing.” then her right cheek.

He then brushed a tear from below her eye, holding back the grin that was attempting to punch its way through.

He smiled now. Hoping to comfort her, but her eyes only welled up more. He wanted to lull his head to the side and stare at her gorgeous eyes as they got more and more glassy as tears just overfilled her bottom lash line.

Techno hated when y/n was hurt, and if it had been anyone else that made her cry they would have one single breath before they themselves had the inability to cry. But when it was him?..he could only stare.

“You want to be strong don't you, y/n?” he asked her, his voice below a whisper.

“I am strong.” y/n's voice was hoarse against her steal words.

“Then why on earth are you crying? A bit pathetic don't you think?” he wiped another cluster of tears from her eyes as he looked to the fire behind her.

y/n hated to let him get to her this way. She doesn't often..but she couldn't help it right now. y/n pushed his hands away and slid her own around his waist, digging herself deeper into his scent and warmth.

Techno sighed and drew shapes in her back under the cape with his nails, the whispers whirling through his mind.

Nothing. Worthless. She's weak. She's weighing you down. She's nothing. Broken. Tears. Pretty tears. Look like glass. Break the bird.

He stopped listening for a moment as he looked down.

If Phil was here he would've never let Techno talk to her that way. He would have scolded him or told him off in some way. This thought angered Techno. He was fond of Phil but Phil has tried to take y/n under his wing. He acted almost as a father to her.

Techno really did like Phil, but y/n didn't need phil. She needed him. Only him. He wanted her to remember that. She had to remember that.

Even as much as it hurt him a tad to hurt her so much. It'll be worth it. He just had to keep reminding himself that.

“Are you hungry, bird?” he mumbled, his hand now softly running up and down her back.

y/n shuttered. She was hungry, but she didn't feel like eating.

“No..but thank you.” she mumbled back.

Techno hummed in response. Hed make her something soon anyways, but he'd sit with her just a bit longer.

He would never admit how much he loved to have y/n in his arms. Techno is large, Not so much in body mass as he is in height, but he's not lacking in body mass either. He was lanky but strong. It was perfect for him to be able to practically wrap himself around her entirely.

Technos mind was wondering as he stared at the fireplace.

The fire in front of him was causing beads of sweat on his forehead, he didn't understand how y/n loved sitting this closely.

It began about back when him and y/n were staying in the underground ravine of Pogtopia. y/n loved how warm it would get even though they were so below the surface, she would sit by the many fireplaces in Pogtopia often.

He thought back to all the effort they both put into Pogtopia, grinding away for the others. y/n was an incredibly hard worker, she was loyal, and kind, and she listened to directions very well. He admired these things greatly. y/n is insanely sweet though, which was something he's never understood. She was kind to everyone in every situation she could be, she was a magnet for friends. She was charismatic and held so much sympathy for others. She was his opposite.

He adored her kind spirit, he adored her so much he wanted her all to himself.

Once he grew older with her, his feelings that were similar to a possessive friend became so much more.

She was his little bird, and he'd break her wings just to keep her on the ground with him.