#i need to make more devy stuff

[saxandviolins77]

curious, does devastator have any specific opinions about each of his components?? any special brand of disdain for each or does he just not care about them as individuals enough to feel anything but blanket contempt?

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Ow, I wish I had something more interesting/funnier to say about this.

Like, the idea of Devastator being annoyingly nitpicky about his components' many flaws and habits is incredibly funny to me, but that would obliterate the themes I'm working on.

As of now, Devastator hates the arrangement of being the secondary form forced to be used instead of enjoying his existence, while his components get to have all the glory and all the time in the world for their mundane, irrelevant blips of lives. He's incapable of seeing them as people. Maybe one day they were, but after becoming him, they are just components; any thought they have is his, any personality trait is a worse, incomplete version of his personality, their memories from before they became him are irrelevant, and their problems are none of his concern.

I don't think there's something that pisses him off more than a person referring to him with the name of one of his components, like, HE can't even tell them apart or remember their names! Who tf is Scrapper???

[randomshyperson]

Teddy Pickers - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: In the rare quiet time in the lives of fugitives, you and Wanda play a game of questions. It's like that old saying: There's always a peaceful period before the storm. Or could it be that this time, the storm has already passed?

Warnings: (+18), soft and almost entirely a smut chapter, making out, dirty talking but they are actually just playful and dorky with each other, more shapeshifting stuff, hints of PTSD and trauma talk, some self-doubt from both, mainly fluff and hurt/comfort | Words: 4.845k

A/N-> So I had two chapters ready but I hated them. I had to rewrite the whole thing because I was unsure where to take this story. I'm all on my supercorp era again and I was taking this to a very angsty line and I don't want that. So I changed and gave them peace and quiet instead. Also, I can't wait to write jealous hormonal mess Wanda in the next chapters! A good reading for you all!

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You woke up to her nightmares.

Still groggy from sleep, you rubbed your eyes and forced your body to react to the figure murmuring softly beside you, her face contorted in discomfort. At some point during the night, Wanda let go of you, snatched almost the entire comforter, and then began to dream.

And apparently, it wasn't a good one. It surprised you a little that you were affected by it, but you made a mental note of Wanda's impressive ability to emit a magical aura even in her sleep. That might explain why her room was set apart from the others in the tower.

Your touch was gentle on her face, and you called her softly until you woke her up. Wanda jumped a little, opening red, frightened irises until she realized she was just having a bad dream. She barely recognized your presence, and already pressed her face into your collarbone, breathing deeply against your skin.

"Are you all right, my love?" You asked after a moment, stroking her hair as her breathing returned to normal.

Wanda sniffled, and your heart broke. Your reaction was to look for her eyes, to reassure her, but she wrapped her arms tightly around you and wouldn't let you move away.

You sighed before adding: "It was just a bad dream, my little witch."

But Wanda sniffles again, this time pressing her face into your chest so that she can speak.

"It wasn't just a dream." She mumbles upset. "I was remembering... Pietro."

A lump forms in your throat. You swallow. "Oh, Wanda... I'm so sorry."

"It's all right." She hits back immediately, without moving a muscle. She continues to hold you as if she feels you'll disappear if she lets go. "It's been a while since I thought about that day. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"You certainly shouldn't worry about how I'm going to feel about this." You retort firmly. "He's your brother. You can cry all you want. I'll be here to hold you."

The words make her shift immediately and press her face against your body where you can feel new tears wetting your pajamas. But Wanda doesn't cry for long - she falls asleep again, her limbs locked tightly around you, and even though the position gets a little uncomfortable after a while, you don't have the heart to push her away. Especially since, after a while, her nightmares return and the magical aura is strong enough for the memories of the past to shine through your eyes.

You sigh, adjusting yourself to kiss the top of her head and settling her so that she's completely asleep on your body - which changes a little, growing just enough for Wanda to have all the soft hold she needs. She smiles unconsciously, tightening her embrace before falling back into a deep sleep. With the softness of her expression, you are reassured to know that the nightmares are gone, at least for the moment.

You try to fall asleep, but your ear picks up the soft vibration of your work cell phone in your jacket pocket hanging from the chair in the bedroom. Your body tenses during every ring, until it finally relaxes when the device goes silent. 

Work is calling, you know. Just as you know you can't run away forever.

Hours later when you wake again, it’s for rays of sunshine slipping the curtains and chaste kisses on your collarbone. You smile immediately.

"Morning, little witch." Your sleepy voice makes Wanda raise her eyes to you, her lips never leaving your skin. The soft scratch of her nails on your stomach makes your muscles twitch. "You're up to mischief, I see."

Your teasing makes her chuckle hoarsely, her hands climbing further up your pajama top and exposing your torso almost completely.

But instead of starting another trail of kisses, she sat up straight against your hip and waited for you to open your eyes.

"You change in your sleep." She declares as you stare at her, still awake. "Did you know that?"

You nod, and Wanda raises a curious eyebrow. She has a joke on the tip of her tongue about how the hell you knew something if you were asleep when you explain; 

"I used to be monitored twenty-four hours a day when I was a child. To prevent any minor detail from slipping through the records and interfering with the research."

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, absorbing your confession for a second. She could count on her fingers the few times you had mentioned some random detail about your life before, and it took her by surprise. Almost everything she knew came from the Avengers' archives and carried technical and military analysis. She heard very little from your mouth.

"You never talk about your past." That's what she manages to answer because it's a fact. 

You offer her a small smile, your hands moving to reach her thighs on either side of your hips. 

"What would you like to know?"

Wanda sighs, her hands resting on your shoulders. "I'll listen to anything you want to tell me."

Your smile is tender, almost shy. Wanda likes it when she makes you blush, especially since you have the ability to conceal these reactions from her, changing and commanding your body according to your wishes. Even though you don't do it so often because you trust her.

What a thing. One of the world's greatest criminals blindly trusting an Avenger. She could actually feel very cocky about it.

"I have an idea." You then declare, your fingers playing with the edges of her shorts. Wanda stares at you expectantly, but you almost lose your train of thought at how deliciously beautiful she now looks. The slightly tousled hair, and well, the legs around you, and eyes that beg for everything but conversation. "Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?"

"A game of questions, of course." You retort good-humoredly, adjusting yourself a little to sit up straight. Wanda lets her hands fall to your lap. "Two truths and a lie. Traumatic childhood edition."

Wanda lets out a giggle, pinching you gently for the derogatory joke. You just smile at her, almost completely distracted by the sound of her laughter and the comforting feeling that moment brings to your chest.

"I've never played that one." She says after a moment. "What are the rules?"

"It's very simple. Each person states three facts, but one of them is false. You have to find out which one. The winner is whoever gets it right the most times, although I've just realized that playing something like that with a telepath isn't very fair." Wanda slaps you in a joking manner at the insinuation that she was going to cheat, getting a chuckle from you.

"I'll start then." She then states, assuming a thoughtful expression for a moment. You bite the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to kiss her cute face and pay attention to the game. "With respect to the theme you've chosen, I grew up in a two-room apartment in the Sokovian countryside. When I was little, I could play the piano. And... I love to cook."

You hum thoughtfully, loosening your grip so that one of your hands goes to your chin. The whole theatrical expression makes Wanda giggle, her cheeks flushing with the way her stomach feels full of butterflies. 

"I say the first one's a lie."

She raises an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"

Your expression changes to one of almost conviction. "Because you grew up in Novi Grad, the Sokovian capital, and not in the countryside. And I have to say, it's very bold of you to assume that I haven't done my homework on you, Wanda Maximoff."

Wanda feels a wave of warmth hit her body and spread with your words. Or perhaps, the way your eyes shine in a way that hides meaning. She allows herself to imagine for a moment your figure in the same clothes you wore when she first met you, frantically going through files at night to learn everything you could learn about her.

It reminds her a little of herself, days after your first encounter, how even though Wanda tried to be as secretive as possible, casually asking about missions in which you faced the Avengers, or reviewing mission files on the pretext that she was studying, Natasha realized what she was doing right away.

Clearing her throat, Wanda looked down, a little embarrassed. "I did the same. With-for you, I mean."

 You smiled, looking at her with an almost impressed expression. "Oh, really? I'm flattered."

"Shut up." She giggles shyly in response, but you, despite chuckling too, insist more firmly;

"No, really. I think it’s quite romantic."

Wanda frowns slightly. "What, being obsessed with each other?"

"Yes." 

"You have problems." She retorts in a false seriousness that makes you smile before Wanda swallows dryly at the way your gaze is focused intensely in her direction. The tension that rises is almost too much for her to be able to say anything else. Yet, she tries with a husky voice. "You got it right. The game, I say."

You nod, smiling. Your open palms on her thighs go up inside her shorts, and Wanda holds her breath for a second. But they only serve to make a gentle lever and pull Wanda closer by her ass, and she bites her lips at the new position, very aware of the warmth on her cheeks and neck.

"My three facts are as follows, Maximoff." You begin, your dark gaze on her previously bitten lips for a moment before focusing on her eyes again. "I was a laboratory experiment all through my childhood. I really like you." Wanda smiles, scrunching her nose adorably. You get momentarily distracted, gaze falling to her lips again. She catches your eyes, a smirk cracking on her mouth when she leans in, subtly asking you to break the distance. End the game. When you manage to talk again, your voice is barely a whisper; “I’m allergic to peanuts.”

She chuckles, arms interlocking behind your head. Wanda mutters a joke, something about keeping an eye for the food, but you firm your hands on her thighs and bring her closer to press your mouths together. It’s a hot kiss - charged with all of your naughty intentions. She lets out a soft moan when your tongue slides on hers, slow and sensual. But suddenly, Wanda breaks the kiss with flushed cheeks and a curious gaze on her eyes.

“Wait!” She asks breathlessly, to which you stare equally affected but expectant. “Your file did have peanuts listed as allergy.”

Damn, you thought you could win that one. A little grin starts to form on your lips, but Wanda narrows her eyes in your direction.

“Someone really did her homework on me, I see.” You tease, leaning in to go back to kissing her, but she evades your attempt, eyes shining a little dangerously.

“If the food was not the lie, and I know for a fact that you were an experience most of your life… Then the lie-” You wanted to laugh at the hidden panic hidden behind her eyes. Honestly, this woman.

What was she even thinking? That you would let her down in some game while having her on your lap? Hours after telling her that you love her?

It should be a hint enough that you’re smiling, for Wanda to realize there’s a joke there. But somehow, she grows more insecure. Her eyes flash red for a moment before and it’s a clear warning.

You just chuckle. “It’s all about semantics, darling.” You explain because it looks like Wanda might cut your head off if you don’t clarify exactly what lie you told. “I don’t just like you. We’re not in middle school. I love you, remember?”

The tension visually leaves her shoulders, but something else happens. Her cheeks and ears grow hotter and Wanda is once more a flustered mess, feeling pretty much like a shy middle schooler because you’re talking about feelings.

You think she’s beautiful, so you tell her that too. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She giggles coyly, kissing you because that’s all she can do without making a fool of herself. Well, if you keep rubbing her thighs under her shorts like that, she’ll probably make a fool of herself anyway, considering how she gets patheticly overwhelmed whenever you touch her.

For a while, you just made out. Slowly and passionately with wandering hands and panting kisses. It’s just nice to feel each other, to hold each other. It’s also very hot to feel Wanda rubbing herself on your lap until the soft friction is not enough.

She bites your lip when that happens, her hips more impatient and frantic against your thigh. All you can do in return is firm your hands on her waist, helping her get what she wants, what she needs. And Wanda stops kissing you because all she can do is moan in return for the time being, quite aware of the wetness dripping down her shorts.

She starts whining into your mouth when she’s close, and it’s too much for you - How can Wanda expects you not to fuck her properly when she’s doing that? - Your hands flip her over in a heartbeat. She barely has time to protest for the interruption of her previous, and desperate motions, when you’re all over her. Groping your way into her clothes, tearing it apart, and taking more eager sounds from her throat.

And Wanda, she’s such a tease. Dark dilated eyes shining with mischief and begging you to just fuck her. The way she lets you strip her out of her clothes, and how she slightly opens her legs, rubbing her ankles behind your kees, inviting you to just-

“Fuck.” You pant for the image in front of you. Wanda bites her lips, one of her hands finding its way to her soft breasts, fingers teasing the hard nipple like she doesn’t mind the slightest that you could lose your sanity to such a sinful gesture.

But Wanda is getting impatient too. The hot knot on her belly is making her dizzy. You’re making her dizzy.

“Need you so bad, detka.” She meowed, her hips arching into the air, allowing you a clear view of her drenched pussy. You can see how wet she is, smell it, yet, a true confirmation only comes when you use one of your hands to press her back into the bed while your free fingers find her warm entrance. Wanda cries out when you enter her, but she’s so hot and so tight, that you have to pull out before pushing two fingers in again and again, stretching her out while she struggles to breathe. Her thigh muscles twitch when your thumb finds her clit, every drawn circle against the hardened bud rips a new throaty moan out of her. 

When she’s close again, impossibly tightly against your fingertips, throbbing, you hum pleasantly, your free hand gripping her waist to take control of her uncoordinated movements. Wanda cries out when you force her into your fingers, reaching deeper now and too good for her to hold back, so the hot knot on her belly explodes without warning and she arches her back, twitching and choking on a moan before going limb on the mattress. You keep fingering her gently, prolonging her orgasm until she complains about the overstimulation with a tug on your wrist. 

You pull your fingers out but not kiss her as she would wish - Instead, you lean down and her dizzy expression falters into a gasp when your mouth finds her cunt, tongue licking every drop of cum you just manage to get. Her natural reaction is to back away, she’s sensitive. But you grab her thighs, find your place between her legs, and start to eat her out like you’re starving. 

“Oh God…fuck-” Her choked moaning mixing in English and Sokovian is music to your ears. Her eyes close on instic, because it’s too much and somehow not enough - Your tongue is teasing her, playing with her clit but not using the necessary pressure she needs. She just came and you barely started and Wanda is ready for more, painting for more.  One of her hands finds your hair, a strong grip that works like a warning. Yet, she says or at least tries to, since it sounds a lot more like a whine than anything else: “Stop teasing.”

To be fair, she could probably ask you anything at any time, especially now. While dripping so sweetly into your tongue, clenching and begging for more. You hum accordingly, ending your tease when sucking on her clit. Wanda screams. Loud enough for other people to hear, that’s for sure, but none of you cares about that. Not now, probably not never.

She can’t hold longer after that, not when you’re doing everything to get another climax out of her, fingers finding her pussy again to help your tongue. It’s so messy and sloppy and nearly desperate. Your own underwear has been bothering you for a while now and Wanda crying out your name is definitely not helping with that.

It’s not a surprise that when she comes, the room shudders a little. Wanda’s not being careful, she’s too gone for that now. Little were the times when she didn’t, couldn’t, hold back herself, her magic. The energy flows to her veins like the heat spreading under her skin when she orgasms and it’s breathtaking and overwhelming and she’s coming so hard that she can’t hold anything back. A wave of warm magic explodes around, her red irises open like her mouth in a silent scream, and it’s beautiful. Wanda is perfect, and she’s all yours. 

She only realizes she ripped the sheets when you move back to her and the bed makes a noise that forces her to notice the room. Such a mess she made. Someone will have to pay for bedroom fixing.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you witchy?” You tease fondly about the whole setting, the new crack on the window, the little sparks of her magic that still flow around. Wanda sighs satisfied, her hands finding your face when you’re close enough. When she kisses you, her taste is there and she can only moan at the dirty of that act, how you suck her tongue like you’ve sucked her clit a few minutes ago. 

Wanda doesn’t break the kiss to move her hands lower, groping your still-dressed figure and only now realizing how that is actually torturous.

“Hmm, I’ve been so selfish, milyy (darling). You must be needing me as well.” She mutters between one kiss and another, and you’re almost so distracted by her new dominance over you that you barely notice her hands. Barely. You follow her lead, resting your back on the bed so Wanda can hover over your body. Her fingers move under your shirt, scratching the skin and giving her a nice time feeling you twitch. The way she looks at you is also a lot to handle without shaking.

Suddenly, Wanda pants, eyes diverting to your chest. “Oh, hello you two”. She doesn’t mind your shyness, shamelessly groping your boobs under your shirt. “I missed those.”

You chuckle out of breath, pulling your shirt off while Wanda just stares and plays with them. “I can’t believe you just talked to my boobs.”

She squeezes, pulling the tip until it’s hard under her touch. You bite your lips, to keep your sound under control but you can feel a new wave of warm wetness spreading towards your lower belly. 

“Well, I’ve missed them. It’s been a while, since, you know, you actually had those two.” She so casually talking about it, it’s not that you mind that, but she’s also touching and squeezing them and you’re way too horny to have a conversation.

With very warm cheeks, you try to anyway; “Hm, they usually stay in the way of the job.” Wanda leans down, forcing her head between your breasts, muttering something like so soft and she’s such a dork that you have to chuckle. “It’s just extra work to find the right clothes and then changing every time I need a new face and matching body.”

Despite her clearly interest in your chest, Wanda is listening as she lets you know with a hum of knowledge. But then her mouth envelops one of them and it’s just too much for you to focus on anything else but the feeling of her tongue. You pant to the ceiling, shaky fingers gripping her hair, telling her to keep going but Wanda is such a teasing brat. There’s a small ‘pop’ sound when her mouth lets go, and a trace of saliva still connects your nipple to her lips before Wanda goes for the other one. You squirm a little under her, blushing intensely because she’s such a tease and apparently wants you to beg for it. 

She takes no pity on the ache between your legs; When her mouth leaves your breast again, she has this mischievous sparkle in her eyes that makes you gulp.

“I think I’m a little obsessed with them.” She tells you, giving your tits another squeeze, a little harder this time.

You gasp. “You think?”

“Huh-huh.” She replies, nodding. “You had it on your first night together. Then never again until today. It’s because you miss me sucking them, malysh (baby)?”

You roll your eyes at the words, teasing words evidently. The little cocky smirk that almost makes you go back to being the one in charge. To be completely honest, Wanda was always the one in charge. Even when she allows you to be on top. 

“You’re mistaken, Maximoff.” You retort her while giving her a gentle tug on her thighs, to bring her closer because you really need some kind of pressure between your legs. Wanda doesn’t have to be a mind reader to get the hint - Her knee finds your middle as she straddles your thigh, and she doesn't mind hiding her grin at how you let out an affected sigh at that. “I also had them when I first met you.”

She frowns a little, scrunching her nose in a thoughtful way. You are about to clarify when her knee moves away for her hand to take the spot. And well, you can’t think of saying anything, coherent at least, with Wanda finger’s filling you up so nicely. She seems to be enjoying herself as well - Watching attentively at every strangled noise that escapes you with the consistent pace inside you.

But suddenly as if remembering your previous words, she gaps: “Oh my god, you’re right!” She says, somehow her excitement brings her deeper inside of you. All you can give her as a response is a whine. “You were pretending to be one of the gala’s hosts right? The.. damn, i can’t remember his name-”

“W-wanda..” You meowls, the heat is too much. The way she just keeps pumping in and out of you, and talking about something else as if turning you into a whining mess is nothing, actually makes you throb. 

Wanda just smiles, ignoring your protest to the conversation and quite satisfied with the growing wetness she can feel on her fingertips. “Oh, I remember it now. The host only had daughters, so you did your part. Also one of the few times I saw you in a dress, baby. And what a view that was.” She leans in, whispering soft praises into your ear while you struggle to breathe. It takes you over the edge quickly, and Wanda is rewarded with the sweetest whimper once the knot in your belly explodes - One of your hands grabs her wrist, to keep her there as if she ever thought of leaving. Your hips jerk a few times as you ride the last waves of your climax and Wanda watches all of it, as breathless as you, truly mesmerized by the scene.

When you can breathe again, there are green irises staring at you with adoration. “Hi.”

“Hi you.” It’s your tender reply, and when Wanda leans in to kiss your lips, she can feel your smile. One of your hands moves to her face, gently caressing her skin. Once the kiss is broken, you talk first. “I love you, Wanda.”

You sound so vulnerable, so true, that she swallows. Her gaze focused on your eyes. It’s almost like there’s more to add, at the same time, as if the confession meant even more than just caring about someone. Wanda remembers the first time you said, how you mentioned that she was the first person you ever said that to, and somehow she understands it that it meant that you trusted her very deeply. She bites her lips, withdrawing her fingers from you. She doesn’t miss the soft sigh that escapes you, but she says nothing to that. Wanda is busy taking your wetness to her mouth and sucking her fingers clean. The image is enough to bring not only a strong color to your cheeks but a dark shine to your eyes.

You are ready to break the distance again when knocks on the door break the bubble you two are in completely.

And Captain Rogers's voice from the outside of the room kind of breaks the mood entirely. 

“Hello? I’m… sorry to interrupt. I just need a word. With everyone. Please, huh, join us downstairs?” You and Wanda hide your giggles - The Captain was obviously flustered to call you two, especially judging by the noises Wanda didn’t mind to restrain, probably everybody knew what you two were up to. And it was definitely Natasha’s idea that he was the one who called; the widow was having some fun with her friend's clumsiness.

Wanda cleared her throat, unwillingly taking her attention from you to the door. “We’ll be right out, Steve.”

Once the sound of his footsteps became more distant, Wanda kissed you again. She seemed determined not to move away from you.

-&-

Sergeant Barnes was in Wakanda, undergoing recovery.

When Steve mentioned the country, he looked directly at you, and that was enough for you to know that whatever the king had told him about your adventures there, the captain was on the monarch's side. Not that it mattered all that much.

Consciously or not, while Steve was updating the team, you discreetly scratched the scar you received the last time you were there. If you concentrated, you could remember exactly how painful it was to receive the Wakandian words for thief on your skin.

And seeing the heroes of Earth around you, with inside jokes and personal stories, made you feel very out of place. As if they too could see the scar, even if it was covered by an oversized sweatshirt now.

You swallowed dry and took advantage of the fact that Natasha was finally telling everyone what had kept her busy for the first few weeks on the run, to slip away towards a snack machine.

Wanda followed you with her eyes, aware of all your reactions to the conversations. She just wanted you to feel at ease with the others too, but she knew the opposite feeling well. She was once new to the presence of the Avengers, and they could be rather intimidating. Even the friendliest of them. Maybe it was a superhero thing.

You were deciding between the first and third row when Natasha caught Wanda's eye again. She wanted the witch to be paying attention to the conversation, it seemed important.

The widow took a deep breath. "I never told any of you this, because I thought it was in the past. But... I have a sister. Her name is Yelena Belova and-"

But the news and the shock had to be left for later. A bang from the other side of the common area interrupted Nat's story, and the whole team stood up.

You had just shoved a person hard enough to break the glass of the snack machine. But the attacker's exclamation of pain made you let go immediately.

The masked figure pushed you back harshly, but you laughed in amazement. 

"You weren't supposed to make a scene, you idiot." Complained the woman, massaging her sore shoulder due to the impact. She barely had time to regain her balance and half the Avengers were in fighting position, one particular witch making her take a step back, hiding in your protection.

You acted quickly, gesturing to the heroes to stand down, before throwing one of your arms under the smaller one shoulder.

"Relax, everything's fine!" You declared happily. You tugged at the combat mask she was wearing, revealing the unknown woman's face, which caused her to elbow you, which you ignored. "Meet Layla El-Faouly, my business partner."

The curly-haired woman forced a smile and waved. Wanda was the last of the team to drop her attack position.

-&-

A/F/N-> If you haven't watched Moonknight, please do. Layla El-Faouly is simply incredible. I can't give away too many spoilers for those who haven't seen it, but she's also a thief and a really skilled one. It would be a waste to have an international thief reader who didn't know her.

[letters-from-ikemen]

A Letter On A Book After A Long Day’s Work

Oi Devi,

Back in my study again ‘though I toldja to stay out when I ain’t around, arentcha? What? Thought I wouldn’t find out?

Ha, ya can’t keep anythin’ from me. I know ya always go to my study after a long day’s work. Heard that it’s soothin’ to ya or somethin’ like that. Miss me that much, huh?

Well, it’d be more suspicious if ya were actually doin’ whatcha were told ‘n restin’ in yer room, so do as ya please. Just be sure thatcha don’t make a mess of things. Sit there quietly ‘n read the book that’s under the letter. It’s the one I saw ya eyein’ at the bookstore the other day.

Dunno why ya didn’t get it. Don’t hard workers deserve to get the things they want?

Missions at night, typin’ up reports during the day, helpin’ the castle maids when ya don’t need to, dog sittin’ that quack’s furball, ‘n goin’ along with that ol’ man’s bakin’ antics. Least ya could do reap the rewards of yer labor. Guess I’ll just hafta start snatchin’ up stuff ya let slip through yer fingers.

Ain’t I a dotin’ boyfriend? So, read yer story ‘bout that dumb moon princess, ‘n relax. I’ll be back soon.

P.S. I expect a report ‘bout the book on my desk by the 13th. Ain’t got time to read it myself, so provide me proper notes or ya know what’ll happen. What, didja think there wouldn’t be any consequences ‘bout sneakin’ in here when I toldja not to?

Yours, 

A letter for @x-daedalus-x. Thank you for the request! About This Blog || Request Rules

[animation-is-my-jam]

Since Tobey and Becky are both insanely smart I totally visualize them competing with each other and forming an academic rivalry as they try to surpass one another. Kind of like Ben and Devi from Never Have I Ever. Which follows into highschool as they both battle for who will win valedictorian. Which ironically I can totally see someone else like Violet winning just to annoy the both of them like when they ran for class president.

Their competitiveness is something I feel like will never change. Of course, it won't be so motivated by mutual distain for one another, as maybe that's their weird flirting language, but i can see in high school, where they are friends that they would academically duke it out for valedictorian but all they do is just make themselves school stressed...my dummy children. Aside from them, I can also see Victoria at first, also going for it, but I think during the whole rebellious arc she needs to have in high school she formally drops out to spite her parents. No one else dares to get in between Tobey and Becky with their competition. And yes, damn, it would be funny af if Violet won against them again, but as much narrative completion that would give, Violet is not the type to throw herself into academics and she'll win a popularity contest anyday like prom queen and more class presidents, but not something like the more studious part of school. Heck, in her more important years of her grades, she's probably more concerned with hosting events or volunteering (which yes helps a lot with qualifications of a valedictorian)...but it's Violet. She has a permanent C in any biology classes after the frog dissecting fiasco of her sophomore year... and she has to first save a tree before going to class.

So, who would win Valedictorian in the end? That's dependent, but to me, I just feel like Violet wouldn't snipe it (even if that goes against my writing code of, if it's fucking hilarious it's the correct decision).

However, I think I've written before on my reasoning for Becky, ultimately taking it, but I'm too lazy to paraphrase it. But just know that senior year is the year in my writing at least where I decided to put Tobey through the ringer of everything and so he's more distracted by a lot of factors compared to Becky, who is also dealing with stuff but not Tobey level of pain. He would be happy for her, and hey, he's still salutatorian. Who needs prom kind and queen when that's the real pedestal he would imagine being beside her with. (These nerds 💀)

Thx so much for the ask!!! Yay!!!

[catty-words]

the way devi engages with her heritage is an important part of the text because anything that helps make up devi's identity - or crisis of the same - enhances the bildungsroman nature of the story. it's also hugely important for the way it establishes the tension in devi and nalini's relationship.

from the very first scene, mother and daughter are at odds over the value of being indian. devi is praying to their gods, sure, but she's asking for a more classic american teen high school experience. she wants to go to parties and have boyfriends but less body hair. she eats meat with abandon.

(sidebar, but i've always found this quiet, subtle bit of storytelling fascinating -

nalini and mohan are clearly at odds, too, about how heritage should fit into devi's upbringing. mohan feels a certain amount of pride/amusement/affection over devi being all-american, yet nalini disapproves and is even disgusted that this bit of ingrained respect for animals is being violated by her family.)

devi's textbook, then, is imbued with narrative significance where this through line is concerned by the following exchange:

nalini: devi, are you still praying? our gods have other stuff to do, you know?

devi: i was about to ask for good grades.

nalini: now, grab your textbooks. we need to go.

nalini: devi, that textbook has been blessed. if it touches the ground, i have to take it back to the priest. i don't have time to go to rancho cucamonga today!

it wouldn't be apparent to first-time viewers, necessarily, but there's a frustration at the lack of responsibility here that becomes indicative of their season one dynamic, right? nalini wants devi to take praying seriously, she wants her to take the blessed textbook seriously, and she doesn't have the capacity to patiently guide devi toward valuing that seriousness. she herself is grieving and working a demanding job that supports her family and expending more time than she really has to assert the importance of their culture's rituals on devi's life has put a strain on their relationship.

of course, on devi's side of things, she feels this pressure from her mom and the pressure to be accepted by her peers as diametrically opposed forces in her life. being indian only ever alienates devi from american normality, which is why kamala straddling both worlds with what devi perceives as effortlessness gets under her skin so easily.

the show further weaves these threads together - nalini's desire for devi to have a closeness with and respect for her culture and devi's tetchiness over letting her mom down being at odds with her need to be seen as normal - using the textbook in the following dialogue.

devi: how long is kamala gonna stay with us?

nalini: as long as it takes for her to finish her studies. why?

devi: she's just so... [with embarrassment and mild disgust] indian.

devi: like, the other day, she said she was gonna open the tv instead of turn on the tv.

nalini: devi, she is family. she's bettering her life, you could actually learn a little bit from her.

the way devi handles the blessed textbook symbolizes a disconnect with their culture for nalini, and nalini's focus on how it nearly touched the ground even though it didn't symbolizes an impossible standard she'll never be able to meet for devi.

it's obviously significant, then, that at the emotional climax of the episode, devi flings the textbook out of her window.

she's been made to feel fragile by her closest friends who, let's be real, devi was taking comfort in being cooler/more normal than up until the moment she finds out about eleanor's boyfriend. stressed about the way this sets back her misguided plan to paint over her grief with a shiny coat of popularity, devi lashes out at the symbol of these conflicting pressures on her life. she's never more at a loss about her own identity than when she smashes the window with the blessed textbook and lets it hit the ground.

but you know what? that complete lack of control motivates devi to seek out an actually healthy outlet for her emotions, i.e. a talk with her therapist. devi starts rebuilding herself immediately, and that tenacity and strength of spirit is something nalini will acknowledge as a pillar of her daughter's identity when standing up to rhyah two seasons from now.

[skygodtraumabond]

((CW PREDATORY BEHAVIOR))

((yeah sorry I have to be the one to make this post but I saw some shit a minute ago that I need to fucking address))

((to all the minors reading this post, let me make something 1000% clear:

If an adult wants to do even mildly sexual roleplay with you and insists that they'll "stop if they go too far", that is predatory behavior. "Too far" is an adult knowingly roleplaying sexual content with a minor full fucking stop. You, as a minor, cannot give consent to an adult, and any adult that insists you can is a predator.

@ask-uwu-gurl has nuked all of the sexual RPs with Devi from her blog since being called out for this shit by other community members so I really don't have anything more than this to show you but let me be clear: this is not a safe person for minors to be interacting with. This is what a predator looks like.

To all the adults in the community: please keep an eye out for this stuff. This was happening in public and it took all day for anyone to catch on. If you want to RP suggestive content between other adults in the community, that's fine. Keep it properly tagged, don't let minors engage with it. Basic courtesies. But it's our responsibility as community members to make sure this shit stays between adults. Check ages before engaging in sexual content with another blog, and if you see an adult engaging in sexual content with a minor, call that shit out immediately. Do not let it go unseen or unnoticed. Do not be a bystander to a predator in broad daylight.

sincerely, I am so goddamn tired.))

((UPDATE: in case you were wondering if it could get worse: it can! These DMs were sent long before this post was made:

((thank you @midnightclover btw for sharing this

so yeah! she was called out on it previously and still did it! don't let her back into the community she is a confirmed predator this isn't just a silly little misunderstanding she's actively and knowingly roping kids into sexual roleplay.))

[hobiebrownismygod]

Let's talk about Desi representation again!!

I don't talk about this stuff often but when I do, I have some strong ass opinions

and yes I'm gonna be talking about none other than Pavitr Prabhakar at the end cuz he's just special to me <3

Hollywood is lagging behind on Desi representation

You'd think one of the biggest film industries in the world would be able to represent us properly, considering the fact that we make up the largest group of South-Asian Americans and the second largest group of Asian-Americans in the US, but instead-

Western Television forces Indians to conform to harmful stereotypes

Some of the most popular Desi characters on screen are Raj Koothrappali from the Big Bang Theory, Devi Vishwakumar from Never Have I Ever and Kelly Kapoor from the Office.

Indian men are almost always portrayed as robotics engineers and computer whizzes, but with terrible social intellect, making them seem like awkward nerds.

Indian women are almost always portrayed as "whitewashed", or wanting to appear more western, with zero understanding of their own culture or language along with an unrelenting need for attention from white friends/colleagues.

These are both based on stereotypes that Indian culture is "toxic" and "too traditional" and that Indians are only interested in studies.

Most Desi characters in western media have stories that are solely based around their ethnicity and/or racial stereotypes.

British television actually showcases a lot more representation than Hollywood does

I was watching Polite Society, a movie starring two Pakistani characters as the main leads, and there was a dance scene where both the leads are wearing traditional desi attire. My mom turned over, looked at me, and asked, "Is this Hollywood? It can't be."

And she was right. It's a British movie with British-Pakistani actors.

The reason she didn't believe that it could've been Hollywood was because the dresses the two leads were wearing were traditional and beautiful and the song playing in the background was authentic Hindi music, not some random westernized DJ version of it.

A Hollywood movie would've never dressed up their Desi actors in actually flattering attire (*cough cough the Patel twins from Harry Potter) or have used real, popular Desi music in the background.

You see my point?

It is so uncommon to see well-thought-out Desi representation in TV nowadays, where to see real diversity we have to watch movies made by the same country that colonized us.

Ironic.

British movies/shows with desi leads have far better South Asian representation than anything I've seen in Hollywood recently.

The Hollywood movies starring Indian leads, like Slumdog Millionaire or Bend it like Beckham were filmed in the UK, and because they were filmed in the UK, they had fantastic South Asian representation.

Not only does Hollywood refuse to create shows and movies about real problems that South Asians face, but they also don't cast South Asian actors in good roles.

When's the last time you saw a South Asian actor playing a character that wasn't a walking stereotype? When's the last time you saw a South Asian actor playing a character that was a genuine part of the story rather than just comedic relief or a random smart kid in the classroom?

Not often, right?

Me, personally, I didn't grow up with a lot of South Asian characters or actors in shows/movies that I watched. In fact, every time someone even close to my skin color showed up on TV, I was on the edge of my seat because it was just so rare to see it.

This is why representation matters.

You've heard about all the young girls with braids being so excited when the new little mermaid with Halle Bailey came out. Well, us desi kids wanted that too.

I wanted to see a Telugu speaking girl with wavy hair and dark skin who would wear traditional clothing to Desi get-togethers and parties, go to the temple with her family, eat vegetarian Indian meals, etc...

I wanted to see a character who was a representation of me and my experiences as an Indian-American. I wanted to see a character that was at least a representation of Indians or just South Asians in general.

Instead, we were given characters that ridiculed their own culture, were extreme stereotypes and furthered the existence of casual racism in western society today. So many Desi kids experience small acts of racism on a daily basis because people have been so desensitized to the existence of these stereotypes.

Telling South Asians that their culture is a joke and feeding non-asian children media which pokes fun at other cultures is harmful, not only to us South Asians but also communities that could end up being targeted next.

Pavitr Prabhakar; Representation Matters

If you've been following me or if we're mutuals, you probably know I have a tiny obsession with Pavitr Prabhakar. But why?

Because of all the reasons I just listed.

There are few South Asian characters us Desis can look up to these days, and Pavitr Prabhakar is one of the maybe two or three characters who have great writing, magnificent representation, and overall a fun vibe.

He's likable, funny, smart and best of all, unapologetically Desi.

He's just like all the other side characters, with a little bit of his own culture mixed in. He's not being shoved down our throats to further an agenda about fake diversity, he's not a walking stereotype and best of all, he was designed by Indian creators.

He's refreshing and exciting to follow in a world full of a demand for half-hearted representations and the people who created him were obviously putting their hearts and souls into it.

He's awoken a love for Indian culture amongst, not only Desi children themselves but also among westerners who, prior to this, had thought of India as a "3rd world" country, because that's the agenda that Hollywood pushes onto many South Asian countries today.

WE LOVE PAVITR PRABHAKAR!!

This was kinda all over the place but I just had to get this off my chest <3

Sources:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2021/06/10/discrimination-against-indian-americans-happens-more-than-you-might-think/

[demigod-of-the-agni]

any cool desi books/media to recommend??

Okay to be fair I am not the biggest consumer of desi media HOWEVER. I have a few niche favourites (some of them come from my research for my Major Work in my final year in high school but here's a quick list):

The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri - god this entire book changed me fundamentally. It was like watching my own life play in fast-forward and getting hit in places I didn't want to be hit. if you are a first-generation desi in a western country, you will be on the ground sobbing

If You See Me, Don't Say Hi by Neel Patel - a collection of short stories that methodically break down some of the most subtle and pervasive stereotypes within desi cultures. I've only ever had time to read the first two stories but I'm hoping to get the full book someday

Unaccustomed Earth by Jhump Lahiri - an anthology I read for my senior year as well. Another one of this heart-wrenching pieces that just resonate with me like damn.

The Aru Shah series by Roshani Chokshi - it's Percy Jackson But Make It Desi and honestly such a fun read!! Reading about the Potatoes (this is what the reincarnated Pandavas call themselves not joking) is always bound to make my day

The Age of Kalki series by Vishwas Mudagal - I read this purely for inspiration on my own original novel, and it was fun to use for comparisons for research and my writing. Also, spy stuff and action and all that

The Spider-Man: India comics - hey, desi stuff is desi stuff, and I enjoy anything that has my boy Pavitr in it (I'll enjoy it even more when @/marvelentertainment hires me to write him a book)

The Ms. Marvel show and comics - in Iman Vellani we trust 🙏 also my girl has such a wonderful variety of comics like. she's so cool. i love her. hoping that Iman does a masterful job as she writes Kamala's newest comic

18 Days by Grant Morrison - listen. there is a 2015 graphic novel and there is a 2010 artbook for the 2015 book. They are both the same thing: a retelling of the Mahabharata but make it electronic/futuristic. Read the graphic novel for the story, but I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend the 2010 artbook as well because my god the ART is just gorgeous. It obviously provides insight on the creation of Morrison's 2015 book but god it is just. so so sooooo good. Mukesh Singh is a beautiful artist I need to have his art tattooed on me

Any desi movies from the 90s-00s - my experience with tamil movies in that time period have always been good ones!! They're chill, they're funny, they're silly, they're romantic, they're thrilling. literally all of my favourite song come from this period (don't disregard movies from later periods either, I watched Brahmastra a few months back and it was lit as fuck).

English translations of popular desi stories - and these stories can be anything. from ye old prevailing Ramayana and Mahabharata to anything written by contemporary desi authors. They've got a lot to share

On a side note me complaining to my desi friends that I want good tamil representation in western media often led to me getting smacked in the face with Never Have I Ever (by my DESI friends! who say it is very good!!) and i just want to say no. don't watch that. as a tamil person living in a western country, i apologise for who Devi Vishwakumar is as a person. i will personally pay for your therapy (has only watched two episodes and was immediately turned off)

I'm giving y'all a whole day to ask me whatever

[moldsporr]

Listened to Ada Rook for like two hours and these are my thoughts about the songs I listened to (very random bc of spotify mobile)

Thank u for showing me ada rook @highoncatfood

Sardonica

Yo that guitar slaps

I have no idea what she's saying but I can groove to this

This is likeeee. Animated musical villain is hypnotizing a character music

Yo is breathing part of the beat? Love when music does that

Very good I'd say likeeee 7.5/10 would listen again

Curse (for Devi)

Again that's a good guitar

Oh is this like a love song

Like the whispery type thing she's got going on

Still barely know what she's saying but it's okay !!!!!

Kinda less funky than sardonica, still good though. Id say 6.5/10 because less funky but I can understand the lyrics better

Tru U

AYOOO FIRST SONG I EVER HEARD

Still so good. Can really understand what she's saying

Makes me want to junko pose /pos

The chorus has such a good beat I bop to it

Definitely like. 8.5/10 because it hurts my ears sometimes but I adore it. Fave so far !!!! Which is funny because it was the first one I heard she just knocked it out of the park immediately.

Time dilation

more lowkey…. Kinda sad sounding

I like it. different vibe from the others But it's good!!!!

I like the flute thing going on in the back. And guitar as always

Kinda sounds like something that would play during a sad party scene in a movie. But actually good

Solid 7/10

Moth

Hmmm that tune seems familiar

I swear I've heard it before… Like a synth song or smth

Also a sadder one

Like the acoustic guitar here, sounds less funky but is nice for the song

Idk it's kinda. Boring ? Tru U set me up for Screaming Battery Acid and This is not that

It's not bad though! I'd say likkeeee 5/10

Starlight Zone

Oh. Hm

The screaming has never sounded like that Before

it sounds like it hurts her voice :<

am Not grooving to this one sadly

4/10 this is not the vibe for me

Host

Omori battle music right here

Honestly the instrumental is really good

I love the way it sounds

This is making me imagine an Infinity Train AMV???? It's got that sad scifi vibe

Also like the beat of the singing

WOAHHH THATS REALLY DISTORTEDDDD

Battery Acid here we goooooo

Will definitely hurt my ears like Tru U but it's okay this is good

FUCKK THAT PIANO AFTERRRR OHHHHHHHHHH

Original rating was 6.5/10 I judged too soon. Bumping that up rn

This song makes me realize that Ada rooks voice reminds me of. Scaramouche’s English va when he sings yes I'm making this about blorbos

Solid 7.5/10

Escape

Oh I can understand her this time

I thought the drop would give More but this is a vibe

Enjoyable !!!!

The instrumental is great

6/10, good!!!

Otherworld

Beginning reminds me of porter Robinson

This is a chill vibe so far

Hmmmm. Unsure

Not very boppable

I'm gonna sayyy 5/10 it's not bad I like the instrumental

Mystery School

This sounds like a more lowkey 100 Geccs

I enjoy it… good stuff

Not much of a beat but the instrumental Is sooooo funky

Good shit !!!!

Boppin

7/10

Ur gonna live

OHHH BOPPIN

This could make a good Lemon Demon beat

Love the instrumental

Kinda loses steam

But the guitar is good

Like the ending…. Oooo

6.5/10

Total memory failure

Another sad one but I like the “ahhh” in the instrumental

I can imagine sad amvs to this

Definitely has more of a beat

It sounds like they're tapping glasses in the instrumental that's a vibe

Ohhh that slowing of the tempo

Good stuff….

7/10

Sabotage everything

Hmmm

Not a lot going on in the instrumental

NVM WE BOPPIN

Took half the sing to get good but it's okay

That's gooodddddd

6/10 because it takes so long to get good

Don't wake

Oooo guitar…

OHHHHHHH

QUICK AF I LIKE IT

OHHHH DISTORTED COMPUTERY NOISES

THIS IS SWAG

NO IDEA WHAT SHES SAYING BUT I AGREE

FUCKK OHHHHH YOOOOOO THIS IS GOOODDDDDDD

This is 9/10 this is amazing. Can we get a vocaloid cover. Make it sound even more computery. Holy crap. Wish this was longer Oh my goddddddddddd

Broken grace

It just started and I'm head bopping

Wait did she just say she needs to pee

Oh well this is Gooddd

Makes me wish I knew how to play the electric guitar

Ohhhhhhhh ourghhhhhh aaaaaaaa this is good

8/10 I enjoy !!!!!

disease

Ooo acoustic guitar again

Bird noises….

Quieter… more calm

Sounds like it'd be a good song for an open world

Not really something I would listen to on the regular though

Solid 6/10 but that guitar is nice <333

Deep fantasy

Another villain Hypnotizing you musical number !!!

Kinda like it less than Sardonica though. Less going on

But not bad!!!!

Like what's going on in the instrumental

6/10 methinks

920london

Oh I don't like that opening

My ear rejects this my earbud has fallen out twice

I mean it's not bad I just don't really. Like it ? It picked up but this isn't it for me

5/10 it's fine I just don't really like it

hazer

Oooo distorted ads

This is gonna hurt my ears but. Oooooooo me like !!!

Hmmm. The screaming kinda. Ruins it here usually it goes along with it

Instrumental is good I adore it

But. Yeah the screaming isn't matching well with the instrumental

Vibe change. Hm. Why does the melody remind me of fricken. Shawn Mendez

I think I would enjoy an instrumental version but the voice and instrumental just don't match super well in this one except for like. 1 part

6/10, instrumental is 8/10

Gravity weapon

Ohhh that instrumental is funkyyyy

Funky opening. Love the samples

I'm cat bopping to this

Would also hurt my ears but that's okay

Me likey…. Ouhhh this is good

I wanna dance to this

No. I want to become an edit with this song

I hate that stupid mouse again !!!! Horray!!!! It's a silly line me likey

Solid 7.5/10

Coward 2 Coward

Yoo that opening is fun

This is funkyyy

Less going on so far but oòooo..

OHH that's a pretty voice outside the screaming

She could sing a creepy lullaby I think

Mmmmm instrumental

Delicious

I think if they eat us we die… crazy ikr

OHHHHH that piano bit…. This is spoopy

Anyway I like this. 7/10 just wish there was More stuff going on

Flatline

Oh. Don't really like that opening

I don't know why I don't like this it doesn't have the funkiness I like from Ada and the singer doesn't match the instrumental

This is making my head hurt actually what the Frick

Like the singing voice is good ! It's just too deep for the instrumental

My mouth hurts

3/10. The instrumental is kinda boring and the voices don't match it very well. Singing is fine but would've been suited to a different song ? This is actually painful what the fuxk

Puragtor3y modulation engine

Ohh this is an interesting opening

OHHH GOING HARDDDDD

Fuckkkkk ohhhhh

Major step up

Ohhhhhh aaaaa oooo rurrururhrrh

Wait actual words. Okay uh this song just hits that itch

Her voice is great in this song, the screaming matching just as well as the normal singing

The instrumental has moments of calmness and that funkiness I love

I wanna dance j wanna groove

That endingggg

7/10

[tangg-official-by-maddy-k]

If There Are No Good Guys had tumblr part 2!

🌿May-ur-leaves-stay-green

Watering my plant babies ^^

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Ugh why is there so much stuff on here I don't wanna see?!

🌿May-ur-leaves-stay-green

Have you tried blocking tags???

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Libraries are the best!

🌿May-ur-leaves-stay-green Follow

Until you run into the strange one.

☮️Grimm-sister Follow

Wha- What strange one??? Who???

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Hi it's meeeeeeeeeeeee! Hi @may-ur-leaves-stay-green!

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Dammit they found me.

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Darling I know where everyone is at all times. You were never something to find. 😉🤣🤣🤣

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@Edens-Dinoworld Get your assistant! -_-

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Give up. They're next to me busting a gut rn. >:)

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DON'T FEAR 7 WAS ANNOUNCED LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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Another one? Isn't it time they let it go???

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There will never be enough. Don't Fear lives on. On of the only good indie horror franchises fr.

🎀Magical-Mouse Follow

That's going too far. But yeah, Don't Fear is pretty peak. I NEED to know what happens next. They can't just leave us on a cliffhanger like thiiiiiiiiiis

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Fr I need it noooooooooooooooow!

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"Magical girl shows are too childish" that just means children have better taste than you.

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Yoooooooooooooooooooo who is making fun of magical girls???

#not cool guys #magical girls and boys are the awesome!

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A cup of tea and the screams of my enemies.

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God forbid a women do anything

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NARI WHY ARE YOU ON THE NEWS AS A WANTED SERIAL KILLER WTF DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!?!?!?!

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Like I said, God forbid a women do anything 🙄

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My half-cat boyfriend hissed at my dog today -_-

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the kids at the daycare are trying to sing Dani a lullaby cuz they don't want to go to bed. Omg this is what I'm fighting for T^T.

#let's give them a better world plzzzzz?

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Alice told me to get some of this social media stuff. I gotta relearn how to read or whatever and it's soooooooooooo boring

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I have so many critiques already. -_-

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END OF TUMBLR POSTS

These are so fun. I'm def going to make more! Part 1:

🌿May-ur-leaves-stay-green - Cypress

➕Kath-loves-math - Katherine

📖Chaos-Chronicles - Chronicle

☮️Grimm-sister - Bonnie

🐍Iris - Iris

😈Got-ur-nose - Nixie

♻️Team-Green - Alex

🎮Silent-Screams - Josephine

🎀Magical-Mouse - Mitzi

🎭Theaterboiiiiiiiii - Marcus

🍓Magiberry-XOXO - Roxxie

🫖Rusty-idk -Rusty

💜a-group-of-crows - Nari

🌅empathy-01 - Arora (a reference to the fact that she is a robot specifically coded to feel empathy.)

🎶beats-the-bad-guys - Ambre.

❄️first-frost-of-a-new-dawn - Flurry.

🐈born-2-b-wild - Zoey.

👑queen-of-your-heart - Alice.

🎧DJ-Devious - Devi

A lot more side-characters in this one. Unfortunately I'm trying to trim the cast rn so I'm not 100% sure if all these characters will make it in the final (at the very least they'll be background characters so-)

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 6

Soooo, tomorrow will not have a chapter, I need to prepare for a trip outside the country (there won't be chapter during my vacation) and I will go see a movie with my friend. (Omg she has a life).

Warning : no proof reading.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Victoria was scrolling on GikTok -there is truly an equivalent app for everything- when she could hear some noise coming from outside. A few seconds later, Yuu and Grim came inside the dorm, completely disheveled and with scratches everywhere.

Victoria was shocked. She should have guessed from the game, but it was shocking to see this IRL. Yuu was in such a deplorable state…

Victoria dared to ask. How did it went ? You are both a mess… Get on the couch, I’ll get the first aid kit…”

Grim answered. “We were attacked by a big monster ! It was scary but thanks to the great Grim, I won !”

Yuu nodded. “Yeah we were attacked… But at least we have the stone. We will stay here.”

Victoria tended their wounds. “You came by in one piece, you’re truly lucky.”

Yuu added. “Tomorrow, first thing in the morning we will give the stone to Crowley…”

Victoria nodded. ”Ok, I hope he will be satisfied… Go get some sleep, both of you, you deserve it. You will take your shower tomorrow. I put some stuff I bought in your room, like a big fluffy towel. I also turned on the water boiler a few hours ago, so tomorrow we will have hot water.”

After parting ways and sleeping, They both took their shower with hot water to their delight. And for the question, Grim also took a shower.

After a breakfast composed of pancakes made by Victoria and a recipe found on the internet, they went with their day. Yuu went to the director with the mage stone and Victoria went back to the curtains.

Victoria was spritzing some lavender extract onto the 3rd curtain of the day when Yuu arrived, happily.

Yuu greeted her “Victoria ! Guess what ? I am going to be a student in this school with Grim !”

Victoria was overjoyed. “I am so happy for you Sweetie ! You need to make good friends and enjoy your school life ! Can I hug you ?”

Yuu nodded and Victoria took them in her arms. “You are going to have an eventful but happy life.”

[ok maybe I am lying a bit…] wondered Victoria while she also hugged Grim who was laughing hard. [What is important is their happiness now.]

Yuu laughed “I hope so… I need to get my uniform, see you tonight!”

Victoria waved at the running duo and then her smile disappeared. She had a bad feeling. Watching those events unfold in the game was exciting of course, but in reality… Will she be able to be there for Yuu and Grim ? Will Yuu be able to understand Victoria’s episode of bipolarity when they will strike ?

She sighted. [Well I am going to do my best and that’s what is important…]

A voice interrupted her. “Why the long sigh ? Too many moths ?” Crewel joked.

Victoria turned around. There was Crewel, Trein and Vargas. [I am going to be blind from too much beauty at the same place]

She tidied herself. “Not the moths sadly… I am just watching my teenage kid going to live their school life and as a good mom by proxy, I am already worried about their future foolishness.”

Trein arched an eyebrow. “You already consider yourself as their mom ? You are quite quick on the matter, Mrs Devi !”

She scratched her cheek. “Well, it is quite easy when you have no family. I mean, I dunno for Yuu, but I feel like it is my role as the older one to take care of them. We only have each other.”

After a short blank, Vargas answered with humid eyes. “You are way more responsible than I thought. You are truly a great woman, Mrs Devi !”

Victoria blinked her eyes “Thanks… I guess ?”

She truly stunned the 3 older men. How can someone feel so responsible for a child they just met ? Was she just that generous ? If that was the case, she was going to be devoured by the NRC.

Victoria added “I think doing shenanigans are normal for their age. I am sure you used to do them a lot. I used to prank my teacher by saying the neighbor dog ate it. Until one day he truly did it and had to give a munched exercise sheet to the teacher. We both weren’t amused by that.” she laughed at the end. It was a rather embarrassing moment.

Trein frowned his eyebrows. “You shouldn’t have done such jokes, you would have been like the boy who cried wolf for fun.”

Victoria slumped. “I am sorry sir. You know… Youngster foolishness.”

Crewel nudged her and whispered “I used to do the same.”

Victoria smiled, happy to know this fact. So except Trein, they had a rocky youth.

When the day was done, Victoria; Yuu and Grim found each other in the dorm.

Victoria smiled at her children “Show me your uniform !”

Grim showed off his ribbon “Take a good look henchwoman !”

Victoria clapped “Wow, it suits you well Grim ! It adds elegance !”

Yuu came down, done changing to the gray-ish uniform. “Look look ! Do I look good ?”

Victoria cheered. “You are the cutest ! But… you don’t have a waistcoat ?”

Yuu laughed, scratching their head. “Well… Apparently Ramshackle doesn’t have a color or it was forgotten.”

The woman sighed. “I will buy you a gray one so you are not left out of the pack.”

Tag : @boba-tea-fish

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

Author Interview

I'm shamelessly stealing this from @my-archerboy because I want to play.

1. How many works do you have on ao3:

-> 87.

2. What’s my total ao3 wc:

-> 508,202

3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:

Dancing in a Snowglobe Round and Round

We Found Wonderland (You and I Got Lost in It)

A Ghost in the Back of This Room

February 14: A Story of Years

A Therapeutic Chain of Events

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

-> I try to, but sometimes I forget because of ADHD reasons.

5. What fic has the angstiest ending?

-> Aw man, I don't like angst and don't really write it. I guess I'll go with my most bittersweet ending, which I think is probably The Stars Are Aligned (So Save That Heart for Me). It features Thomas and Alastair's reincarnations meeting for the first time before beginning a relationship.

6. What fic has the happiest ending?

-> Almost all of my fics have happy endings, so idk how to answer this. The one I think has the happiest ending will be an extremely controversial pick, though, because I know people usually read it as bittersweet. I pick A Ribbon of Dream. Thomas and Alastair have grown old together and are very happy.

7. Do you write crossovers?

-> Nope. Though I sometimes feel a strong compulsion to write a fic about Matthew Fairchild meeting Devi Vishwakumar, because I think very few things could be funnier.

8. Have you received hate on ao3?

-> Once, someone yelled at me for writing a Ben/Aneesa fanfic in the NHIE fandom. I just deleted the comment. I have gotten hate for my TSC fic on Tumblr, though.

9. Do you write smut?

-> Yes, but I need to be comfortable writing the characters. This means that I only write smut for Thomas/Alastair and Will/Tessa right now. I likely will feel able to write some stuff about Matthew/LI too because I'm so comfortable with Matthew, but those who know me will know that I do have some fandom-related trauma that will make writing smut about him very difficult. I may be able to do it if I explicitly age him up to be a DILF.

10. Have you had a fic get stolen?

-> I sure hope not.

11. Have you had a fic get translated?

-> Nope, but that's okay!

12. Have you co-written a fic?

-> I haven't, I'm pretty set in my writing processes and would only attempt it with a couple of people.

13. What’s your fav ship?

-> Thomas/Alastair

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but never will?

-> This Alastair + Grace BFF story about them Christmas shopping. I hit a massive roadblock with it, set it aside, and never finished. Christmas has now passed, so ... alas.

15. What are my writing strengths?

-> I'm good at describing locations, expressions, and emotions. I actually know that I'm a good writer and am not going to pretend otherwise. I think that my strongest character to write is Matthew, followed closely by Alastair.

16. What are my writing weaknesses?

-> In fic? Plotting. I hate plotting. I like writing fluff and hurt/comfort. This is because I actually don't care about the plot of TID or TLH, I just adore the series because spending time with the characters is a joy.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?

-> I don't speak Persian, Spanish, or Welsh, which would be the languages that would really help me. So, no. I do use small words and phrases, especially terms of endearment.

18. What’s the first fandom you wrote for?

-> Urusei Yatsura. I was like 12. I still occasionally write for it.

19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?

-> A Charm of Magpies, specifically Stephen/Lucien. I hope to write a little of them this year! One of my new year's resolutions is also to write more Jordelia fic.

20. What’s your fav fic you’ve written?

-> A Therapeutic Chain of Events, and also perhaps A Ribbon of Dream in a different way.

[crkconfessions]

https://www.tumblr.com/crkconfessions/783505081261834241/httpswwwtumblrcomcrkconfessions7834914586479?source=share

(Responding again from this confession).

Nooo, it doesn't look like you play with your favs........ /j /silly

(Btw, how do you have a rare cookie to be THAT strong? /gen).

Oh! And talking abt the ships I have for Candy Apple Cookie, here are some of them that they came from my mind:

◉Shadow Milk Cookie x Candy Apple Cookie (very obvious ship that it doesn't need to have too much explanation of why I ship those two).

◉Pudding à la Mode Cookie x Candy Apple Cookie (bastard x bastard vibes.....).

◉Pavlova Cookie x Candy Apple Cookie (I headcanon their relationship more as frenemies [cuz Pavlova likes to annoy Candy Apple reminding her abt her love interest with SM], BUT... It has the potential to be something more because I like to hc that Candy Apple likes to practice some romantic stuff with Pavlova first and then go to SM to make better strategies to flirt with him... Also, bonus points for being a L0li x Sh0ta dynamic).

◉Black Saphire Cooke x Candy Apple Cookie (Idk if they're canonically siblings or not [cuz I haven't seen the SM episode of Beast Yeast... yet), but with the headcanons that the fandom makes with those two being in a sibling-coded relationship, I like to imagine them as an incest-age gap couple... Little sister x older brother real....).

◉Pumpkin Pie Cookie x Candy Apple Cookie (I don't have so much context with this ship, but some hours ago, I saw a post abt someone talking abt how cool it would be that they could be together, and I was like: "...Maybe it's not a bad idea!!!" and, for this post, I'm starting to like this ship too apart that you said that you noticed a pattern between those two... :3).

-📺 anon.

you'll never believe this, but look who we got as i went to answer this-

also lowkey we love the way you write about ships?? very convincing to your cause

honestly, i can't even play with my favs bc i don't have most of them.. tho we got devi so strong by using a 70 concentrate on him like instantly

we also got him to over 300k!! a few more rare soul essence and it'll be 3-A

our candy apple ship is candy apple x princess cookie. which with how we've done it is half-sisters, so..

[nityarawal]

3/17/2025

Saint Patrick's Day

Hozier Day

Morning Songs

Happy Saint Patrick's

Day To You

Happy Saint

Patrick's Day

To Me

Sitting By A Waterfall

We Programmed

The Devis

Told Them What

To Say

Happy Saint Patrick's

Day To You

Happy Saint Patrick's

Day To Me

Twenty Five Years Ago

Married In Scripps

Lajolla Park

Divorced In Vista

Courts

2017 We've Waited

Ever So Patiently

Today

We Parade

My Streets

And Go Home

Nitya On Neptune 

Cybertruck With

Her Cyberbeast 

Moms With

Their Daughters

And Son's

Celebrating

Autonomy

Happy Saint

Patrick's Day

Happy Day Of

Hozier

Play Some Music

Dance A Jig

And Get Those

Cambridge KBG

To The Bank

On Refunds

Leprechauns

Saw It All

Hiding In Your

Phones And Cars

Leprechauns

Saw It All

And Told Mom

Everything

Leda And The Swan

Cosmic With Your

One True Love

But A Violation

From A Secret 

Sheriff

From Moonlight

Beach

Or Torrey Pines

Charge Mark

Milton

And Mark

Ritchie

Mark Daughtery

For All The Ledas'

Beaten

Bring Home

My Babies

And Let's Celebrate

Properly

I'll Represent 

The God Kids

Go Watch

Rhoda Orme 

Johnson's

Discourse

I'll School The

God Kids

But Make Sure

Dr. Johnson

And Benny

Waggoner Pay

I'll School The

God Kids

But No More

Court Pranks

AFL Called Me

Today

Yet Again

On Foul Play

Pranks

An Office Full

Of Sterile Meanies

Said Hurry 

Up And Close

This Down

Refund The Moms

They Can't Be

Slaves Of Stephen 

Miller Or His

Foul Play Games

They're Working

From Home

Antique Stores

Sterile And Old

Most Don't Even 

Know What

There Sex Is

Anymore

So Confused

So Leda And 

The Swan

Came To Give

You A History 

Lesson

Leda And The

Swan

Want You To

Keep Your Junk

Leda And The 

Swan

The Great Myths

Mesmerize

Us

Leda And The

Swan

For She Needs

Protection

Even From

Zeuss

On Neptune

For Leda Needs

Her Cybertruck 

And All Her

Knights

To Do Their

Noble Stuff

Leda Needs

Her Irony

Man

Just Like I

Need Elon

Eloning Home

With Anjali

Isha And Our

Fourteen Muskies

With Mama

Maye

A Plan

And My

Parents

Celebrating

Saint Patrick's Day

Again

Turning California 

GREEN

Peace, Love, Eternally,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

Encinitasbeachhome.com 

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary246

5/20-21/2024

monday - tuesday

tired already.

finished "the impossible" today, by bataille. another book that's short and that i want to come back to. its lapse into poetry is so strange and comes at a very good time for me, interesting that it was once called "the hatred of poetry" which is rather fun, in that it could mean many things.

i just get more and more tired every day lately though, i worked on one song, at least, and i did write this afternoon, a shorter thing, i need to go ahead and edit that and send it to my friend as well.

otherwise,,, i just want to sleep. really. i just want to sleep and i am thinking that the song i was working on today might still be a problem song in that there's a lot i should go into and mess with or something. i dunno though.

anyways, today what is supposedly the last black dresses album ever came out, i say supposedly cuz i think they've done this before, the project is very fraught i guess though. i hope both of them are well, devi's music always meant a lot to me, her solo stuff, black dresses were more hit or miss generally, but what i heard of this final album, some of it is super good imo and i really like it. some of it misses though, in classic fashion for them and i, i guess.

what else to say, i dunno, hard to think of much to say about that project, other than it's kind of changed a whole little tiny sect of the internet and influenced a lot of people and given a lot of people something to work off of, it's very strange in that way.

also interesting to me, is the way that whole, i dunno, set of aesthetics or that particular mode of creation, that whole zone of thought in trans art has kind of evolved and stayed the same (this recalls the lyrics in one of the songs on the album...whoa, but i think they'd hate me for talking about it like this), but for instance, the artist they got to do the mv for bad veggies, that video reminds me of what it was like to read porpentine in hs, and also, her work generally (the person behind the video + those cg vns, archangel nemesis), feels related to that whole thing, the self conscious trash-hell thing, i dunno how else to describe it. super dysphoric in ways, maybe. i dunno though, also super cute or trying to be super cute, the gap being where the cuteness is. part of this whole thing is that i'm way into it, it recalls like, being younger, something i identified (still do i guess) with and thought showed me a way towards something, still does even i guess. but there's another part of me that feels like, i dunno, as much as i like it, there's other things right. this can't be one of the only ways to engage with the internet as a set of experiences and the relation of the body to that. there's other points and places i gravitate towards too. the people i like who do that thing i guess aren't locked down, maybe it's just how some of us learn how to talk about the ways our insides feel. i'm never going to not be grotesque, does that mean i'm stuck somewhere artistically? idk. rambling now. obviously very tired and bothered by this song i was just working on not sounding right.

or maybe it doesn't sound that bad. idk. it's the only one i worked on recently that's had the issue of running the cpu too hard to cause lots of glitchy slowdown stuff. so that's unfun,, annd makes accurate mixing harderrr.

anyway i need to sleep now, so:

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[korereapers]

Title: Gone soft

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Original stuff, Dungeons and Dragons

Ship: Ohmrom von Allmen/Barkilara

Warnings: well, sex with a devil, you know

AO3

Sex has always been merely recreational for Barkilara. The means to an end, just a way out of boredom when things are too still and he needs a very particular itch scratched.

This particular devil he is dealing with, damn, they are attractive, silky skin and a smile that should make his insides burn. This time though, it doesn't.

Unluckily for him, and the first sign that something is not… right.

It's not that he doesn't like them, the completely dark eyes, hands that caress his chest, lips that suck on his neck with a vehemence that almost feels like violence. He has always loved this, the thrill, the thin line between pain and pleasure, the danger of it all. The lack of attachment.

He wonders, not without a hint of desperation, why the hell he cannot stop thinking about a certain human while he is with someone that has nothing to do with him.

The thing about mortals is that they are… well, mortal. You have to be careful with them, ask them only for what they can give you, for what they can take without breaking irreparably. No matter how hardworking and resilient his human is.

Fuck , how well he takes him. Barkilara holds back, of course he does, always in control of the situation, knowing when and how to push until Ohmrom rolls his eyes, his throat hoarse and his body about to give up. Overwhelmed and spent, and still looking at him with those warm eyes…

His bashful smile, skin shining with sweat, body hair Barkilara likes to feel against the palms he borrows for the occasion. A musky smell he eagerly memorizes and that makes Ohmrom blush, his heartbeat faster because with him, he has nowhere to hide.

The other devil's skin is soft, smooth even, far from the scars Barkilara has grown used to, to a body so punished that makes Barkilara shiver with the fact that it's still standing.

It should be easy. Get this asshole in his bed, fuck them senseless, forget about it and never talk about it again. He is restless, his body reacting to their touch, but his mind somewhere else entirely.

"You're making this oddly difficult," they complain, clear annoyance in their voice.

"Maybe you're just lacking in skill to keep me interested."

It's a low blow and a fucking lie, but Barkilara would rather die than to accept that it's far from a matter of skill. That what makes his insides burn is only a couple of hands, shaking and unsure, handling a sword with ease, but too nervous to handle a man. Rough lips that take him with difficulty, trying to keep a pace but losing himself in the process.

"Do you know what I think? What everyone thinks? " They ask, their voice mocking, eyes as dark as Barkilara's soul. " That you have become soft. That you've grown fond of the mortal. What a fucking waste."

Compared to other devils, Barkilara is really not that powerful. Limited in ways that enrage him, he knows he could be so much more than this. To have so much more. He has several poor unfortunate souls binded to him, old hosts whose souls he ended up devouring, that now he keeps chained to him with eternal and unbreakable contracts. He used to feed on them like a parasite, and then go after the next one when the host died or was too weak to hold him.

"So I'm right," he barely hears them say, just before he grabs them by their throat, without thinking, sinking them into the nearest wall.

"Like fucking hell."

The other laughs, unfazed, because the demonstration of strength is just a confirmation. A weak point to attack.

Barkilara knows this is going to have consequences.

"Get out, " he says, his rage cold and unforgiving. " Piece of shit."

"It's in our blood, " the other answers, kicking him hard in the ribs so he releases him. Barkilara groans slightly, letting them go with a menacing growl. " But it seems you have forgotten about that, too."

Barkilara's growl becomes a roar, and the other devil chuckles, letting themselves out of his bedchambers.

"Fuck. Shit."

He sits down, his head between his claws, grunting in frustration. They are right, they are all right. He has become soft because of the human, and the worst thing of it all is that he doesn't really feel bad about it. Embarrassed, maybe, but guilty? Nah.

He licks his lips, focusing after a long, deserved sigh. He wants to see him, talk to him. Relieve himself alongside him.

Luckily enough, Ohmrom seems to be enjoying his free time. Reading one of his books, the ones with torrid romance that he likes so much, with scenes that make him blush but that make Barkilara roll his eyes. Ohmrom's heart flutters, and Barkilara keeps that feeling close to his own heart.

"Having fun?" He asks, and he can feel Ohmrom's face getting redder.

"You could say that."

Barkilara smiles, a mouth full of sharp teeth. He is sure that Ohmrom can almost feel it.

"I have something more… interesting in mind. If you're interested."

He is. Hell , he is. Barkilara can feel his brain muddled, his ears burning with something that is a mix of embarrassment and something else entirely. He closes his book and sighs, looking at the ceiling.

"I can't… I can't really look for someone for you to possess right now."

Barkilara knows how much he wants to touch him, to be touched by him, even if it's in another body, another heartbeat. Different mouths with the same owner, savoring his skin and memorizing the flavor.

It makes both of them twitch in desire.

"We don't need that for what I have in mind. Only me and you."

Ohmrom's bedchambers are austere, and Barkilara reminds himself to suggest him to get a large mirror. He wants Ohmrom to see the kind of wild animal he becomes when they are together, for him to feel scandalized by it.

Fuck, he would love that.

"Undress yourself. I want to see you."

Ohmrom's expression becomes something between bashful and playful.

"I can feel your impatience..."

But he obeys, as he usually does. Not a hint of anything that's not pure devotion and curiosity. Barkilara wants to dig his teeth in such a sweet feeling, and swallow it whole.

Ohmrom stands, naked, in the middle of the room. Barkilara takes a couple of seconds to observe him, so abused in the physical sense and yet so naive in the sexual one. He wants to corrupt that, too. To make him filthy, to teach him that the body can also feel good, the limits of pleasure he keeps reaching with him.

"Good boy. But I want you to get comfortable."

That never fails, Barkilara thinks with a mischievous smile. Tell him how good he is, and he will melt immediately, already half hard.

The mattress sinks a little with his weight, and Barkilara watches every nook and cranny, every muscle flexing, every bit of fat. He has been eating more, drinking more. Ohmrom's fingers twitch in embarrassment, and Barkilara knows he is waiting for another order.

"Touch yourself for me, " he asks, almost breathless, his hand on his own erection. " And know I'm going to be doing the same for you."

Ohmrom's breath hitches, and Barkilara can feel his desire as clear as his own.

"Tell me how."

Barkilara's smile becomes almost sweet.

"However you want me to touch you next time."

Ohmrom nods, frowning slightly. His fingers go to his mouth, trembling with embarrassment, getting them modestly wet (Barkilara would make sure to make it all messier) and lingering a little on his mouth.

"I want to kiss you too," Barkilara admits, and Ohmrom's eyes widen, his smile nervous but strangely… happy.

His hand moves downwards, tracing a couple of scars on his chest. Wet fingers follow the trail to a nipple, gently caressing it, clearly embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

"You love it when I suck on you like that."

Ohmrom nods, taking his time only with his chest. He grows more confident, pinching a nipple softly, and letting out a small sigh.

"You know, I could bury my face in your chest for hours."

That's enough to make Ohmrom almost jump in place. Barkilara worries that he'll come without even getting to the main course, but the experiment is fun nevertheless. He lazily caresses himself, hard as a rock, but still wanting to hold himself together, waiting for the moment of Ohmrom's bliss.

"You're acting strange today."

Barkilara rolls his eyes.

"Can't a devil want to corrupt his host in peace?"

Ohmrom chuckles, and it's different from the devil from earlier. It's fresh, almost loving.

"I want you a lot, too."

It's a small confession, but both of them take everything they can get. Barkilara pictures himself bending him over, burying his face in his shoulder and nape, going down on him at his own pace. He is sure that Ohmrom can feel it, because he lets out a sound, his hand actually moving downwards.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that on my own."

He can, but Barkilara isn't about to show him the wonders of sex toys. Not yet, at least. He keeps some of his fantasies private, for the moment, until the human can mentally take it without fainting.

He does wonder how and why he doesn't faint, because his sexual frustration is so evident it makes him feel dizzy, mad that he cannot bury his whole body into him, lick every drop of sweat. He follows Ohmrom’s hand as it goes down, the trail of hair that descends from his belly button making him picture himself between his legs, following that trail with his mouth.

“You look so good, ” he murmurs. “ Like a goddamn treat.”

Ohmrom lets out a chuckle, and it’s partially in disbelief, but Barkilara can feel his pride. He can feel his chest expanding, his cock harder even without touching it, leaking slightly.

“If I was there, I’d lick you clean.”

That’s enough to send a spark down Ohmrom’s spine.

“If you keep talking to me like that, this is going to be the shortest session we have ever had.”

Barkilara grins, sharp teeth everywhere in Ohmrom’s mind.

“Do you think I’d feel offended? That would just be proof of how much and how deeply you belong to me.”

Ohmrom says nothing, his frown not out of annoyance or anger, but to keep himself under control, focused on the task. Sometimes, Barkilara forgets that the man was actually bound to be a paladin, but destiny had other plans.

“Are you taking care of yourself?” Ohmrom asks instead, in probably the cutest way to ask him if he is just looking or actually jerking off too.

“Don’t worry about that. For now, watching you is more than enough.”

Ohmrom makes a sound, his hand around himself without a second thought, and Barkilara drinks from the sensation with hunger, touching himself too.

“Take it easy, boy ,” he reminds him, knowing how often he doesn’t even enjoy it, wanting to be done with it as soon as possible. “ Think I’m the one doing it.”

Ohmrom’s voice sounds almost scared when he speaks up, so, so quiet that Barkilara actually has to hear him from the inside. From where he cannot hide from him.

“I always do.”

It's enough to make Barkilara's insides burn, his desire so evident that it must feel overwhelming to the poor, not so fragile human.

"Believe me, if I was there…"

Ohmrom's pace is slow but firm, his thoughts about Barkilara, about his hands, no matter the body, about his confidence, his encouraging words. He whispers something incoherent, and Barkilara still keeps whispering, that it's fine, that he is good. Ohmrom stops for a second, so overwhelmed he keeps shaking, his thoughts and feelings so intense and all over the place that Barkilara has to have at least some compassion.

"Just like that. Explore your body, and let yourself feel it. If you need me to stop, I'll stop."

The human just sighs, so hard that it must hurt, and Barkilara feels his words before he even utters them.

"I want… I want you inside so bad. I'm sorry, I know it's…"

Fuck, he really is going to have talk to him about sex toys, isn't he.

"Next time, when you have another little puppet for me. Under your terms."

Ohmrom's smile is tiny, but it's definitely there.

"When we are together… my mind stops. My body takes control, sometimes. It scares me."

He has felt it, the way his rational thoughts shut down. The way he lets himself feel, be taken care of, taking everything Barkilara gives him eagerly, until exhaustion overtakes him and it's just clarity, the calm after his bliss peaking.

How could Barkilara not be addicted to a feeling like that?

"I'm not going to do anything to you that you are not okay with."

"I know. I… I trust you with that."

He really shouldn't. It isn't in his blood not to take advantage of him, not to take more than he is allowed to. Still, he tries. He has felt his sadness, he has felt his disappointment, his betrayal. He prefers his euphoria, his frenzy. The way he kills when it's righteous, when he is angry and needs to take it out. The way he moans, loud, when Barkilara does something especially nice, Ohmrom's legs on his shoulders, comfortable and yet…

"That's teasing…" Ohmrom complains, and Barkilara was probably thinking so hard about it that he sent the image to his mind. No way he's going to tell him it was an accident, though.

"Do something about it, then. Use your fingers."

He doesn't need to be told twice. To Barkilara, that's one of the best sights in the world, and one of his biggest victories. Playing with his ass needs time, patience, and allowing himself to relax, which is something Ohmrom never does willingly. Seeing him so excited about it is a good thing.

Strong muscles tense when he kneels, and Barkilara can see everything from his eyes, the way he sucks on his own fingers, coating them with saliva, probably because he doesn't have any kind of lube on him at the moment.

"You look so good when you kneel… " the devil teases, his own hand moving slowly, just engraving the image into his brain. " I'm almost jealous of everyone that has seen you pray. Makes me want to take your soul from them even more."

Ohmrom shivers, a finger pressed into his rim, breathing down like he has been taught, forcing his muscles to relax. He caresses the skin with mere curiosity, and he bites his lip just in time not to let out a sigh.

"Careful ," and it's not just advice, but a warning. " Are you going to deny me the pleasure of hearing you losing your mind while you fuck yourself? Thinking about me?"

He can almost feel him gulp.

"Sorry."

Barkilara sighs, the human's insecurities a big handicap he still has to deal with.

"What's so bad about enjoying it? Does your stupid religion teach you anything but how to feel guilty about absolutely everything?"

He feels Ohmrom's rage, mixed with something else. He likes degradation, but his religion is a sore subject. Barkilara knows better, or at least, he should.

"It just… enrages me that you feel bad about what we do, sometimes. Wanting is something all beings do."

Ohmrom relaxes, his body tired, but equally determined. Still a little bit defensive about a matter that shouldn’t really be that difficult.

"I'm working on it."

"I know. And know that my people also frown upon what we are doing. But nobody is going to take you from me, you hear me?."

A smile appears on human lips, and for a second, nobody says anything.

"I take I'm feeding you well, then."

Barkilara snorts, and fuck, he wants to kiss that warm mouth and make it his.

"Oh, you give me way more than whatever I could think of when we made our pact."

He doesn’t apologize. He never does. Devils don’t apologize unless it’s to someone higher in rank, and even with that, it hurts their pride. So he does the only thing he knows to do. To be honest, way more honest than his human can be.

“I just want you to enjoy it as much as you can.”

This time, Ohmrom relaxes completely, his smile a little crooked when Barkilara keeps whispering into his ear, so low he could mistake it for a wandering thought, but he knows better. He feels the devil’s joy, his approval, when he circles his ass with careful movements, closing his eyes and letting himself exhale, still not a moan, but better than before.

“Thinking about my tongue, huh? I love to do that to you. I love the way you hold my head because you don’t want me to stop.”

Ohmrom does moan at that, at his words, giving himself a couple of seconds to relax before a finger goes in, probably sensing that he would come way too soon if he just kept listening. Saliva is, of course, not a good substitute for lube, so his expression is uncomfortable as he slowly fingers himself, stretching himself a little.

“If it’s too much…”

“Not enough,” Ohmrom corrects him, his breath uneven. “I want you. Onir , I want you…”

“Believe me, if I could, you wouldn’t feel lonely ever again. Not a single night.”

Ohmrom shivers, his eyes still closed. The discomfort becomes less overwhelming, and he slowly adds a second finger, still listening to him.

“What would you do?” he asks, his voice trembling, a strike of bravery in his little heart. Barkilara cherishes it, feeling the blood pumping through it.

“I would fuck that little body of yours, drink from you and leave you dry.”

The human tenses, his neglected cock twitching as he whines in desperation.

“Would you like that, my little pet?”

He knows he is pushing him too hard, his emotions bubbling, sweat and blush making his skin as tempting as a ripe fruit.

“... Yes.”

It’s worth it, anyways.

“Good. Now start fucking yourself with those fingers of yours. Give me a good show.”

He knows that his legs hurt, the posture not optimal, but so, so goddamn beautiful Barkilara catches himself touching himself faster, enthralled. Poisoned by the sight.

“Curl your fingers ,” he suggests, almost breathless. Ohmrom obeys almost immediately, his movements a little slow, but still quicker than he is used to. It must burn, Barkilara can almost feel it, but he still doesn’t stop, maybe trying to emulate the feeling of being stretched wide by him. “ That’s it. Attaboy.”

His words are interrupted by a moan, louder than before, and the human repeats the movement, his legs shaking in the process, the feeling so intense it reaches Barkilara’s brain, a growl escaping his mouth even before his hand moves.

“Touch yourself. Fuck , touch yourself. I want to see you come.”

He fears that his words are enough to push the human over the edge, but luckily enough, they don’t. He pumps himself with his free hand, and the devil can feel that he is close, struggling to even breathe, moans that feel so desperate that he wants to either put an end to that misery, or keep him toeing over the edge forever. He keeps looking, his own hand faster, breathing down, deeply, even if he doesn’t really have to.

“You… close?” Ohmrom manages to pronounce, his brain muddled with so many emotions and sensations, the cold air around him, but still knowing that he is not alone.

“Yeah,” Barkilara answers, breathless, because he is, because he is indeed getting a good show, his little human so devoted to him, so eager to receive everything he can give him.

Ohmrom smiles, and it’s almost a little smug. Almost proud, another part of him shining through his cracks. The devil loves every single detail, every part of his.

“You’re beautiful… ” he whispers, and Ohmrom blushes, hard, the string that keeps his brain and body together snapping, his orgasm so strong he almost falls, his whole body shaking, ragged breaths coming from his mouth. His hair, long and a little disheveled, has become a mess, sweat making it stick to his forehead, unraveled like a wild beast. “ Fuck, that’s it, you’re so fucking…”

He growls, saving the sight in his brain, keeping it for future needs, so, so frustrated with his previous encounter that his orgasm is almost violent. He spills himself all over his stomach, but he doesn’t really give a flying fuck, because his human is smiling, a ragged chuckle taking his hair out of his face.

“Was it good?” he asks, and Barkilara knows what he really wants to ask if he was good. He decides to give him what he wants.

“Perfect. You were perfect. How do you feel?”

“ Perfect ,” Ohmrom echoes, and Barkilara can feel his pain, but he also feels the way his muscles relax, so spent, his body and mind grateful for the experience. “I don’t know if I can move, though.”

“Rest, then. You know I always have my eye on you.”

Ohmrom chuckles like a teenager in love, and Barkilara strangely finds it endearing. A dark thought that he has had many, many times, emerges from his psyche, and this time, he decides to swallow his pride and just say it.

“Will there be a place for me… ” he starts, uncharacteristically unsure. “ ... when you find someone to give you the life you want?”

A peaceful life. Drinking hot cocoa with his husband, and a myriad of cats. He doesn’t really fit in there, does he?

“If I find someone,” Ohmrom answers, his voice sweet like honey. “You’re still going to be in my life. In my heart. In my bed. That doesn’t have to change, if you don’t want it to.”

Barkilara smiles, relieved. No, even if he does get to feel a little jealous, he doesn’t want that to change. He doesn’t want anything to change.

“You like big ones, ” he says, matter-of-factly. “ It would be my pleasure to have my way with you in such a body.”

“Then I would be glad to offer myself to the two loves of my life.”

It sounds weird as soon as he says it, and the way he blushes makes Barkilara roar in laughter.

“You really have no sense of self preservation, do you?”

Ohmrom’s expression is mortified, afraid of having said something that has ruined the mood. Unbeknownst to him, it’s kind of the opposite.

“You… Do you feel disgusted by it?”

Barkilara looks up to the ceiling, being asked probably the easiest and also most difficult question he has ever answered. He thinks about his previous partner, about how it was physically impossible for him to focus on them, his mind plagued with pretty humans with pretty scars, with the warmest eyes.

“Of course not. Far from it.”

That’s everything he says, but it seems to be a win for Ohmrom. A smile goes back to his features, and everything is fine again.

“That’s… that’s great.”

He lets himself fall to the bed, and Barkilara does the same, the ceiling so strangely, goddamn interesting suddenly.

“Your soul still belongs to me, though. The pact still stands.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Their awkward moment gets interrupted by a very polite knock on Ohmrom’s bedroom. The kind of politeness that augurs a painful encounter, but Ohmrom still gets up, his legs wobbly, putting some pants on and quickly cleaning himself with the sheets before going to the door.

When he opens it, he sees nobody at first, but he looks down, and there’s that pink, tiefling girl. Not like the violet one they used to know. This one is wearing a dark nightgown, and even without makeup, her features look sharp and tired.

“I have been hearing you moan for a while, but I wanted to be polite,” she says with that elegant accent of hers, dark eyes blinking in what’s most likely sleepiness. “I get that you are having fun, but can you… how do you say it… fuck less noisy?”

Barkilara lets out a laugh that contrasts with Ohmrom’s pale face.

“I… we…”

“I didn’t hear any other voice, though. Just you. And you were talking to someone,” she continues, her voice a little absent. He probably woke her up. “That, or you are amazing at pretending not to be alone.”

Barkilara whispers into her brain, in Infernal, loud so Ohmrom can hear him too, because he feels like watching the world burn that night. He deserves that kind of fun.

“As you may suspect, he is rarely alone.”

It’s her turn to get pale as a ghost, which goes strangely well with the kind of clothes she wears.

“ Bon… Well… I… I’ll see you around then.”

And like that, she flees, her paleness becoming a deep blush that makes her look like a little, blooming flower.

Ohmrom closes the door, still speechless. His legs shake until he manages to get inside the bed, screaming into his pillow just a second later.

Barkilara sighs, relaxing in his own bed. A well spent evening, alright.