#course it'll be easier. idk

[recreationaldivorce]

as someone whose only tech qualifications are being a bit autistic about linux and submitting small PRs to random github projects it is interesting to read about the inner workings and politics of the tech industry. idk have been considering going to school for cs mostly bc the government pays you to study if it's ur first degree and it'll be nicer than retail 😭 i do hate the tech industry though if i cant find like a nonprofit or whatever who wants me as a tech worker i'd probably just not use the degree professionally lmao

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just read the new mutants issue where Charles chose to stay behind in space and my god the juxtaposition between Charles trusting Erik and Erik joining the hellfire club and wondering at his own trust worthiness. I wonder how much of Charles decision was him ultimately trying to avoid the fact that his first class had seemingly betrayed mutant kind and not be willing to face them and how much of it was Dani and Illyana's reaction to him having Karma mind control Illyana. the fact that Illyana was depending on him to ease her mind through limbo and in choosing to stay he forced karma to do it instead, probably fucking up their relationship in the process.

I love him, this is crazy, how much of this is him trying to runaway and how much is this him not trusting himself to fix things and how much is it just him trusting Erik?

i keep trying to put into words my exact thoughts about the sitch but there really is a lot for one issue aintit... oh charles you and your brain...

[mewling-central]

The Collective Seraphic Writing System

This post is going to be the one dedicated to explaining how the Seraphic writing system works. This writing system is entirely digital, as physical writing is no longer in everyday use throughout the Collective, so it's a bit inconvenient to actually write out. It's also weird to read, because it's written in a way that makes the assumption that you know how to speak and understand Seraphic, but I'll try to explain what I can.

Seraphic has two written forms: longform and shortform. Longform is used primarily to teach young instars how to read and write, and as a way to show how a shortform word is meant to be read. Shortform is the main form of writing, and due to its complication it's usually put off for a year or two before being taught in pupariums. Shortform is the method I'll be teaching today. It's primarily morpho-phonetic, with elements of both an alphabet and grammatical logograms, and is written bottom-to-top and right-to-left in reverse boustrophedon (the path of writing goes up, flips 180°, and goes back down). Because of this, you're expected to be able to read both right-side-up and upside-down. For this post, I'll be using an example sentence to highlight specifics areas of the writing system, as shown below:

It reads: nJasāğn k'œ̄nan ālxōr e-fya.

"There are 16 dull knives on the floor."

There are seven elements you need to be aware of when writing in Seraphic: the alphabet, class cartouches, procedural and plural ligatures, preposition glyphs, tone diacritics, numerals, and punctuation. I'll be going through each one step-by-step.

Alphabet

The alphabet makes up the majority of Seraphic writing. There are 30 consonants and 6 vowels, and they all arrange into syllable blocks called "cells". Each consonant takes one of three forms depending on if it is at the start of the syllable, before a vowel, or at the end of a syllable. The alphabet is featural, meaning that the way each letter is written is meant to encode its pronunciation. Here is the alphabet in full:

Each consonant (excluding the ejectives) showcases the three variant forms it can take (similar to capital and lowercase letters in the latin alphabet). The largest, leftmost character is the form that hosts the interior vowels within it. The rightmost vertical form is used when preceeding another consonant, and the upmost horizontal form is used at the end of syllables. If a syllable contains a syllablic consonant, the main consonant will have no vowel within it and instead a syllable-final form of one of the syllabic consonants (r, l, m, n, or ŋ) placed on top of it.

Concerning vowels, they are solely meant to be written within consonants, acting sort of like internal diacritics. They cannot exist on their own, nor can more than one be written within the same consonant (Seraphic doesn't allow diphthongs), and if a vowel must be written by itself it is written within the glottal stop letter ' (in this instance acting as an independant vowel holder).

These rules apply to individual syllables. In multi-syllabic words, each syllable cell is arranged together in a specific way based on the number of syllables in order to keep the line uniform and compact.

the flow of reading word-internally definitely follows the overall direction of writing (bottom-to-top, right-to-left) so broken down an entire word will usually look like this when written:

Seraphic written in longform will be written entirely using the alphabet. Spaces are put between words, punctuation and numeral symbols are still used, and tone diacritics may be included as well, but otherwise it's entirely spelled out in this way. Writing this way makes the text as a whole quite longer, and can come off as childish or imply you're a new learner of Seraphic, so shortform will usually be used in official contexts. In shortform, alphabetical letters are restricted to non-declined parts of nouns, adjectives, and proper nouns.

Class Cartouches

In Seraphic, there are seven noun classes: Solar (people), Astral (animals), Vital (plants), Terranean (places), Metallic (objects), Lunar (concepts), and Oceanic (everything else). Similarly, the writing system employs seven symbols called "class cartouches" to encode which noun class a word is in. This is drawn from this writing system's predecessor, the Aeonic Seraphic alphabet, that also used glyphs to notate class. These are the seven noun class cartouches:

The thing about the class cartouches is, not only is it morphological, but it's also phonetic. A noun is never spelled out in its entirety, usually only part of it is. When a class cartouche is used, it's supposed to stand in for the class prefix itself without having to additionally spell the class prefix in the rest of the word. For example, in the word zājlux (tail), the "-jlux" would be spelled out, and the solar class cartouche would be drawn around it to stand in for the "zā-". Even though you don't write it, you still know it's there because of the class cartouche. Because of the nature of the noun class prefixes, and how many different forms they can take, it can be daunting to have to guess if you're supposed to pronounce a word with a "za-" or a "zo-", but there are patterns to which prefix (and thus, declension patterns), is meant to be read depending on what the following sound is.

Solar class

read as zā before f, v, s, z, c, j, pf, ts, tc and any cluster of two consonants (e.g. zāsā, zāfr, zājlux)

read as zō before x, ğ, h, ', and kx (e.g. zōxō, zōxur, zōğœcl)

read as zē in stressed syllables, and occasionally before consonant clusters (e.g. zēzmp'ux, zēzt'e, zēvasax)

read as s before vocalics (vowels and syllabic consonants), r, l, w, y, n, t, d, p', or k' (e.g. srāc, sēr, sōğœc)

read as ts before t', the ts replacing the t' entirely in pronunciation, for example tsn would be written as (Solar)t'n (e.g. tsn, tsā, tsłzaf)

Astral class

read as ğr before f, v, s, z, c, j, x, ğ, h, pf, ts, tc, kx, p', t', k' and and cluster of two consonants (e.g. ğrzles, ğrxur)

read as x before vocalics, r, l, w, y, ŋ, k, g, p', or t' (e.g. xūc, xŋox)

read as kx before k', the kx replacing k' in pronunciation (e.g. kxa)

Vital class

read as wā before r, l, w, or y (e.g. wāya, wārāc, wāwax)

read as wō before k', k, g, x, ğ, ŋ, or kx (e.g. wōk'ł, wōxur, wō'ōf)

read as wē before consonant clusters (e.g. wēzles, wējlux, wējlozln)

read as ū before n, m, p', p, b t', t, d, f, v, s, z, c, j, pf, ts, or tc (e.g. ūt'u, ūp'n)

read as w before vocalics (e.g. wē, wīn, wājr)

read as wī occasionally before consonant clusters (e.g. wīzya)

Terranean class

read as va before f, v, s, z, c, j, pf, ts, tc and any cluster of two consonants (e.g. vafl, vasērn, vasa)

read as vo before x, ğ, h, ', kx, and consonant clusters (e.g. voxāl, vodsā, vojrayux)

read as vu in stressed syllables and occasionally before consonant clusters (e.g. vujlux, vulvren, vuzajni)

read as f before vocalics, r, l, y, w, m, n, ŋ, p, b, t', or k' (e.g. fe, fruvn, fmağo)

read as pf before p', pf replacing p' in pronunciation (e.g. pfan)

Metallic class

read as ja before f, v, s, z, c, j, pf, ts, tc and any cluster of two consonants (e.g. jafa, javlni, jawaya)

read as jo before x, ğ, h, ', and kx (e.g. joxl)

read as c before vocalics, r, l, w, y, n, t, d, p', or t' (e.g. can, cya, cenaŋx)

read as tc before t', the tc replacing the t' entirely in pronunciation (e.g. tcłvr, tcāŋğl, tcū)

Lunar class

read as la before r, l, w, or y (e.g. lara, layeğr, lalel)

read as lo before k', k, g, x, ğ, ŋ, or kx (e.g. loxir, loğn̄, loxel)

read as le before consonant clusters (e.g. levp'ā, levren, lejt'ān)

read as li in stressed syllables and occasionally before consonant clusters (e.g. liwayi, lit'n̄, livasāx)

read as y before vocalics (e.g. yar, yu, yawu)

read as l/ł before n, m, p', p, b t', t, d, f, v, s, z, c, j, pf, ts, or tc (e.g. lce, łzēwok'u, lvulvren)

Oceanic class

read as a/ā before m, n, p', p, b, t', t, d, s, z, f, v, c, j, pf, ts, tc, w, r, y, l, and all consonant clusters (e.g. ap'i, āt'ē, ācèya)

read as o/ō before ŋ, k', k, g, ', x, ğ, h, and kx (e.g. ōxūr, ōxān)

read as aw/āw before vocalics (e.g. awun, awaf, awaman)

Of course these rules are not hard set, and there are several instances where a written word contradicts these rules or even when two words end up spelled the same, but for the most part these rules will generally be consistent for most written words. It seems like a lot to remember, but usually it's a thing that you eventually develop a sort of "ear" for.

Procedural and Plural Ligatures

The procedural and plural ligatures are additional glyphs used to mark, respectively, the procedurals and the plurals of a noun. The procedural are written at the bottom of the noun (since Seraph is written bottom-to-top and these are prefixes of course), and there are 12 separate procedural symbols in use. Similarly, the plurals, being suffixes, are written at the top of the noun and contain only three symbols (the singular is usually unmarked). They are as follows:

The plural ligatures attach to both nouns and adjectives freely, but in order for a procedural ligature to attach to an adjective, the adjective needs to be put in the oceanic class and subsequently written with the oceanic class cartouche. Additionally, if you want to write remote past/future forms for each procedural, you would need to attach the resultative present ligature underneath the preexisting past or future ligature (these conjugations haven't developed their own separate ligature forms, so they follow the tradition of using the resultative in addition as semantically that is where the remote forms originated). I don't really have a way to show you how to pronounce the plural forms, as even though the different pronunciations are pretty few they're actually pretty inconsistent on which one goes where. It's just one of those things you kinda have to already know. You can check the introduction to Seraphic post to see what forms the plurals can take, but otherwise it's basically, like, memorization. The procedurals on the other hand DO have a predictable pattern of pronunciation, but each tense has a different form based on what class and declension the noun is in, and with six tenses and seven classes each with at least three different declension forms, it's definitely something I can't summarize here. Again I HAVE to make a separate post for that because the declension forms are vital to knowing how to decline properly in Seraphic.

Preposition Glyphs

This section will probably be the easiest to explain really. The preposition glyphs are pretty easy to recognize. They're written in between words, attaching to both of them instead of floating freely like regular words are. There are 19 glyphs for the 19 prepositions, and they don't really change form. Sometimes, if occurring at the beginning of a sentence, they'll have one end sorta lopped off, but not everyone follows through with this convention. Here are the glyphs listed below:

Two or more prepositions can't occur sequentially, it's a very one-at-a-time situation, although in colloquial speech you'll see two prepositions being used in certain instances.

Tone Diacritics

Seraphic is a tonal language, and luckily it has diacritics to indicate the tones. They frame the words on each size, being used on both nouns and adjectives where applicable. You'll usually see them in formal contexts like government documents and letters of address, on signs and boards and menus and any kind of display especially in highly populated areas, in use by those whom are just learning Seraphic and don't have a hang on remembering all of the tones yet, and just in any context where clarity of literacy would be important. In everyday colloquial text conversations and things the tone diacritics will be usually dropped as context is sufficient enough to know, although tone diacritics may be reintroduced to differentiate homonyms that are distinguished only in tone (e.g. lxal "power" vs. łxāl "day"). There are eight individually recognized tone diacritics:

The low tone is the base tone and is usually left unmarked, so there's no sign for just the low tone. When a low tone transitions to a rising or falling though, the low transition diacritic will be used to connect the two. Many of these diacritics are usually connected consecutively when a word requires it, flowing as if they're one larger tone diacritic. This can give a whole host of unique tone symbols, but for the most part, all of the tone symbols can be broken down officially into the 8 diacritics. There isn't a 1-1 correspondence between individual tone diacritics and syllables within a word, usually you can know from context and just knowing how the word is pronounced. For example, the word łxāl would be written with one high tone marker even though the word is two syllables, but it's meant to infer that the entire word is pronounced with an even high tone. Here are some additional examples:

The top example is the word jalzègxa "chronicle". You can see that it uses the two low tone transitions to connect to the central falling tone, representing a low-falling-low relationship. The word below that is māzefādnu "hourglass". It employs a high-low-high, and then a high-low, with the last high-low meant to merge with the high-low-high. So truthfully it's meant to be interpreted as high-low-high-low. There's a lot of possibilities, but breaking it down will simplify what tones are being used specifically.

Numerals and Punctuation

This final section will discuss Seraphic numerals and punctuation. Now, unlike in most human languages which uses base-10, having 10 unique symbols to represent the values of 0-9, Seraphic uses base-16 and represents the values 1-16 with 16 individual symbols. In base 16, we would write 16 as 10, standing for one set of 16 and zero sets of 1. It's written in positional notation like arabic numerals, where each position represents a power of 16 (instead of a power of ten like in base-10). Here are the numerals:

If you were to write a number like 299,792,458; you'd convert it into base-16 which would be 11,DE7,84A; and since Seraphic numerals are grouped in 4 instead of 3 it would actually be 11DE,784A. This is how you'd write that:

Both Arabic numerals and Seraphic numerals describe the same amount of things, they just group things differently. We group in sets of 10, they group in sets of 16.

As for punctuation, there are only 5 marks that's in standard use, and these are them:

Single bar - separates individual sentences.

Single dot - separates clauses for clarity, separates numerals into groups of four.

Double dot - separates individual words such as in lists or replaces a single dot when separating clause groups.

Triple dot - Distinguishes quotes and dialogue, as well as highlighting names, terms, and titles.

Double bar - used to end full paragraphs/passages instead of a single bar.

Overall, that's pretty much everything I can detail about how the Seraphic writing system works! It's complicated but it was very fun to develop and boy was it satisfying to get it to work. Hopefully you'll now be able to decode a little better Seraphic writing, and maybe even write something of your own!

ŋKowīci cu-stux 'ōf tsa-levp'ā cu-zāsláf pi-lizt'n ğōdjasa! (Thank you all so much for reading!)

[captainpriceslilwife]

nnnggghhhhhuuhhhhh tbi!Soap who gets a little weird after his injury. (CW: yall this is like DARK...idk where this came from, so uh, dark themes, gore description at the end, soap is a freak, he's literally obsessed with you, stalker vibes but he lives with you, dark smut made its way in there so 18+, soap is literally batshit crazy and he wants you to be like him) dead dove do not eat, probably

maybe you're his sweet girlfriend who he's been dating for almost a year already, but when he comes back from that life-changing mission, he fully expects you to break up with him. He's too different now - too high maintenance. He needs meds and physical therapy and counseling...not to mention he'd never be a soldier again. Plus, doctors said he'd never be the same.

But you love your Johnny so much. How could you not help him when he needs you the most?

So you're there at his side, every single day, to try to get a smile back on his face. Always at every one of his PT appointments - cheering and giving him a little applause for each milestone he reaches ('good job, baby!' 'see? I told you you'd heal quick since you're so strong! isn't he so strong, doc?'). You refill his pill box every week without fail, and you always add a little candy to each compartment to reward him for taking his meds. Sometimes he finds a little note on there with a heart or a smiley face on the days when you aren't home to remind him to take his medication - but it's always gone by the time you get back. You figure he's just throwing them away, and it stings a little, but you don't think twice about it.

You don't seem to think twice about your dwindling underwear drawer, either.

You cook for him. Clean for him. Help him walk around when he's having a particularly rough day. And he falls more in love with you every day because of it.

But there's something....off....about his new layer of admiration for you.

You brush it off as the 'personality changes' the doctors had warned you about. Of course had can't possibly be normal after what happened to him. I mean, who would be?

But sometimes he scares you when you blink your eyes open in the morning, only to see him already staring at you as if he had never slept to begin with. Or when you get up to pee in the middle of the night and he insists on standing silently in the doorway, refusing to go back to bed until you're done and can lie back down with him.

He always needs you in his line of sight. Always needs to be near you.

Even when you cook dinner and try to encourage him to rest on the couch, he just sits on the floor of the kitchen and disassembles and reassembles his gun - something the doctors encouraged you to let him do. 'It'll be good for him, to do things he used to do. Might help him get back to normal.'

It doesn't make it any less unnerving when he feels the need to stare at you while he does it.

As time goes on, he eventually finds himself drawing again - much to your relief. He's switched out the silver metal and bullets for his old charcoal and paper, and you finally find yourself breathing easier as you step over his legs to stir the pot on the stove.

You try not to notice that he only draws you.

You in bed, you in the shower, you cooking, you cleaning, you naked, you napping, you changing - just you.

If he's having a hard day - one where his scarred skin is throbbing and he struggles even to remember what had happened that morning - he'll just draw parts of you. Your hands holding his pills, your hair in a ponytail, your nose, your eyes-

Whatever he can remember.

Sometimes you try to encourage him to draw other things - showing him pictures of the trips you guys used to take together to get his memory flowing, but it always puts him in a mood. And you try your hardest to keep him happy, so you always drop the subject.

Unfortunately, the only way to get him out of those moods is to let him fuck you.

And you still love him, of course - still love to be wrapped up in his arms as he works himself inside of you.

But lately he's just more...rough.

He'd never hurt you. Not in a million years. Not even a bullet could take away his love for you.

But his hips slam hard and fast against you as he ruts inside of you, pushing you up the bed as you desperately try to hold onto him to ground yourself. And he always makes sure you're staring into his eyes when he cums, otherwise he'll keep you locked in his arms until he's ready to go again. It's a ritual for him - like he'll die if he doesn't get to have you like this.

And he's always been a munch, everyone knows it. But now? He tells you he can't sleep unless he eats you out before bed. And you just want him to be happy and healthy, right? So, you let him.

Except he doesn't stop unless he feels like it, or until your pushing his head away, crying and begging for a break. He eats like a man starved, not coming up to breath until he sees silver spots coloring the edges of his vision - and even then he'll just dive right back in. He's messy with it, too - slobbering like a dog and ruining the sheets as he creeps his tongue as far back as he can get before your squealing out a "Johnny, don't, that's gross!"

He's weird. And offputting. And sometimes he makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

But he's your Johnny. You love him to death. And he could never actually scare you.

Not until you end up deep cleaning your shared bedroom - finally convincing him to shower on his own so you can finally have a moment to yourself.

You're blindly sweeping underneath the bed when you hit something hard - and your brows furrow in confusion when you lean down to see an unfamiliar wooden box hidden beneath his side of the bed.

You cast a glance over your shoulder to make sure he's still occupied in the shower before you slide it out quietly. There's not a speck of dust on it, unlike everything else that's made its way beneath the bed, so clearly it was something he used. Something he cherished.

You push it open with a soft click, silently thanking whatever god was listening that he hadn't bothered to lock it shut with the padlock that dangled from the latch opening. But your gratitude was quickly swallowed up by something much darker when your eyes fell down to see what was in the box.

Your missing underwear is bunched in the corner, coated in his own spend that he had made sure to specifically aim at your already dirtied gussets. It strikes you with the realization of just how many times you've caught him digging in your laundry basket, claiming he's looking for something - or how many times you could've sworn he was smelling you when he stood too close.

When you finally manage to get over the initial shock of seeing such an obscene display of his obsession towards you, you're gaze trails down to the pile of papers tucked beneath your soiled panties. At first, they seem just like all the other drawings he's made of you, and you can't figure out why they're tucked away. But when you look a little harder, you see the small keloid that sneaks its way into every drawing - a scar on your temple to match the one that adorns him.

You flip through the drawings quickly, your movements growing more frantic as you realize each one of them features the same disfigurement in varying levels of detail. Some of them are just a dash of his charcoal against the paper, and some of them are so detailed that you could swear he had taken a picture of his own just to copy it onto the page.

By the time you get to the last drawing, tears are slipping down your cheeks and falling in fat drops into your lap. You choke out a silent sob when you see what artwork he felt the need to bury so deeply, and you aren't even sure what you could possibly be feeling as you pull out the paper with trembling hands.

It's the only picture that isn't just of you.

He drew himself too.

He's got your head in his lap as he brushes his fingers through your hair, and he drew himself leaned over like he was whispering something in your ear.

It would be a sweet drawing if it wasn't for the gun he was holding - the same gun he took apart and built again in the kitchen while you took care of him - or the fact that he drew you with a hole in your temple. He had drawn the blood that poured from your wound - drew it on his hands and on his lap, down onto the floor as the penciled version of you looked up at him with nothing but love and understanding.

You felt like you couldn't breathe.

Bile was rising quickly in your throat as you forced the drawings back into the box - crinkling the papers and shifting the other stuff around as you tried to hold back your sobs.

A glint of metal rolling around the wooden floor of the box catches your attention - especially when it disappears beneath his horde of obsession and clinks gently against something else.

You're entire body is trembling at this point, and your mind is screaming at you to get out. To leave him and go as far as you can.

But your hand seems to move on its own as you reach down into dark corners of the box, feeling around for the tiny object that was pulling at a curiosity that you should've just buried along with your love for Johnny.

Once you make it past the underwear, past the drawings, past the notes that you had left him that you thought he had thrown away - your fingers wrap around a tiny glass jar and something much smaller. Something cold and metallic.

You can barely bring yourself to look as you pull it out slowly, but the second your eyes land on it, you can't hold back the panicked sobs that escape your lips.

In the jar is the bullet they had removed from Johnny's brain during surgery - a trophy, the doctors had called it. It was marred and crumpled, but it still clinked around lightly as you stared down at it.

This tiny little thing is what took away your Johnny. Your Johnny. The sweet man who always had a smile on his face and more love to give than he knew what to do with.

This is the tiny little thing that led him to carve your name into the bullet that lies in your other hand - meticulously written and finished with a tiny heart at the bottom.

A matching set.

"Oh, fuck...oh my fucking god." You whisper under your breath as you choke out another sob, completely frozen in horror. "Jesus fucking-"

It isn't until you feel cool drops of water dripping down your back that you realize the shower has stopped.

You can't bring yourself to look up at him - as though you're willful ignorance of his presence will somehow make him disappear. But your trembling sobs give away just how scared you are as you try to curl away from him.

A frightened yelp tears from your throat as he sinks down onto the floor, wrapping his bare, dripping form around you and holding you tight to keep you locked in his embrace.

"Ah'd never hurt ye, hen. Ye know that, right? Ah'm only thinking about it." You can barely hear him over the pounding in your ears as you continue to sob loudly, but you can feel the way one of his hands travels up to run through your hair in what you can only assume is meant to be a soothing gesture. But you aren't sure how soothing it is when his thumb brushes over your temple, right where he always drew your scar. "Ah just...ah wish ye knew how it felt. Just so we can be closer."

"...Ah just want to be close to ye..."

[iwantdrpepper222]

rhapsodic

nam-gyu x reader

summary: bad first experience doing drugs

req: no one, i literally just started this account lmfao

note - firstly, i am so sorry if this fic seems to be long, i usually get carried away when i write and forget not everyone wants to read an 100k letter novel. second, this is a personal AU of mine where nam-gyu and reader are dating but they are not in the games.. i might write a different fic where they are in the games or something :p also.. guys.. ik i said this would be out on friday but things happen, i got all caught up in stuff,yknow... my apologies.

also this just a tad bit cringe. excuse me, i haven't wrote in some time.

tags: mention of drugs, alcohol, throwing up because of substance use, dead dove-ish??? a bit angst-sty but also fluff, im not sure how to do tags uhhhh

also, i did happen to be listening to cigarettes after sex while writing this so this is just a tad inspired by their song "cry". (also somewhat inspired by A$AP rocky?idk) enjoy!!

you had never supported your boyfriends decision to do drugs. in fact, you constantly tried to discourage him from it and convince him to get sober. he would always respond with,

"okay, i'll try."

but you knew it was a lie. he wasn't trying for shit. it made you begin to speculate that nam-gyu had cared more for a high than his relationship with you.

you had never liked nam-gyu's job either. you thought that it made him indulge further into his harmful addictions and habits. of course, that came with being a club promoter, but there were other jobs out there that could get him just as much money as he made now.

everytime you commented on this he simply just snickered and said you "were in his business too often." "what a caring and loving boyfriend you are." you would reply, and it would always end in a harsh argument.

you don't know how you put up with the treatment you got from him, you don't know how anyone would.

one night, nam-gyu had invited you to come to the club he worked at with him. he egged you on by saying things like,

"oh it'll be fun though" and also remarks stating "you wouldn't want to embarrass your boy, showing up with no girl you know."

you couldn't help but fall victim to his guilt tripping and agree. at least it gave you an excuse to doll up and wear a dress for once, right? you never got the chances to do those things like a normal girl your age would. (20-25) you were always working attempting to provide for not only yourself and also your boyfriend. it didn't make it any easier that you were in a TON of debt.

whatever, this night could give you a chance to debrief and thats all that matters. as long as one of nam-gyu's annoying, bastard friends don't come up and bother you, you should be fine. (hehe foreshadowing)

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it took you a few hours to get ready that night which very obviously stressed out nam-gyu. he has a thing for worrying he wouldn't get to places on time. the wait was worth it though when he had saw the beautiful black dress you decided you would wear. it highlighted the curves of your body perfectly. the dress was about mid-length and came strapless at the top. inevitably, you felt a bit insecure. you were so used to wearing hoodies, sweatpants, baggy t-shirts and the occasional shorts that it felt almost wrong to be wearing something as pretty as this.

"what? is something wrong?" you spoke up as you noticed nam-gyu staring at you. it made your heart flutter with the way his eyes softened up and the tinge of blush that you could now see on his cheeks. he looked how he looked on the day he first asked you out.

"no.. nothings wrong. you just look.. you look really good babe."

you blushed intensely at his comment. it made you glad that he actually liked what you wore. i mean, it wasn't like you needed his validation but it sure as hell felt great when you were able to get it.

you two then began to walk out of the door and on your way after exchanging compliments and giving each other a kiss on the cheek.

well, the drive to the club was... just a little bit awkward.. in your opinion at least. you kept noticing the desirable gazes nam-gyu gave you and how he slid his hand up and down your thigh. you being in the passenger seat was his favorite thing. this was because he had easy access to touch you.

this wasn't surprising at all. you knew very well that nam-gyu's love language was physical touch and you actually sort of loved that about him. the way he was so clingy and touchy made you feel special. before you met him you were depraved of that.

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entering the club made you nervous as all hell. you never liked being around large crowds of people and nam-gyu knew that.

he smiled as he hugged your waist behind you, like he was trying to let everyone at the club know, "hey this is my girlfriend!!"

this quickly changed though when he saw his friend thanos. thanos stuck out from most of the crowd with his purple hair and multi colored nails. he was an upcoming rapper and was getting fairly popular.

"whatts up my boy nam-su!!" he greeted. 'nam-su? thats not his name. you questioned in your head trying not to pay much attention.

"is this your girlfriend you brought with you?" thanos asked. nam-gyu nodded, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"yep, her name is Y/N."

"hello Y/N, you look very good tonight." thanks spoke approaching you. you only backed up closer to nam-gyu, which made him chuckle.

"well.. if you guys don't mind, come to the room i have set up for us. its a bit private, yknow?"

"alright. cmon Y/N." nam-gyu gestured, pulling on your hand as thanos led them to a room a bit closed off from the rest of the club. when you entered you saw two girls and a random boy. you knew none of these people which filled your body with anxiety.

"sit down guys," thanos said as he sat down on a chair next to the two ladies.

you and nam-gyu ended up on a couch together.

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time skip and it has now been a hour or so since you two arrived at the club. seeing all these new people around you made you nervous. the only support you had in this moment was nam-gyu and it didn't seem like he was paying much attention to you anyways. he just lousily hung his arm around your shoulder. another bead of sweat rolled down your face as you looked at the bag of pills that laid on the glass table in front of you. 'it's not for me.. you repeated in your head. something in your gut told you should leave before something you regret happens. you watched as nam-gyu continuously sipped on his glass of alcohol and slipped various pills in his mouth. you hated everything about this. suddenly, you then hear a low but smooth voice speak. it was that purple haired guy again.

"so Y/N, what do you prefer? ecstasy or snow?" this startled you. was he asking what drug you preferred? ...none?!

you looked up to nam-gyu for an answer or at least a little bit of guidance but instead of helping you he just grinned. his eyes had a bit of red on the whites and you watched as he slipped another blue tablet in his mouth and this is how you knew he was out of it.

"none." you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

"nam-gyu, is this true? your girl doesn't do anything?" girl? really?

"cmon thanos.. she does.. she just doesn't wanna admit it alright?" your boyfriends speech slurred. it was the mix of the alcohol and random drug he took earlier really kicking in. you mean, he always rode out his highs nicely, he never acted too stupid, but you guessed he took one too many this night.

"so she wouldn't mind taking a few lines or so?" 'thanos' questioned, tilting his head.

you started to loose your mind. why was nam-gyu straight up lying about you? you had never done a drug in your life.

"no.. no she wouldn't," he began. "cmon baby, the lines right there." nam-gyu said pointing at the table. in front of you there were 3 messy white lines of what you could only assume was cocaine. you stared at him helplessly, almost like you were screaming at him to leave this place.

"what are you waiting for Y/N? we didn't do anything to it." thanos added, breaking the silence between you and nam-gyu. you began to think about what he said earlier at the house, how he didn't want to embarrass himself with (or even without you. if you didn't snort up these lines, you would be proving to his friend that nam-gyu lied. would you really sacrifice your dignity for nam-gyu though?

he gave you that lovely dovey sweet look he had on his face when he was high and that immediately made you break eye-contact with him. it swooned you a bit too much.

you finally decided to reply to thanos, and also make your decision on what you were about to do. "i.. i know you didn't."

you then began to slowly get off the couch and from nam-gyu's grasp, sitting down on the floor with the lines in front of you. you had no idea how you could do this. you only ever watched nam-gyu do it, and it always made you so mad. so mad you couldn't even focus on the motions nam-gyu made when he snorted that stuff up.

taking one last deep breath you lowered your nose down to the table and tried all your best to snort it up. it stung and left you sneezing and coughing when you were done. when you looked over to ur side to see nam-gyu's face and reaction to what you had just done he was just smirking cynically. thanos and the two other girls sitting next to him on other hand were just laughing and giggling, this made you feel tiny. you had always hated it when people were laughing in your face.

you couldn't do anything about it so you just rolled your eyes.

"go on, do one more." the purple haired freak spoke up. you just looked down. you weren't sure if you were able to do another one or not.

'don't embarrass nam-gyu..' you repeated in your head. this was the only reason you were betraying yourself, because you didn't want nam-gyu to look like a fool in front of his "friends." so, you took another line.

when you finished you were ashamed of yourself. you couldn't believe you had just done a hard drug just for the sake of a boy.

"do you need a drink to wash that down?" nam-gyu finally spoke. happy to hear his voice you quickly agreed and got up to sit on the couch near him again. when he asked you if you wanted a drink you didn't know it would be alcohol though. this worried you. you didn't think you could stomach both alcohol and drugs... and you were right.

nam-gyu had handed you his half empty cup of svedka vodka waiting for you to take it from his hands. you shook, cursing yourself mentally.

you quickly gulped most of the vodka down, it felt hot down your throat and tasted like hand sanitizer. you weren't a big fan of this stuff.

when you finished drinking you found nam-gyu rubbing your back comfortingly. no matter how mad you were at him you always melted at his touch.

the rest of the night was a blur. the mix of the vodka and also the drugs did not sit well with you. you sort of just watched as the girls, thanos, nam-gyu, and some other random guy conversed, trying to swallow the fact that you felt like you were about to blackout. you hadn't even realized that its been about 5 hours since you first got to the club.

you laid in nam-gyus arms watching as the world around you warped and twisted and felt all the sudden very hyper.

"f..fuck." you whimpered, quickly getting up and covering your mouth. "i need to .. go to the bathroom." you mumbled again, hearing someone snicker behind you as you began to speed walk over to the bathrooms. getting there was a bit of a struggle as you had to navigate through sweating dancing bodies and loud music which only made your ache worse.

when you made it to the stalls you quickly crouched down the nearest toilet and began to throw up your own guts.

you hadn't known that when you left the room that nam-gyu had quickly followed behind you.

when you heard him entering the woman's bathroom you thought it was a stranger so you instantly tried to shut yourself up. you were so out of it you forgot to even shut the stall door behind you. sweat poured down your forehead as you heard footsteps behind you, looking over only to see nam-gyu's sweet face.

"it's okay.." he nodded, grabbing your hair and holding it back for you. you took this as an initiative to get the rest of the stuff you had in your system out.

by the time you were done you were crying and sniffing regretting everything you had done that night. you quickly flushed everything you just threw up down and fell into nam-gyu's arms. you didn't have anything to really say to him so you just cried, your tears landing on his black shirt.

he didn't say anything either. he just stroked your hair like you were some kind of pet.

"i wanna go home." you muttered to him--your tone was serious.

"yeah, i think its time we go." he agreed as he helped you up, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

on your way out of the club he simply just gave thanos the 'yknow' look and he nodded in response.

the drive home was strange. you could feel yourself actively falling in and out of sleep and for once you were in the backseat instead of the front-seat.

when you made it to you and nam-gyu's apartment he grabbed you and took you inside the building bridal style. this sent butterflies through your drunken body because even out of your mind you still knew this wasn't how he usually treated you. you clung onto him anyways.

inside, he set you down on your guys bed. he laid down next to you turning himself over so he could see your face. he brushed some of your hair out of your face and stared at you with desire in his eyes.

ironically, there happened to be some water on the nightstand. he grabbed it and slowly brung it to your lips, helping you get some water intake.

you felt a little better knowing you now had a little bit of water in your system.

suddenly, he grabbed your body, pulling you into a sweethearts cradle and hugging you tightly. his body was warm like a heater. it felt great compared to the cold night outside.

you buried your head in his chest feeling his heartbeat against your cheek.

you never wanted to let go of this moment.

to the soft vibrational hums you then fell asleep being cradled in nam-gyus arms.

why couldn't every night be like this?

[ariestrxsh]

https://www.tumblr.com/ariestrxsh/769813251203678208/wanna-get-off-so-bad-but-im-in-a-hotel

fuck yeah it does, & mayyybeee i need a little help w a blurb of chris fucking me in the shower 🤭🤭🤭

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Omg. I'm so sorry this took me literally forever. Idk if this blurb will do you any good now, considering you're probably not in a hotel room anymore, but maybe it'll help you next time you go on a vacation. 🥰

Chris fucks you in a hotel room shower...

"Oh, fuck. Chris," you hissed with your face pressed up against the glass as Chris took you from behind in the hotel shower. He let out a small chuckle as he tightened his grip on your thigh, hiking up your leg for easier access.

The room was steamy from the hot water and the moisture of your breath as he pounded into you over and over. "Right there," you moaned as his tip hit your deepest pleasure spot. "That's it. Good girl," he praised you, panting.

You threw your head back against his chest as you stabilized yourself with both hands on the glass door in front of you. Chris grabbed onto your hair with his free hand. "Look at me," he demanded through gritted teeth in a domineering voice, and your eyes fluttered open to meet the man who was blowing your back out with fast, hard, methodical strokes.

His pretty blue eyes were fixed on yours, his glossed over gaze burning a hole through you as his carnal desire for you overwhelmed him. His wet, brown curls framed his gorgeous face, and his jaw fell open in a look of sheer gratification. He couldn't get enough, and you couldn't stop looking back at him, his lustful expression driving you closer to the edge.

"Oh, Chris," the words passed through your lips again in a desperate manner as you felt your stomach drop. "Gonna cum," you cried out, the sounds of your pleasure drowned out by the warm water crashing against the tile and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's it, pretty girl. Cum for me," he breathlessly rasped into your ear, taking the soft flesh of your neck between his teeth as you crumbled beneath his touch. Your body shook, and you toes went numb as your intense climax took its course.

Lewd sounds filled the space as you came undone, surely loud enough to disturb the other people staying on your floor, including his brothers, who were staying in the room beside yours. Your tight cunt clenched around him rhythmically, and your heartbeat thumped away in your ears as you finished onto him.

Chris continued snapping his hips forward in a powerful and determined manner as he followed closely behind you. "Good girl. Take it," he ordered, whispering into the crook of your neck as he delivered a few final thrusts before his cock started twitching. A few more pretty moans fell from his pouty lips as he railed you senseless, draining his load inside of you. He grabbed onto you tightly, stabilizing himself as his legs grew weak.

"Fuck. You're amazing," he managed to get out as he slowed his movements to a stop. He pulled out of you, watching the way his thick, white cum dribbled out of you and onto the inside of your thigh, a few drops falling to the shower floor and getting washed away in the flow of water. The sight of his matter spilling out of you was enough to make him hard again.

"Why don't we get cleaned up and go for round two on the bathroom sink, yeah? I'm gonna fuck you on every surface of this hotel room."

[ashlinxsloves]

Hihi

Idk if your still doing asks. But nero x emo reader? Like not goth full 2000s emo or scene

—Everybody's Fool—

A/N: hi anon! Of course, I'm still doing asks! ☺️ and GAHHH yesss!! I'd love to write this! I've been thinking about writing Nero with an emo reader, because I, myself am one! Shsishsj (I mean I listen to emo music and know my way around the subculture!) I hope you enjoy this 😁🫶🏻 and thank you for the request! Not proofread.

Warnings: 18+, MATURE (just in case, it's not smut but better safe than sorry), swearing, mentions of smoking weed & getting high to release stress, mentions of wanting to fuck, DMC4 Nero, set in the 2000s (I apologize for the inaccuracies, I was just born at that time send help), friends to lovers, fem!reader, no y/n, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, AU where Nero grew up with a father (cough Vergil cough).

Cross-posted to AO3.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Title from Everybody's Fool by Evanescence

"You know, you're gonna get brain damage from that, right?"

Hearing Nero's voice, you turn your head to see him with a sling over his right arm. You took in another hit of your joint, already halfway through it, and feeling the effects of the weed.

"Does it matter if I do? Life is at its best right now, Nero, let loose and get that weird stick out of your ass." You stuck your tongue out at him and grinned, making the white-haired boy roll his eyes at you.

He sat down next to you on your couch, your place not being too far from the orphanage where he volunteered. Taking advantage of the moment, you propped your legs on his lap, making him grunt, but did nothing to take them off.

You noticed the furrow of his brows, obvious that something was bothering him. "What's up, Birdbrain?"

"I told you not to call me that— and it's nothing. Just... just the usual, I guess." Nero shrugged, his fingers drawing random shapes on your thigh, a small sigh leaving his lips. "My dad's being a dick again."

An 'O' shape formed on your mouth, recalling quite well how his dad could be. They didn't have the best relationship with each other, but they were trying to make it work. Somehow.

You passed the joint over to him, a deeper frown forming on Nero's face. "Why are you handing me this?"

"To smoke. Duh," you stated bluntly, staring at him with an 'isn't it obvious' look. "Just try it. You won't get brain damage from trying it once.."

Nero's gaze bounced between you and the weed between your fingers, unsure if he should take up on your offer or not. Another sigh left his lips before throwing caution into the wind.

"Just this once," he muttered to himself, taking the half-smoked joint from you and taking a drag. Coughing and wheezing out smoke, Nero's face turned sour as you started laughing at his failed attempt.

"Stop laughing– ugh.. you didn't tell me it was this strong." He wiped his mouth, handing it back to you.

"Do you want me to shotgun you? It'll be easier since you seem to not know how to smoke," you offered with a mischievous giggle, Nero groaning with skepticism.

"Fine.. will this really help me reduce stress?"

"Yeah, duh. Why do you think I'm so chill all the time?" Moving your legs from his lap, you sat up and tugged Nero closer to you. His breath hitched before he clenched his jaw at the sudden proximity. "Relax, just inhale when I blow into your mouth, 'kay?"

You took a quick drag of the weed and tapped on his chin, signalling him to open his mouth a bit. Leaning closer, you blew the smoke into his mouth, your eyes hooded as you exhaled.

"Okay, now hold it in for a bit," you mumbled, watching him struggle to hold it in, but he managed before exhaling with a small cough. "There you go, Atta boy."

His face flushed from the nickname but didn't say shit about it, blaming the cannabis that was already in your system to call him by such a name. It worked through him slowly, but with every drag and shotgun from you, soon enough, he was feeling a lot looser.

"This position is getting uncomfortable. Come here," Nero grumbled, grabbing your arm without much notice, making you straddle his lap. His uninjured arm gently caressed your hip, fiddling with your studded belts.

If you were being honest, the position you were in earlier wasn't that uncomfortable, but you didn't call him out on it. You let him play with your belts, taking one last hit out of your smoke, Nero already tilting his head up and opening his mouth slightly, waiting for you to shotgun him.

"Don't you think you've had enough, Birdbrain?" You purred teasingly but exhaled into his mouth anyway. Lingering for a beat, Nero's eyes darted down to your lips before licking his own.

A huff left you, curious about what was going through his head. "Care to share with the class, Nero? We smoked my whole joint and you look like you're about to fly off to shitfuck nowhere—"

Nero's lips pressed against yours, cutting your sentence short and surprising you. His hand went from your sides to the back of your head, pulling you closer and tangling his fingers in your dyed hair.

"Your hair is really pretty. Did– did I ever tell you that?" He mumbled against you, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth.

You ignored his question and focused on kissing him. Throwing the joint butt on your ashtray not too far away from where the two of you were sitting, you let your hands roam freely along his shoulders and the back of his head.

Moving his hand from your hair, Nero slid his hands down from your nape back to your sides before finally settling on your hips.

He grunted as he freed his other hand from his sling, not bothering to hide his Devil Bringer arm from you. You've seen it enough times, and you didn't freak out, thinking it was cool instead.

"Fuck, you're so pretty.. can I keep kissing you?"

Pulling away, Nero pleaded while panting heavily, his eyes lidded yet focused on your expression. He really didn't want to stop kissing you, now that he's gotten a taste.

You hummed, pretending to think about it, teasing him, but both of you already knew the answer. "I don't know... can you?"

He rolled his eyes, caressing your jaw and leaning in for another kiss. Nero was eager, and you knew it, giggling softly between the kisses.

Your brain was hazy from your high, your body moving languidly against your best friend. Accidentally rolling your hips down, Nero let out a strained groan, his grip tightening around your hip and jaw as he pulled away from your lips. "Fuck– don't.. don't do that—"

"Do what? This?" You ground yourself against him again, on purpose this time, another groan leaving his lips. The grin on your face returned, realizing why he was telling you to stop.

Nero was either going to die from embarrassment or from his brain lacking oxygen due to all his blood going down to his groin. He doesn't even remember why he came to your place anymore.

All he remembers was that he was frustrated about Vergil, but all of it became a blur the moment he laid his eyes on you. Lying on your couch, lazily smoking weed in your short shorts, fishnet tights and a loose tee of band you liked. Studded belts and bead bracelets decorated your hips and arms, and your hair was styled into its usual look.

And now that he was looking properly, you had your makeup done too; eyelids pigmented with black eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner and—a now, smudged—red lip.

"You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now.." He puffed out, lips coated with spit and hair dishevelled from your hand running through them.

His hands roamed along your thighs, fingers playing with hem of your shorts and muttering something about it not being a skirt instead.

"Maybe next time," you crooned, Nero's head perking up at the promise of next time as he slid his hands under your band tee, feeling up your soft skin under the material.

"You're not messing with me, right? Because I swear, I will be pissed at you for a week if you are..." he murmured, only to settle with a moan when you pressed yourself down on his clothed dick, grinding and pressing soft kisses on his throat.

The sound that came out of his mouth sent a jolt down your spine, wanting to coax more out of him. "I'll let you fuck me next time, promise.."

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[n3ptoonz]

BEGGING you to make more sub mk men content 😭 they're always dom in all the other hc's and it's refreshing to see something that's my cup of tea lol

oh? like this? throws this post behind me like a bouquet toss earthrealm guys here

mk1 hcs: how the outworld guys react to you riding them

y'all sure do love headcanons LMFAOO

i always try my best for most of the outworld cast cause i'm truly an earthrealm girly, but i got yall. yall really challenge me 😵‍💫

Shang Tsung

This sly mf. He thought when you suggested riding, he'd be the one watching you writhe, but it's quite the opposite. Little did you know it was all an act. A fib; fairytale. He wants power, of course, but in the bedroom it's entirely different

Nothing will get him to submit fast than treating him like a common harlot. He's in desperate need of hair pulling, degradation, maybe even act like you're trying to kill him. He's into that shit! He's an aggressive man, so he should be treated as such

I'm talking fully dog this man out while you ride him. It'll drive him mad and make him crave it. Hell, slap him around and call him names and his gasps, groans, and deep whimpers will clear the air in no time! If you add small weapons to the mix or like a role play thing it's ON

He's literally the meme "don't bully me i'll cum" so do with that what you will!

Rain

Rain sexy ass...OOF. That smug "i am a demigod" attitude is punted out the window when you ride him. One single stroke of his hair and a caress of the jaw and just like that he's a slut!

Give him praises. He wouldn't handle degradation too well. On the outside he appears to have his shit together and doesn't have a care in the world about anybody else but his studies (and you), but he likes to be taken care of

If you want to be rougher or if he asks you to, really just pull his hair/give him love bites. idk it might just be me but i just wanna bite him sooo we're gonna say he likes bites! He's also super handsy but mostly when he's close

He's not very vocal but when he is i can see him as the kinda man that like...purrs, if that makes sense? If it don't i say he's a grunter and from groan city: population him

Reiko

Reiko has a hard time being submissive, but you just make it a little easier for him. You kinda have to coax him into it before every time you get intimate because he's made it clear he can do both and wants to try submitting more to the person he loves

It was your suggestion after a long time away for a mission. Poor dude was stressed da hell out! He's like Rain, a sucker for praise. Now that i'm really picturing it he'd prob be down to smother his face into your chest cause like, that's hot to him

When he's feeling particularly spicy definitely tie him down so he can't pull free no matter how much brute strength he uses. Hold his face and never break eye contact, he's all yours! If you call him any name that has the word "strong" in it he's like puddy in your hands

Prime grunt man here. He ain't whimpering unless you deny him of something, even then it goes from a coarse tone to soft

General Shao

Siiggghhhh 🙄 Shao likes the riding position the most. That's all thanks for coming to my Ted talk

LOL JUST KIDDING😹 He would appear like he's incapable of submission but like, this is YOU we're talking about. And he'd do anything for you. Literally.

A little birdy told me he loves when you grab his horns. Grab his horns. Grab them and make him look at you. This unbreakable wall of man yearns to be conquered by someone like you. Someone who dared to challenge him and never back down? By the Gods he has a breeding knk whether you can have kids or not. oh yeah, he'd beg. plead. he's gasping for air like pls just don't stop riding him LMAO he needs his mind off taking the throne for a few hours

whimpering little bitch which eventually turn into growls and grunts. takes a bow

Reptile

Syzoth is so subby I literally cannot picture him dominating a soul. Ashrah got that man on hold fr but anyway this about you

Typa dude to tear up when you ride him. You just look so damn good, and you make him feel so damn good. Dizzy eyes that he can barely keep open; I feel like he'd go brain numb from how fast he feels pleasure

I'm talking like because he's not originally human he's more sensitive. Now hear me out guys...two dicks....AHEM. DONT SHOOT THE MESSENGER!! Both his dicks are very sensitive OHHHHHHHHH Reduce him to a sobbing, stuttering, gasping, mess. He needs it, wants it, loves it. It's up to you if you'd ride him in his og form ya nasty. He'd also have a tendency to leave bite marks on you like your chest, neck, and shoulders

Mister whimper over here there's nothing else he does but whimper and cry jesus almighty somebody give this man a HUG (hug him while you fuck him dumb/busts)

Havik

Banging my head against the wall rn lemme tap in...ok we here let's go.

Another kombatant who peruses power, but also very much attracted to it. He definitely likes to be dominated. He'd be into some real kinky shit too i know it. Literally all the above he don't wanna think about SHIT

He would thoroughly enjoy being completely helpless at your disposal as you ride him. He likes degradation more than praises but if you do give him the kind of praise that inflates his already massive ego. shoot down his arrogance while also maintaining it he fucking lives for it. he likes being choked or slapped too keep that in mind

This bitch growls and that's it. bro ain't got the lips to really make different sounds LMAO?? get yo fuckin dog bitch!!!

Baraka

You might be insane but we love that haha...! Monster fucker certificate checked at the door i understand i do

Absolutely no degradation here DO NOT!! Mf might start crying or give a monologue either way, steer clear. Be nice to him!!

He likes to be held, and he likes holding his partner. If this was confident Baraka from the previous timeline I'd say he likes fast and crazy over slow and romantic but that's not the case. Be immersed and in the moment with him, he clings onto the human interactions he got stripped from him 😞

Growls but that's mostly bc he deadass don't have lips either LMFAO😭

a/n: tearing my skin off rn I DID IT GUYS I DID IT TELL ME IM GREAT😎author likes praise too.

[tikvin]

Loving your BG3 character art! I would love to see skin color pallets to see how you achieve certain lighting and textures. As an artist I am finding that I myself seem to struggle with processing color and transitions. Is it's grayscale [shadow to light] I am fine. If it's mono color scale I am fine. If it's flat color cool I know my colors I can see them I'm not color blind. But the moment it is color with other colors used to create shadow and light affect i... don't process it well. I got to a certain level of doing it but somthing never feels right. But yours is amazing!

First of all hi and thank u. Second... I have no idea how or what i'm doing, I'm not a professional artist, I've never been to any art scool or any online courses, I do not have any specific color pallets, or anything i plan ahead of time. I'm just rawdogging this shit and layer different colors on top of each other until it looks decent to me

This wasn't the way i colored the last year, I went through very heavy artblock for almost a year, and when i got out of it by doing those portraits it just happened. I don't know what kind awakening i had in that time period when I stared at blank canvas for hours. Something just switched in me recently and i started being much bolder with the colors i use. The only definite thing i can say is that i usually do a shadow and then layer an opposite color inside and lower the opacity, sometimes use gradient maps, sometimes don't. Everything is done with one brush, which is basic textured CSP brush "Chalk"

I can give you rough step by step of what I do, but idk if it'll be of any help, cuz i myself don't do it step by step, the process is messy with ungodly amount of layers and absolutely isn't organized, which I found is the best way for me. It got a whole lot easier when i let go of any structure, which might not work for everyone. Just be bold ig, it's ur drawing no need to be afraid to put a "wrong color" here and there, it's all part of the journey to discover your own way to draw (i was set free only when i stopped looking up to anyone)

[dearloonies]

Your smiling

(I originally intended this to be some speculation/theory post but it turned into some weird metafic idk I was half-asleep 😐)

Your smiling, watching your Shikigami bicker among themselves as your entourage moves across the land, never far from Kyoto,

always chasing malevolent Youkai.

You bring peace to others,

but your heart remains unsatisfied.

You’re smiling—

when your proclaimed rival, your closest friend, challenges you again.

You accept.

Because there is fire in him— a fire you’re no longer certain burns in you.

You admire that passion.

You love it, because it reminds you what it feels like to want something.

You’re smiling— even as you sleep,

because the Sight never rests.

It shows you everything,

but never what you choose.

It sees all.

And that—

that is what makes it so suffocating.

Your smiling, even as you cry silently though you do not understand this melancholy,

soon, you will but not now,

Let this moment be a reprieve

Your smiling, watching the small kindnesses exchanged between your rival and your Shikigami - and for moment you you wish it could always be this way but the Visions come and you know they won’t last.

They never do.

Your smiling, because you are being watched.

The Red Bird is clever— sharper than he lets on. He hides brilliance behind thievery,

insight behind mischief.

Your smiling, as you dodge the truth without telling a lie. He is confused. He thinks he understands.

He doesn’t. But he will.

It'll take him a thousand years to even think of you without that bitter resentment.

You’re smiling—

and there is blood.

All of it, yours.

You’re smiling—

and a sword has pierced your body.

A parasite drains your powers.

You’re smiling—

and your rival is not.

You’re smiling, Abe no Seimei—

even as death claims you.

You’re always smiling.

Because how else would you release the emotions you were never allowed to show?

Smiling is easier.

Smiling is safer.

Smiling is the only thing left.

You feel.

Of course you do.

But you are bound—

by status, by era, by etiquette, by expectation.

You—

Abe no Seimei—

the most powerful man of your age,

will never be free.

You are smiling,

but you are not happy.

You are smiling,

and you are human—

but you are not allowed to be.

You are trapped by what will be,

and never permitted to live in what is.

Perhaps the other you—

in another story, another life—

will do what you could not.

[robinasnyder]

Random thoughts on Secret Six (2025) #2 before I read anyone else's

- Please, for the love of god, let Leo Lane make an appearance. He was introduced in the Checkmate comics. He's Lois's half-brother. He's a super spy. He looks *identical* to Jon Kent.

- I don't know enough about Catman and Deadshot, but they were like dating at some point, right? This is a lover's spat, right?

- Watching Jay knock the shit out of Alice was really satisfying. Of course, she knocked back. Do her abilities cancel out his?

- Jay believes that Jon is only acting that way about Nia because she brainwashed him. That's... that makes so much sense about why he's been putting up with some of Jon's shit. It's easier for him to blame everything on Nia and not hold Jon accountable.

- I kinda hope that Nia didn't either accidentally or on purpose brainwash Jon. But also, the implications of either are interesting. I just feel like it's a bit of a cop out, and it's more interesting to Jon's character if this is just him and his grief and ptsd and bad choices and not brainwashing.

- I think Jon has every right to be concerned, in the sense that he sees Jay's distress and wants to help. Ideally, if Jay wasn't weighed down by this anger and hatred, he might have an easier time with his grief and not hurt as much. But honestly, how is Jay supposed to let go of that?

- Man, idk if Jay killing Waller is the best or worst idea. I'm not pulling a Batman about this, but I'm not entirely certain that killing her will make him feel better. But on the other hand, removing her from the equation makes things easier, and Jay doing it is a form of justice that Jay didn't exactly get with Bendix.

- Jon and Jay are both like five breaths away from McFucking Losing It.

- I gotta go read more things.

- The team is one giant disfunction, let's be fair.

- I really hope Jon isn't brainwashed. I think it would be so good/interesting for him and Jay once this comes out. Because I'm hoping it'll make Jon explain his feelings and apologize, and that Jay will hold Jon accountable for his shitty behavior. But I also think it's super unhealthy for Jay to just be willing to blame his issues with Jon on Nia. It's not fair to Jon in an odd way, as it is Jay sort of disregarding Jon's agency in his own bad choices.

- Jon, my gay, I need you to remember that Jay lost the most important person in his life and was held captive by someone he considered a friend. He needs so much time and space at minimum.

- I do kind of appreciate Jon being like "being around everyone is bad for both of us." He doesn't want to be around Nia, Alice or the others, and he doesn't want them around Jay. But the situation is way too fucked to just walk away.

- And there's Deadshot needling Jon about his insecurities related to his father, which I think Jon is so sensitive right now bc of his Winter Solider season.

- I just realized I referred to Jon as "my gay" instead of "my guy". Whatever.

- This is a delicious mess and hope things get actually sorted out.

- I did not spell check this post at all.

- I actually can't tell if Nia is being honest with Jay or not about holding back bc she thought he should do it. I think she's trying to manipulate him, but I can't tell if she's being upfront about it or sneaky.

[bloodyfries]

RPG Bingqiu Au

Ok, so what if Bingqiu died at Mai Gu Ridge. (Shen Qingqiu didn't get to self save and Luo Binghe did destroy Xin Mo (or killed himself after Shen Qingqiu died idk)) but instead of just being dead, they got transmigrated together.

My vision for this would be some dnd esc world with different classes, species, monsters, quest and, of course, cool lore.

Now, obviously, since they aren't aloud to have good things (at least in the beginning) Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu are not put together/know the other one is in the same world. I imagine Shen Qingqiu ends up saving some poor soul (who just so happened to be Luo Binghe) who seemed to have chosen a class they didn't know how to use.

Luo Binghe (at first) chooses a class to honor Shen Qingqiu and picks either a only magic class, a scholarly type class (this isn't dnd so I'm making this up!) or some form of bard (simply because Qing Jing Peak did teach music). This probably wouldn't be too much of a problem... if he still had the protagonist halo. (Tbh it would still be a problem since that's not lbh's style of fighting but things would be easier)

Shen Qingqiu ends up convincing this stranger (lbh) that they should switch to a class that suits them. The only problem is that he's going to be starting from nothing so it'll be dangerous for him to travel alone! Sqq decides that he'll travel with this person to make sure they don't get into any danger!

And to distract himself from the loss of the man he loved in his previous life

I imagine after tons of shenanigans, quests and miscommunication they realize who the other is

Also, I think it would be amazing if the system gave both of them new names for their next lives. Luo Binghe's new name would be Romeo and Shen Qingqiu’s would be Juliette... he goes by Lee

[archangeldyke-all]

Baby love pics alongside my ask

Modern au Sev and reader who run a puppy foster home? Maybe Sev gets really attached to one of the pups and wants to adopt her for herself? Idk do what you want with this

mars there are tears in my eyes, baby love is not a baby anymore 😭 what a big girl!!!

men and minors dni

with slayer and sugar growing old, their faces getting white and their energy levels getting lower, you and sevika have had more free time on your hands. your sunday morning hikes with your puppies (slayer in a little carrier on sevika's back, sugar proudly carrying the biggest stick she can find the entire walk) have gotten much shorter as their joints get sore, and your nightly walks around the park have turned into walks around the yard-- both of them losing their stamina.

and you know it'll fucking suck once they pass on. and you know it'll suck for sevika even more, because she's never lost a pet before. she doesn't know how hard it'll hit her.

so, after a bit of research, some meetings at the local shelter, and a few trips to the pet shop-- you and sevika decided to become foster moms for dogs.

slayer and sugar are chill enough in their old age to provide the perfect, calming enforcement for anxious or previously abused dogs. the temporary additions to your family will keep you and sevika active while your dogs age, and they'll help soften the blow when it's time to say goodbye to sugar and slayer.

what you fail to consider, is that both of you are total fucking suckers-- and being foster parents means having to say goodbye to the dogs once the shelter finds them a family.

you accidentally adopt 3 dogs before you give up on fostering.

the first dog you foster is a grumpy old beagle named bernard. his previous owner was a ninety year old woman who died, and who couldn't walk much before that. therefore, bernard fat. so fat, that he can barely walk.

you both fall in love instantly.

with your help-- but especially with his new friends in slayer and sugar-- bernard starts to come out of his shell. his half block walks before he collapses turn into a full lap around the neighborhood in no time; he absolutely loves peeing right on top of where his big sisters just went.

and as he starts getting healthier, his bad mood starts to vanish, and you and sevika are both shocked to find that bernard is a lapdog.

he was too heavy to jump before, but now that he can, any time either of you are sitting, bernard's not far behind.

so, of course, when bernard's healthy enough to adopt out to a family, you and sevika become heartbroken at the idea of saying goodbye to your little old man.

you adopt him.

the next dog you get is a puppy, a sweet baby mutt who was the only surviving member of her litter-- found in the dumpster behind an italian restaurant.

you name her s'ketti, short for spaghetti, and on the first night of her staying in your home, sevika turns to you in bed and nudges you.

"y'know we're not getting rid of this dog right?" she asks.

you giggle. s'ketti's made herself comfortable right between you and sevika, and she's snoring the most precious little snorts as she sleeps peacefully for the first time in her life. "we don't even know what her breed is, sev. she could end up being a hundred pounds."

"you didn't answer my question."

"...obviously we're not getting rid of her."

you decide that maybe a cat will be easier to foster. you and sevika are both dog people-- maybe having a cat it'll be easier saying goodbye.

but then you meet pinecone-- a skinny street cat who you both get to love on and fatten up-- a sweet baby who opens up to you and sevika and the dogs so kindly and patiently-- a cat who will yowl until you put her on a leash and take her on walks with the dogs-- and how can you not fall in love?

"we can't go back to that shelter asking to foster ever again, they're gonna laugh us out of the place." you sigh one night as you cuddle into bed besides sevika. you've had to upgrade to a king mattress to make more room for your clingy fur-babies.

"but... we can go back asking to adopt right?" sevika asks as she shoves sugar out of her spot in bed.

"we do not need another animal!" you giggle as you gently nudge gnocchi and slayer off your pillow.

"i feel like pinecone needs a cat friend, y'know?" sevika asks. you cackle.

"pinecone's fine! look at her." you nod to the foot of the bed where pinecone's licking a snoring bernard's tummy.

"okay... i feel like i need another cat friend, then." sevika sighs.

you just cackle and pull your wife in for cuddles.

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[bogos-bint3d]

In my idea of an AU where deltarune happens in undertale it'd be like. Ok so Frisk and Kris would be twin siblings I imagine because idk I usually see AUs with them in the same universe where Frisk is still a kid but I'm intruiged by the dynamic of them being the same age. So say pre undertale they're both in foster care they're going through a lot Frisk does undertale. They're like 11 at this point. End of undertale Frisk doesn't go with toriel cause they don't want to burden her or whatever + they were put in that position and they don't think they have the ability to remove themselves from it. So they stay. They eventually decide to live with Toriel because 1. they realise it'll benefit them and Kris and 2. they'd be closer to the city so it's easier for them to do ambassador stuff. At that point they're like 13 14 15? Time w/ out Toriel is mentioned because in that timed they'd meet Susie/Suzy (?) and they'd both become friends with her + leaving to be with toriel creates the initial tension between Kris & Susie at equivalent of the stuff that's implied pre ch1.

Ok so also not long after leaving the underground (they were still 11 here) Asriel is partially revived via 6 human souls. He's still Flowey really but he can be more "Asriel" if he wants. Like he can be in the form of Asriel but he doesn't do it often because it's rlly power draining. Also when he's Asriel he doesn't lose the flowey personality or anything, post revival he's like a combination of the two idk how to describe it. But him being alive is relevant to the deltarune plot.

Ok so assuming azzy is like 2, 3 years older than Frisk & Kris, the idea of a deltarune plot taking place in the undertale universe would have the twin humans at around 16 and Asriel in college. Frisk isn't too important but I like them in the picture. Susie moves to city they're in, same school and shit, there's tension because Kris left. Frisk hears about this roleplay club at their school and approaches the two separately and convinces them to try it out. Somehow. I'm still thinking about that part. But either way they both end up forced to take part in the club together. Other members of the club at the start are of course undertale universe versions of Ralsei & Lancer (because there are no dark worlds so they can't be darkners)

Ralsei would be a boss monster who recently moved to the area and was really fascinated by Asriel and based his whole personality around him. To the point where he's literally getting people to call him an anagram of Asriel's name (the others don't know that they just know it's a weird nickname). I don't know what his actual name would be. It's not relevant, he prefers the name Ralsei. But yeah anyway he thinks all the stuff Asriel did at the school was like really cool and being the only other boss monster he knows of he was a huge role model to him (they have never met).

I think I'd make Lancer a human. Maybee??? He's just there for fun. Anyway events of Ch1 take place via RP game (think dnd) and yeah thats all I really have so far. Feel free to ask more questions (please ask questions)

[studentbyday]

week 1. a stuttering start.

i can't believe autumn is already approaching. i feel like i haven't done much to truly live on my own terms this year... (the majority of my time was spent either chained to my desk, living the studying hermit life as usual, or...and this is a new one for this era of my life, feeling like a child following the real adults around on my travels which @zzzzzestforlife documents way better tbh. the travels, that is...)

in addition i've been feeling very unmotivated and numb this school year. even more so than usual. i've never been as zesty as...well, Zesty when it comes to new school years, but it has slowly been getting worse since i started uni and i think i'm getting dangerously close to falling off some cliff i'll later realize was an important cliff to not fall off of. do you get what i mean? i'm only speaking vaguely because i myself do not quite know.

i oscillate between wanting to be extraordinary and extra ordinary. i have fallen back into bad habits, which do not set a good precedent. and overall i feel lost. so so lost that i started reading designing your life. and dulled by the isolation of school i can hardly focus. it's not a new problem, i've just finally been able to put words to it after all these years. engaging and/or cathartic verbal conversation brings me back to life, whether i'm listening or speaking, but i don't get enough of that in my daily life...this is just a very weird mundane state to be in. don't get me wrong, i was relieved to get back to this life with a very predictable pattern after the hectic-ness of travel, but something about it always felt off and i almost can't believe that only now i've realized why.

anyway, feelings pass. and i have overcome the jet lag, so i am that much more energized (and perhaps a little more desperate) to bulldoze through this problem.

Study:

Read/skimmed all the syllabi for anything new (much of it is the same year-to-year as they're all courses in the same faculty and i am resigned to the fact that there will be weighty group work in at least one course out of every year)

Caught up on course announcements

Finished microbiology module for this week (hmmm i read like half of this module last year when i attempted and then dropped this course so it wasn't the most interesting the second time around but i think it'll get better as i get to the new stuff and the nitty-gritty details 🔬 mwahahaha 🦠 i also decided last minute to make flashcards for these and had to transfer my notes to anki. i wish there weren't so many isolated facts or similar but distinct processes i need to remember.)

Made flashcards for half of this week's immunology content (seems to be a memorization-heavy course and i think i really need the active recall since i barely remember the pre-req info 😅 luckily they review it in the module... 🤭)

Reviewed some of the flashcards made this week

Worked on (but didn't finish) global health slides for this week (i'm...not entirely sure what i should be taking notes on or how because...this all seems either very common sense or kind of..."woo-woo" based on my way of understanding the world...but ig that's my own biases talking? i hope they'll just test us on the common sense stuff. that will be easier for my brain 🥴)

Around half of pathology slides are left from this week (probably the most work intensive course i'm taking rn based on the timeline 😵 but also it's shaping up to be my favorite subject this semester because the modules are so well designed AND it's large processes or, even if it's smaller concepts, they're all connected to each other so i don't need flashcards!...i think! i can just pull on the thread of memory and it all unspools (...ideally...)!)

Wrote down due dates for all assessments this semester

Other life things: (yeah idk what to call this section)

I became a 6AM girlie!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Unpacked

Washed my water bottle

Caught up with a friend 💗

Health:

Yoga x2

Journalled x2

Early morning walk in nature x1 (the air smelled so so fresh i was so glad i went out...and even gladder that i went out when i did because after that the air quality got super bad from wildfire smoke 🥺)

Pilates x1 (i made it! in 2 split sessions, but still! and i feel great!!! 😃 i'm so glad i found this channel because she explains the moves in a way that i can get it even with my bad coordination 😅 she also goes slowly and there is no annoying workout music so i can completely focus on the movements and how they feel, it's perfect. 😊)

Music in My Head:

Blue Danube Waltz (OG piano version)

Treat People With Kindness

On the Sunny Side of the Street

Hikaru Nara (the perfect song for my current ambivalent mood because the whole theme of the anime, which is reflected in the sound of this arrangement, is the need to reignite your spark for the things that mean something to you and make the absolute most of it because life is short)

a few dark academia playlists that i put on loop to study to (links under the cut) (somehow the ones with new age music are the only ones i can listen to...light/quiet enough that it doesn't interrupt my thoughts but intense and melodic enough that it puts me in the mood to focus 😅)

[i-did]

idk how active u are in the fandom tag but I was curious if u had any opinions on this:

it's becoming increasingly common for ppl to say Kevin's line about neil staying heterosexual was because he'd seen the treatment Jean received for his sexuality.

I'll be honest I probably haven't gone into it in at least a year maybe more? Everything I see is through who I follow.

I understand why people are saying that, but not how I personally interpret the line. I believe it adds context, but ultimately Kevin's mindset is about how a lot of sports is not separated from politics.

He was in the public eye growing up and every move was analyzed. Being a public figure means giving a public performance, you behave a certain way to seem genuine without being too personal or too honest, and keep the people on your side.

Being queer is inherently political in our culture, but especially in the 2000s. This would be even more exacerbated by the fact that they are athletes which is seen as a hyper-masculine space, the same way Dan being captain is seen as inherently political by virtue of her being a woman.

I don't believe Kevin was saying this to save Neil from being bullied, but simply his career. Neil is supposed to play the press game in order to win the career game, and to do that is to avoid controversies and politics with a 10 foot pole. Kevin is as one track minded as Neil.

Kevin states:

"'Stop being a bad influence,' Kevin told Nicky. 'I am going to make him Court. It'll be easier if he remains heterosexual. You know more than any of us how prejudiced people can be. Imagine the impact it would have on his career.'" The Raven King, (book 2, CH. 4 pg. 75)

He is quite clinical about it -- it's just fact. It's not about Neil's romantic life or personal life at all, but solely his professional and public one.

this is all my own interpretation of course, and I believe Kevin has Neil's best interest in mind, and to Kevin that is to have an as successful Exy career as possible, everything else is secondary.