#hm I may be sensing a pattern

[llycaons]

winterkeep was available so I borrowed that next and the prologue is delightful. I love sentient marine creatures. I'm considerably less charmed by the actual first chapter - I found graceling mediocre and bitterblue decent, and I was hoping for more monsters in this book like there were in fire. but cashore seems really enamored with those gracelings of hers

[beenbaanbuun]

Face sitting with Mingi

words - no fucking clue

genre - smut

warnings - chubby!reader, dom!mingi, oral (f!receiving), insecurity, internalised fatphobia, nicknames (baby, princess, mingi calls himself baby boy…), praise, brief discussion of safe words, consensual somnophilia (if you squint - mingi gets off on readers thigh and she falls asleep halfway through), i think that’s it :)

one thing you’d realised about mingi is that although he may be dominant in nature, that man really knows how to beg

long limbs trapping you in place as he looks up at you with puppy eyes and whimpers in your ear until you’re practically a puddle in his lap, ready to give into his every desire

he‘a almost impossible to say no to with his pretty pout, almost being the key word

because there’s just one little thing you always say no to

after the last time you denied his request under the guise of being ‘too tired’ you expect it to be more than two days before he asks you again

but it’s not really a surprise… mingi is insatiable when it comes to you

so you just let it happen, body going almost limp as he holds you against kiss chest and kisses down your neck gently

“mmm, taste so good,” he licks a long stripe up your neck before taking your earlobe into his mouth and suckling gently, “you know what tastes better, though.”

you can’t help but moan as he teases you

“you’ll let me eat you out, right?” he whispers, and you nod.

and then he drops the same bombshell as last time and you freeze

“you’ll sit nice and prettily on my face, hm? let your baby boy devour you?”

you cant deny that you’d like to

fuck, you almost say yes there and then!

but before you can, you take a moment to come to your senses and realise that as hot as it sounds, it just won’t work

it takes a few seconds to give your body a once over with your eyes, picking out all the bits of it that carry just a little more weight than you’d like

too heavy, you decide as you begin to rack your brain for yet another excuse as to why you can’t sit on his face tonight

but just as you’re about to spout some nonsense excuse that makes no sense, mingi cuts you off

“and don’t say you’re too tired this time, baby,” he rubs your thicker waist with his hand, massaging the soft flesh like he’s kneading dough, “you were up for getting your pussy eaten before knowing exactly how i wanted to eat you.”

and again, you freeze

he has you caught, and you begin to realise that he knows you too well

“m’not going to say i’m too tired,” you definitely were, “my legs just ache too much to hold myself up for that long.”

“mhm,” he doesn’t believe you for a second, “well, that’s the good thing about sitting on someone’s face, princess… you sit”

his hand shifts to your bare thigh that poked out from your skirt, and he gropes it, big palm tugging at it until your legs are spread a little

“w-well…” you think for a moment, “my hips ache! i cant spread my legs for that long!”

he chuckles darkly in your ear

again, you know he sees through your bullshit

“if i was eating you out on a normal day, your legs would be spread,” he trails his hand up higher, “so tell me the real reason, baby.”

and you realise there’s no getting out of it

you’ll have to sit and tell him exactly why you can’t before he proves you wrong and shows you exactly why you can

its the same as when you told him you didn’t want to wear lingerie because you thought you were too big

you should’ve known mingi would go out and buy the prettiest sets he could find and get you to give him a show, all why he sat and palmed at his dick, showering you with pretty praises

you sigh, working up the courage to do it

“m’too big to sit on your face,” you mumble, “i’ll just hurt you.”

he hums in response, drawing patterns on your thigh with a finger

“and you think i care that you consider yourself ‘too big,’ do you?”

of course he doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t care

you shake your head

“listen, baby,” he readjusts you on his lap so you’re facing him, one leg either side of his lap, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but your reasoning is fucking stupid. if you want this, then there should be nothing holding you back…”

you try and avoid his gaze

he finds it cute for a few seconds, but he’s soon lifting your chin and making you focus on him once more

“so,” he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your pouty lips, “you want this or not?”

and you do want it… you want it so bad!

so you nod

“you know the rules, princess,” another kiss, “i need your words…”

it takes a moment for the words to process in your brain, and then another moment for them to form in your mouth

“can i sit on your face?”

“you’re so well behaved for me…”

and just like that, mingi gently pushes you to the side and positions himself so he’s lay on the sofa, legs hanging off one end so he has a enough room for his head to lie flat at the other

and he’s dragging you closer to him by your hips, and pulling one leg over until your wet panties hover just a few inches above his mouth

his jaw is slack in awe as he moves the damp material to the side and lays his eyes on your pretty pussy

it takes a moment to shake himself out of the trance you have him in

“so perfect, hm?” he whispers, “so pretty and perfect, aren’t you?”

you let out a loud whine at his words, nothing but embarrassment filling you up

he gives your hips an experimental tug, pulling your core just a little closer to his waiting mouth

and you resist, just a little bit

a little bit is enough for him to pause

“baby, i’m only doing this if you’re fully on board,” and you are, you’re just a little nervous, “i need you to sit, baby… can you do that for me?”

you whisper out a ‘yes’, but you still make no movement

you’re still a little scared

“okay, how about this,” he says, “you sit down and i tap your thigh if i want you to move, alright? i can guarantee i won’t, but at least the failsafe is there, okay?”

you cant lie, it makes you feel better

a lot better actually

knowing that he has a way to tell you it’s too much makes you feel a whole lot safer

it makes you let out a giggle as you finally understand why mingi is always so insistent on the whole ‘safeword’ thing

if your lips were anywhere near his, you’d kiss him

for now, you’d have to settle for something else

and from that point, it takes just a few seconds for you to lower your cunt to his mouth

the groan he makes when contact is made is borderline sinful and he wastes no time slurping at your wet pussy

tongue tracing patterns up and down your slit before delving deep inside to collect as much nectar as it could

lips circling around your clit, suckling ever so gently before adding more and more pressure

messy, open mouth kisses to your hole as if he’s desperate to make out with it

youre a mess within minutes, and you wholeheartedly blame mingi

you fall forwards at some point, barely holding yourself up with your elbows

your plush tummy rests just a few inches above mingi’s forehead and he can’t help but shift his hands until they’re resting flat against it

they massage the flesh as his tongue massages your clit

and before you know it, you’re crumbling

your hips buck against his open mouth, but mingi drinks up everything you have to offer him, grunting loudly as if it’s the best think he’s ever tasted

he works you through it, barely dipping a toe into overstimulation before pulling you away and shuffling a little so you can lie next to him

he’s rock hard against your hip, but when you try and move you hands to do something about it, he clasps them in his own

“i can use your thigh, baby,” he whispers as he begins to rhythmically rub his crotch against your leg, “almost there anyway… tasted too good.”

and in a weirdly peaceful way, you can’t help but fall into a slumber as your boyfriend ruts against your thigh, kissing your cheek with his sticky lips as he groans in your ear with his deep voice

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Gray Woman 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You meet a man who tests your patience. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: To those who didn’t help me resist this beast, I blame you.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The bank is at peak hours. The rush used to make you dizzy but these days you barely notice the changes. There's always someone else waiting. There's always someone upset about money and it's usually their own fault.

You tap through a transaction, working from muscle memory as you ask the usual questions, hit the usual keys. You hand over their card and point them to grab their receipt from the machine on the other side of the glass. The take both. You're used to the the lack of a 'thank you'.

You wait for the next customer. When no one shows, you peer up towards the line corralled behind the stanchions and cords. A man in his suit, more interested in his phone than reality. A woman behind him clears her throat, "excuse me."

He jerks away from her as if she spit on him and scoffs. He rolls his eyes and tucks away his phone as his eyes flit up to you. He approaches as he continues to feel around under the chest of his jacket. He reveals his black card as he gets to the counter and slaps it down.

You watch him dulcetly, "hello, sir. How can I help you today?"

He scoffs again, this time louder. "That's Mr. Hansen, remember?"

You look at him, this time with actual consideration. Your customers are usually nothing more than faceless silhouettes. He sports a bristly mustache and shaved sides. Quite the look to go with his patterned suit jacket.

"I get a lot of customers, sir," you reach through to take his card and he catches your fingers. You flinch, just a little, and try to jerk your hand free. "Sir, let go or--"

"Yeah, yeah," he chortles and releases you as he slants his lips defiantly, "you call over those fake cops standing at the door. What do you think they'll do about it, sweet cheeks?"

You feel a crease between your brows but you don't bit the bait. Some people just want to spread their misery. You quickly snatch the card and swipe it through the machine. His account pops up on the screen.

"What do we need today?" You ask.

"Hm, besides a coffee and some afternoon delight," he snickers, "I need you to move some money for me, sweetheart."

You ignore the epithet. It happens often. The 'hons', the 'sweeties', the 'girls'.

"I'll need an ID." You say.

"We've been through this," he snips. "Just do what I tell you."

He steps closer to the window and you turn to blink at him. He stares back at you. He grimaces, "you really that stupid? You forgot me already?"

"Like I said, sir, it's busy--"

"Go get Veronique, right now," he demands, his nose almost touching the glass.

You put your feet on the bar and step down to the floor. You move stiffly, if not deliberately slow, and shuffle in your flats toward Veronique's cubicle. She sits behind the frosted siding and you tap on it before peeking around.

"Customer," you shrug.

She huffs, "ugh, I swear."

She stands up and leaves her cell phone on the desk. You back up and wait for her to pass before you follow her. She struts to your counter and in an instant, her posture changes.

"Mr. Hansen, you're back!" She chirps, "comment ca va?"

"The damn crow you got squawking back there is asking for my ID again."

"Is she?" Veronique hisses, "forgive me please. I promise, we will make sure this doesn't happen again." She turns and points to your chair, "just do what he say and stop bothering me. Mr. Hansen is a VIP customer. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," you answer. You already know you'll get a lecture later so you don't hold back the subtle snipe.

You get up on your seat and face Mr. Hansen, "what do you need? Money where?"

He chuffs out derisively, "I know your fucking with me, doll face. You remember me."

You neither confirm or deny. Truly, you deal with so many demanding managers and executives, that you might have seen him an hour ago and not realise it.

"Are we moving money out of the checking?" You ask.

He sighs and shifts, leaning on the ledge as if trying to see around your screen. He grumbles before he speaks up. He tells you what to do and you acquiesce. He gives you an account number to wire money out then announces the end of your work.

"Good girl," he winks as he stands straight.

"Do you need your receipt?" You ask as you reach for your mug, tasting the cold peppermint tea.

He watches you sip and his cheek ticks. "I need that about as much as you need that stick lodge up your ass."

It's a bit more on the nose than you're used to. Usually they call you a bitch or just huff and puff and stomp out. His effort is a bit too much. Especially if he thinks himself so important.

"Have a good day, sir," you close out of his account with a click. "Mr. Hansen," he snarls.

"Alright," you say and try to see around him, ready for the next in line. He hesitates before he backs off. When he does, a squat woman comes up and hands you a check. She slides through her bank card and ID. You put it through the scanner then ask her what account to deposit or if she needs cash.

As you issue her receipt, you glance up. That man stands by the door, his face furrowed in distaste as he glares across at you, then he spins and strides out. Hm, maybe it wasn't the same man… you can't tell that far away.

You wish the woman a good day and the next customer comes up. You peek at the clock. Still a while left. Sometimes it feels like time slows down, like the bank isn't subject to the typical laws of time a space. A special purgatory just for the forsaken tellers behind their windows.

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑑

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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It was a few days into your stay in this new world, and you’d finally managed to get your hands on the magical device known as a cellphone.

“How does it work?” you asked, eyes wide as you looked it over from all angles. You tapped on its screen, but nothing happened. “Mine doesn’t light up the way the others do. Did they sell us a faulty product?”  

Izuku giggled. “It’ll turn on, don’t worry. You just need to plug it in so it can charge, like this... and you hold down the power button for it to start up.”  

He fiddled with a cable that plugged directly into the device on one end, then into the wall, through what Izuku had called an “outlet”. You weren’t familiar with any of this stuff, so it may as well have been sorcery to you.  

But true to Izuku’s words, the phone’s screen eventually lit up, and all sorts of vibrant colors and patterns soon graced your eyes. 

“Wow!” you gushed. “How does it do that? It looks so cool!”  

“This is just where technology is at in this world,” Izuku shrugged. “Cellphones used to be a lot more basic, just for making calls and sending texts, but now they’ve become mini computers. They can do a lot of really sophisticated stuff.”  

“What’s a computer?”  

“Ah... right. I guess I should have expected that.” He pointed towards the end of his room, towards what looked to be another screen, but way bigger than the cellphone’s. “Computers are devices that are really smart. They’re programmed that way. You can look up all kinds of information with them, play games, watch videos... there’s really no end to the possibilities. Cellphones are really convenient because they act like computers, but they’re portable, so you can carry them around with you wherever you go. It’s pretty neat, huh?” 

“This is life-changing,” you mumbled breathlessly.  

Izuku laughed. “Yeah, you could definitely say that. Here, I’ll teach you how to use your phone. It sounds more complicated than it actually is, I promise.” 

That was what he said, but it sure didn’t turn out that way for you. There were so many different little features on screen. Some of them did things when you tapped on them; others didn’t. Izuku was doing his best to show you how everything worked, but it was such a staggering difference from what you were used to that it was just too much to take in all at once. 

Not only that, but you quickly realized you had another problem. 

“For the time being, I’m going to add myself as a contact,” Izuku said. He tapped on the screen a few times—not that you could really make sense of it—then eventually passed the phone back to you, smiling brightly. “See? You have your first contact now. That’s my name right there.”  

You blinked. “What does it say?”

“Hm? What do you mean? It’s my name. Midoriya Izuku.”  

“No, I mean... I can tell there’s something written there, but I can’t read it. The symbols don’t make any sense to me.”  

Panic was quick to creep onto Izuku’s expression. “You can’t read kanji? Or hiragana? But... you’ve been speaking in fluent Japanese this entire time.”  

“I’m not even really sure how that happened either. It might be a side-effect of the spell that brought me to this world, but I was able to understand the language pretty quickly just by hearing it a few times. I definitely don’t know how to read or write, though.”  

“Oh, well... that’s not good,” Izuku swallowed, and it was clear that he was putting it lightly. For better or worse, this country, Japan, was your home now. You were kind of screwed if you didn’t have the ability to grasp written forms of communication.  

Izuku pursed his lips, clearly lost in thought, then grabbed a blank piece of paper and placed it front of you. He’d brought some pencils as well.

“Try writing your name,” he suggested. “If you were able to understand our language just by being exposed to it, maybe it’s the same with reading and writing too. Maybe it’ll come to you much quicker than you think.”  

You decided there was no harm in trying, so you did just that.  

“This is how you write my name,” you smiled proudly, lifting up the paper so that Izuku could see it better. 

Regretfully, he just looked even more worried than before. “I-I’ve definitely never seen anything like this before,” he stammered. “I’m pretty sure there’s no language like this anywhere on Earth. Then again, I guess that’s not surprising, since you’re literally from a whole different world...”  

You frowned, then took another peek back at the contact Izuku had saved on your phone. No matter how hard you tried, you failed to understand how the symbols he’d inputted were meant to translate. You were lucky to have grasped the spoken language right away, otherwise you would’ve probably been speaking in gibberish on the streets and people would have thought you were insane. Unfortunately, as for reading and writing, it looked like you were going to have to learn it the hard way.

“I’ll do my best to teach you the basics,” Izuku reassured. “But, um... while you’re here, I think it’d be good to consider going to school. You’ll learn everything you need there. And there’s a limit to what I can teach you all on my own.”  

“School sounds fun,” you beamed. 

“Have you been to school before?”  

“Not really. My parents hired various tutors to teach me academics back at home.”  

“R-Right. I guess royalty have a different way of doing things. But,” he perked up, “I’m sure you probably received a really solid education, so you’ll have no trouble picking things up here. It might seem intimidating at first, but you’re smart, [Name]. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.”  

“How do you know that I’m smart?” you asked.  

“Well... aren’t you?”  

“Am I?”  

You both stared at each other for a good while. Clearly, this was a stalemate.  

“Anyways!” Izuku continued. “I’m going to start with the foundation of all the basics. And you can learn to write your name while we’re doing this. It’ll be a good first step.”  

You gripped your pencil tight and nodded, eager to learn. 

Japanese was hard. Actually, you supposed you should say that learning a new language from scratch was hard in and of itself, but based on what Izuku had told you, Japanese was one of the most difficult languages to learn in this world—especially for a non-native speaker.

So, yeah. That was great.  

Even so, you weren’t deterred in the slightest. It wasn’t like there was much you could do about it, after all. Moving to a different country all of a sudden certainly wasn’t an option, plus, you weren’t willing to sever your connection with Izuku either. This was your home now, and you had a good feeling about this place. You just needed to put in the effort to make it your own. 

Izuku did what he could to teach you, but attending school was obviously the most efficient approach. Actually getting into school, however, was a different matter altogether. You’d initially been thinking that your stay with Izuku would be a temporary one, but you were already afraid of being separated from him. You didn’t know what you would do if you were left alone. Teenagers like you weren’t allowed to live on their own, so most likely, you would end up being placed in an orphanage since no one was around to take care of you.  

Frankly speaking, you hated the thought of that, so you decided to pull out all the stops and come clean to Inko. 

“I’m from a different world,” you blurted all too suddenly over dinner. Izuku’s food quite literally fell out of his mouth from shock, and Inko gave you a funny look, although she didn’t seem too worked up over it. She probably just thought you were saying silly things as a joke. 

“Is this some sort of reference I’m not getting?” she frowned.  

“N-No,” you said sheepishly. “I’m really telling the truth. I didn’t want you to try and contact the police or anything because I don’t even have a family to return to. At least, not in this world. I ended up here one day, and Izuku was nice enough to help me out when I had nowhere to go. I was thinking of keeping this a secret because I figured I would only be staying here for a little while... but I’m honestly scared to leave. I don’t know where I’ll go.” 

Inko probably still didn’t believe you, but her expression seemed more solemn now.  

“[Name],” she said gently. “What’s going on at home? You can tell me. No matter what it is, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe.” 

Ah. She still thought you came from a complicated family, and probably assumed you didn’t want to go back home to be around your parents. If you went with that story, though, at some point, you worried she really would get the authorities involved. 

No. Even if it was a long-shot, you needed to convince her. She was Izuku’s mom, and he already knew your secret. You just hoped that even though she was an adult, she wouldn’t dismiss you as some troubled teen making up excuses.  

“[Name], wait,” Izuku mumbled, but you’d already stepped out of your chair and begun moving closer to Inko. 

She watched, looking confused beyond measure, as you opened up your mouth and revealed your teeth, which sharpened into fangs. You knew it would probably take more than this to convince her, but it was a start, at least.  

“I’m a vampire,” you said. “I need to drink blood to survive. My world is very different from this one, filled with all kinds of creatures and different species that don’t exist over here.”  

Inko swallowed uncomfortably. “[Name], I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but I really, really want you to be honest with me. You don’t need to make up stories. What exactly is going on with you and your family?”  

“I wish it was a story,” you sighed heavily. “My parents aren’t with me. They’re back in my old world. Vampires like me are pretty strong and heal quickly too. Don’t you think it’s weird how fast my injuries healed up? I got hurt pretty bad, two days in a row, but I’m already as good as new.”  

Instead of giving you a direct answer, Inko glanced towards her son, who had gone awfully quiet.  

“Izuku,” she frowned. She seemed to be searching his expression for some sort of explanation. “[Name], what is she—?”  

“She’s telling the truth,” Izuku mumbled. “Mom, I know it all sounds super ridiculous, but I don’t like to lie to you. [Name] doesn’t even know how to read or write. Not just in Japanese, but in any language, for that matter. She has no clue about how technology works either. You could ask her when the second World War took place, or even what it is, and she wouldn’t have a clue.”

Inko’s bottom lip trembled. “What the... t-this is all sounding very strange, you two. Izuku! Are you sure your friend is alright? This a serious matter, so I’m begging you, don’t play games with me.”  

“It’s not a game, mom. We’re serious.” 

“About vampires? But that’s just not possible.”  

“I could show you if you want,” you offered. “Izuku’s let me drink his blood before, back when I really needed it.”  

Oops. Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to a mother, especially when it involved her own son, but Izuku backed up your statement with a hasty nod—all the while blushing profusely. 

“My parents don’t exist in this world,” you continued, looking a bit more dejected now. “I promise I’m not lying. I didn’t even know about Quirks or any of that until Izuku explained them to me. You could call just about all the police in the country, but I can guarantee that nobody will be able to register me anywhere. It’s a crazy situation, and I know how it sounds, but it is the truth.”

She’d gone completely silent, and you were actually a bit worried that she was going to turn you in and have you committed to some sort of mental institution, but thankfully, Inko really was Izuku’s mom. She was kind to a fault.  

Her shoulders sagged. “Goodness... I-I don’t even know what to say. Okay, then. Let’s say for the sake of argument that I believe you. I would still want some sort of proof.”

“Hm... you could wait it out for a little while and see how close I’ll get to dying if I don’t drink any blood?”

Both Inko and Izuku stared back at you in abject terror. Okay, so that suggestion was a dud.  

“I could hurt myself really bad and then show you how quickly I heal up once I do drink blood?”  

Strange. They didn’t seem too keen on that one either.  

“In that case, I’m fresh out of ideas,” you shrugged.  

“Mom, we’re really telling the truth,” Izuku insisted. “I don’t even know if it can really be proven, but [Name] knows nothing about our world. It just doesn’t seem like something that would be possible unless she wasn’t actually from here. She has nowhere to go. If you call the cops, social services, or whatever... she’ll be alone. And afraid. And I really don’t want that for her."

Inko stared at you for a few good moments. Out of nowhere, she gripped you by the shoulders and squeezed down tight.  

“I’ll only ask this one more time,” she said sternly. “Your family... they haven’t done anything to make you too afraid to go back home? Enough that you would make up a crazy story like this to convince me to let you stay?”  

You smiled. “Nope. I’m not scared of my parents. I can’t say they’re as nice as you, but I didn’t leave home voluntarily. One day, I’m going to find a way to get back to my world, no matter what it takes.”  

Inko let out a shuddering breath. “It... really doesn’t look like you’re lying. At the very least, I can’t see it in your eyes. Or maybe you’re just a terribly good liar and have me completely fooled. Oh, alright. If you really have nowhere else to go, and since you’re the first friend Izuku’s had in a long time... then, yes. You can keep staying here with us.”  

It hardly took a second for you and Izuku to break out into cheers. 

“Yes!” you exclaimed, rushing towards your friend and wrapping him in a big hug. He reacted with a nervous little squeak and a bright red flush, the way he always did, but he too seemed to share your enthusiasm. “We get to stay together,” you grinned. “I don’t have to leave and find somewhere else to live! I’m so happy!” 

“Y-Yeah!” he beamed back. “This is great news! Thank you so much, mom! Thank you for helping us out.”  

Inko smiled warmly. “It was worth it just to see the looks on your faces, if nothing else. I still don’t even know what I believe... but I can tell [Name] is a good girl. For now, that’s more than enough.”  

“Oh, right,” Izuku blinked in realization. “She needs to attend school. That’s the whole reason she wanted to tell you the truth. If she goes to school with me, she can learn a whole lot more about our world this way. I’m trying to teach her as much as I can, but it’s harder than I expected.” 

“School? Well, I can try enrolling her into your middle school, but I’m pretty sure I’d have to be her legal guardian for that to work.” Inko nibbled on her lower lip. “It’ll be difficult to obtain those documents, especially if there’s no record of [Name] to begin with. I’m not sure how it’ll go.”

“It’s worth a shot,” you grinned, completely unbothered.  

You were on cloud nine right now, and it was going to be damn hard to dash your spirits. Which was why, the very next day, you dressed up all pretty in one of your new outfits and made a prompt visit to Izuku’s middle school, which you would hopefully be attending soon.

Both Inko and Izuku had come along with you, naturally, and you found yourself face to face with the school’s principal.  

Currently, he was staring down at your admission documents with a puzzled expression. “Different last name, I see. Mrs. Midoriya, do you have legal guardianship of this child?”

“N-Not yet,” Inko stammered out. “But she’s been staying at our home for the last little while. I can provide proof of our living conditions, and she’s been properly taken care of.” 

“Well, can you get in contact with the child’s family?”

“My whole family’s dead,” you chimed in—a bit too eagerly, perhaps. “Izuku and his mom are, um... very, very, very distant friends of one of my late relatives, so they took me in.”

The principal gave you a look of disbelief. “Uh-huh. Well, my hands are tied here. It sounds like a complicated situation, but I can’t very well allow someone to enroll a child that they don’t have legal custody of. Sort out the matter in court first, and try to transfer in later.”

From what Izuku had told you, these legal matters could take a long time, and quite frankly, you didn’t feel like waiting. There was also the issue of getting other people involved. You didn’t need anyone poking their nose into your business and realizing how many things about you just didn’t add up. It would raise a whole lot of undue suspicion. Worst case scenario, the authorities would take you away from Izuku by force.

There was no chance you were going to let that happen. But thankfully, you had an idea.  

Admittedly, a reckless one.

You turned towards Izuku and Inko with a smile. “Do you two mind waiting outside for a minute? I just want to try and talk to this nice man on my own.”

“Sorry, kid,” the principal sighed. “No matter what you say to me, my answer will be the same. I’m not looking to get in trouble with the law.”

Your smile didn’t drop, and although Izuku and Inko were staring at you with visible confusion, you still gestured for them to leave the room first.

Once you were finally alone with the principal, you leaned across the desk. “Sorry about this,” you mumbled quietly.  

“Huh? What are you—?”  

You grabbed him by the arm before he could get a proper reply out, then sunk your fangs into his skin. He briefly yelped out from the pain, of course, but you didn’t drink very much blood from him. You didn’t need a lot. After all, you had a different purpose in mind.

“You’re crazy,” he winced. “Absolutely crazy. I’m really going to call the police now.”  

“Don’t you dare,” you ordered, and the man’s hand dropped right as he reached for his phone. You could feel your head throbbing, the way it always did when you tried to use this technique, but at least it seemed to be working. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” you smiled. “You’re going to let me attend this school, and the same class as Izuku, too. You’re not going to stir up a fuss and demand that Inko shows you the paperwork, and you’re also not going to tell anyone about what just happened. You’re going to forget I ever bit you, actually. All you need to do is approve my enrollment, and that’s that.”  

You snapped your fingers, and just like that, the hypnosis came undone.  

“W-What?” he blinked, glancing all over the place in confusion. “I was just... what did I...?”  

“You were just about to celebrate the fact that I’m starting classes tomorrow,” you beamed. “Right?”  

He stared at you for a few moments, with a vague look of understanding, but eventually nodded his head, suddenly much more sure of himself.

“Oh, yes!” he beamed. “That’s right. [Last Name][Name]… ah, perfect. Yes, it looks like everything I need is in order. And you can start classes as early as tomorrow, you said?”  

“Yep! I’m super excited to meet everyone and make tons of friends!”  

“That’s a good attitude to have. I’m thrilled to welcome you to your new school, [Name]. I’m sure the other members of our faculty will feel the same way once they find out.”  

“Awesome! I’ll get plenty of sleep tonight, so that I can be ready for school bright and early,” you grinned. “Thanks so much for everything, Mr. Nice Principal. It was lovely to meet you!”

The principal chuckled softly and waved you off, up until you left his office. Only once the door fully shut did he allow himself to wince, then rolled up his sleeve and furrowed his brows in confusion. 

“Are these... bite marks? How in the world...” 

Back on your side of the door, Izuku was all over you, fretting incessantly. “[N-Name], are you okay? It sounded like he got angry with you for a moment... we thought we heard yelling. As expected, it’s a no-go, huh?”  

“What are you talking about? He approved my admission.” 

“Eh?”

Both Izuku and Inko were staring at you in bewilderment. Your head was still aching quite a bit, and it would probably continue to do so for a little while, but it was worth it. You normally hated putting people under the effects of your hypnosis after drinking some of their blood. It felt like a slimy thing to do, and it kind of was, but you really wanted to go to school with Izuku. It was just this one time. Just this once.

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned. “I have my ways.”

You said that, but you’d been lucky that it had even worked, since you weren’t very good at using hypnosis to begin with. Maybe this was fate, though. There was that saying that everything happened for a reason, after all.  

Izuku peered over at you while you walked through the halls, his eyes slowly narrowing. “Um... [Name]. That’s not blood on your lips... is it?”

“Hehe. Oopsie.”  

“What did you do?!”  

It wasn’t at all uncommon that Katsuki found himself in a bad mood, but he’d been in an especially bad mood these past couple of days.  

And it was all your damn fault.  

Finding out that Izuku had somehow made a friend was already irritating enough, but to make matters even worse, you’d gotten on his damn nerves and challenged him to a fight. A fight that hadn’t gone as planned, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d underestimated you. Clearly, you were a lot stronger than you looked, which begged the question as to why you hung out with that goddamn loser. 

Then again, you seemed to be one hell of a weirdo yourself. Katsuki still shuddered every now and then when he remembered the way you’d greedily slurped up his blood. Seriously, who did that?  

My shitty mom screamed at me for hours after I got back home looking all beat-up like that... fucking hell. If I ever see that bitch again, I’m gonna make her regret messing with me.  

Katsuki rubbed at his bruised face and grimaced. Class was as damn boring as always, and it didn’t help that he could see that shitty nerd fidgeting in his seat out of the corner of his eye. What the hell did he have to be so restless about? It was fucking creepy.

“Ahem,” the teacher said, clearing his throat all of a sudden. “It’s a bit unexpected during this time of year, but I’d like to take a moment to introduce a new student to our class. Everyone please be sure to give her a warm welcome. You can come in now, by the way!”  

The door slid open, and Katsuki yawned loudly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. As if he could care less about whichever extra was joining the class. 

“Hi, everyone!” 

Katsuki’s eyes widened. That voice. He knew that voice.  

A pathetic wheeze left his mouth, and he couldn’t help the way his jaw dropped nearly all the way to the ground. There was no way. There was just no way.  

And yet there you were, grinning and waving at everyone, with so much as a care in the world.  

It was only until your eyes locked with his that your expression changed, but it didn’t shift into discomfort or fear.  

Instead, you openly smirked at him.

“You fucking bitch!” Katsuki roared, slamming his palms down on the table loud enough that everyone turned their heads.  

The teacher gave him a cross look. “Come on, Bakugou. Let’s not start this early in the morning. Be nice to your new classmate.”

“That’s right,” you kept on smirking. “I’m excited to be friends with everyone, including you. Don’t you feel the same way?”  

Katsuki officially had a new person on his shit list.

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[prawn-haunted]

Sidenote: I’m bad at Bhaal and Bhaalspawn lore, so some points may be unrealistic. I just assume Bhaal had close to full control over Durge’s body pre-tadpole and didn’t make them a puppet only because it wasn’t the point. Most of these are for resist/disobedient pre-tadpole Durges.

With that out of the way…

How to train your dragonborn(?) child 

…because they somehow can’t just murder for murder’s sake.

CONTENT WARNING for different types of abuse (god parent style), gory details, typical Durge TWs. The whole thing is a Dead Dove Don’t Eat written in Bhaal’s POV ok. With a side of dysphoria/body dysmorphia.

Take their body away

Emotions are bodily sensations. Have them sense your anger and pride. Make it distinct from their own: When they get scared, their chest tightens. When you make them scared, their guts get stabbed with cold needles.

Give them ecstasy as a reward. Take away the joy when you feel like it.

As a punishment, break their limb. Heal it back so they can use it, but leave the pain as a reminder.

Move their heart to the right so they can always feel it. Make their finger a tad too big. Take something away to make life harder.

Stop their lungs for a few seconds.

Change their appearance just a bit. Repeat. Repeat. Make them doubt every time they see their reflection.

Make them an entirely different person. Turn a dragonborn into a halfling. Have something as alien as a gith walk the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

Isolate them. Make them ugly. Make them scary.

Control their Urge

The Urge is always with them. When there’s disobedience, they can only pray you won’t make it worse. You will.

Make them do things they can’t stomach. Keep them present: they will see it all, but they won’t have the right to scream.

Have them howl on the ground, scraping their own meat out with their nails. Then leave them exhausted on the ground.

Make them an animal — but only temporarily. They will learn a lesson after waking up in dirt and their own piss.

Make them scared

Be inconsistent. Punish them for a minor mistake, but ignore it the next time. Break the pattern. Make silence scarier than familiar torture.

Don’t tell them your reasons.

Don’t have reasons. Their body is yours, and they should know it.

Make them doubt their body and mind. Make them scared of their wants — even the ones you didn’t inflict.

Take advantage of their self-hate

(For all the trans and otherwise dysmorphic Durges)

Don’t let them change their body. If they go to someone who could ‘help’ (i.e. a doctor or a wizard), murder said person with their own hands.

Let them change something, as a treat. Make it gory, perhaps: have them experiment over people before they operate themselves.

If they disobey, take away the progress. Have their parts regrow even bigger. Make them more dysmorphic than before.

Make a deal: promise them a new form once they do something for you. Make it big, hard to achieve and really gory.

The ‘new form’ may be a Slayer. No one said it’ll be something they actually asked for.

Soo yeah, here’s some ideas for torturing your pre-tadpole Durge. :^) It’s not a full list since I have some ideas for post-tadpole (when Bhaal supposedly loses most of the control) and uh… fucked up sexualized stuff. It feels like an even darker topic (esp in this context), so I’m not sure if I should post it. Tell me if you’re interested though.

Also feel free to write your own ideas cuz I’d looove to see them! Maybe we’ll even gather an additional list, hm? 😉

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Pt. 11

WC: 1.6 k

no warnings

the reunion finally happens

The carrier was finally docked, hoards of sailors fled the vessel as wives, husbands, parents, and children flocked to the water’s edge to get their first glimpse of their loved ones in over 3 months. The aviators often weren’t the first ones off, so you and a now heavily pregnant Gabby waited patiently in Rooster’s bronco.

“Look I love my husband but I’d sooner die than stand out in the cold waiting for thousands of men who may or may not be my husband to get off a damn boat” Gabby groaned, running her hands over her baby bump. 

“I haven’t seen any flight suits walk off yet,” you peered through a pair of binoculars Rooster kept in the glove compartment, “once we see them we can head over”

“Ugh,” she exclaimed, “Fine, but I’m gonna complain the whole walk down, I hope you know”

“Oh Gabby…I know” you chuckled.

Coming down on long weekends was routine at this point. Gabby insisted on paying for your flights, you always refused, yet somehow a plane ticket always appeared in your phone wallet a couple days prior to each holiday weekend. This one was special though. Jake’s arrival coincided with MLK day, and you had come down as soon as possible to ensure you were there to welcome him home.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t petrified at the idea of seeing him again. Yes you were back together, and yes you had been talking on the phone every chance he had, but things still didn’t feel normal. His behavior still hurt and worried you, and even though he promised to never hurt you again, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would keep up the pattern when he got home. After all, college wasn’t over for another four months, and in the history of your relationship with Jake, long breaks in seeing each other hadn’t exactly been the healthiest in the past.

Gabby reclined against the headrest of the driver’s seat, “just wake me up when they’re here”

Chuckling, you agreed, and continued to peer through the binoculars as sailors and their luggage came down the carrier ramp.

After what felt like years, you finally spotted the green flight suits that you were oh so familiar with, and through the binoculars you could make out the faint details of mustaches on the faces of many of the aviators. 

“Gabby I see Rooster,” you squealed, moving a hand from the binoculars to wack her thigh.

“Hm?” She hummed, still asleep.

“Your husband is here bitch,” you said flatly, making her laugh.

“Ughhhh okay lets go get the idiots.” She said as she slid out the door of the bronco. You stored the binoculars before doing the same.

“This marks the end of our peace,” Gabby joked as you both walked from the parking lot to the greeting area, “and the end of my spending rampage”

“That’s the worst part huh,” you laughed

“You know it…let’s just hope he forgets to check his credit account when he gets home,” she inhaled, shaking her head.

As you made your way to the crowd of people greeting their family members, the anxiety about seeing Jake for the first time swelled. Gabby grabbed your hand, sensing your feelings, to let you know that she was there to support you. Taking a deep breath, you and Gabby scanned the incoming sailors for your men. Rooster was quick to spot you, you standing several inches taller than your friend, and a bright smile broke out on his face as he picked up speed to get to you two. 

“I see Rooster,” you said to Gabby, her face lighting up at the mention of his name

Seconds later Rooster broke through the crowd, his hair slicked back and his mustache freshly trimmed. He stopped a couple feet from Gabby, eyes scanning up and down her form, taking an extra second at her belly when he saw just how far along she was. Tears welled in his eyes as they met hers, which were now brimming with tears as well.

“Don’t just stand there pendejo,” her words quivered, “get over here”

Rooster rushed to embrace her, his bags dropping to the ground as his strong arms held his wife close, his calloused hands pulling her towards him from her lower back. You smiled at the couple as they embraced…despite how much they teased each other and complained, they loved each other more than words could ever describe, and they were gonna be great parents. 

Rooster came down to capture Gabby’s lips in a passionate kiss, which they remained in for an impressively long time without coming up for air. His hands ran all over her back, taking in every inch of his wife while pushing the appropriate boundaries of what he could touch in public.

Grinning at the happy couple who still had yet to let go of each other, you failed to notice the group of five other flight-suit-clad aviators who had appeared behind you. The sound of a man clearing his throat broke you from your trance. Turning around, you were greeted by Jake….and his new mustache.

Fuck he looked hot.

Tears sprang from your eyes instantly, your feet taking off running towards him before you could even command them to do so. You launched yourself into his arms, his hands scooping you up by your ass as your legs locked around his waist and your face nuzzled into his neck.

“Oh y/n,” he hummed into your hair, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’ve missed you darlin’” 

He rocked from side to side, his hands gripping your ass tighter the longer you held on. You couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing no matter how hard you protested. Finally lifting your head from the crook of his neck, you grasped the sides of his face with your hands.

“You have a mustache,” was all you could croak out. Jake laughed, his smile curling the ends of the facial hair, making you die a little inside.

“Yeah, doll, I do,” his accent sounded sweeter than you remembered, “you like it?”

“Fuck Jake,” you kissed him briefly, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss, “I love it”

“Come here,” he grumbled, pulling you down by the base of your neck to meet his lips, your mouths working together as you made out with him. Cheers erupted from the other aviators, who had, unbeknownst to you, been watching the whole ordeal unfold. 

“I missed you so much,” you cried to him as he set you down, enveloping you in his strong arms once your feet were on the ground.

“I know baby, I know. I missed you like crazy,” he kissed the top of your head, “I’m so sorry Y/n…for everything” he whispered into your ear.

You sighed, pulling away to look him in the eyes. He meant it, you could see that, “its okay. We’re okay, right?”

“You tell me, gorgeous, do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, Jake, I do.” You played with his mustache, making him smile.

“Alright y’all are making me sick,” Phoenix cut in, snaking an arm around you and pulling you away from Jake into a hug, “I missed you, girl”

“Missed you too Tash,” you hugged her, rubbing her back gently as she whispered how annoying Jake had been while you were broken up.

“Please never break up with him again, I already can’t stand his attitude, but its so much worse when he doesn’t have you” she smacked your shoulder, walking over to Gabby to give her a hug.

“Payback,” you said, turning your attention to the other aviators who were now talking to Jake.

“Y/L/n,” he said, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping aside so you could give Bob and Fanboy a quick hug as well. 

“Phoenix tells me my sweet Hangman here was extra annoying for you guys this trip,” you joked, smacking Jake on the chest as he welcomed you back into his embrace.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Rooster groaned, walking over to the group with Gabby under his arm, “you can’t ever give him the silent treatment again. Dear god-”

“We’d be at 20,000 feet and all you’d hear would be ‘do you guys think she’s really done with me’” Fanboy said in a high pitched voice, teasing Jake, making the other aviators laugh.

“Or he’d just sit there,” Payback interjected, already laughing, “in the mess hall, just stabbing his food over and over like he was in some drama movie”

“Bagman was in the dumps,” Bob quipped, making the group laugh harder.

You looked up to Jake, who was laughing along with them, his smile laced with hints of remorse and regret. You shook him a little in your embrace, drawing his attention to you.

“Don’t worry guys, I’m never letting him out of my sights ever again,” you said while looking directly at Jake, he smiled a thankful smile

“We’re all holding you to that, babe,” Phoenix said, slapping you on the back, “now who’s coming to the hard deck tonight?”

“All of us,” Gabby chimed in, “Rooster’s gonna be drinking for two,” she rubbed her baby bump.

The aviators cheered for Rooster and congratulated Gabby as you all walked back to the parking lot. Jake’s arm stayed tight around your shoulder, never letting you drift more than an inch from his side.

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[doisensei]

trans woman doi

what started as a fun headcanon became something that i truly do believe makes sense given doi's story!

edit: i made an updated version of this post here!

doi's design and personality changes over the course of the anime is interesting to me. from early seasons, they were leaning more into the boyish, older brotherly type, especially with his relationship with his students. modern doi, though, is a lot more gentle (though still with a temper) and his facial features have smoothed out a lot. i joke that estrogen did it's job, but i think it does say something about the intent of doi's character.

doi's past is, to put it simply, incredibly traumatic. it's a miracle that doi is as well adjusted as he is. both parents killed, later raised by priests, ????? (who KNOWS what happens during this time frame), nearly gets murdered but is saved by the yamadas, and then becomes a teacher! wow! that's a lot! let's unpack that.

given the historical period and just all the goes on in doi's life, doi gives me the vibe of "I’m probably a woman but i have a job in the sengoku period so idrc about that rn" which is like my favorite flavor of trans hc. doi's ultimate goal is to teach and protect his students; it takes precedence over everything else in his life. there's so much love in the way he teaches and scolds them! he wants them to do well so they will survive.

rikichi being key to doi realizing his talent for teaching makes me very emotional, but going into that is for another post! i think it says something that up to that point doi's life had been surrounded by death (all while following the words of his late father to not live for revenge), and i think it's the first time he's really able to stop and think about what he wants. at 19, he's finally able to be at peace and consider what the rest of his life will look like.

but it gets me thinking, what if what he wants isn't just to be a teacher? well, amako-sensei gives us many clues for that! going from being an older brother figure to rikichi, he continues that for kirimaru, and it may seem like that's where it ends, but... no!

introducing the tsudoi setting, post-canon talks from amako-sensei! for after the events of the manga, what does she have to say about doi's future? well.

he retires after the 1nen graduate. and he starts an orphanage and takes in rikichi's bastard child AAAAA AMAKO-SENSEI WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN.

so we have a pattern. doi finds joy out of raising children, but not his own. you would think that it would be easy enough for doi to settle down with a family and have biological children, but that's simply not what he wants in life! i've always found it curious that doi remains unmarried (though i wonder if it's to protect yumejoshi and fujoshi's hearts), but i'm choosing to interpret it as something deeper. unmarried at 25 is already unheard of, but continuing to be unmarried at an even older age is, like. hm. questionable.

i also find the line of "doi has a personality that really isn’t suited for a ninja" to be fun in the context of his gender. doi's pacificism has caused more problems than warranted, and his dedication to not taking lives is obviously a remnant of his father's last words, but it's also... very interesting in the strict definitions of what ninjas should be. they have to be brutal and willing to kill, not merciful. if doi is willing to break the conventions of being a ninja, maybe that says something about the way he sees his own gender identity, too.

crossdressing! a nintama staple. but how does doi respond to it? he, honestly, exhibits a lot of embarrassment that most of the cast simply doesn't have. to them, it's simply part of being a ninja, but doi in particular is usually ashamed or reserved about presenting as a woman, despite passing very easily.

i think that dressing femininely brings up a lot of unresolved feelings in him. confusion, longing, shame; because for everyone else, it's a disguise, just makeup and a pretty kosode, something to shed after the job is done, but what if, for doi, it's something that feels more comfortable than his own skin? it's important to note that once doi is forced out of his hesitance, he falls so easily into his female "persona" that it's hard to believe that it's something he doesn't enjoy doing.

i like to imagine a timeline where doi opens the orphanage in hanko's name (half to separate it from her life as a ninja and half to live as a woman) and happily raises orphans, safe and surrounded by love. it's what she deserves!

[hayheadd]

How would u represent the dogheads as warrior cats?

This is a hard one!

Now. I try to stray (bark) away from the canon of both pathologic and warrior cats as little as possible, within reason. It gets hard when pathologic's whole thing is mindfuck magic shenanigans and architecture, something that cats ... can actually do in warrior cats, they cat build to some extent and are smart. But making masks and theatre performances is something that cats usually don't do...

I have considered eeeveything to make it fit. I have considered things like the warrior cats pathologic happening like 2 km away from the actual real pathologic with the humans, I have considered the powers that be actually still being human children but they're just playing with their warriors ocs instead. Don't worry the first one is scrapped but the second... Mmmm... Anyways. It would make sense for say, Executors to have weird looking above average sized raven skulls and for Oyun to wear an actual bull skull since he's a big cat and being able to carry bones of an animal that weighs up to a ton all the time would be a testament to his strength. Tragedians though? Hm. Apparently in the lore of p1 Mark actually dug the masks up from the ground with them being relics of some sort of kin tradition, like the Executors being the birds of death. So that backs up the bull and the ravens, but what about the vaguely human mime mask? To be fair TO ME the game doesn't explain their lore either, so I can just say it stays a myyystery... But if you care, maybe the tragedian masks were something that the old cat kin made out of like, a big bone then cut holes in it. They still have the abattoir, and no, cats killing bulls isn't silly, cats canonically have GOD and they can ride trains and go to the mall (which happens in Tigerheart's and Riverstar's books, I may know my cat lore...) and also do surgery with fucking rocks

I have explained them having the polyhedron and cathedral and weapons applicable in gameplay (within reason). But dog heads are something that cats absolutely cannot make. A flower cloak, sure. A bone mask, whatever. They don't have plushies though. They can't stitch... They don't have cloth production. And I like to keep my pathologicisms recognisable. I put the outfit patterns on cat fur so you can take a look at it and definitively say, hey, that's mister Danny Dankovsky D. Diddles Dickhead right there. So making the dogheads completely unrecognisable would be very unfortunate. So after that pretty long ramble I am going to inform you that I am taking the easiest possible cop out! The heads are plushies that they have because they do. Because they have the plushies and there is not an issue. They tie it to themselves with grass for stability and there's stuffing spilling out which is very patholgicly. Here's a quick doodle on cat finch, that's the ginger kid who eats knives.

Or maybe I can use the elaborate web of cop outs that IPL have constructed for themselves. See, co-author, it makes sense because god is children and children are stupid. Actually no, this makes sense because this is a videogame! No this isn't a videogame, this is a theatre performance! Goodnight!!!

[thehandwixard]

yknow what ive realized is despite all my worldbuilding thoughts ive been taking the fuckin pollution/gunk itself for complete granted. i gotta change that. the buildup or lack of buildup of it in certain characters i think may be a huge indicator of... something. yknow? i forget if the purple guy, if they have the "pollution scoured" boss kill text like every other boss. i dont think you properly "kill" them. it also seems fairly consistent that gunked ppl dont leave bodies while ungunked ones do.. hm. a bit more spoilery below tha cut

i think maybe part of it is a horseshoe? the doom spiral of destruction versus the desperate fight against change? for the latter (and their specific trappings) i think it is only natural that the bleach and soap, despite being thought of by carcinia and camtscha to clear out the pollution, were pollution themselves. this would seem to imply that the pollution/gunk is more "natural" if we're speaking in dichotomy, but of course it isn't. the spiral flows ever onward..

but yeah like i loooove that we just dont know when kril started getting gunked in the unfathom it implies to me that one possible answer is its been building up for... a while. i think it could be a lot of things about his outlook causing it. there IS a deep sense of just.. wanting to refuse to care, in him, that i find interesting. he says to nemma at the top he just kind of stopped thinking of the enemy crabs as having been people, and nemma thinks that this is all that really seperates them from the enemy crabs. being able to tell the difference.

a sense of worthlessness, to it all.

speaking of, i got spoiled on firth having attack patterns from a funny google search and thought for Certain firth was gonna get gunked-

[isyourmechrunning]

◊ Good day to you, Vissily. We haven't spoken before; I'm known by callsign Khione. I've been searching this new stage for someone who may be able and willing to lend me assistance with a matter of some... hm. How best to explain.

◊ My mech Sleep for the Freezing is a peculiar design, by mosts measure. She's a horus frame known as the Banshee. She... she's done well by me over the years I've known her. By and large she has taken care of herself, but-

◊ Well, recently I've become independent of my prior contract. For the first time in a long tale, I am caring for her alone. I've become awfully aware of how far I fall short. I find myself struggling to identify what is issue, and what is simply her gentle hum. I would like to do right by her, despite my lacking skills regarding engineering and metalwork

◊ I've seen your excitement for the strange, looking back through the writings you've left. I am hoping you may be able, willing to help me learn how to care for my sweet, strange companion. I would of course be more than happy to compensate for your time, however you see fit.

◊ My priority is simply finding someone who will see the beauty in her oddities. She's very dear to me.

[ Khione // @umbrasnow ]

>>Oh! Hi Khione!! It's very nice to meet you :3

>>I've never worked on a Banshee before!! Honestly, contrary to what a lot of people believe, I don't work on paracausal stuff all that often. I worked on super old school tech and back-compatible IPS-N stuff for the longest time before I came into Union custody, and only then did I start getting into weird stuff. It makes a lot of sense to me, though! People talk about paracausality like it doesn't make any sense, but it does!! Just because it doesn't follow the usual rules doesn't mean there's no rules at all, and those rules tend to be pretty standard across most of the pattern groups.

>>I can definitely help you figure out your frame!! I've been told I'm a pretty good teacher, and I'd like to think I'm pretty qualified on these things. It's really just nice to have someone who cares for their frame this much, since a lot of people I know put their mechs and ships through the wringer just to haul it back to their mechanics like we're miracle workers. Printers can only do so much before it's easier to just print a whole new frame!!!

>>So, long story short, I'll absolutely help you out! You just gotta come to me. I'll send you the planet and the nearest docking port to my location, but I can't really leave where I'm at right now. I can still get visitors, though!! The quarantine isn't really that strict. It'll be very nice to meet new people! Although I will warn you, if Sleep for the Freezing has an NHP in it then it might not like me very much.

>>ALSO!!! For your troubles, let me grab you something from my workshop, uhhh.... HERE! A screw, three bolts, and a big piece of fabric that I think came off a Lich. It kinda phases in and out, seems like it takes whatever it touches with it, I tried to use it on Bughouse Brawl but it wasn't too happy and wherever it took us was cold and hostile BUT safe from bullets.

[volostogekiss]

you ever think about a cool rainy day spent inside with Volo and how nice it would be because I do a lot

yeah i do too T T i think of too many things about volo, and sadly none of them are real. here's one for all the volo thoughts that perpetually circulate through our volo brain cells everybody

to be soft with you (one-shot)

No warnings. GN!reader. Summary: You are far softer with him than he thinks you should be. Volo thinks he’ll always love you for that.

Plip! Shhh… Shh…

A coat of cool rain fans across the window in a brisk wave, altering the patterns of the rivers already coursing over the glass. You watch them absently, shifting slightly beneath your pile of sheets and cushions that nearly hide you and your futon completely. It’s warm—almost too pleasantly, almost unbelievably so—but you don’t think it’s because of the sweet-smelling blankets wrapped around you.

It’s him. It’s always him. It’s warm with him at your side.

Sitting just beside you, Volo has you tucked right up against him. You’re settled in the crook of his arm, your head laying on his shoulder. One of your hands dances lightly over his arm, while atop the blankets, your other hand is snug beneath his palm, so warm and perfect.

“Have you…”

Volo traces a finger over the back of your hand, the gentle motion mimicking his seemingly wandering thoughts. “…hm.”

It’s not often that Volo doesn’t finish his thought, lest it be to attend to a matter of research he’s yet to complete, and even then, he always tackles it with such fervor, rather than reluctance. And you can sense that he’s uncertain about saying anything more.

You wait a moment longer, let the rain speak what words he could not himself, but when he doesn’t elaborate any further, you turn your hand over, stopping the idle worrying of his fingers upon your skin. He stiffens beside you. In reassurance, you hum softly, threading your fingers between his.

“What is it, love? You had something on your mind.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you try to search his gaze for an answer, but he turns away.

“It’s nothing.”

You huff lightly, reaching out with the hand that had been resting on his arm. “It can’t be nothing when you look away from me like that, Volo.”

He sighs.

…You have an inkling about what might be on his mind.

After all the time you’d spent together, you’ve noticed that it’s when the rain falls, so melancholy and gray, that Volo’s demeanor tends to dim in the same way.

Smiling gently, you lean in toward him, your fingers ghosting along his jaw. “I love you.”

That gets him to glance back at you, his ashen gaze locking with yours as you behold him with such a soft smile. Surprise, anxiety, and hesitance flicker in his eye, but you meet him only with the sincerity of your affection. There is no doubt in your heart, in your eyes.

You pull yourself up, the blankets slipping from your figure as you press your lips to the corner of his, not allowing him a moment to question himself again.

As if that has convinced him, at least a little, Volo curls a hand around your waist and guides you onto his lap. When you pull back from his lips, but only enough so that you may still see the pink spreading across his cheeks, you whisper to him gently:

“We all have our moments when we don’t believe in ourselves.”

You draw closer again, place another kiss against his neck. “But I always will believe in you, my love.”

Volo sighs contentedly beneath your touch, the tension leaving his body as he finally relaxes, his fingers trailing upward to cup your cheek. He’s enamored with you. How you always are here for him, how you are willing to take him into your arms to assure him that he is worth your love. He knows he doesn’t need to say anything, when he sees how you’re looking at him now, but he can’t stop himself when you always vanquish his worries, remind him of how much he values your heart—

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Volo.”

Briefly, you see the widening smile on his lips before he leans in to kiss you, first, this time.

[caramelarchive2]

can iii.. be 🗯 anon?

strange request! but what about going thrifting with light? like his partner is a little less than rich, and they drag light along one of their thrifting trips. gn!reader please

(definitely NOT based on the fact i finally went thrifting again.. trust.)

Thrifting ╾ Light

You can ofc be 🗯️ anon! I was struggling a little with the "little less than rich," whether to interpret it as "few cents to spare" or "almost a millionaire"- I find this stuff difficult online- so I kinda didn't talk about reader's financial situation.

I do default to a gn reader for future reference, though I may accidentally include things more relatable to my experience of gender. I do proofread, so hopefully I avoid this usually!

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Light's really busy, honestly. He has to spend time being Kira, time placating Misa, time working at the Task Force, and already a lot of time with you.

Light likes that last one the most, but that doesn't mean he can spare enough time for a long trip, thrifting or otherwise.

But if he does have time, he'd be happy enough to come along if you wanted!

No need to drag him, Y/N...

I don't think Light has ever been thrifting himself. Actually I don't think he really buys much in general. Grocery shopping, occasionally new clothes.. I dunno I don't think Light buys a lot. Or maybe he does buy a fair bit, but it's all stuff he needs and uses... hm.

Anyway!

This whole thrifting thing is pretty new to him.

It does make sense to save money and participate in a circular economy, but he's surprised if you mention how fun it is to find surprising and unique little items. The hunt is not something Light gets until he thinks it over for a while.

And then he decides it sounds quite fun!

Light would probably try to trail you for a little while before wandering off to discover little treasures of him own.

"Hey, what do you think of this?" he asks every few minutes, about a suit with a polkadot pattern or a now out of print book or a statue of a garden elf. Grin and laugh and he'll smile back, happy to have participated in this thrifting trip of yours and found something interesting himself.

Light is also pleasantly surprised by the price at the end!

I think he's probably middle class or maybe upper middle class but there's no point in spending more than necessary.

That said, Light would probably still buy clothes at more retail chains, it's better for him to blend in and be relatable and likeable (he's so psychopath-core) and he doesn't like the idea of sharing pants with someone else. He's not a germophobe like L, but he smelt and saw some funny things on the clothes in the store...

Even so, he'd happily join you on thrifting trips in the future! Light does enjoy it, though he may not make the choice to go himself.

(he left with three bags full of Stuff.)

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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[dustyratt]

Hey I hope you’re doing okay! Ive been stalking your page for a while! I’m in the same process of making a visual novel! I was wondering how you do the AI+Sims 4 without it looking you know jacked up! Would love to know your progress!

Hold your hats everyone, i'll be explaining in details...

I was quite sceptical about AI previously. It felt like I'm being replaced with something monstrous, artificial - the imitation of life that's superior me on every single parameter. The sudden sting of a guilt for years of seemingly vain trials and tribulations. Was it all just for nothing? I believe everyone of us came to that question sooner or later. But here I stand telling you how to make a machine fulfill your demands.

First thing. The machine loves precise. From my personal experience, a better formed human wish grants a better machinery result. A less formed wish gives it a choice. Think beforehand, seek the patterns (keywords) that may help you sustain the artstyle throughout the workflow.

Tell the AI what it needs to do. Give it a reference image and explain how you want it to be changed. For example, I want this alien dude becoming a:

"A visually ominous face of an eyeless humanoid creature. This divine image, resembling a digitally rendered painting, showcases the ancient Egyptian god of chaos in detail: sharp chin and cheekbones, dark gray and beige skin, shimmering with pulsating rainbow hues, blood is visibly circulating under his translucent, cadaverous skin. His mouth with tightened teeth grins menacingly. The overall composition is dynamic and captivating, evoking a sense of fear, malevolent power and impending chaos". That will be my prompt. If you're lacking skills then put your hands on other's results, copy their prompts and reshape according to your needs.

Oh. Not so eyeless. Let's give it less of a free will shall we?

Better now! Sadly the eyes are in place, as you can see it is not perfect even with precise input. Now let's make about 5-10 generations with same settings. It may take time to pass a cooldown after you'll run out of tokens, so be patient. If you have absolutely no spare money to buy a decent amount of generations (or if the transactions themselves are banned in your country 👍) and your enthusiasm is on pathetically vigorous level join me on free trial option almost any of the AI sites provide. That is fair exchange - money or your time.

You get what I mean? It could be anything shaped into another anything. Put here your sim, order a nice shot - here you go! Make something out of nothing with the power of words. Make a human being... some kind of.

Hooray! Not only we have the result we craved for but a whole bunch of reusable high-quality textures of various nature.

Our next step: we go in a deep dark lair of creator's mind. Hm-m, I'd correct here and there, erased that part and attached that one... Now we play "compile your Frankenstein out of everything that is not in its place". Of course a machine is not yet on the level where there wouldn't be a possibility to distinct its presence. So to hide these little (big, actually) inconsistencies we use a power of photo editing. Grab your software. With the power given to you by the sense of vision eliminate the overgrowing fingers and fight back mutilated teeth clumps.

Meet my favourite one hundred percent AI generated method. Generate a simple low quality image free and effortlessly (I use Craiyon, the perfect weapon)

Let another AI add the details for you. Catches the concept just great. Though it does not mean no handiwork after.

You can stylize it even further. Here you can see AI generated monster dudes crispy pixelated after a luxurious tour into pixelart AI. Good thing for a pixel indie gamestyle.

So, that's it. The secret is basically in your own hands. Acknowledge the style of your game, follow it while generating contents and patch up the AI mistakes.

+ zero investments

+ compensation for a lack of skills / hardware

+ easy to use

- even more work than if you would do all the same without AI

- straight dependence on sites / chat-bots, etc.

- time consuming

- many limitations (forget this if you're not on a free subscription... wait a second that abolish the first plus too!)

Hope it was helpful!

[hiuythn]

Hi, how are you? If you don't mind me asking, what are your top 7 favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series/etc)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before...... Thanks....

hi! I'm doing great, thank you for asking! I haven't thought of a top 7 before so that's interesting to think about. hm...I guess it would probably be:

1. Haikyū!! (it's so simple but it's so good. I heard Furudate created it to get people into volleyball and I'm confident in saying that he succeeded. there's just something so refreshing about it, but underneath everything, it still manages to communicate a thoughtful message that where you are today is not where you'll be tomorrow, and that the journey brought on by your passion—while it may not get your end—still has meaning in its pursuit.)

2. The Husky and His White Cat Shizun by Meatbun doesn't Eat Meat (xianxia danmei. my god, I went into this novel thinking it was another low-hanging fruit enemies to lovers type bait where the ML is basically abusive and the MC is a weak backboned twink, but no. no the story had me screaming, sobbing, and begging the author to stop because it hurt too much. I was in tears and I was laughing and I was in love and I was praying for them to be happy so, so bad. it's actually insane. NOTHING will beat how Meatbun managed to make me reconcile Chu Wanning's cold exterior with his soft heart, and Mo Ran's past life with his current one. I was actually baffled by how many fucking revelations, foreshadowing, and plot twists (that made sense and didn't come out of left field entirely) this book managed to have. Meatbun expertly weaved humor, tragedy, horror, mystery and romance all into one misleadingly-packaged book and I feel delightfully bamboozled.)

3. Turning by 쿠유 (Korean historical bl novel. Still reading this one, but the deep unspoken trust the MC and ML have for each other is really awe-inspiring, and they're also very competent at what they do. The relationships with their subordinates and allies are also really heartwarming. The plot is sufficiently interesting as well, and not just something cobbled together to make the characters kiss lol—not that that's bad intrinsically, but it can get old after a while.)

4. Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rock Riordan (everyone knows this one. I love it because I grew up reading it, and then reading it to my sister out loud with the voices and everything. I love an MC that just consistently doesn't know what he's doing and yet sees things through to the end, and whose motto is just "fuck it, fuck this, and fuck you". and again Percy and Annabeth have that "bantering duo who trust and balance each other out and are also very, very good at what they do" type relationship that I'm such a sucker for.)

5. Bleach by Tite Kubo (one of the Big 3 manga serialized back then. I'm down bad for the art, he's one of my favourite mangaka in terms of art style, and also it's nostalgic. I grew up watching ichigo fight through impossible odds with just his "fuck you don't touch my people" mentality. are you starting to see a pattern with me and protective, headstrong MCs? the cast of side characters are all pretty memorable, despite its growing size down the line and again, i love their designs. I know people gripe a lot about the plot and continuity errors, but I enjoyed it regardless—except for the accursed ending and Epilogue Dad Haircut..)

6. Montmorency by Eleanor Updale (victorian crime fiction novel. I was sent this as compensation in, like, 5th grade when the Scholastic Fair delivered the wrong order to me. I didn't expect to like it but it was surprisingly a good standalone read. i used to reread it loads but it's been about a decade now so some details are blurry, but i am very fond of it still.)

7. A Quiet Place (horror movie, though for me it's less horror and more of a family-centric movie. I'm awful with horror, I'm such a wuss, but this movie was so good with its character dynamics and the ending was so fitting that I couldn't help but rewatch it and have it engrained in my head. I haven't watch the other movies in this series and tbh I fully believe the first movie is sufficient on its own, not to say the other suck, I just have no urge to watch them. this movie was such a palate cleanser for me in cinema.)

thank you for your ask, had a lot of fun coming up with this list!

[samuelroukin]

hm good point. there *should* be more gazsoap (not sure if any other ship would really count) and gaz in general ofc. imo it's a sign of being a good actor if you can appreciate someone's acting as reasonable for the character despite personal feelings for that character (graves being a dick vs warren not)

I think the graves + dubya connection for me is less "both texan" and more "almost comically jingoistically american" but being texan may play a part as well (in the case of bush, you gotta laugh or you'll cry)

I'm now imagining shepard giving graves some really motivating speech apropos of nothing on a golf course and ending it with "now watch this drive" (bush was a buffoon from the beginning and was elected *twice*)

so help me god i will write a fic with them as the focus one day!!

yeah i think the texas accent in general is like. ask any non-american to do an american accent and they'll go for either that new yawk lmao

and i'm sensing a pattern in electing buffoons (i can say that bc we had rutten for one thousand years)

[ribbongram]

Voice Drama:

Kizuna

???: Oh! You’re awake!

???: mmmn…? Who…?

???: Look at the screen! The screen!!

???: Ah…

???: There you go! I was wondering when you would be waking up, Kizuna!

Kizuna: That voice… you sound familiar…

???: Well then, allow me to introduce myself to jog your memory! My name is Jax, and I’ll be assisting you in your new job as the Warden of Ribbongram!

Kizuna: Warden… That’s right, I’m the Warden…

Jax: Correct!!

Kizuna: But, wait. I’m the Warden of Ribbongram, and…

Jax: and?

Kizuna: ….

Kizuna: That’s… all I remember…

Jax: Ahhh, that’s completely normal. Memory is a fickle thing here in Ribbongram. You’ll get used to it.

Kizuna: Telling me to get used to not knowing who I am outside of my job… What a scary idea.

Jax: Aww, come on!! You’ll remember in no time, I’m sure!! For now, how about you get up and meet me outside?

Kizuna: Where outside?

Jax: You’ll see. I’m hard to miss, Y’know.

Kizuna: Whatever you say…

Jax: Ah, so fast! Glad to see you have a sense of urgency!

Kizuna: I mean, yeah… I hope I wasn’t asleep for too long, especially if I was already on the clock.

Jax: Don’t sweat it!! You woke up at the perfect time. This gives me plenty of time to show you around and explain things to you.

Jax: The prison is quite small, so I’m not too worried about showing you around. The most important thing right now is introducing you to the prisoners.

Kizuna: The prisoners… how many are there?

Jax: Only six. That should be manageable for you, right?

Kizuna: Six… I guess?? Unless one of them is really bad…

Jax: Well then let me assure you, none of them should be that difficult to deal with!

Jax: Let’s go in order. First up, we have Prisoner 01, Nuimura Ena. I have the prisoner files here so that you can see for yourself what they look like.

Jax: The prisoner files contain basic information, but that’s it. If you want to know more about the individual prisoners, you’ll have to learn through interrogations.

Kizuna: Mm… They’re pretty.

Jax: Agreed! Though, judging by their expression, they seem quite mischievous, possibly even smug. They might give you a hard time.

Kizuna: So much for “manageable.”

Jax: As a warden, it can’t be helped that you’ll have to deal with some annoyances here and there!! Don’t let that discourage you!!

Kizuna: I’ll certainly do my best…

Jax: That’s the spirit!! Now, let’s move on.

Jax: Prisoner 02, Tomaya Mai. Isn’t he cute? Unlike 01, I think he’ll be quite easy to get along with!

Kizuna: Hm…

Jax: Eh? What’s wrong?

Kizuna: Nothing, just… A weird coincidence. Anyways, he’s only 16, so he should be relatively easy to take care of…

Jax: It should be like dealing with a younger brother! Next!

Jax: Prisoner 03, Kuroda Ayase. He’s not much older than 02, but he does seem to have more of an edge to him as a result. Shouldn’t be anything more than annoying, though.

Kizuna: Another one…?

Jax: Kizuna?

Kizuna: Nothing… I’m positive it’s just a coincidence. Nothing more than annoying, got it.

Jax: Right… Let’s keep moving.

Jax: Prisoner 04, Asano Eita. He’s the youngest prisoner, but he seems to be decently mature despite his age, so he shouldn’t be that hard to deal with!

Kizuna: Phew… It really was just a coincidence… Ah, well, his eyes…

Jax: What are you mumbling about? Kizuna? Kizuna!!

Kizuna: Ah, sorry, I swear I’m listening. I’m just… noticing a pattern is all.

Jax: Pattern? Well, then I guess you’re doing your job of observing them quite well…

Jax: Still, make sure you’re listening!! Don’t get lost in your thoughts!!

Kizuna: Yes, Mr. Jax.

Jax: Hey-! Oooo, actually, I kinda like that… refer to me as Mr. Jax from now on!

Kizuna: Won’t do.

Jax: So mean! Let’s just move on.

Jax: Prisoner 05, Geki Mashiro. She’s a university student, but… there isn’t much you can gather from her expression. She seems easy going though, so she shouldn’t cause any trouble at least.

Kizuna: Her too…? Hey, is this some kind of variety show or something?

Jax: What? I can assure you that this is not a variety show!!

Kizuna: Do you really think saying that will alleviate my suspicions?

Jax: Oh! What a big word you used! You sounded really cool just now, Kizuna!

Kizuna: It seems my wariness of the prisoners was misplaced. The only thing I should truly dread interacting with is you.

Jax: Haha, I’m just teasing you! Let’s finish the introductions now.

Jax: Prisoner 06, Kouma Aimi. A relatively young prisoner, and a pretty one at that! She seems to be the confident type, but also approachable. Kinda like a cool older sister; you know?

Kizuna: Alright, I can’t ignore it any longer.

Jax: Kizuna?

Kizuna: Surely you’ve noticed it too. What color is your fur?

Jax: Well… It’s kind of a pastel pink, right?

Kizuna: Right. What about my hair color?

Jax: It’s… also a pastel pink, but a little more red than mine-

Kizuna: Look at all the prisoners. What are their hair colors?

Jax: Um? Well, most of them are also pink, with the exception of 04, his is more-

Kizuna: Why is everyone in Ribbongram pink, Jax?

Jax: Ah, well-

Kizuna: Is this some kind of joke?

Jax: I can assure you, it’s not supposed to be-

Kizuna: Do you see some inherent evil in the color pink? Did your cat brothers bully you for having a different color of fur and locking up everyone with pink hair is your revenge? You should be the one behind bars, Jax.

Jax: What?? No!? Kizuna I assure you that is not the case-!!

Kizuna: I can’t believe I’ve been tricked so easily...! I trusted you, Jax…

Jax: Alright, that’s enough!! I need to explain what the voting means before we run out of time!! The prisoners are going to wake up at any moment, and if I don’t tell you what your options mean, then-!

[A Bell Rings.]

Jax: Ah…

Kizuna: Ah…?

Jax: Well… this is unfortunate.

Kizuna: What was that bell just now?

Jax: That was the prisoners wake up call… I fear my time to explain things has been cut short.

Kizuna: !? Wait, but-!

Jax: Oh what a shame! If only I had had enough time to explain everything that needed to be explained!

Jax: Oh wait, I did!! I did have enough time!! But I kept getting interrupted, and now the prisoners will be coming out of their cells any minute!! I hope you’re happy with your consequences!!

Kizuna: Ahhh… Whatever, I’m sure I’ll be fine… Voting can’t be that hard. Guilty or Innocent, right? I’ll learn about their crimes from the interrogations and decide what their punishment should be. Can’t be that hard.

[Footsteps echo as Kizuna begins to walk away]

Jax: You naive little-! Will you take this more seriously?? You don’t want to At least know what your voting options are??

Jax: Ahhh, why do I even bother? What an arrogant guard! You’ll have nobody but yourself to blame when things get complicated!!

Kizuna: Lala… I can’t hear you.

Jax: Honestly…! I hope they mature a little on the job… [Sigh] Well, I suppose there’s nothing I can do at this point but watch… Good luck, Kizuna.