#i wanna give him a cushy life

[missrosegold]

Look, I know the chances of Dabi getting out of jail/rehab after the main storyline are slim to none BUT IM JUST SAYING: if he was ever able to be released, I would totally make him into my house husband. No questions asked. 🥺🥺

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Ｇｉｒｌ Ｕｎｄｅｒ Ｙｏｕ ♡

♡ Pairings: gynecologist!seonghwa! x chubby!afab!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: Scheduling your yearly check up with your OBGYN can be nerve-wracking. Especially when your doctor's Park Seonghwa. Finally getting up the courage to visit, you do all you can to conceal the not so appropriate feelings you have towards him. Not only is it inappropriate but he surely doesn't feel the same. Right?

♡ Word Count: 3.2k-ish

♡ Warnings: reader has a vagina and identifies as a woman. we're at the OBGYN so this is ultra vagina city. pervy Dr. Park Seonghwa, you too are a perv tbh it's mutual, shy/touch starved reader, body worship, nipple/breast play, fingering (gentle & rough), unprotected sex, cum marking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby, etc), a lil rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), nonsexual use of the word slut (not in a bad way), it gets bitey for a second, examination kink, soft dom Hwa vibes.

♡ A/N: Listen, I can explain. It's all on @anyamaris for encouraging me to begin with. Blame her!

Important note: If you have a vagina go get it checked out regularly. Your doctor will certainly not be Seonghwa dicking you down BUT it's an important and sometimes life saving appointment sooo make it or I'll fight you. K, love you, bye ♡

♡ ♡ ♡ “I wanna be that guy. I'll wreck you right up, guy. I'll lie down face up, guy. The girl under you, guy.” ~ Lady Gaga ~ ♡♡ ♡

“Date of your last period? Any abnormal cramping or bleeding? Any chance of pregnancy?” the nurse fires off questions, tapping your answers into the laptop balanced on her hip.

Sitting on the exam table, your feet dangling off the edge, you try not to get whiplash from how quickly she whirls around the room loading a tray with supplies for your exam. The office is unexpectedly short staffed today, forcing her to play the role of nurse and human octopus. You understand how overwhelmed she must be but pray that she stops soon. Your anxiety was already bad enough coming in here. This nervous energy is not helping. 

“Last question, honey” she says, turning to face you, “Oh, have you been sexually active recently?” She cracks a playful smile, clearly expecting your answer to be something that it isn’t.

“No” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. Look at how shiny those tile floors are. Has this exam table always been this cushy? Such a marvelous generic art print that is hanging by the door.

The nurse’s eyes widen, a hand clutched to her chest in shock, “You went to Coachella and didn’t get laid?” 

“Nurse Kim! Can we not today?” you pout, in no mood to have this conversation right now. 

Being a longtime patient here has a lot of perks. Getting closer to the nurses especially has been great for you. I mean, who doesn’t like getting the appointment slot they want every single time? But the drawback is that they like you enough to pick on you. Maybe it’s their way of breaking you out of your shell, getting you to be less shy, but you wish they wouldn’t. 

Nurse Kim shrugs, miming the zipping of her lips, “Okay, okay. I’ll mind my business.” Placing the supplies on the table, she grabs you a fresh hospital blue medical gown. “You know the deal, right? No shoes, no bra…” 

You nod along with her instructions, hopping down to kick your sneakers off. Finally she finishes and heads for the door to give you some privacy. “The doctor will be in shortly. Let me know if you need anything” she says, stopping halfway out the door. “You really didn’t bang anyone at Coachella. Wow. Girl, you’ve got to learn to live a little. You’re too hot not to slut it up!” 

“Thank you so much for everything. Goodbye. Bye!” you laugh, inching the door shut until she’s on the other side of it. 

Alone at last, you’re able to get out of your clothes and into your gown in peace and quiet. Well, “peace” might not be the word to describe what you’re feeling but at least you’re able to panic in silence. 

You really shouldn’t be as nervous as you are. You’ve been coming to this office for years. Everyone’s kind and welcoming. They always make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of. There’s definitely no part of you they haven’t seen so you have nothing to be ashamed of. Still there’s one thing—one major, heart pounding, pulse quickening thing—that makes you too nervous to function every time you’re here.

Your phone vibrates in your purse and you contemplate not answering but dig it out anyway figuring a little distraction can’t hurt. Unlocking your phone, you spot a text from your best friend. 

It reads: “Did you see Hot Doctor yet?” 

You giggle to yourself, typing back to her. “His name’s Seonghwa and not yet. Still waiting.”

“On a first name basis are we? Seonghwa. That’s even hot to say.”

“Dr. Park, I mean. His name is hot to say though. He’s hot. I fucking hate it.”

“Just give him your number already!”

“Sure. While he’s swabbing me I’ll be all ‘Hey, Dr. Park. Wanna go to lunch?’”

Your best friend responds with a meme of Megan thee Stallion sticking her tongue out. “Plot twist. The lunch is between my legs, daddy!”

You’re choking back laughter and tears, scrolling your phone for the perfect meme to send back when there’s a knock at the door. You nearly jump out of your skin, shoving your phone back into your purse. 

“Come in!” you shout, returning to the exam table just in time for the doctor to step in.

Everything moves in slow motion when Park Seonghwa enters the room. Ahem, Dr. Park. He is, as you and your best friend have come to call him, a hot doctor. The hottest doctor you’ve ever seen. His dark wavy hair’s pulled back into a high ponytail, loose pieces hanging to frame a face too gorgeous to look directly at. His bone structure’s immaculate, his lips soft and pink, and his voice… 

“Long time no see. How’s my favorite patient been?” he says, flashing that killer smile of his. That voice. That smile. It makes you want to faint. 

You laugh it off, hoping not to come off as flustered as you are. “Dr. Park, I’m not your favorite patient.”

Seonghwa takes a seat on a nearby rolling stool and spins his way over to you, making a cute woo noise when he does. It gets a giggle out of you which is exactly what he wanted. 

“Who says you aren’t?” he asks, sliding in closer, his hands disappearing behind your legs.

It’s hard to breathe when he’s this close, staring up at you from between your legs. The smell of his cologne dances around you, a sweet woodsy scent that you imagine might smell even better on top of you. Just the thought awakens a familiar tingle between your thighs that threatens to make you wet the crinkly paper blanket beneath you if you carry on like this. You know that you shouldn’t feel this way. He’s a doctor. He’s just doing his job. And here you are perving over him. 

“Dr. Park, anything else you need me to grab?” Nurse Kim asks, popping back into the room. Her appearance snaps you out of your trance and you force a smile to keep things normal. If you weren’t brain rotted and horny you'd swear Seonghwa had been reading your reaction that whole time. That he saw the effect he had on you and seemed somehow amused by it. But that’s factually insane. Get it together. 

The foot rests behind your legs, the reason Seonghwa reached back there to begin with, unfold with a creak. “No, I think we’re good” he answers before turning back to you, “Lay back for me and put your feet up. We’ll be done in no time, okay?” You follow his instructions, laying back on the table, readjusting yourself however he asks you to.

Closing your eyes, you rest your hands on your belly, impatiently waiting for this to be over. Though Seonghwa’s interest in what’s between your legs is purely medical, the fact remains that you hope he doesn’t find it ugly. You shaved for this, used this nice pH balancing rose water soap on it. You did everything but put makeup on it and throw it in a dress. You feel kinda silly now thinking back on it but your brain isn’t exactly logical when it comes to him. 

A few cranks of a speculum and cotton swabs later you’re done with the first part of your exam. “Good girl, you did well. The hardest part’s over” he praises, swapping his latex gloves out for a new pair. Your heart skips a beat at being called a “good girl”. He didn’t mean it that way but your body can’t differentiate between reality and how devastatingly sexy that was. Seonghwa turns to address the nurse and you quickly press your thighs together for some relief.

“I’ll send these off and go set up for the next patient” Nurse Kim says, grabbing your samples. She turns to smile at you one last time before disappearing from the room. “Remember what I said” she whispers, “Slut. It. Up.” Unfortunately, of all the things she’s skilled at whispering isn’t one of them and Seonghwa hears her.

Rising from his seat, he walks alongside you, stopping when he reaches your chest. “Just lower your gown for me for a second.”

You do as you’re told, carefully rolling your gown below your breasts. “So, slut it up, huh? What’s that about?” he teases, cold hands cupping one of your soft breasts. You inhale sharply at the contact, a thankfully normal reaction to cold hands touching you. Though for you it’s more that they’re his hands than anything.

“She thinks I need to get laid” you blurt out, caught off guard by your own bluntness.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, his fingertips pushing gently into your breast. “I’ll have to talk to her about that. She shouldn’t be judging people for their life choices.”

“I mean, it’s not really a life choice. I’m just not…I’m not a girl who…” you ramble, shutting yourself up immediately after realizing what you’re saying. Seonghwa pauses, glancing over at you, two fingers circling the perimeter of your nipple. It stiffens at the closeness, your touch starved body grateful for the attention. 

“Not a girl who what?” Seonghwa asks, genuinely interested.

It doesn’t seem that he’ll keep going if you don’t answer so you give in. “I don’t know, guys just don’t hit on me I guess. I’m not that girl.”

Seonghwa continues his examination, flattening his fingers at the base of your breast and dragging them up to your nipple. They bounce back each time, looking rounder and fuller as if he’s worked some magic on them.

“I don’t think that’s necessarily it” he sighs, moving on to the other breast, “A lot of men are intimidated by beautiful women.” 

Beautiful women? Did Park Seonghwa just call you a “beautiful woman”?

“B-beautiful?” you stutter, at a loss for what to do with yourself, “That’s really nice of you but I’m not…”

Seonghwa can’t help but smile at how adorable you are when he compliments you. You’re as good at concealing it as Nurse Kim is at whispering. Seonghwa knows that you’re attracted to him. To be fair, a lot of his patients are, but you are truthfully his favorite. Always so beautiful, always so easy to tease, and such a pretty pretty pussy that’s always wet for him. 

“But you are” he insists, both hands cradling your breast, thumbs running up the side, “You must have a mirror at home, no?” 

“Dr. Park, are you trying to make me blush?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows. 

The pads of his thumbs graze your hardening nipple and your back arches, a whimper lighter than air escaping your lips. You catch Seonghwa quickly nibbling at his bottom lip, his eyes glimmering at the shock and pleasure painting your face. You caught him. You saw it this time. Really saw it. 

Seonghwa knows he should stop here, end the examination, and send you on your way before he does something stupid. It’s just…that little moan you let out? It’s a melody he’s been fantasizing about since the first time you laid across his table. He has to hear it again.

“I don’t know. Is it, aaah…” he breathes in, one of his thumbs circling the tip of your bud, “Is it working?” 

Slipping his left hand back across your chest, he palms your other breast, pinching your sensitive nipple each time he rolls his wrist.

“Yes, it…oh god…it’s working” you mewl, your mouth falling open, moans pouring out at the perfect volume for only the two of you to hear.

Your feet tremble in the foot rests, your legs still spread to leave your dripping, vulnerable pussy exposed to the cool air of the room. Hypnotized by the sight of Seonghwa playing with your tits, high off the electric current it sends through your body, it’s easy to forget that you actually came here for a reason. 

“I should probably finish your exam” Seonghwa whispers, doing his best to ignore the hard cock pressing against his slacks. Your body may be tempting but it is technically his job to make sure you’re healthy too. His hands gradually cease their movement, gliding down to do away with the gown that was hardly hiding to your naked body.

“Fuck, look at you” he gasps, massaging your squishy belly, tracing your love handles, and rounding the curve of your hip to reach your thigh. His fingers dig into your thigh, savoring their softness all the way up to your core.

His gaze travels back up your body to those starry doe eyes that hang on his every move, “Think I’ll need the lube or are you already wet enough for me, baby?”

Seonghwa rubs two fingers along your slit, collecting your arousal on the tip of his glove. He brings them to his mouth, extending his long tongue to lick your juices up.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you” he hums, taking his time to enjoy the taste of you on his tongue. 

“Dr. Park, please…” you beg, thighs pressing together again, the need for his touch unbearable. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart” he apologizes, his fingers immediately returning to their place between your legs. “You want me to finger that perfect little cunt?” 

“Yes, please, I want…need it so bad.” 

Seonghwa brings his lips to yours, your eyes gleaming with lust as they meet, “You need it, baby? That bad, huh?” 

Two gloved fingers push into you, your pussy welcoming them with the tightest of hugs. “Fuck, yes, so good” you whine into his mouth as you begin to ride his fingers. Seonghwa dips his tongue between your lips, your mouths passionately crashing together. You grab the collar of his white coat, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss as his fingers work your core. Inside of you his fingers stimulate spots men who aren’t in his line of work wouldn’t even know existed. Some you didn’t even know could bring you such pleasure until now.

Your eyes squeeze shut, elbows giving out from under you, “Harder, Dr. Park, wanna feel you so deep.” 

Seonghwa catches your head before it can hit the cushion beneath you, lowering it down carefully as he draws another kiss from your lips. “Only if you promise to be a good girl and be quiet for me.” 

“I p-promise. Quiet. I’ll be…” you moan, throwing your hands over your mouth when he suddenly picks up the pace. Shifting between your legs, he tucks a hand behind your right knee and pushes it to your chest. Your palms are sweating, fingers locked together to keep you from screaming. Seonghwa’s fingers are much deeper than you thought they could go and his pace is too unforgiving for you to brace yourself for any of it.

“Ssh, ssh, you’re getting too loud, baby” he teases, coming in to kiss your inner thigh. Your juices stream down his fingers, soaking the thin paper beneath you. Hating to waste something so delicious, he begins licking around his own fingers. Between your lips. Around your clit. Anywhere his fingers send it splashing, he licks it clean. 

Your hands begin to slip from your mouth, your poor wrecked little body going too limp to keep it together. Thinking quickly, you bite down on your hand just enough to keep the noise in but you aren’t sure how long it’ll last. You’re dangerously close to coming. You can feel it and Seonghwa does too. Your hole’s so greedy, sucking him in and refusing to let go. It’s just begging to come but he won’t let it. Not like this at least.

Reaching down, he blindly fumbles around with his pants until he feels his cock spring free. He groans into your pussy as he closes his hand around his cock, rocking in and out of his own grip.

“Dr. Park, I’m gonna, mmph, aaah, fuck…gonna come” you squeal, hips stuttering against his face.

“Fuck, yes, come for me, sweetheart” he grins, rimming the head of his cock with his thumb, “You wanna come on my cock?” 

Seonghwa’s proposal has you biting down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark. “Oh god, yes, fuck me please. Fuck me, Seonghwa.”

Popping his fingers free, he grabs you by your legs and drags you down until your ass hangs off of the table. “Seonghwa!” you cry out, eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you. That stretch. That one exhilarating, earth shattering stretch, is all it takes to ruin you.

“Mmm, that’s it, come baby. Give it to me” he moans, hips snapping into your fluttering core. You expect, like any other orgasm, for your high to fade after the initial peak but it doesn’t. You’re still there. And your body’s giving out. You brain’s going hazy. You can’t take it but you want to even if it makes you go crazy. 

Seonghwa’s eyes never leave your pretty face, never stop eating up how hot you are when you’re at his mercy. The sensation of his own high crashing down on him has him pushing your thighs together, the thickness of them making your pussy feel twice as tight around him.

“So fucking tight, shit, you’re gonna make me come. Where do you want it?” 

“I, ooh, I want it…want.” The words are there but you struggle so very hard to find them. You dig deep, collecting the strength needed to run your hand down your belly and spread your folds for him. Your voice is so cute and broken when you say, “On me.”

Seonghwa folds immediately, pulling out to coat your clit in the thick warmth spilling from his cock. Stopping to catch his breath, he leaves it there resting against your clit. Both of you twitching together, his seed dripping down your pussy so that no part of you isn’t marked by him. 

“Don’t clean it off” he instructs, kissing down your leg as he places your feet back in the foot rests, “Leave it so you’ll think of me when you’re driving home.” 

Easing your fingers from between your folds, you pop them into your mouth, sucking them like a lollipop. “Anything else, Dr. Park?” 

Seonghwa zips his pants up, searching his brain for any other pressing information. “That depends, are you free tonight?” 

“Hmm, let me think” you muse, staring off into space for dramatic effect. “I can be. That depends on what you had in mind.”

“Well, I was thinking I could pick you up for dinner and then…” He blows you a kiss that communicates his plan wonderfully, “Dinner.” 

You giggle, your sweet little crush on him more severe than ever, “Sure, I’d like that but, hold on, you don’t know where I live.” 

Seonghwa takes his gloves off, tossing them in the trash can by the door. “You’re my patient, remember? I literally have all of your personal information.”

“Isn’t that, like, a violation of patient privacy or something?” 

Seonghwa laughs off your comment, walking over to sneak in a goodbye kiss. “I’ve already violated your privacy once today, sweetheart. Can't hurt to do it again”

[mncxbe]

Hi! I just want to say that I love your writing so much aaaaah! I was wondering if you could do prompt 18 (They eat you out for the first time) with Ranpo -I just know he likes that-

I hope you have a wonderful day! Sending tons of love to you and your writing ♡

tysm nonnie and sorry it took me so long to answer. i hope you like it and i wish you the best weekend🩷

18 — They eat you out for the first time

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: barely proofread, head (fem! receiving), pet names: sugar, baby, sweetie

"Please, sugar, you promised me you'd let me do it" whined your boyfriend, his lips pursing in a desperate pout.

Your relationship with Ada's greatest detective was quite fresh, so you were trying to discover each other, to build a deeper bond and intimacy. With that purpose in mind, Ranpo was adamant to give you head and after a few weeks of being subjected to his incessant pleas and puppy eyes, you actually caved in.

Within minutes, your boyfriend had you sprawled on the couch with your legs hooked over his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs. He lapped at your cunt like a starved man, moaning against your puffy folds every time he felt you getting wetter.

"God, sweetie you taste so good, so fucking good." he said in a ragged voice, pressing a quick kiss to your inner thigh before returning to your clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Your hands instantly gripped his hair, pulling him closer to your needy cunt "P-please Ranpo there. Don't stop" you pleaded and he obeyed, his lips wrapping around your clit, gently sucking on it while his middle and ring finger found their way inside you.

" 's good like this baby? Want me to go faster?" he cooed, pumping his digits in and out of your dripping hole but you were too far gone to answer. The babbles you blurted out were covered by the squelching sounds your pussy made.

You've never been wetter in your entire life, your juices dripping onto the cushy fabric of the couch, staining it. Your mind got foggier, breath growing irregular as he pushed you to your high. Ranpo could tell you were close, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Wanna cum, sugar?"

You nodded frantically, pulling at his roots as the tight knot in your tummy snapped and your juices spilled on his tongue, making the man moan in pleasure. He gripped your thighs, pushing his tongue inside your cunt to lap up your sweet essence before licking a stripe all the way to your clit.

When you eventually looked down at him and saw the shit eating grin on his face you knew you were far from done–"So what do you say, sweetie?" asked your boyfriend "Ready for round two?"

[bunni-v1]

Would you do A, C, I, J, O, Q, R & X for Jamil and Idia? Ik it's a lot but,, I love my boys;;

🍓A lot is fine! I'm pretty sure I answered some of these for Idia already, so I'll have to find those posts and link them!

Jamil

A - Affection: Jamil isn't exactly Mr. Affection. It's not like he'll NEVER be affectionate with you, he just rarely thinks to be affectionate. His parents aren't cuddly, and he rarely got any affection from anyone in his life, so, of course, he himself isn't super affectionate. However, once he gets a taste? He's hooked like it's heroin or smth. He cannot get enough of the feeling of being adored by someone.

C - Cuddles: Like I said, once he gets a taste he can't stop. Cuddles may just be his favorite type of affection. He won't ever cuddle up to you in front of others for the sake of both your reputations, but when you're alone he's always game. Any kind of cuddles too. Watching a movie, playing games, doing homework, taking a nap? He's down.

I - I love you: It takes Jamil a while to say that he loves you. He doesn't want to commit to loving someone in case you want to back out when you get a taste of the life he lives. He waits until he's sure you won't leave him behind at a moment's notice to say I love you. When he does say it, it's so soft and genuine and vulnerable it almost breaks your heart.

J - Jealous: Jamil is... an odd case? It's not like he doesn't get jealous at all, it's just only with specific people. Randoms at the college, whatever, they can do what they want they aren't worth your time. People like Leona Kalim or Malleus? He's gonna wanna raise hell. He knows that he can't provide a cushy lifestyle, so he feels threatened by the people who CAN give you that.

O - Open: Jamil is not an open person. He is so good at lying sometimes he can fool himself. Still, he does try to open up to you. He makes an effort to be vulnerable and himself, it's just hard and it comes slowly. Little by little he peels back his layers for you, and he only gets more and more comfortable opening up the longer you're together.

Q - Quizzes: Jamil knows everything about you. From your favorite color to that obscure ass tv show only you have heard of but won't stop talking about. He knows your tells of happiness and of discomfort. He knows how to calm you down when you're angry, and he knows how to cheer you up when you're sad. He prides himself on his ability to read others, and you are no exception.

R - Remember: Jamil loves the day that you both actually got together. You and he were having another "tutoring" session where you both laughed and joked around instead of studying. You'd been talking for weeks and toeing the line between love and friendship. You were the one who took the big step, asking him what you were to him, and he answered "Someone I'd like to spend a long time with."

X - Xtra: Jamil is really amazing at doing his own hair. He can put it in a million different fancy ass styles, and sit there patiently for hours as he winds intricate braids into it. When it comes to other people's hair though? He sucks. He cannot for the life of him apply the skills for his hair on other people. The first time he tried with Najma was the last time he was allowed to touch her head. He could learn if he really needed to, it's just not as simple with another person's head.

Idia

A - Affection: Answered here

C - Cuddles: Idia LOVES cuddles, but you didn't hear that from him. He's pretty touch-adverse for a long while into your relationship, but eventually, he starts warming up to physical affection. Once he does, he really can't stop himself. He loves the feeling of you pressed up close to him, and how safe you are with him wrapped around you. (and vice-versa).

I - I love you: Idia won't say it first. There's just no way you get it out of him. He's too nervous he's gonna overstep a boundary, so even if he really wants to, his pretty little lips are sealed. When you do say it though, he is so relieved. Seriously, he was starting to worry he was the only one who felt that way.

J - Jealous: Answered here

O - Open: Answered here

Q - Quizzes: Answered here

R - Remember: Idia's favorite memory isn't anything special, at least in his mind. The day he realized that he loved you, is probably his favorite day ever. You were sitting on his lap trying to beat this boss for the millionth time, and you were getting really pissed. Idia said he could do it for you, but you were so damn determined. When you finally did beat it, you jumped up and pranced around his room like it was the biggest achievement in the world. From how happy you looked, it must've been to you, and Idia realized that he wanted to see you happy like that forever. He realized that he loved your smile and that -- oh sevens, he loves you.

X - Xtra: So, we know that Idia's hair changes color based on emotion and stuff, but there's no way that's all it can do. You can touch it when it's just the regular firey blue, that doesn't hurt, but when it flares up in anger the room he's in becomes a sauna. Do not touch it, it will give you a huge burn and Idia will be left feeling awful for weeks after. When it's pinkish, it emits this soft warm heat that's pleasant. Like a campfire. You've asked to roast marshmallows over it, and Idia replied with utmost confidence, "It doesn't work :("

[teecupangel]

Is it just me, or does Arno have a fat head? It's just... his head is very round, with chubby cheeks. Is he actually old enough to have a drinking problem? Or is he just part chipmunk?

Monsieur de la Serre died when Arno was 20~21 so we’re in the clear even if the 1700s had a lower age restriction.

I wanna say Arno has chubby cheeks because he had a cushy life as a ward of the de la Serre but, then again, he was pretty much used as an errand boy and can already parkour by then.

Another possible explanation is that he’s wearing clothes that actually don’t fit him?

Like, this is his pre-Assassin clothes (there’s a lot of creases which might mean he’d been wearing these clothes since he was a bit smaller):

And it’s the clothes, I think, because he looks fine (to me) in these unhooded special outfits:

Then he gets his first Assassin robes:

And the upgrades:

Other possible outfit sets (with Master Sans-Culottes outfit that gives the illusion that his legs seemed to be thin compared to his upper body because vertical lines do that to our brain):

And also these legacy outfits:

In conclusion, Arno looks the best, in my opinion, with a bigger set of outfits and a larger hood.

[sepublic]

I don’t know why I made this

*Luz enters the scene to see an injured Hunter*

Luz: Hunter! Where is he…

Belos: Well if it isn’t Luzura. Just a little too late, as usual.

Luz: Philip?! Impressive little spell you’ve got there, but your plan ends here.

Belos: Fool. You’re not ending our plan, you’re expanding it. Check Penstagram lately?

*Luz’s scroll vibrates and she opens it to see a frantic Raine on the other end*

Raine: Luz! The covenscouts have left Blight Industries.

Luz: What? How’d they know?

Raine: Belos has eyes everywhere, the isles are up in arms!

Luz: How did they… Alador destroyed the Abomatons? Then Belos’ plan is ruined…

Raine: The hell it is! The story just went live, and already the covens are talking of the dangers of wild magic!

Luz: But no covenscouts were harmed.

Belos: And yet coven authority was defied.

Luz: By a coven witch! Besides, the loss of a few million snails is tragic, but nothing to punish an entire way of life over!

Belos: That’s just the spark, child! The excuse we’ve been waiting for! The Boiling Isles has wanted this spell for years! The Titan, he knew covens were good for magic, millennia later and his will lingers on.

Luz: The Day of Unity…

Belos: He left us his great covens… Potions! Abominations! The Emperor’s Coven! Welcome institutions for those with no faith, without guiding communities of their own. Give yourself up to the whole; No need to think for yourself! You’re part of a coven, you fit in! Then the only thing left is wild magic, so we’ll do whatever it takes to keep it sealed! Even genocide. ESPECIALLY genocide.

Luz: Bullshit!

Belos: The Titan planted his seed, we don’t need him around to filter and foster his message any longer. We’re spreading it just fine ourselves! Every witch and demon… We’re all children of the Titan now!

Belos: We just need something to unite this population. This loss of faith since the death of the Titan!

Luz: And the Day of Unity? Forcing countless to abandon their homes is going to help the community?

Belos: Covens, utopia; Creating a sense of belonging, Luz! All those witches, binding themselves with a coven seal, trust me; A little persecution can work wonders!

Luz: So create a sense of Us VS Them? Is that it?

Belos: Relax, Luz. It’s a war on wild magic. We’re not out to kill civilians… Rebels. Criminals. Wild witches.

Luz: …

Belos: Of course, that would have to include you. Wouldn’t want any witnesses to my memories complicating the message!

 -

Belos: Slippery little brat. I don’t have time for this!

*Belos powers up*

Luz: Oh, you gotta be kidding me!

Belos: Let’s. GO.

Luz: The hell are you thinking-

Belos: GRAUGH

*Belos catches Luz by surprise with a sudden force of power*

Belos: Played sports y’know.

Luz: At that cushy St. Epiderm!

Belos: Try Gravesfield High! Could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t joined the coven. I’m not like one of those magic cheaters. I could break the pope in two, with my BARE HANDS! Don’t fuck with this Emperor!

Luz: What the hell are you?!

Belos: Hahahaha! Why don’t you stick around and find out?

-

Luz: Typical dictator… Big promises, but all talk.

Belos: What?!

Luz: ‘The Titan’s will’? What a load of BULLSHIT! All you care about is gaining power and control over witches… That, and your approval ratings! You’ve got no coven bindings, just like all the wild witches! If the isles are plagued by wild magic, you’re just another practitioner!

Belos: All right. The truth then. You’re right about ONE thing. I do need magic, and witches in my coven. Wanna know why? I have a dream!

Luz:

Luz: wut

Belos: That one day, humanity and all those in God’s domain will be unfettered by the sins of magic! A world of the truly righteous, dammit! A world of virtue, not magic, ruled by faith, not anarchy! Where the demons cower before humanity, NOT the other way around! Where freedom and security are back where they belong, in the hands of the devout! Where every human is free to think and act for themselves! Damn all these brainwashing witches and backstabbing covenscouts! Damn this 24/7 Penstagram spew of memes and coven propaganda! Damn “The Titan’s Will”, damn the bards! Damn all of it! The Demon Realm is diseased, rotten to the core. There’s no saving it. We need to pull it out by the roots, wipe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new humanity will be born! Enlightened, but untempted! The freaks will be purged, and the normal thrive, free to live as they see fit. THEY’LL MAKE HUMANITY GREAT AGAIN!

Luz: What the hell are you talking about?!

Belos: You still don’t get it. I’m using magic to become powerful! So I can END magic with this power. In my new world, humans will die, and KILL, for the God they believe! Not for magic. Not for witches! Not for what they’re told is ‘right’, every human will be free to pursue their own faith!

Belos: So, what do you think?

Luz: How the hell did you get elected…??!?

Belos: Well, I don’t write my own speeches. You should try fighting for the humans YOU have back home, not for a coven or for a Titan or any other demon!

Luz: Maybe I was wrong about you…

Belos: Am I finally getting through?! I’ll rid this world of evil, Luz.

Luz: I was wrong… You’re not greedy.

Luz: …You’re batshit insane!

Belos: WHA-

Belos: We’re making the mother of all omelettes here, Luz! Can’t fret over every palisman!

Luz: Not when you’re ‘saving humanity’, right? What do you know about being human? You weren’t ostracized. You’ve never been the outcast. You don’t know what it’s like to be put in a box, punished just for being who you are!

Belos: But you WERE punished! And you learned from your mistakes, growing to become a better person! With your own two hands, you took back your life among society!

Luz: And now, I’ll take yours…

-

Luz: Why won’t you die?!

Belos: Palismen souls, Luz. They heal me in response to physical trauma. You CAN’T hurt me, Luz!

Belos: What did I just say? Time to end this. DIE! DIE! DIE YOU WICKED WITCH!

*Luz is seemingly defeated*

Belos: All right, I think we’re about done here.

Hunter: Luz!

Luz: Hunter!

Hunter: Repeat his message, Flapjack.

Flapjack: “For my entire life, I’ve been working toward this. And on the last day, Evelyn has me doubting the whole thing. We’ll leave it up to fate then, shall we Flap? A duel to the death. May the best brother win…”

Luz: Caleb…

Flapjack: “I cut him down, and that’s that. Back to our regularly-scheduled magic. But if he beats me, if I die here… I want you to lend your power to a new witch. Whatever happens after that, is up to you Flapjack.”

Belos: Even dead, that guy is a pain in my ass. So… You think that little bird can save your friend? Well go ahead then! But make no mistake, Hunter; When I’m finished with her, you’re next!

Hunter: You didn’t make me to fear death.

Belos: Eh?

Hunter: However, my purpose as the Golden Guard is to support the Emperor unconditionally. To die here would violate that mission.

Belos: That’s a good nephew.

Hunter: However, Luz showed me friendship… I’ve learned from her. When I saw your memories, I wasn’t sure what to think. But that’s changed. I’ve established new relationships now, created my own dreams.

Belos: You little fuck- !

*Despite his efforts, Hunter succeeds in throwing Flapjack to Luz*

Belos: Damn Grimwalker!

*Belos hurts Hunter, as usual*

Luz: BELOSSSSS!!!!!

Luz: I said my staff was a tool of magic. Not used as a means to an end. Not used for violence. But now… Now I’m not so sure… And besides: This isn’t my staff.

Belos: Come on!

Luz: Okay… Let’s dance!

*They fight and Luz deals the decisive blow*

Belos: Well done, Luz…

Luz: Your dream dies with you.

Belos: Maybe not… You’ve guaranteed the demon realm will go on, for a while longer at least. Magic will continue as a practice, as a temptation. Humans will be drawn into evils they don’t understand. False idols, they don’t believe in. But at least I’ll leave a worthy successor… You, Luz. You’re a human hero who’s left your own impact here, changed these witches and demons. You don’t let their norms get in the way. And if it costs the lives of the monsters? So be it…

*Luz finishes Belos off and he lies dying*

Belos: Heh-heh… Deep inside, we’re… Kindred spirits… You… and I…

[koreanpepamadrigal]

hi y'all! happy opening 🎉 as a housewarming gift, i (yun, 20+, s/h) bring what the cat dragged in: miss KYUNG SEOYOUNG, your friendly neighbour grad student ta who you see more than the actual professor.

more under the cut, with both ims & discord available for plotting upon request! like this 4 plotting, and i'll come say hi! ♡

pre-sua: much like her parents, she stays unregistered. they're living a nice cushy life parading as humans, and they want the same for seoyoung. tell her to keep her mutation a secret, and she'll do fine.

and yk what, they're right! she's living the life! gets into her dream university after she graduates from high school, and even manages to date a nice guy!

and well…. attitudes towards mutants are changing. she lets him in on her little m-word secret, and everything's peachy keen- till she gets an internship and he doesn't.

that's when he lets slip to their school that she's a big bad. she's kicked out of the university, the government's on her ass, and it's on top of the news cycle for a week.

she spins it as best as she can; a dumb, silly girl who was of course getting around to registering when questioned by the relevant authorities--- it's not her fault she found out during finals season! there's interest in the case, and she capitalises off it in hopes the attention will mean lesser repercussions. she's just a girl who wanted to live a quiet normal life like everyone else, ok? :(

girlbossed, gaslit and gatekept (from university)

goes to show that dating men is probably the worst thing you can do to yourself

'lying is ok if it gets you what you want' - seoyoung, probably

anyway, sua opens its doors shortly after, and she gets back on track! she's more than happy to take the patch rash in exchange for a degree, thanks.

currently, she's pursuing a phd in one of sua's labs and regretting it... she's determined to stick it out, though, simply out of spite. her advisor may be the worst person to walk the face of the earth, but seoyoung's absolutely not giving her the satisfaction of quitting

for plotting's sake, i'll keep the classes she tas for pretty vague-- if they take a science class/lab, let's gaurrr. staff shortages also have her covering for unrelated classes, so it's really a toss-up re: whether she actually knows the content or not.

if u've read this far... send me a welcome msg w/ a science class ur muse would take and we can figure it out from there... i'll even throw in a funny seoyoung-esque email reply... ooo u wanna message me so bad 🌀🌀🌀

emails students back at 5am. uses emojis and thinks ‘😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❓❓❓❓❓’ constitutes a proper reply. has fucky signoffs- if you ask her a dumb question, expect a: Why?, Kyung Seoyoung

serious serious ‘Sent from my iPhone’ energy

please don’t talk to her, she has no self control and will talk to you for 4h instead of getting work done.

is also a ra at yellow hall. if it comes down to the resident vs her free housing? she's picking the housing every time. doesn't care that much, though. just don't fuck around during her rounds and she'll close an eye to whatever.

takes weather-related requests and charges an arm and leg for it. if you want your first date to be sunny, be prepared to cough up for it per hour.

always tired, but also always awake.

will never miss an offer to drink and bitch about her advisor, and is quite possibly landsliding towards alcoholism.

connection ideas: late 20s and up squad... / undergrads who love her as a ta / undergrads who hate her as a ta / yellow hall residents / someone who pissed her off and is now being rained on 24/7 / someone who really wants x weather but isn't willing to/can't cough up the $$ to make it happen... they WILL be bothering her for it tho!

[beastwars-transformers]

It’s Soundwave Sunday

So let me try to put my indulgent headcanon into words.

First of all, it all stems from the fact that TFP SW is purple, and the top part of his head resembles a crown/diadem…

(I get it’s supposed to be the decepticon symbol and even TV antennae…but bear with me).

Both of these led to the idea that Soundwave was once a member of the higher classes, what could be considered royalty in the olden days of Cybertron. Another thing is that the people who took him in when he emerged from the Well is that they were aware of his surveillance abilities and wanted to use that. So giving him a life of luxury above the dredges is one way to ensure someone’s loyalty, especially a newly formed being with no life experience whatsoever. And Soundwave was happy to comply. Such an easy life in exchange for listening in on their servants and slaves, tracking them, ensuring troublemakers were punished? Seemed fine to him.

But something happened one day…I’m not quite sure, but the high caste group Soundwave once belonged to wanted to get rid of him. He broke some unspoken law, he saw and heard too much, said something that worried them, and they casted him out to die. And on the verge of his light going out, the minicons found him. Essentially what happened in IDW happens for TFP SW; Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, and Laserbeak discovered him nearly dead, and took him in to recover. And for them, he is eternally grateful.

Here he also got perspective beyond just doing the high castes’ surveillance work. He witnessed firsthand the oppression of the lower classes, and especially the discrimination against the minicons, the ones who saved his life. All 5 of them bonded, the minicons attaching themselves to SW, and he vowed to fight for a better future for the ones who gave him a second chance.

The next part was confirmed in one of the books: Soundwave became a gladiator in Kaon, and I’d imagine that becoming the champion gives you some rights despite being so low class. Not a lot, but enough to make someone kill to get it. Unlike the book, I wanna say that it was during a fight for the title is where he met Megatron. With the help of the minicons, Soundwave bested him, but offered mercy. So long as Megatron allowed him to aid in the revolution he was planning.

The only next important part is when, after meeting with Orion Pax, the day came when Megatron and Orion went to the council to give their demands. Once Orion was given the title over Megatron, Soundwave saw trouble.

One reason Soundwave found hope in Megatron was the fact that Megatron had little to lose. The Champion of Kaon had no family, no friends, no home; he only has the revolution against the caste system. Orion ruined that. He became a friend to Megatron, a lover, someone to care about. Someone with a cushy job in a library, despite his ideals matching Megatron’s. Orion was a weakness.

This became worse when Orion became a prime. Soundwave lost all trust, what little he had, in Orion. Because he knew too well what a life in the high class did to people. What it did to him. It makes you blind, deaf, uncaring to the plight of the oppressed. Even the most virtuous are corrupted by its sirensong (when Optimus offered Skyquame the chance to end the war, he cries “I will never obey the order of a prime!” It wasn’t about Optimus; it was the title he specified. Primes were just as complacent in the oppression as the high class). And when it’s someone so close to the real leader of the revolution…Megatron might just compromise his people.

So Soundwave amplified the voice in Megatron’s head; you should be leader. The primes are untrustworthy. You deserve that power. No one else can free our planet. Orion is gone and dead. He betrayed you.

It wasn’t manipulation. Soundwave believed all of these things. He just knew that saying them would make Megatron cut that very thread. And thus, the war consumed them all.

[sleepless-strawberry]

[WP] You are given the power of super vision (seeing things very far away very accurately) with only one caveat: Everyone who has used it to look at the night sky has gone insane

In the modern day and age awakening a super natural ability is akin to winning the genetical lottery! Whereas in the past those with gifts outside the realm of science would be hailed as witches and burned at stakes, nowadays supers are worshipped as celebrities and for many it means a chance for a better life by attending one of the prestigious, government funded superhero academies!

Though at times strict, the regulations instilled into students at the academies are purely for the benefit of the users of the power, with there being only so many powers and over 8 billion humans, 0.001 of which having powers it's no surprise that though we don't yet understand these supernatural abilities we can learn to use them safely and appropriately.

Two of said superhero academy students are me and my buddy Alec. We've both awakened super-sight and grew closer when attending the corresponding course for that super power. One of the main restrictions on super-sight is to never look at the stars, we're told that the light from them can be so damaging we will instantly be blinded. And it's no myth either, many super sight celebrities and students have retreated from the limelight due to sky-gazing injuries like these.

Now I'm completely fine with this and I would never want to risk giving away my cushy, easy life for a chance to look at the sun up-close... Alec is a... different story...

"I WANNA SEE POLARIS UP CLOSE! I WANNA SEE TON 618 AND THE FAR AWAY PLANETS!"

See the problem here is, Alec is a huge astrology nerd. No, it would be more accurate to call him a fanatic.

"Alec what the hell is a ton 618? Another star you want to fry your eyes by looking at it?"

"No! It's a black hole tha-"

Though Alec kept going my brain has completely filtered him out into white noise as I do not want another head ache from more his information overloading lectures. But I did pick up on something:

"-so today I will finally use my super sight to gaze at and possibly even inside TON 618!"

At that I froze and just started at him. I think he realised that he messed up by saying that aloud and a guilty look crept across his face. Oh no... please let him be joking...

SEVERAL HOURS LATER.

He was not joking. No matter how much I tired to persuade him. He only apologised but still insisted on carrying out his little passion project. So I managed a compromise. With my help as his assistant he agreed to set up a telescope so as to align his super sight directly to the black hole so that he will have a lower possibility as gazing into a heart and going blind.

Finally we had finished our preparations. "Our you ready?" My voice was quiet, surprising even myself, I hadn't realised how dry my throat had gotten from the high stress of the situation. I doubted Alec was any better. Without giving me a verbal response he nodded but my super sight didn't fail to notice all the subtle expressions of his face, he was excited, like a child eagerly awaiting to open up their gift.

Alec's hands shook as they tightly gripped onto the telescope, bringing in his face closer to the lens that filled the room with suspense. Finally. He looked. He gasped. A smile crept up his face. I could see his pupil darting, taking in the taboo sights of space. Yet after less than a few seconds his pupil went deadly still. Did he get blinded by a star? No, his eyes were fine if you ignored the extreme dilation from looking at objects so far away. Then did he find what he was looking for? No, there was none of that child-like excitement that filled his eye earlier.

"H-hey Alec, you okay?" No reply. Fuck! I push Alec's face away from the telescope, accidentally using too much strength causing him to hit his head on the wooden floorboards with a loud THUD. Still he didn't stop. It just got worse. He looked onto whatever he was seeing with his other eye. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! "ALEC! SNAP OUT OF IT ALEC!"

He flinched. As if being waken from his sleep, his body jerked into motion. The sense of calm I felt however was quickly gone as he began to hug me tightly. "A-alec? W-what's going on? Y-you're scarring me." My voice was weak and shaky. Then he started holding on tighter. "A-alec?! W-what the fuck are you doing?!" He didn't reply but started twisting my body, wrestling me to the ground. "FUCK YOU MAN!" I struggled but it was already too late. He pushed my eye up to the lens of the telescope and just in the corner of my vision I saw his pupils. Still dilated. Still focused on something so, so far away. Worse yet. I saw emotion in his eyes. Fear. Pure and unrivalled. A primal fear.

In the next moment my power activated instinctually on the shear amount of scenery that became available to me. My eyes darted from one beautiful cosmic sight to the next. What I saw put any Hollywood space film to shame. No CGI would ever be able to accurately capture sights this grand, this great, this surreal. Finally I saw the black hole, Alec's ton 618. Yet without being able to intake it's glory fully my view slipped and locked onto something else. Driven by the same instinct of humans to lock onto danger, I saw it.

I saw the same scene that Alec say.

He must've realised that I now saw the scene too for he let me go.

I stood up and Alec stayed lying on the floor but the scene didn't leave my eyes.

For by instinct there was something our eyes could easily lock onto.

And that one truth now kept me tethered to the scene.

I took a step forward as if it would allow me to see the scene better.

And without breaking my eye contact I also took another step forward as Alec also stayed on the ground.

What a scene.

What a sight to behold.

What a familiar shade of green my eyes were.

[girlsexbattle2]

The road is a depressing book about why we live life and is poorly executed. if one may deal with thoughts of suicide, may wanna skip this post. oh and canabilism. lots of it

my goal is discussion so have literally the slightest thought cross your mind please tell me about it. i will steal it for my essay (i will credit if asked to)

the books ending is shit. not in the 'oOOO oo emotions' way but bad writing way. the man dies to illness and the boy is on his lonesome for like two days until a deus de machina comes and gives the boy a chance at a new life. and the overall message is like supposed to be life moves on even if you dont(?) or maybe that our lives maybe shit but we have the ability to help it so we must live. ignoring that they really do fuck all to make their lives feel like they are worth living. idk man it feels stupid trying to analyze the plot when the setting is the main focus. like the reason mcarthy wrote the book wasnt to tell a story about characters but to show a desolate post apocalyptic america. i am supposed to question the idea of 'good vs evil' and its dichotomy.

my first thing to say is there are no good guys. not like the boy and the man evil but neutral. grandpa too. just living to survive with no greater purpose. simply walking an uncertain road to oblivion. okay ill mention the on the nose theme of the road is life and youll meet all types of people but they all leave at some point and leave an impact on you in some way. the depiction of the road as cabalistic also an on the nose dog eats dog world.

(great point of idea over execution. dog eats dog world -> man eats man-> man eats man!! fr!! thats a fun little detail but that leaves us with no real reason for canabilism. like i think they mention crows at some point? not the best option but better than newborn.

'oh theres no plants' okay fuckwad why do they have trees? and apples? our duo find a doomsday bunker intact which proves that there is still places unscavenged not saying it would be easy just there are ways to live without eating human flesh. actually htf does the settlement at the end of the book survive? they have to eat something. thats a big detail i dont think carthy would miss that im probably forgetting.

just canabilism aspect doesnt sit right with me. would it be too twitter of me to say this book realizes on a white suburban view of life? cause like native americans didnt live here for fucking centuries as stewards of the land and with mellow cultures for you to say that all society would collapse. like yes the upper middle class up live cushy lives and probably never have killed an animal bc of thier own need of food but others in poverty already live in some [i am white upper class and have no balls to say all] of these conditions. is the road an analogy of poverty? like it would be the end of the higher class but not all of us

actually i really like that point. this is only a horror/sad story for those of us fortunate enough not to live it. we are cooing at the preventable corspe of our fellow man with the smoking gun still in our hands.)

okay idea three(?) would be idea one remixed. the man is the stand in for the older generation or for my purpose the 'current' generation. boy likewise is the to-be inheriters of the current generation title. The man is cautious of people and holds no sympathy for 'others' but he still willing to go into the old world wreckage to scavenge. the boy is opposite, empath but terrified of the world that came before him. good and evil would have to rely on the characters morals. and the focus shifts from the man to the boy when he inherits the current generation title. could be the theme of 'the world is seen through the procived majorities eyes.'

i think i deleted the part that says 'keep living by obligation' which mcarthy fails to make this interesting. like the plot being because dad says so isnt inspiring. okay a realistic life is lived by obligation but thats not a good story motivator. i did what i always do which is watch a video essay about the topic bc im cool like that and he said that the point is to ask the question 'is there a reason for anything?' which yeah interesting question hard to execute in a meaningful or memorable way. or if there is it definitely isnt the road. im a hudge bitch when it comes to stories that make my class have discussions on whether suicide is the answer and seemed to genuinely go to yes. that was the moment i felt most kindled by the duo bc my god mcarthy you better prove them wrong or ill cry. not bc of you unique writing style but because these fucks deserve better. i deserve better.

the man and boy should share more moments being genuine with eachother. no one ever breaks down and like expresses shit to work through it they just crack for a second then go back to surviving cause boys dont cry. like its obvious that the man loves his son. but does he love the person? does he love the boy beyond the title of kin. same thing in the other direction too. cause i really dont think these characters do. and that could be interesting if you explored that but thats not mcarthys goal!! so they are just bland tear fodder. like i think the goal was 'the road is worth walking with loved ones' they lack any attributes so the reader can imprint whatever ideology onto them. Thats lazy. These arent people. Fucking Sun Wukong, representation of the human mind, one of the most varried things in existence, has enough character that the duo would turn to ash in his presence while being a damn fine metaphor (even if it doesn't encompass everyone)

im expected to give them pidy on the idea that they are human and trying to survive in a world hell bent on killing them and just like. yeah man that sucks but me too. and then we both continue living our shitty depressing lives and never do jack shit to help ourselves. well i guess the entire book is to get to a better place. but what happens when they get there that couldnt happen in rock city? what changes because of this. i know i know the winter. i feel unsatisfied. okay so thier goal is to keep living in the world where they reside. not im going to stop this. which is boring i can go talk to any bitch out on the street and get the same life story eachtime. i dont care anymore.

I get thats not the point. that not everything must be a call to action. that this is a fiction book desperate trying to presist thats its real. not like those other books but this is my tumblr blog so im going to say i hate that. i hate the idea that this is it. theres no hope here. go outside and weep if your looking for that. dont require me to read in class a story where nothing is accomplished. where the main take away is our lives will not impact the universe and therefore are meaningless.

okay tldr: the roads all like 'life is meaningless monotonous mess' and i think thats a really boring topic. with out agency your novel is shit. i dont really care about these characters at all bc they arent characters. they are muses for the reader to view how they like. which did not work in this book.

[z3nitsusgf]

sewn into my silver lining 

billy butcher | you - 2.3k 

cw: angst angst angst, no happy ending, mention of blood and violence, butcher being butcher, toxic dynamics

a/n: he’s sad pathetic and sad i hope his brain turns to swiss cheese fr (affectionately)  

He comes to you bloodied and dripping in viscera.

Frenchie and Kimiko are off getting supplies, probably smooching in the middle of the snack aisle. Hughie is busy at work, being cushy with Neuman and getting his bagels stolen from his boss. MM is with his daughter, couldn’t be bothered with Butcher’s bullshit anymore. So that leaves you, sweet ol’ you, to take care of the English bastard when he comes blazing through the place.

Butcher doesn’t say much when he pushes open the door and stalks inside. His boots left red sticky patterns on the tile. He’s spattered in blood, the color so deep it looks almost black on his jacket. Another one of his ugly Hawaiian button-up’s ruined because he’s too in love with the feeling of fighting. His face smeared in the irony liquid and god - he reeks of copper and dirt.

Your lips curl at the sight of him. You’ve long since grown used to the sight, but he usually makes an attempt to clean up before he sees you. He says it’s because he doesn’t wanna hear your bitching, but you know deep down he’s saving you the anxiety of having to see him like that.

When he looks at you he gives you a wide feral smile, teeth glinting a pearly white, “Ello love, m’home.”

You can tell he’s exhausted, whether it’s physically or mentally you can’t decipher. Probably both knowing him. You scoff at his words, shaking your head as you glance over his stumbling body. He’s a wreck.

“You look like hell Butcher. What happened, ass-bomb another supe?” He fucking laughs because of course he does, his hands clutching his bruised ribs as he wheezes out breathy chuckles. Every exhale makes his eyes water, the fluttering along his ribcage shows signs of hairline fractures, a bitch to heal.

He’ll never ask for your help, only taking it when he needs it. Still, you offer it anyways.

“Good one love, but no.” He doesn’t explain anymore and you don’t ask. He gets cagey when you prod him for answers and you don’t really feel like dealing with a cunty Butcher right now.

You sigh, getting up from your place on the ragged couch. You don’t bother to turn off the TV, it's nice to have the background noise when he doesn’t speak. You’re pointing to the bathroom, a knowing look on your face.

“Come on old man, you smell like shit.” His thick brows draw up and he looks at you with a straight face, the smirk dropping off his mouth. You almost laugh, biting back the chuckle as he curls his lip at you.

“M’not that old.” He grumbles, allowing you to wrap your arm around his waist and guide him to the bathroom.

“Mhmm, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, geezer.” He rolls his eyes at your words, hiding his smile.

The place is not glamorous, the building is old as shit and better left for rats and junkies. But it makes sure you all are hidden from The Seven, Homelander especially. You won’t lie though, you miss your clean, nice bathroom from your old apartment. This one is dingy, glowing with a gross-looking fluorescent that buzzes so loud you think you’ll go deaf. The porcelain tub is permanently stained with.. you don’t know what. But there’s clean(?) water and electricity, so you can’t complain too much.  

He sheds his coat, the poor thing has seen more carnage than you will in your entire life, and he sits on the closed lid of the toilet, rolling his neck in a tired manner. The bones crack, the soft warm gush floods the nerves and he sighs out in relief.

You already know the drill, pulling out a relatively clean rag and running it under the tap and a small plastic first-aid kit. You stand between his legs, dabbing at the cut on his cheekbone with the damp cloth. He doesn’t flinch or wince or even make snarky comments while you clean his bloodied face, trying to be gentle with the cuts and bruises that littered his skin. The faded yellow and blue kiss all over his skin, disappearing into his beard where you know more scars lie.

“You need to be more careful.” You mumble, swiping along his forehead.

He grins, a cheeky smile on his lips, “Why? Ya worried about dear ol’ me?”

You scoff, pushing the rag harder against his skin. He just smiles harder at the pain, the lines of his face showing as he leers up at you.

“No, I’m just running out of bandages because you keep getting your ass handed to you.” You sass back, huffing at him like he’s a stubborn dog. And he is. A stubborn old dog that’s learned his tricks and won’t drop them now because they’re embedded into his system like cancer.

“Besides, you gotta keep this pretty face intact. What will Hughie do if you lose your teeth and have to get dentures?”

You pat his cheek in a mocking manner and Butcher clicks his tongue. He comes up and pinches the side of your waist, reveling in the yelp you give him.

“Don’t act like you don’t adore this pretty face.”

You go back to wiping the carnage from his face, humming under your breath. He is very pretty, handsome like the moon. With high resting cheekbones, how his words drip from his lips like nectar. Down to the sloping breach of his nose and the puffy waterline of his sunken eyes, blinking under heavy lashes. He’s an old type of beauty, one that gets better as he ages. You’ll never admit that to him though, you’ll just admire it from far, occasionally getting to touch it when he allows you to.

It’s the little things that you know about him that give you clarity. Those small quirks only you know or notice. Like the silent way he observes the world around him. And the blank way he stares into space and seemingly disappears into his own void. The way he clasps his palms together and holds them like a prayer, keeping them close to his thighs. the way he likes his coffee - strong with lots of sugar in it and no cream).

You’re both bathed in the glow of the bathroom, the faint buzzing of the lights and the scattered talking of the TV all blend together in a calm haze. It all feels too domestic.

You’re a sweet thing, like Hughie. Young, with the world at your feet. and Butcher is dragging you down with him. He hates that he doesn’t have the heart to let you go. To tell you that none of this is worth it, that he’s self-serving and bad for you. Butcher keeps his eyes down, dark eyelashes fluttering with each soft drag of the cool fabric across his heated skin. He hardly notices the sting of the water seeping into his cuts.  It feels good, he doesn’t remember the last time someone touched him so softly. Years, he thinks. When she used to-

There’s a tenderness you show him. Like gentle April rain, you shower him in a sweetness he does not deserve. One that makes his lips purse and his jaw tick, one that reminds him too much of her.

You’re too focused on debating whether or not he’ll need stitches to notice his change in demeanor. Butcher grabs your wrist, fingers tightening around the bone. You can’t tell if he’s trying to push you away or pull you in.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, voice too soft for someone like him. You smooth your other hand over his hairline, uncaring of the sweat and blood that coats the pads of your fingers. What isn’t wrong? This whole façade is slipping out of his hands and he can’t keep pretending he’s not tired of getting up each time he gets knocked down. This world is so cruel, has been so cruel. And he doesn’t know what to do with it all.

He’s so full of rage. It’s dangerous to keep it all inside. A man only has a grip as tight as he does because he knows that if he lets go, even slightly, he will hurl himself into the abyss. He needs to hate the whole world and everything in it. Butcher doesn’t shed his pain, instead, he upholds it like a boulder over his shoulders.

He looks up at you, he feels himself wanting to just let you in. Just give up and crumble into your chest. There’s a pull in his chest that begs him to just completely open himself up to you. Let you smooth over his scarred wounds and heal the new ones. But he won’t.

His eyes harden and he’s letting go to smack your hand away from his face, the sting spreads across the back of your palm. Your lips part at the feeling.

“Quit treating me like I’m your fuckin’ daddy, cause I ain’t. You want someone to take care of so badly why don’t you get a fuckin’ dog.”

You joined knowing what kind of man he is. Hell-bent on getting rid of supes and stubborn as a mule. William Butcher was no saint, but he’s more broken than he’ll ever admit.  But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t burn whenever he’s mean.

“I-“

He’s snarling, lacing his tone with so much hot-spit rage that you draw back,

“You’re so fucking clingy n’ pathetic. You always need one of us to save ya and ya can’t even handle a bit of roughing up.”

You should be used to it by now, the brutal humiliation and the way he flips on a dime. You’ve seen it, with Hughie and Kimiko. But you’re not. You’re still soft in the center, still raw and open, still too naïve.

He’s not looking at you, he’s staring past you. Behind your silhouette and at the flickering of the bathroom light that casts dark shadows on the peeling wall. His jaw is clenched so hard you’re almost worried about him chipping his teeth, there’s a vein that pops on his forehead.

You clench the rag tighter in your fist, there are salty crystalline tears that prick your waterline. You always hate crying in front of the boys, especially Butcher.

“Fuck you, you’re such-“ You inhale shakily, the air so hot and humid you want to choke.

“You’re such an asshole, Butcher.”

It’s juvenile at best, your shitty little comeback is all you can throw back in his face. Words he’s heard a million times. He chuckles, eyes roaming over your face, he sees the glassy look in your eyes, the lip tucked between your teeth. He lands the final blow, severing it completely.  

“One of us has to be. Can’t have you ruinin’ everything just cause you’re too weak to get it done.”

He twitches at the breathy inhale you give. He’s got this clenched look on his face, the plane of his features so blank you want to just crumble on the spot. His mouth is pursed, eyebrows drew together in a way that shows he’s serious.

How does he always manage to make you feel bad for wanting to be good?

Butcher knows he’s a piece of shit, knows that you’re just an innocent thing that got caught in the cross-fire. He’s always pushed and pushed and pushed everyone’s boundaries, to see how far they can go before they leave. But he still wants to punch himself when he hears your sniffles. The quiet quiver of your lip and the subtle tremble in your knuckles as you completely pull back from between his thighs.

He misses your warmth.

Sometimes you hate him, sometimes you wish he’d just disappear and never come back like he often threatened to do when everyone was getting too soft. Like right now, you want to smack him in the mouth for being so… so mean. You know it’s stupid, childish, but you want him to understand.

But then he saddles up to you like a beaten dog. Looking at you with soft dark eyes and giving you a worn smile that makes your heartache. You hate to admit that Butcher has wormed his way in, like smoke in your clothes. You always knew he would come back, even if he never made any promises. A silly childish part of you always hoped that he would stay.

Maybe that’s your mistake, thinking he would ever soften up. Even if it was for you.

He’s silent, brooding, acting like it’s not even a big deal. That makes you snap, the disregard he has for everyone. You snarl at him, lips curling over your teeth as you bare your incisors at him. You fling the rag into his face, turning on your heel as you call out over your shoulder,

“Clean yourself up or don’t, I don’t fucking care.”

Your tone is so watery, so filled with that tiredness that Frenchie and MM have. It makes him sick. Butcher jumps slightly when he hears you slam the front door. He can hear your boots as they stalk away, the muffled sniffles coming from your nose. he knows you’ll go off, whether to cry or be alone (or both), but he doesn’t make any move to stop you.

He’s alone.

He knows you’ll come back. Knows that in the dark of night you’ll slip back into the apartment. And if not, Kimiko and Frenchie will go and find you, pleading with you to come back and give it another chance. They always do.

Butcher clings to the rag you threw at him, fisting the material as he grits his teeth.

Why is he like this? Why can’t he just be satisfied with what he has? Why must he always crave more? Why is it so goddamn exhausting to keep himself indifferent? He’s never felt sad, only despair. Never mad, only full of resentment. He’s never been embarrassed, he only knows humiliation. And he loathes to feel this way because he constantly searches his brain for a time he was truly joyous, but he always comes up empty.

Always his fault, always. You’re just another unfortunate soul that got too close, bearing the brunt of his oozing heart.

[allisoooon]

The reaction to Allison has been interesting ,(and mildly infuriating) I've seen so many people saying "obviously" this was setting her up as the big bad villian of S4 which I don't see at all.

I think it comes from a few different things:-

1) people saying they want morally ambiguous/dysfunctional characters but in reality don't unless it's 'pretty' or angsty or something people can easily project on to. I assume there has to be a big difference in demographic for TUA Vs say, The Boys which is full of reprehensible people but the audience expect it. We've seen The umbrellas kill people as kids , I don't think their morality is the same of everyone elses.

2) there are two things I think from a writing perspective probably should have been done differently a) the Luther rumour scene -it brings back the romance subplot that people hated and couldn't even accept as an example of how their childhood fucked them all up, and well, it's hard to redeem SA. Probably should have been cut.

b) there's a certain point in S3 where all Allisons dialogue becomes almost entirely angry/snarky which has lead to a large influx of 'omg Allison is such a bitch!!!!!' I wish there was a late in the series convo with someone neutral like Klaus to give the character a moment to breathe.

3) Lack of sympathy for the character bc we've seen very little of Allison's life pre S1 and in childhood. I've seen loads of people say that she has had a basically cushy life due to her powers, and I think sooo many of the audience believe if they had her powers it would be all sunshine and rainbows. We got multiple flashbacks for Klaus this season (which I loved) but I really think Allison would benefit from some.

4) good old racism and misogyny. I reaaaaallly wanna know what the reaction would have been if Klaus killed Harlan for revenge for the moms or some shit.

Whew, this is all very true. People want traumatized/morally grey characters as long as they're sexy about it (see: Spike from Buffy, who took the SA way further and was still probably the most popular character). It's still bizarre for people to have watched the second season and say she's never had to work for anything.

I also think it's the target, though. Being mean to Viktor is kind of treated like the ultimate sin. People act like he's a little kid. So we get an angry black woman (already stigmatized as fuck) screaming at a small white person people essentially see as a child and go "I understand why she's angry, but she's crossing a line by being mean about it." She's talking to someone who destroyed her life twice. Does she owe it to him to be nice about what he has done to her, sometimes intentionally? Don't get me wrong, their fight was fucked up and Allison said some fucked-up shit, but the issue of the audience's reaction to Allison this season is multi-faceted--and it is an issue.

We needed more of her perspective. Fuck, we needed that scene with Klaus or someone where she says she doesn't get why everyone's so keen on dying and letting everyone else die with them. Put that between the vote and Reg killing Luther and Klaus could help her come to terms with death by talking about what awaits them on the other side. She could start looking forward to seeing Ray again when they hear a scream from down the hall...

...Apparently I have a fanfic to write.

But for real, I don't think Allison's arc will feel satisfying until next season. I think there will be big consequences for her, as many as there were benefits for her this season, and I hope they will come after she has calmed down and is ready to make peace with everyone. That's not even getting into what Harlan could have meant when he said her vibration sounded "wrong" (something to do with her self-rumor, maybe?).

[shorkbrian]

(Baby Daddy)

Kirishima would get sooooo soft the second he finds out you’re pregnant.

Big fat tears would fill his eyes, the big man would be still for once in his life as it sinks in “I’m gonna be a dad?”. 

Then he’s scooping you up in his arms, hugging you to his chest as he rocks you side to side in the kitchen, kissing at your hair and your forehead and your hands and anything he can reach. You’re crying too, but for entirely different reasons.

When he finally stops crying long enough to lean down and kiss you full on the mouth, he’s too rough, sharp teeth tear open your lip and you sob “Kiri, ow!”

“Oh, oh ‘m so sorry baby! Oh no, oh baby I didn’t mean to hurt you, just got too excited ‘nd wasn’t careful. I’m sorry-”

You don’t want to hear any of it, pushing at his chest and crying harder and harder with each word that falls from his mouth. 

“I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Treat you so good, keep you safe and healthy and-and I’ll rub your feet, and get you whatever you start craving!” He’s already ahead of himself, ecstatic and overwhelmed with the information, hugging you too tight and hurting your joints. 

There’s no stopping him.

The sex before was wild and rough, the definition of “bed breaking”. 

Kirishima was almost feral, ready to shove his cock into you practically at all times, horny at the drop of a hat. You have to go on your tip-toes to reach a bowl in the kitchen? Kirishima’s slamming you against the counter and ripping your shorts down your legs so he can fuck your thighs, entranced by the little sliver of skin he saw when your shirt rode up.

You’re taking a shower? Kirishima’s bullying his way into the bathroom, practically drooling as he strips down, eyes never leaving your cowering, naked form. He hardly ever preps you well enough, so it always burns when he pushes inside you, but asking him to wait never worked. 

A sex scene comes on the tv while you’re taking a nap on the couch beside him and Kirishima just has to wake you up as he pulls you into his lap. Bounces you on his cock while you cry, tired and overwhelmed, groggy and confused at all the sudden stimulation. 

Kirishima only sometimes feels bad for finding your tears hot, as you whimper when he stretches you out. But mostly he lets himself enjoy his twisted desires, tells you it’s okay to cry, lays on the physical affection (kisses, petting with his hands, holding you close) extra thick while he’s fucking you just so you’ll sob harder. It makes you clench so deliciously around his dick.

But now? Now that you’re pregnant and carrying his child, the child that the two of you made together?

The man is gentle.

No more bending you over the couch, leaving bruises on your hips, fucking your throat like you’re a cheap whore. No more growling as he ruts into you, rumbling about how you can take it, how he’s going to get you pregnant, that he’ll breed you like a little cow until his seed takes.

Now he takes everything slow, even though it hasn’t even been a month since you’d taken the pregnancy test. You aren’t even showing. But he smooths his hands over your stomach anyway, eyes soft and twinkling before he kisses you softly, watches his teeth.

Kiri makes sure you’re comfortable during sex - he only ever initiates on the bed now, where it’s cushy and soft and you won’t get bruised or hurt. He handles you with careful hands, gently moving you about. The self control he exhibits is something to behold, especially when you can see how much he’s holding back.

He likes fucking you on your side, early in the morning or late at night, when both of you are sleepy and tired. He fingers you open, slobbers all over his fingers first to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, then when you’re good and ready he slides inside carefully, watching your body for any signs of discomfort. 

It’s easy, slow rolls of his hips, a gentle buildup to his orgasm. It washes over him so slowly and so gradually that sometimes Kiri doesn’t even realize it, just keeps his rhythm and only stops when he feels his cum squelching out against his balls.

Even though you’re pregnant, Kiri still likes to breed you.

Pushes you on your back and coos softly at you as he hooks your legs over his hips, catches one of your hands so he can hold it romantically, keeping eye contact as he pushes inside you in one, fluid motion. He likes to see the way you clench your jaw, determined to not let out any noise, little huffs of air puffing from your nose. 

Likes to snuggle after he cums, soft dick still tucked firmly into your cunt. He doesn’t want a drop to go to waste - waits until he gets hard again before fucking you slowly, making sure that you’re really, truly pregnant.

He gets gross and sappy, enough to make you flush with embarrassment and try to hide your face behind your hands. Leans down to mouth at your breasts, looking at you the entire time, only closing his eyes when they flutter shut from pleasure. “Can’t wait until you’ve got milk, you’re gonna be such a good mama.”

Kiri starts to call you “mama” at every turn. His previous petnames were more cutesy, “Baby” and “Sweetie”, but he likes reminding the both of you just what you are now. 

“Feels good mama? Looks like it does-” He’ll tease, rubbing at your clit with a spit-soaked thumb as he pants above your tits, spent cock limp against his thigh, a plug nestled inside your cunt. When you clench and suck it deeper as you cum, Kiri groans, cock giving a little twitch.

“Hey pretty mama, come give daddy a kiss?” As soon as he gets home he’s dropping whatever’s in his hands to grab for you (you learned early on - come when he calls, or else there’ll be punishment). A broad hand always plants itself firmly on your ass, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he sucks at your mouth.

You hate his stupid perfect mouth.

It gets worse and worse as time goes on, as your belly and breasts swell and grow heavy. Kirishima can’t stop himself from latching on like a baby, nursing at you with heavy sucks and teasing licks. You’re so sensitive from all the hormones that you can’t stop your hips from bucking up ever so slightly.

Then you can feel Kiri raise an eyebrow, feel as he drags himself out from under your shirt to wipe away the spit from around his mouth. You don’t have to look to see how hard he’s tenting his pants. 

“Can you cum from your tits? That’d be so hot little mama, wanna try?” And then he’s diving back under your shirt, redoubling his efforts in suckling at your chest, using a hand to grope your other tit while he makes a mess of the one with his mouth.

God, he’d just be so insatiable. 

At least he’d be trying his best to be gentle.

[thestalkerbunny]

TSB Plays Legends Arceus Part 32

YEAH. I may be BAD at math, but I do know two negatives don’t add up to a POSITIVE.

Yeah What am I supposed to do with all this MALARKY.

Which is literally no different than what I’ve been doing LATELY. Just lemme get my good shoes on so I can-

WHAT? are you taking my cool BADGE that I had to make cause you guys don’t give out badges?

There’s that Xenophobia again. Is it cause I look KANTO and not .....Whatever country you guys originally came from I bet it was Johto.

You’re kicking me out.

.....

...................

Your Bloodline ends in the modern era, Kamando. It ends because your descendant never marries. Your blood ends within my lifetime and no one will remember YOUR name.

You are but a foot note in history and I will be the only one who retains the memory of your insignificant life and my only kindness will be to spit on to the ground when a thought of you crosses my mind. Nothing more and nothing less.

Fuck you Kamando.

Fuck you and your mustache you’re dead to me.

No no, Irida. We are burning bridges right now. We see where loyalties fucking lie now. We’re baring our SOULS in front of each other.

You’re a fool Kamando. A fool and poor leader. You only happen upon this seat thru coincidence and happenstance. A Position given to the last and lowest bidder because everyone else DIED.

As if you could even put me in chains, you foolish foolish man. You think this is your kindness to me-I will harm you grievously. And I will Relish in the violence I will wreck upon you.

Yep. REMEMBER REI, THAT YOU CONTROL THE POWER OF YOUR ELECTED OFFICALS; IMPEACH KAMANDO, YEET HIM OUT.

I refuse to come quietly. You will HEAR ME. IM TELLING YOU VOTE OUT KAMANDO NEXT ELECTION.

Think you can even make it to the Fieldlands camp without screaming at a Wurmple?

BELIEVE IT REI, VOTE THAT FUCKER OUT. VOTE IN THAT LADY WHO MAKES THE PICKLES.

WE AGREE WITH THE BRIT! Hey how come he gets to stay but I get yeeted, He’s GALARIAN. If we’re gonna be Xenophobic, let’s be a fair xenophobic, EVERYONE out.

Ah well. I’ve seen your cushy lifestyle Laventon. You would not survive the way I do in the wilds.

Can do, Cyllene.

I will also add, your Desendant has critical depression and ripped a similar hole into reality to try to remake/destroy the world. Just thought you’d wanna know.

I choose Vengeance.

VENGEANCE AND VIOLENCE.

[k1ngdingus]

stop trying to use an out of context “screw that” speech challenge:

“I don’t think my parents ever loved each other. My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money and he came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family.”

she doesn’t want that life ^^ that never meant she doesn’t want a family / love. btw & jonathan has also talked about their “future kids” & if you wanna get into it, jonathan is confidently assuming that nancy will give up HER dreams just to be with him at community college & using THAT as the reason he’s been lying to her face continually ??? he’s “immensely” relieved that she’s not around is the reason problem here, their denial about how perfect things are. they are dangerously close “ staying together out of comfort ” territory.  & BY THE WAY, do you people think strong women don’t get / want to ever go on a vacation ?? that she can’t be a strong independent woman but also have a family at home ? no one said she’s gonna be a stay at home mom. but app people think it’s best that she’s gonna be a lonely head journalist who lather, rinse, repeats every day & that’s the only thing nancy can have / wants to have to fulfill her dreams.  she wants a partner who can keep up with her & one that’s gonna support her & actually know her without her having to tell them what she needs, her strong suit isn’t communication, she wants the opposite of the relationship her parents have ( an obvious love that no one questions, that’s there because it wants to be there, that challenges her but is fulfilling ). that’s why meeting this version of steve, has her that interested. it’s purposeful. pay attention to their storylines or just say you don’t get the characters & move on.

[reddpropaganda]

It's interesting how like,,, mythical/mystical? creatures in the ac universe, as far as we know, are rare to come by. Nook and the twins are the only tanuki, and Redd is the only kitsune for example.

Now, there might be a fair population of them around living life same as other animals but we just don't see them.

But what if instead mythical creatures in the ac universe are regarded with suspicion and stigma and treated like second-class-citizens? And that's part of the reason why Tom Nook had it so rough growing up?

We don't really see mythical species because they're living out of slums and struggling for work as other animals think they're scary or strange.

Cue the only other business partner he could find was another yokai-- Redd. And that's why they became friends, having shared a mutual experience with prejudice. It's implied Nook has a past with Sable as well, and they grew up in the same town together. It's then revealed her parents died when Mabel was still very young.

Was it from overworking or a work related accident trying to keep their three daughters taken care of? If so, it's a tragedy to see Sable copy this pattern of working tirelessly at her machine, and... not much else. Even ignoring customers to work as her social life suffers.

Perhaps poor, working class animals and mythical animals are kinda put into the same boat when it comes to classism and so, are more likely to be empathetic of eachother. But Tom Nook leaves for the city anyway.

Was it more openly discriminatory there?

If this is any indication to think so.

That's why Nook takes in Timmy and Tommy. Because without him they,, don't really have a fighting chance out there. It's rough for mystical creatures. He couldn't leave them there in good conscience. Redd can't seem to stick to a legitimate gig and is constantly poor. Himself, broken by the harsh realities of city life.

And what happened to Timmy and Tommy's parents???

The world of Animal Crossing is supposed to be this peaceful utopia land where bad things don't really happen-- or is that only what we're supposed to see? It's odd that both of them are out of the picture and that no other living relative could take them in?

Did they mayhaps leave young Timmy and Tommy someplace they knew the successful Mr. Nook might find them in hopes that they'd be adopted for a chance at a better life? Is this why, despite having no blood ties to him, they're referred to as his "nephews"?

For Tom Nook hasn't forgotten his roots. He still feels a kinship to other tanuki and knows their struggle. He still speaks the old language and respects his ancestors.

He's promised himself to look after these children-- not as their parent, but for the misfortunate parents who had to give them up. He doesn't see himself as having taken their place, as it's likely they're still alive somewhere and could someday be reunited.

Strangely coincidental is that only Tom Nook, the Able sisters, and Redd are known to have had "rough childhoods" compared to all the other animals we see breezing through life, able to afford cushy housing who are financially stable enough to relocate at the drop of a hat with the biggest worries on their plates being "do I wanna do (leisurely activity) or other (leisurely activity) today?"

Joan, the old turnip seller before Daisy Mae, talks about Redd like this:

And yeah, we all know Redd in particular is "untrustworthy," but... why she just start being racist against all foxes in general ajsjs.

(Which, mind you, he's a kitsune in the Japanese.) So she's really saying "don't trust those damned kitsune."

And look at this:

"Wears a raccoon suit." Which sounds like a roundabout way of saying "he's not really one of us, but just looks like it" since tanuki appear like regular raccoons.

The wiki interprets it as "oh haha they think he's a human man in a raccoon suit that's funny" but like,,, why would they think that. What behaviour, displayed by Nook specifically, would be "human-like" when they all act like humans? They'd all be accusing eachother of being humans in animal suits. So that doesn't make much sense.

Maybe that's why Isabelle and himself are his only employees. Because most other animals just aren't that willing to work so closely with a tanuki. He relies on her, not out of choice, but obligation as there's so few options. That would make her a pretty good ally™ in this case.

I adore their dynamic! Since in folklore, dogs are loathed enemies of tanuki and they kinda flipped that on its head in a nice way.

Speaking of Isabelle, her and her brother, Digby are the only different dog breeds we see-- aside from the mysterious K.K Slider, (a Jack Russel) and the only animal with hands. Maybe they're the only few in the world but are able to get by blending in as others obliviously believe they're regular dogs with weird ears or something.

Shih tzu have mythos attached to them as well in which they're able to turn into giant tigers when threatened sjdjs, so maybe Isabelle receives some of that flack and fear, too?

In fact, villagers describe her as going "Isabellistic," framing her irrationally when they "break a window," something that could reasonably incur anger.

Does it imply villagers can be callous and rude because they have no sense of consequence from living such privileged lives?

I hate reading so into the lore of such a happy, soft game but ajsjs I also love seeking the depth and angst™