#but here we go now uwu

[stephschoices]

Can we have some hc’s you have for your mc’s and their chosen RO from Disenchanted?! Your art is absolutely amazing, and your mc’s never miss!

Ahhhh yes!! I’m glad you like my mcs and art 🥰 tysm 💞🫶🏻

Isabelle (nephilim, Viktor route):

They will absolutely be Beauty and the Beast for Halloween

Viktors presence calms her down so she likes being around him whenever possible

When her anxiety gets going (which is often) he knows she needs more comfort and to be grounded, so he holds her hand.

They’re very touchy with each other which starts bc of Isabelle’s anxiety but at this point it’s just natural for them to always be touching in some way

If they hold hands for too long she’ll start playing with his

She doesn’t like talking to strangers so when someone comes up to talk suddenly she’ll look to Viktor and he knows to speak for her

She’ll wear his hoodies/sweaters whenever possible

When they’re sleeping together she likes to sleep on his chest and cover them both / wrap her wings around them

She likes to smooch the base of his horns to get him flustered 🤭

At some point Isabelle will start calling viks parents mom and dad

Leliana (siren, Lucien route):

They will absolutely be Ariel and Eric for Halloween (if that wasn’t obvious from my recent art 🤭)

Leliana will tell Lucien “I love you” all the time, because she never stopped and she wants him to know she always will

When the moment is right and she sees his back with no shirt on she’ll kiss the scar on his wing/back

Even tho it’s hard for nephilims with wings to swim, she’d definitely take him swimming in the shallow part/shore of the ocean. Lucien is always mesmerized by her siren form so she’ll splash him to get him to focus lol

Her legs get tired easily, especially when she wears heels. So when Lucien notices her getting too tired he’ll carry her bridal style wherever they need to go

They’ll take baths together and Leliana will like to wash Lucien’s hair and just cuddle for a few min before getting out

Leliana will mayhaps like to softly bite him with her sharp teeth during spicy times 🫣

Kamry (wraith, Avery route):

Less obvious than the others but her and Avery would be Sally and Jack for Halloween

Steals Avery’s clothes whenever possible

Whenever Avery is in a bad mood she’ll do the thing where you poke someone’s mouth corners to make them smile 🤭

I’ve thought the least about her route mainly bc I know the least about Avery so I don’t have many headcanons yet I’m sorry 😅

Elena (nephilim, Theodore route):

Also less obvious but they would be Rapunzel and Eugene for Halloween

They are the literal version of the angel x demon ship trope

Theo always knows how to make her smile. When she’s sad he’ll surprise tickle her to make her laugh

They’ll post so many cute couple pictures online, everyone is jealous

When he’s being too annoying she’ll grab his tail 🤭🤭

She likes to tell him “good boy” - in the bedroom and out just to see him get a little red 🤭

When she sees him getting really angry about to go full cambion she’ll hold his hand or wrap herself around his arm to calm him down

They’ll definitely fly together, being cute in the sky, wrapping their wings around each other 🥰

👏🏻 MATCHING PLUSHIES 👏🏻 specifically, Elena’s room is very pastel cute vibes, except her one dog plushie that’s red and black and very demon looking. And Theo has one dog plushie that’s white and very angel looking 💞 I like to imagine they have a few cute matching couples stuff, like pajamas and mugs 🥰

[queercodedvillains]

Wake up babes, new chapter of mallrats just dropped <3

Mallrats (23114 words) by QueerCodedVillains Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto), background kakuzu/hidan Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto) Additional Tags: SasoDei Week 2023 (Naruto), 90'S, Akatsuki - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Claire's AU, Mafia AU, If You Squint - Freeform, we are taking liberties translating the akatsuki into a modern setting here, Drug Use, Drug Dealing, Blood and Violence, POV Alternating, Bottom Deidara (Naruto), Top Sasori, BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Edging, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Sasori is still a puppet master but only in the loosest terms, if you catch my drift, Shibari, Suspension, Fucking Machines, Porn With Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Bratting, brat taming, Dom/sub Series: Part 1 of Mallrats Cinematic Universe Summary: In which the Akatsuki are 90's mallrats by day, crime syndicate by night. All the best criminals have a day job to launder their rent money, but the real fun only starts once they're off the clock.

[b4kuch1n]

I'm not really any manner of orator, and I average out at the amount of knowledge that passes my feed. I just... you know, recognize that. the US authorities and the bulk of celebrities who played into it to keep their job did those same things to us in the 60s and 70s. it's the same playbook, it's the same colonialism, it's the same human toll.

[huginsmemory]

Killing murdering screaming waiting for my cousin to text me back whether or not he can drive me to the airport tomorrow or if I have to order a taxi WHICH NONE OF THE TAXIS ARE OKAY WITH LESS THE 24 HR NOTICE THIS IS FINE IM FINE IM NOT GONNA PUKE. look I'm gonna call em ANYWAYS to see if I can get one if he can't but please. Please. Just put me out of my fucking misery

[cherrymoonvol6]

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[flaming-toads]

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[aziraphale-protection-squad]

right. so. i'm taking the angel and i'm wrapping him in a soft blanket and i'm telling him that NO ONE has the right to touch him without his consent.

no matter how well they know each other and got along previously.

or how angsty the person feels about possibly never seeing him again.

or how much Aziraphale might even possibly WANT to be intimate with that person on some level, someday, when they're okay again.

there are no ways around this:

if he's not READY for it, or if he's not in the MOOD for a kiss, then NO ONE SHOULD BE KISSING HIM. PERIOD.

[arcanaaa]

COOL MOONLIGHT BATHED HER SKIN, WHILE THE NIGHT'S QUIET SOUNDS TRILLED AND CHIRPED ON GENTLY IN AN ENDLESS SUCCESSION. It was this night that the Seer sought a calm moment to spend alone with her own thoughts and Cana had stepped outside the bar-- a quick mention to Loke and Gray for fresh air, her hands waving away their insistence to join her: "Nah s'alright, just gonna clear my head, don't wait up--"

Don't let the good times stop on her account.

It wasn't a lie. Or at least the words were made as truth after she leaned against the building. Everything felt like too much. Too much noise-- the laughter and shouts, too many lights hurting her eyes, the cloying smell of wine, smoke, and perfume from the waitresses flirting too close to their table. That was expected. It couldn't be avoided. It didn't mean she couldn't be annoyed.

Best to swallow the envy and bite back the grimace as the bitterness clashed with the festive mood. This wasn't right. The feelings that Cana had kept buried were starting to seep beneath the cracks-- she could see Gray's silent expression communicate more than what a brief conversation could ever pass.

Leave it alone snowman. It's fine.

I'll deal with it.

The last thing either Gray or Cana needed to discuss was what was on her mind. She knew he meant well, but there was no way he would be able to untangle the clusterfuck of emotions that knotted inside her heart. Only one solution would resolve the chaos, and it required something that Cana did not currently possess: bravery.

CANA FLED THE WARMTH OF THE BAR AND GOOD COMPANY TO HIDE IN THE DARK ALLEY LIKE A COWARD. Because she was not brave enough to say what she wanted to say: that she needed him. Those were the words that grew heavier with each passing moment. The more that she spent time together, whether as partners or in the same company as Gray, every moment made their bond grow ever stronger. That was the simple truth of the matter, a truth that was undeniable even if she wouldn't say it out loud. Couldn't say it. Yet another confession kept inside her chest, another weight over her heart. But this was a burden that was easier to carry, one that she regarded in a fond manner.

She should know by now that she couldn't stop change, even if she could predict it. All she could do was accept it and brace for the aftermath. Though she tried to peer into her own future, the visions that reflected back taunted her with brief snapshots of scenes that were beyond her understanding. Even now she tried to focus, her eyes sliding shut, her breathing evening out and slow, her senses became refined while everything fell outside her scope--

--running, frantic, desperate, sick, and terrified, the ice mage's admission echoing in her head, he left he left he left why why did he leave did I do something was is something I said something I did I thought we could start over please tell me is it my fault oh God did something happen why didn't I see this why why stupid useless, where is he don't leave don't leave please don't go don't leave don't leave me--

❝ --na! Cana! ❞

A SHATTERED GASP, SENSES SCATTERING WILD AND CONFUSED AS SHE FOUGHT TO BRING HER HEARTBEAT UNDER CONTROL FROM ITS QUICK GALLOP. Another vision faced alone. Sweat dotted her brow despite the cool air. She felt turned inside out, her nerves too tight and yet not, hot yet cold, dizzy but still. A vision always left her on the cusp of sickness, and often she isolated herself to deal with the effects by herself.

Fortunately, her boys never indulged in her pride.

❝ M'fine, ❞ She would always say quietly, her assurances so much smaller than herself. ❝ It's fine, s'not that bad-- ❞

❝ Shut up. ❞ Gruff, quick to the cut was Gray, ever the charmer. ❝ Stop trying to do this alone. You know we'll always be here for you, okay? So stop trying to hide. ❞

He would stand just within arms reach, back facing her while he stood to guard her. Gray reflected much of his aspect and magic that he commanded, yet she saw beneath the curt frost of his demeanor. The Seer would shift her body to reach out her hand, only to topple forward as numbness settled over her limbs and left her weak--

❝ Now normally I'm not opposed to sweeping women off their feet, ❞ Loke would intone mildly, yet his gaze was piercing despite how gently he held her in his arms ( oh it was bad when she didn't register her center of gravity was altered ). ❝ But it doesn't sit well with me when my partner leaves to deal with this alone. ❞

The usual protests that bubbled in her throat died as her strength all but failed her. This moment of familiarity and intimacy would normally drive the card mage to shake out of his hold and reestablish herself as her own pillar of strength. It was what she needed to be, what she trained for, what he would expect her to be. But the truth was that she was tired. For so long Cana had so much to prove: to herself, to her peers and rivals, to her father-- but how long before the pressure of her own expectations would collapse on top of her and cause her to fall? Would that strength alone she carried help her?

THE ANSWER WAS RIGHT BEFORE HER, IN TWO DISTINCT FORMS THAT PROVED SHE WOULD NEVER RETURN TO HERSELF ALONE. It was in the steady, gentle silence between the ice mage and the ring mage. Their presence stood as her foundation to weather the storm that would always seek to render her helpless and weak. Cana was not someone who was easily moved by sentimentality. But knowing that her partners-- her boys-- refused to allow her self-isolation when the worst of her abilities revealed itself moved her.

Affection from the Seer was not dispensed frivolously, even when she wasn't sober. But allowances could be made, especially when concern over her wellbeing was at the forefront of their action.

So Cana did the unthinkable: she cried.

Naturally, the reception was met with varying reactions of alarm.

Later, when everything was calm and her emotions weren't so strung out and wrung, she would laugh at this whole affair as another humorous tale to recount. But the present moment was fragile and raw, and all Cana wanted in this moment was to be shown comfort. A sob rippled, causing both men to respond in varying degrees to her distress, yet Cana reached out and gathered them close to her side. One hand reached out and tugged her kin beside her so that her arm could wrap around his neck. Meanwhile, the other held tight to her mentor and partner, never letting go despite the awkward manner that which she was held.

Whatever their hang-ups were about expressing emotions or receiving affection didn't matter to Cana: right now, she needed them to know how much she appreciated them both.

❝ Don't go, ❞ She cried. ❝ I'm-- I'll be okay in a sec, I promise...just...please...don't go...please stay with me....please... ❞

( Now who could say no to that request? )

'Please don't leave me.' Was the echo. 'Don't leave me alone. Please love me. Even if I'm weak, even if I'm lost, even if I'm pathetic, even if I'm wretched and despicable. Stay. Please.'

❝ I'm sorry. I'm sorry... ❞

❝ Shh. ❞ A hand to her head, the gesture so tender that her heart swelled until it was fit to burst. ❝ It's okay Cana. We'll stay. I-- We promise. ❞

❝ Yeah, ❞ The admission of the ice mage was soft-spoken, almost hushed, as if responding any louder would break the fragile moment between the three of them. ❝ It's alright Cana. We got you. ❞

The sheer relief made her body sag-- as if the entire world rolled off her shoulders and fell into the void beneath her feet. That was all she wanted to hear-- that was all she needed to hear. Hearing such affirming words of devotion, of loyalty, of love brought such a cathartic release for the Seer that time fell off the wayside for the three mages.

Eventually, Cana stopped crying, but her grip over them did not cease. It was a tie over who she wanted to hide herself against, tucking her face into the space of their neck for comfort but the contender that she settled for was Loke. Even still, Cana did not relinquish her hold over her brother, instead compromising with contending to hold Gray's hand. As much as Cana complained prior about the cold, Gray's abilities never brought her discomfort. If it meant that he would stay by her side, she would hold him always.

It was the same for Loke too; where Gray embodied ice, Loke brought boundless warmth to surround her. She would know him in darkness, even when hope was gone and her shadows threatened to close around her, he was her light that blazed, triumphant, and gloriously.

Her Loke. Her Gray. Her boys. Her partners. Hers.

They were hers. And should the world stand against them, she would rip the fabric of fate at the very seams and render reality into spools of thread if it would protect them. Save them.

And heaven help anyone who would do ill unto her boys.

[exoexid]

the suyeol lore is so crazy

[neverendingford]

Therapists have two genders:

Professional Asshole and

Well-meaning Incompetent

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i keep having Thoughts about how in so many ways LL has so much potential to be a really hard-hitting, messy, no-punches-pulled exploration of what i call moral agency: not the agency to act on your beliefs, but the agency to have those beliefs at all. like, if you're being abused into internalizing a set of beliefs, or indoctrinated in such a way as to make you resistant to outside perspective, or having relevant information withheld from you even if you would be looking for it... you don't have nearly as much choice in the matter of what you believe as someone who isn't stuck in that position.

and like. the central antagonists alone are literally a massive, horrifically abusive cult that spans generations. and i really wish they had actually followed through on that, and done so with compassion for victims who might need to be held accountable, instead of treating them with hatred and dehumanization.

(and also, y'know. hadn't treated some characters who did bad things as if they had much, MUCH more agency, moral or otherwise, than they did at literally any point. COUGH FIVE COUGH COUGH COUGH)

there's just. so so so much interesting stuff to be dug into there, in a way that's deeply fundamental to the narrative where even a lot of stories about moral agency aren't, and i really wish i could scrape enough brain cells together to talk about it properly

[ironmanstan]

the dichotomy of man (need to get out of this fuckin house but if i go then i can not see my cats)

[omarfor-orchestra]

I'm so mad I can't sleep

[orangecandi]

so i guess there's no polyamory route in this story huh 🥲

[frenchtoastie]

any new outfits on the horizon?

Oh certainly, but do you mean ones that I’ll post here? Heh who knows ^_^

[vaugarde]

another weird point about reborn is when they revealed that cal was abused by his brother and hes scared of being like him and then they show his brother and hes like. a gamer bro who says noob all the time and is a walking meme but youre still expected to take his abuse 100% seriously. did i mention that in postgame he gives a half assed apology after offscreen development and cal forgives him with little effort bc him being resentful of his abuse was painted as evil?

i have to emphasize that reborn advertises itself as a “complex and mature story that the mainline games can’t comprehend”