#asher in the flesh

[ashersanity]

Hey, Asher. This is degenerate anon once again. Sorry for swarming your inbox with my asks 😭 I noticed you haven't been doing so well (because I may or may not be stalking your tags), and I just wanted to double-check, hope you're doing well. You're a pretty cool person and I'm kinda worried about your state Please, don't overwork yourself, whether it goes down to answering asks or other things like work or studies. We can wait as long as we have to for the first case, and you're a human too. What you do already is far more than enough I also just wanna remind you that you're awesome, and if anybody says otherwise, I'll punt them to the moon. I would have offered my inbox too, but I said some very embarrassing shit, there is absolutely no way I'm getting off anon, so all I can say is that I'll always be here for you, presence-wise. Eat and rest well today, you deserve a break (˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) - Whitney's left tit- whoops, I meant... Degenerate anon :)

Lmfaooooo what. nah.

heavy vent. scroll past. thanks. →

Really, the last thing I really wanted when I made those posts was to worry anyone, not that I think I would but now I’m seeing a bunch of people suddenly reaching out to me and asking if I’m okay. I appreciate it a lot, really I do and you too, degenerate anon, for even bothering to ask when you could’ve scrolled past or played off those tags as shits n giggles since that’s what it sort of was in my head anyway. I wasn’t exactly in the best of states when I wrote those. Sometimes, rarely so, it gets so bad that I’m acting on impulse, sputtering out bullshit about wanting to end it right then and there, that it’d be better this way if I was never born at all. Its fucking hysterical how I play it off right after as if I didn’t just casually mention it a bit ago because truth is, I’m not okay yet I don’t want to reach out to anyone either in fear of being a bother and the vulnerability that comes with it. This whole persona of being obscenely horny for entertainment, unserious just for it to be a coping mechanism.

Not exactly sure why I’m laying it out all on you when you didn’t even ask for it, it’s selfish to do so but your ask just really made the words scramble and be put together in my brain as though I finally had the opportunity to answer the why to my question. Why the fuck am I like this. Why the fuck am I plagued with this utter crap of dealing with whatever the fuck this is. I don’t know what it really is, some have told me it’s depression and I’m simply in denial about it. Maybe I am. I’ve been through worse than this, especially in the lockdown though this somehow feels worser for no reason. I’m supposed to have gotten my shit together by then, moved out, new life, new place to settle in, new people, people who are actually kind and welcoming, regularly work out and whatnot.

I still feel like utter shit. I still feel like I’m not doing enough. To be honest, life is moving way too fucking fast for me, one day I’m still a young kid who’s spending his time all day at the park and the next I’m supposed to be a grown adult who’s got all his shit together by then, who has responsibilities, responsibilities that cannot be ignored nor pushed away no matter how much I try to run away from my problems. I know that it’s not that hard, at least, not compared to other people I’ve seen who have it so much harder and still manage through it all while I’m barely hanging on by a thread. It’s so pathetic, god. I need a shitty fictional character from a porn game to even cope about it but even then, there’s so much I can think about before reality hits me once more and I’m left to deal with my thoughts alone in the dark while my roommate is dozing away in the next room.

I hate it so much, I feel as though im not good enough no matter what I do, no matter what I try is simply not enough to measure to other people’s expectations or mines either, not that I think of myself much to begin with. Even when people tell me that what I do is good, wether it be art, writing, who I am as a whole, that they enjoy talking to me because I am who I am, reassured on my appearance too because no matter how many compliments I get I still feel like a monster hiding beneath a layer of flesh moulded to look like that of a human. I feel displaced. I feel as though I don’t belong. It’s not there’s nothing in the world for me, it’s simply I’m nothing for the world itself.

I’m a burden. It’s as simple as that, the amount of guilt that I feel when people express affection towards me, wether it be friends, family members, hell even romantic partners which I may or may not have rejected all from the horror of intimacy. Whenever they tell me they love me to my face, that they worry for me whenever I’m in a bad state, I can’t help the pit that fills my stomach nor the lump in my throat because I truly am undeserving of this fucking love. Give it someone else, please. Anyone but me because they need it more than I do, than whatever the fuck of a shitty person that I am.

I have it bad, so fucking bad that when someone hugged me today, I was practically burying my face in their shoulder and clinging onto dear life because by god, this is the only time I’ll ever allow myself such contact every time I push it away. Nearly burst into tears like a moron too even if I rarely do ever cry since it’s been ingrained in my head to never cry, boys don’t cry, he says, only sissies do and the last thing I wanna be is a pussy. Cried in front of him once as a kid and he told me to get my shit together and suck it up unless I wanna be beaten up in the adult world. So bad that someone actually caught me crying once and I quickly played it off as physical pain (recurring stomach ache) hurting me so bad that tears were spilling, frantically reassuring them that I’m good. Sometimes I do wonder, why i am the one to reassure others.

I know that if I actually reached out to the people that have offered, sought a therapist like a few people have recommended to, it would possibly get better or maybe not. It would probably do more good and I’d be able to sort through these feelings for sure but I won’t. I fucking won’t. I’ve gotten used to bottling up these feelings. Fuck, I’ve repressed them from years and it seems they’re finally spilling in this overly long ass post that no one will bother reading. That’s fine with me because I really need to say it out loud for once even if it’s written through text on a fucking platform called Tumblr where cock is more prevalent than someone’s fucking life.

I’m not okay. That’s the thing. I’m not fucking okay. I wish I could play it off as I usually do whenever people ask me such questions like “how are you” irl. I wish I could say it out loud, say it to their faces, say what I really am. I’m not okay. I’m not fucking okay and I don’t think I’ll be okay soon either because I’ve not fucking okay for so long that it’s getting to me. I’m not okay. I’m miserable actually, I’m so fucking miserable that I wish I could just sleep forever and never wake up again. I’m so fucking miserable that there’s not a day that goes by where there’s this fleeting thought in the back of my mind that wonders, wonders how better it’d be if I were to disappear altogether, stop being a burden to those around me. I’m so fucking miserable that I didn’t even bother answering your well-intentioned question and instead am laying myself bare to the world on a shitty tumblr post. I’m so fucking miserable that I had to pause as I type this because it’s as though I’m finally admitting the obvious truth that I’ve been unwilling to say. I’m so fucking miserable that I just wish I could curl up into a ball and freely cry into someone’s lap, I wish I could fucking yell it even.

I’m not okay. I’m not fucking okay. No matter how much I say it in these written words it doesn’t seem to equal to the amount of times I had to muffle myself, clasp a hand over my mouth in the darkness of my room as a teenager so that my noisy parents don’t overhear my cries. I’m not fucking okay because even when I tell myself as an adult now, that I’m over it, I’m not. I’ve been going through it for so very long, willingly choosing to suffer in silence because it’s the easiest for me even if it will ruin me in the end. It’s already ruining me and eating me from the inside. I’d rather dump all of this crap on here than even say it to the people who’re close to me, asking about it.

I’m burnt out, I’m tired. I wish to rest but I can’t.

Because I think I’m fucking a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve such.

I hope you’re doing better than me, degenerate anon. Sincerely so, you deserve it and thanks for even asking again despite the few interactions we’ve had through asks. You’re my favorite anon for sure.

But ahah, im doing fine lmfao.

[taymartiart]

Can Death blush??? He should.

[grendelsmilf]

i like how while the curse is primarily an interrogation/critique of white liberalism, nathan fielder still manages to slip in those moments of Autistic Alienation that feel genuinely sympathetic and human despite occurring in otherwise despicable characters

[elettraml]

ᴬ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᵐᵇᵉʳ

Well, I saw on Instagram a beautiful picture of Ella Fanning, and i immediately thought about Sera 🥂. So here she is! I was in love with the hair, and I discovered that I love to draw freckles 🌟.

[ejunkiet]

lean on me (you idiot) - fin

wrapping up this little series with many a hug, okay. bless you @dominimoonbeam for the original prompt!! <33

redacted asmr: david/asher, rated teen.

 It's normal to be a little in love with your best friend, isn't it?

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an AU where David and Asher never found their mates, set after the inversion event. slow burn culmination.

AO3 LINK

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part two: mornings (pillow talk)

David hasn’t been awake long. It’s unlike him, to not be the first up - especially if his competition was Asher, of all people. There are still mornings where his alarms will ring out for hours – and David finally has to go wake him himself, in lieu of crushing the alarm himself in frustration.

But this morning wasn’t like any other.

He can feel the shift in Asher’s breathing beneath his arm; can tell when his thoughts start to spiral, the gradual tightening of his muscles, before he shifts, as if to withdraw- and that won’t do. That won’t do at all.

“Come here.”

Curling his arm, he brings him closer, until he’s resting against his chest. He can feel the thundering pace of his heart inside his chest, the way his breath catches. But then… it eases, the tightness fading. His breaths slow, matching to the rhythm of David's own, steady.

He’s warm and close, and it settles something within him. Something that he’s been thinking about for a long time.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

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[herbert-and-clover]

decided to add one of my oldest ocs to the story :D (by which I mean an oc that has stuck with me)

I've had him for over 5 years and the evolution of his character has been one hell of a ride, let me tell you-

it just feels like all of that has been worth it, and that this is where he's meant to be. That this is the story he was made for

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

ZENEAS HUDSON ROGERS

The Reason

“Calling it lunacy makes it easier to explain away the things we don't understand.” ― Megan Chance

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Zeneas Hudson Rogers

Nicknames: Zen

Faceclaim: TJ Bell

Age: 14

Gender: Transmale

Sexuality: Homosexual

Height: 5′5″

Weight: 223lbs

Birthday: June 13th

Sign: Gemini

Occupation: Student; Student Body Secretary

DIRGE

Dirge is an African Bush Viper, and Zen’s familiar. She’s very judgmental of others and constantly wants Zen to be aware of danger. She likes Ozzy and Jericho well enough, and flirts with Jericho even if he dislikes being around her. If there is gossip to be had, then she will find it, and she will spread rumors just for fun. Zen doesn’t often take her words as truth unless it has to do with the magic they do together.

QUICK FACTS

Zen is the only son of Ric and Greer. However, he considers anyone that dates either of his parents and/or Ague long-term one of his parents, and any of their kids his siblings.  

Before meeting Ozzy when he started school, he didn’t really have any friends other than his half-siblings and the other kids in his parents’ polycule. He didn’t have the world’s best self-esteem when they met, and Ozzy sought to change that, if only for himself, at first. Ozzy is a year older than him, the same age as his half-brother Prim.

Speaking has always been something of a talent for him, though he gets nervous with big crowds and has a propensity towards stage fright. However, he is always happy to write scripts and the like for others and keep his actual contribution to the end result under wraps. This is another reason he and Ozzy get along well.

He is very invested in mediation and ways to settle scores and solve things peacefully. A lot of his family is not very good at communicating their own feelings, and it leads to a lot of miscommunication, or lack of it entirely. It inspired him to try and learn how to adequately express what he was feeling so that he could avoid all of the drama.

Due to this, he wants to become a therapist someday. Either that or a campaign manager.

While he enjoys speaking and can be very charismatic, he has a bad habit of thinking he knows the meaning of a word and not actually using it. It has definitely gotten him in trouble.

Being half-vampire hasn’t made the biggest case for him with Ozzy’s parents, as he’s the ‘wrong kind’ of half-vampire in Ris’ book, at least. He sees Zen as weak, though he is rather pleased that Ozzy has earned at least one disciple, as it were.

Knowing that his family is not very good with communicating, and having heard stories about some of the worse fights, he hopes that being back in time when it’s all going on will mean he can help mend things. 

Ozzy and Zen had planned to go to what would have been Ozzy’s home dimension together, along with Tiff, a mutual friend who would have also been from that universe. However, due to some miscalculations, and a poor place to do so, there were more people involved than they had anticipated. Instead of dimension jumping, they simply went back in time. 

From what Zen can tell, this seems to be a dimension where things that aren’t supposed to be there go. He’s seen things on the edges of his vision from time to time that he suspects have something to do with it, but he can never get close enough to do anything about it. There’s also a lot of time travel going on here, and he’s trying to look into it with Ozzy’s help on one side, and Prim’s on the other.

Prim will only deal with him if Ozzy isn’t there, as Prim thinks Ozzy is too uppity, and Ozzy lives to antagonize him and anyone else that would dare oppose him.

While he is often seen as being weak-willed and submissive, Zen does have a bottom to the seemingly endless well of patience people like to take from. It is an eventuality that he will only take so much from someone before he snaps and proves he’s just as capable of being a terrible person when pushed. He does feel bad about it, most times, when it’s happened. 

Zen loves both of his birth parents and all of the other parents that he claims as his, and does his best not to play favorites. However, he does tend to hide certain things from any number of them if he worries about upsetting them. An example of this was going to Ague and Val first when he brought him baby Dirge, because he didn’t think his birth parents would like her.

Much as he believes in open and honest communication, he is an avid believer in waiting for the best possible moment if things feel unsafe to be discussed. While he is not always the best at sticking to this when other people need his help, he has at least learned to do it on his own terms.

Zen is best friends with Ozzy, though he’s very close with Tiff, Harley, Torm, Titus, and Gatlin.

Headcanon Masterlist

TAGS LIST

I Like Where I'm At On My Back Floating Down In My Own Riptide The Water Is Fine (Zen Rogers)

You've Got To Ac-Cent-Urate The Positive Eliminate The Negative (Zen Musings)

Beauty In Different Ways Your Hands On Picture Frames (Zen Aesthetic)

Buy Yourself A Ticket With The Honey You Borrowed (Zen Closet)

You Criticize But It's You Who Has Farther To Fall (Zen Headcanons)

You're Flesh And Blood But What's Underneath? (Zen Journal Entries)

If There's A Crime We'll Keep It Secret For There's Only Trace Amounts Left In Your Blood (Dirge)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin​ - Scott - I Don't Know What Your Motives Are (Zen and Scott - Bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Michael - Your Withered Heart And Everything It's Seen Your Guts And Callouses You Had Kids To Feed (Zen And Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Henrietta - Watching The Rain Falling Away From Me (Zen and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Ric - You Must Be Proud Of The Son You Raised (Zen and Ric - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Asher - He's Got A Rebel Heart One Day He's Gonna Burn (Zen and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Ague - And Daddy How Are You Today? (Zen and Ague - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Luca - I Am Not What I've Done What I've Become The Smoking Gun (Zen and Luca - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Ryder - Just Pull The Trigger I'll Take The Pain Can't Fight These Bad Intentions (Zen and Ryder - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Era - Living Like A Celebrity All The Guys Lined Up And The Drinks Are Free (Zen and Era - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Gatlin - You Were A Problem Child Been Grounded Your Whole Life So Now You’re Runnin’ Wild (Zen and Gatlin - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist​ - Tino - Come Closer You Might Like What I Found (Zen and Tino - ThroughxThexMist)

Here - Greer - I Took A Piece Of You The Day I Left The Womb (Zen and Greer)

Here - Aster - I'm Beginning To Lull Myself Into A False Security 'Cause It's Easier To Lie To Yourself Than To Face Reality (Zen and Aster)

Here - Firkle -  Sometimes It's The Ones That Try To Help That Hurt The Most (Zen and Firkle)

Here - Pete - So I Don't Have To Deal With Them And They Don't Have To Deal With Me (Zen and Pete)

Here - Ris - I Tried To Be Salvation Tried To Make A Change Oh I've Gone Too Far Looked The Other Way (Ris and Zen)

Here - Ozzy - I'm Fearless Now But It Cost My Soul (Zen and Ozzy)

Here - Tiff - Night And Day There's A Burning Down Inside Of Me (Zen and Tiff)

Here - Torm - I Am The Drum And Bass (Zen and Torm)

Here - Prim - "Let Them Eat Cake" He Says Just Like Marie Antoinette (Zen and Prim)

SHIPS

Here - Ozzy - So Tell The Gun To Sin Like An Angel With The Dirty Wings (Zen x Ozzy)

[stagnation-if]

You blink languidly, and all you see is light. When you fell asleep, that information evades your mind. All you see is light and whiteness, and you don’t know where you are, or what you’re supposed to do. You remember a long dream, fields of daffodils and dewy meadows, and a voice deep and haunting like a nightmare.

The Deity of Dreams has awoken.

It's the year 2524, and you're a defeated God/Goddess/Deity in a place and time where your kind is rarely needed anymore. After being locked away and thought to be dead for nearly a millennia, you wake up.

Features

Customize your God/Goddess/Deity of dreams.

Retrieve (or not) your now metaphorical throne, stolen by your killer, the God of War and Discord.

Explore and survive in a futuristic and very posthuman world. A world so much different from the one you were pried from.

Blend among mortals, pretend to be one of them— whether you embrace that side of you or not is up to you.

Get your power back after a thousand years of slumber.

Romance or befriend a cast of six characters.

Poly options: Dawn/Bruno, Eris/Dawn, A/Seth, Bruno/Seth.

Characters

Dawn (she/her) • THE REBEL

A rebel and a hacker. Possibly the sole reason you’re awake today, too. She hates deities but seems desperate to get rid of the God of War, even if that involves working with you.

Bruno Lee (he/him) • THE HISTORIAN

Bruno may call himself a historian, a curious old soul in search of unveiling the secrets of the past. But given the fact that he's the only other being locked away with you, there must be more to him.

Vex (they/them) • THE CYBORG

Vex—who also goes by V—is a law enforcer who seems to be more metal than flesh. They represent the crude reality that time has moved on without you. Though V claims they're loyal to their God of War, they've been roped along to help their little sister Dawn.

Amara/Aiden/Asher Moonless (she/her he/him or they/them) • THE LOST ONE

Your memory fades and wavers but you remember A (how could you not). You know they're not the same person you were oh so close to so many centuries ago, but their similarities are eerily noticeable.

Estelle ‘Eris’ Lawrence (she/her) • THE CELEBRITY

Also known as The Voice, Eris is an actress, singer and model. She's every teenager’s daydream, the vivid representation of rags to riches. And, according to Dawn, a valuable ally to have by your side.

Seth (he/him) • THE GOD OF WAR

Your killer and enemy. You knew him once, or so you thought. All that your relationship with him got you was a sword through your chest.

DEMO

[quotemadness]

Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.

Jay Asher

[thoughtkick]

Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

[ashersanity]

I need more Yan Bailey content sir. And Briar... Remy... if you write for them...

Let's say PC is working in the brothel, So what type of yanderes are they? Will they even let anyone see PC in those skimpy outifts?

I wonder how contradictory it will be for Briar... (Bonus: Avery will probably go furios mode because it's dragging his reputation down?)

bailey deserves a post of their own, planning a part 2 for the shitty caretaker. Just for you @mellowwillowy. part 1 is here.

Cmon, you knew what you were doing when you requested for Remy.. Wait, no one knows that im a Remy enthusiast, do they? Fuck. Well, here I go then. - @princesstokyomoon :)

SHADY BASTARDS AS YANDERES

asher is on a roll.

content warning! dub-con/non-con, mostly non-con really, mentions of violence, murder, kidnapping, marking, anal play with a bottle?? if that’s even a thing, possessive and abusive behaviour, you know the drill already.

pc and the bastards are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Briar

“Pretty little thing you are, aren’t you? Come to my office, baby. Let’s get you all cleaned up for the show.”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, manipulative

Somehow always has you sticking by their side whenever you’re not on stage, which they make sure to limit of quite a bit, not wanting their precious little thing wandering off without their watching eyes. It becomes increasingly clear to the other employees that you’re Briar’s favorite, whispering among each other, referring to you as the boss’s bitch, not that it’s all that far off. Oh? Bailey wants you back at the orphanage to pay your dues? Don’t worry, Briar will take care of that. They’d like to talk business with the caretaker anyway, namely about your price. Name it, they’re willing to pay anything for you.

Drastically increases the costs of your shows despite not wanting you to perform. You may be theirs completely, but Briar cannot abandon their principles over cash since money is money for the brothel owner after all. Wants everyone to know that you’re not just some cheap whore. No, you’re fucking Briar’s whore, the one they call in whenever they’re feeling bored, slender finger idly tapping against the cushioned arm of their couch, outstretched arm ready to take in you for another one of your daily sessions. Aren’t you obedient too? Wearing the preferred outfit that they like to see you in. What a doll.

Addicted to having you on their lap, comfortably seated on the brothel owner’s spread thighs, smooth hand resting on your hips while the other is holding a bottle of wine. Of course, considering how they’re a sadistic bastard, doesn’t only involves sweet nothings whispered into the shell of your ear or soothing rubs over your back. You’ll never forget that one time, how they pressed the rim of the bottle against your tight entrance, eyes going wide once you realize what they plan on doing. Smallest of smirks forming on Briar’s usually calm face, throughly enjoying the cute whines that come out of you as they thrust the neck of the glass bottle into your used hole, wine sloshing inside. A real treat that you are.

Never actually shares you. Sure, those bystanders admiring your dancing form as you perform on stage is still a thing though it doesn’t bother them the same way it does whenever a potential customer is reaching for their pockets, waving their wallet. Forbids you from going to them, instead, Briar, the one who usually never steps onto the platform, now joining on stage with you. Makes it clear to everyone that you’re theirs as their hands trail lower over your waist to your hips, lifting up the fabric of your skimpy leotard, giving the others a ‘quick’ peek of the marks they’ve left onto your skin.

There’s no need to know what happened to that one individual who got a feel of your behind on stage, shamelessly groping the soft flesh in the palm of their hand just as Briar is watching. Might’ve resulted in the other’s bodyguards accosting them right then and there, bringing them over to the basement where the real fun happens. Shove them in the hole with ease, ass sticking out for anyone to use as they please and Briar’s sick grin appearing on their lips as they call you over to them as usual. Better keep your lips sealed tight if you know the full story, missing body who has yet to be found, buried deep in the woods. Briar likes to be thorough in their punishments.

Remy

“Look at that, perfect for breeding and milking. Fuck, you’re going to be my fucking star.”

yandere type : obsessive, possessive, overprotective

Keeps you away from the other cattle in the farm, your own personal pen that Remy built just for you, there to satisfy your every single need. Obviously they couldn’t possibly let you be after that one incident, catching one of their workers’s pesky hands gliding over your precious body, seeing red. You, you poor thing, utterly ignorant as you snoozed away, deep in slumber. The farmer wasn’t having any of it, gave that fucker what they deserved, having cleaned themselves off of that distasteful encounter. No one entirely knows what ever truly happened that day and it’s better not to ask around. Remy will simply shut you up with more gifts, your dumb cow mind too foggy to remember much of it anyway.

Tattooed their name on your asscheek, forever imprinting themselves into your flesh. It was done the minute they saw you, a sort of hunger in their eyes, the need to own you, for everyone else to know it. Affectionately traces a gloved finger over their lettering of their name ‘Remy’s bull’ permanently etched on the reddened skin, giving it a playful slap. It comes in useful in certain situations, the other animals and humans knowing to keep away from you as they get a glimpse of your tattoo, not wanting to face the farmer’s wrath by the risk of touching you.

Absolutely does not want you breeding with another cattle. Yeah, they do sort of feel bad when they isolated you in their barn, left with stacks of hay, a warm blanket over your frame and plenty of other supplies to keep you entertained, but it was for the best. Knowing every creature eventually goes into heat one day and so did you, caught you uselessly humping at one of the cows, mounting them even! If it weren’t for Remy that immediately stopped it, who knows what would’ve happen?? They know.. Yes, they know that you’re suffering from being deprived like this and so they’re happy to help, letting you get a feel of what real breeding is like at night, as they return from a long day of working on the fields.

Favours you, giving you special treatment and well, the entire farm is aware of it. Muttering about how you’re the only one who actually gets Remy to smile, their usual stern face and their lips who are meant to be pressed in a straight-line now curling up at the sight of you. Everyone shooting each other weird looks as you nuzzle against the farmer’s hand, demanding for attention and they don’t push you away. Just what the hell kind of trickery is this?? Turning the owner of the underground farm into mush, Wren constantly teasing the other about it, but they just scoff and play it off. As if you don’t have them wrapped around your finger, stupid cow.

Cherishes every single drop of milk that you produce, wherever it’s made from, your genitals or chest. Either way, they’re squeezing it all out of you, making extra sure not to waste a droplet of it as it drips down in the numerous cylinders. Such a prodigy too, milking the copious amount, thick consistency on the verge of spilling out from the plastic containers. You don’t know it though, how Remy succumbs to temptation, mouth watering from your organic milk, pink tongue dipping down to get a taste of it. How fucking sweet it is, they’ve never tasted anything like it, swallowing it all in one go. Actually never puts your products on the market since all of it is sloppily consumed by Remy, greedily lapping across their upper lip.

Avery

“There you are, darling. Looking sweet as ever. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? My prize.”

yandere type : self-indulgent, impulsive, controlling

Is in charge of everything that you wear, make it known to the town that you’re Avery’s first and foremost, gifted clothes or lacy chokers to place around your neck, the one they like to admire with a well manicured finger. Your closet now consisting solely of the expensive items that they’ve bought for you, stuffed away in the tight confines of the narrow space. It’s better to wear the suit or dress that the businessperson got for you, for they always know when you don’t, frown appearing on their face whenever they see you walk to school with that annoying orphan. What’s their goddamn name, Rowin? Robin?? God, they don’t care, pulling up next to you with their limousine, tinted window rolling down to greet you with a serene smile, completely ignoring the other standing next to you. They’re not worth your attention, you are.

Is the one to pick you up everywhere and they mean, everywhere. School ends, approaching the school gates and luckily not encountering Whitney in the process, met with Avery waiting in their car, telling you to get in. If they can’t manage a car, let’s say, for example because they’re away from town, coming to pick you up instead in a helicopter, ignoring the awed looks that attracts from others. If their rage is low, which you better hope it is, they’re giving you the full prince/princess treatment, treating you like deity even. Whatever you want, they’re here to provide. Oh, you want this new bag that everyone else has at school? They’re already sifting through their thick wallet, handing you the green notes with a pleased smirk. Buy it, doll. It’s their treat.

Would never let you work at the brothel, not on their watch. Are you crazy? It’s not entirely a lie as one would say, that Avery does hire a few whores on certain nights, crumpled bills stashed away in their pockets. Not with you though. You’re different, special, even if they never openly say it. They’ve never been ready to admit but the idea of you going there every Friday night, sleazy hands trailing over your naked body, no their body. The thought makes Avery grind their teeth, sick at the mere suggestion of you even possibly working there. Why would you? They’ll give you everything you need, pay twice, three times, ten fucking times more than Briar could ever share with you. Out of pettiness however, they do bring you over, in front of Briar’s own watchful eyes, possessive hands placed onto your hips. Loves glancing over to catch the brothel owner’s scowling face, watching on as you grind on the businessperson’s crotch.

Traps you in their manor, turning you into their little, obedient maid that’ll follow their every word and order, the one to come to them at a snap of their fingers. A servant needs to look presentable too, don’t you think? Forcing you into some fetishy maid outfit, silky, feminine lingerie regardless of gender, barely hiding the flushed skin beneath. Skirt is so short that you have to remind yourself to pull at the hem, fabric riding up your plush thighs and exposing your bare flesh to Avery’s hungry eyes. They’ll be such a bitch about it too, crotchless panties, putting your hole on display for them to leer at whenever you bend down to pick something up or are busy dusting a corner that’s particular hard to reach. Earns you a smack to the ass, Avery whistling to themselves as they walk off with your shocked, humiliated gaze on them.

Marks you in a.. different manner than the others, more sophisticated they’d call it? It’s subtle at first, hickeys and bite marks left on your collarbone, shoulder blades, inner thighs, places that usually wouldn’t be visible to other people, not unless you’re wearing something revealing which they don’t allow in public. Escalates to your neck, wrists, maybe corner of your lips, your huffed complaints bringing a smirk to their face, claiming that you’ll be forced to wear a turtleneck from now on to hide the evidence of those traces left behind. Why hide it though? It’s there to be flaunted, meant for the town to know, darling. Won’t take it kindly if you ever do try to worm your way out of it, theirs to own, their precious doll. Makes it official once they tuck the leather collar around your neck, tightening it with a click. Look at you, so pretty. Avery’s prized blue ribbon bitch.

Masterlist

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[anexistingexistence]

Describing Redacted characters in one sentence or less (brackets don't count) but it gets progressively less comprehensive:

David: Big werewolf alpha dude (not the cringe kind)

Milo: Smol werewolf dude (the big kind)

Damien: Hot tsundere (literally)

Morgan: Non-existent

Guy: A heart-shaped pizza with all your favorite toppings that you can top yourself if you want-

Nick: Cat boi (definitely the cringe kind)

Ollie: Comfort food

Blake: Cold soup

Gavin: The reason I cry myself to sleep once a week

James: Needs to go tf home.

Asher: The canonical energizer bunny

Lasko: Me

Huxley: Me on anxiety meds

Caelum: Cotton candy given human form.

Anton: A testament to Erik's voice acting and general acting skills.

Marcus: Very killable.

Kody: Looks like great cake but actually went bad five months ago.

Elliott: Had an edible for breakfast and hasn't eaten since.

Hudson: Trying to eat serotonin with chopsticks.

Brachium: An edible pretending to be a gummy worm.

Vincent: Talks like what perfume tastes like.

Ivan: Saltwater in your eyes but it might just be your tears and you honestly don't even care at this point.

Aaron: Sand in your mouth and between your teeth but you're enjoying it.

Sam: If blankets could talk, they'd sound and speak like him.

Eric: That feeling you get when looking at an empty closet.

Camelopardalis: Anxiety meds in the form of a flesh prison.

Avior: If you unhinged your jaw, you could eat him.

Vega: You can drink him with a straw (and only with a straw).

Hush: You can eat him.

[thehopefulquotes]

Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Pausing at the threshold of the home they built together, Steve at his side, Bucky brings the fingers of his flesh and bone arm up to touch the mezuzah affixed to the door frame, whispering the familiar words of the blessing he learned as a boy,

"Barukh atah Adonai, Elohaynu, melekh ha-olam, asher keedishanu b'meetzvotav v'tzeevanu leek'boa mezuzah."

As he brings his fingers to his lips in a soft kiss, he leans into Steve, the arms of his love, his home, strong arms come up to embrace him.

He breathes deeply, taking it all in:

His soulmate, their home, their beloved cat asleep in her carrier in the car they drove to their own plot of land, his enduring connection to the Jewish people which, like his love for Steve, could never be taken from him.

Wonderstruck, awed, and finally, finally anchored in the 21st century.

Finally feeling as though he's on solid ground, even as Steve opens the door, lifts him into his arms and bridal carries him, both laughing, through the threshold of their home and into the rest of their lives.

[perfectquote]

Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

[surqrised]

Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why