#it was very humiliating but im alive

[crescentmp3]

fell today. i am literally a 2cm tall little guy and i am being met with such hard challenges

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

god tywin lannister deserved worse

just remembering elias death and i wanna puke and the way tywin talks about elia and what happened is so damn gross

but rip tommen and myrcella we all know what’s about to happen in the next book :/

the cycle of violence just keeps spinning and damn you tywin for beginning it

(i got a bit crazy in the tags 💀)

[meosq]

Basketball babe

“I got no time to lose”

summary ; in which our loveable Oikawa Toruu sees his girlfriend in the front of a magazine for basketball sponsored by Vogue Japan?!

Warnings : fem!reader

“Iwa-chan, can you we drop by the convenience store before practice pretty please!” Oikawa stated as he faced iwaizumi with a pouty expression.

“Don’t look at me like that, but sure” Iwaizumi responded while making his way towards the convenience store.

The sound of jingles where heard as they walked into the store, Oikawa immediately heading towards the snacks aisle while Iwaizumi headed to the magazines and newspaper section.

“I wonder whos at the front this week-. Oh. WHAT?!” Iwaizumi screamed as he looked at the weekly cover for basketball. His insanely, boarderline cry for bloody murder alerted Oikawa at the back. He scrambled towards Iwaizumi, who he thought had basically died or worse… didnt bring his wallet!

“IWA-CHAN! WHATS WRONG?? ARE YOU ALIVE???” Oikawa screamed as he saw iwaizumi twiching, hunching over a… magazine?

“Torou.. you might want to see this..” iwaizumi stated as he robotically turned towards Oikawa. This movement made Oikawa turn stiff and think of the something even worse.. Ushijuma had made it at the front and they was at the very back.

“Im scared please- dont-” Oikawa stated tears fulling his eyes as he didnt want to face the humiliation until the magazine was shoved into his face.

This sudden shift made him loose focus, as he tried focusing on who he was meant to be looking at . It clicked. It wasn’t death. It wasn’t Iwaizumi loosing his wallet. It certainly wasn’t Ushijima. It was someone else.

Someone he loves very much.

His sweet lovely girlfriend.

[name].

At the front of a magazine.

Not just any magazine.

A Vogue Japan magazine.

There she stood with all her glory, her gold skin shining enough to blind the young man, her hair let loose as she showed her back jersey with the numbers “20” .. his birthday.

“Oh my god.” Was all Oikawa could utter as he held the magazine not realising he was blushing.

“ i cant believe this. “ “im calling this woman. What the fu-”

“So… you found out..” [name] stated as she started to sweat profusely. She had been called by Oikawa with a screaming voice and him saying “get to the convenience store near school RIGHT NOW MISS VOGUE.” realising she had been caught.

“i was meant to give it to you tomorrow for you birthday.. as well as a special jersey but you found out before..” she stated pouting as she faced Oikawa embarrassed he found out her hobby before she could even tell him.

“I didnt even know you did basketball… you never told me!”

“You never asked, plus i thought you knew because im always seeing u afterschool with the basketball uniform still on! “

“I thought you just liked streetwear?!”

“It literally has the schools logo!”

“It does?! Anyways now that i found out, can we see your next basketball match?! Can we! “

“I mean sure? Its next week. You can come watch practice if you want?”

“OF COURSE I WANT TO SEE YOU PRACT-“

“Lets get going or coach is going to kill you, goodbye [name]-san. Get home safe. “ iwaizumi stated as he dragged a crying oikawa away.

“why would he only kill- YOU ARE GOING TO BLAME THIS ONE ME ARENT YOU!!”

“Yes i am. “

[crazy-ache]

Hello😙 Im here to request 17

(Wouldn’t mind if it gets smutty) (tag me if you’re already writing it)

17...to distract

Get it off me. 

The singular thought pounded with every beat of her heart, reverberating under the walls of her skin. Get it off me. Elain repeated the command in her mind over and over again, loud enough that it drowned out his unexpected words from her memory. “This was a mistake,” he had told her before winnowing away into the shadows, as he always did. 

As she raced up the stairs of the river house, away from the humiliation she had endured down below on the Solstice night, all she could feel was Azriel’s damn rose necklace choking her neck. She pumped her legs faster and faster in hopes of outrunning the tears pricking at her eyes and the sob building up in her chest; she needed to get to her room before the emotions escaped her, before anyone else could find her. 

Her chest heaved—a warning of the inevitable. A tidal wave was inside her with nowhere to crash. Elain’s hand clutched the final wooden bannister, her feet shakily meeting the landing. Her room was just to the right of the stairs. All she had to do was make one more turn. 

Except he was there. As if he had been waiting. 

The awareness of his presence was instantaneous. Her momentum halted and with a slow turn of her head to the left, she saw Lucien standing outside his door in the hallway, his red hair nearly molten by the window’s soft moonlight. Of course he was here, as he had spent the night after the Solstice celebrations. Even in the darkness, she could see the gold of his mechanical eye, the sharp line of his jaw. Lucien said nothing as he studied her, which told her the truth she should have known—he knew exactly what had occured with the Shadowsinger just a floor below. 

She took in his unreadable expression that cautiously appraised her. But did he really know? 

That it was his fault she needed to distract herself with the Shadowsinger in the first place? That his very presence demanded to feed the primal beast that laid dormant inside her core, only awoken by the call of her mate.

To be wanted, to be liked, to be kissed, even temporarily...it was just to satiate the desire.

And so his rejection had stung, a sharp slap to the face, still burning as she beheld her mate at the end of the hallway. Her mate. Undoubtedly the reason underscored in Azriel’s declaration of his so-called mistake. And now the reason she was left once again with nothing but that near damning wanting that threatened to eat her alive. 

The thought alone released the waiting tidal wave inside her chest. Elain grasped at the necklace, her other hand attempting to cover the sob wrenched from her throat. And finally, those words echoing inside found her voice. “Get—it—off—me!” She gasped, desperate to find enough air to fill her lungs before another cry shook her body. 

For whatever it was worth, Lucien abided her command. He reached her in three long strides, where he stood behind her, two strong hands taking her by the shoulders. “Breathe,” he whispered, his grip and words steadying her trembles. “Breathe, Elain.” 

There was a resounding beat of a drum. Lucien’s heartbeat. 

With a soft touch, he pushed her thick hair to the side, his warm hands grazing the nape of her neck as he undid the necklace clasp with careful precision. It was barely there, but his hands gave her the urge to confess everything to him—that Azriel’s hands hadn’t come close to the way he felt. That Azriel’s scarred touch was a salve to the burn that the mating bond left her. And Lucien’s touch was the flame itself. 

The cold chain left her skin and she could finally breathe, a sharp gasp filling her chest. She felt Lucien turn her, forcing her feet to move, until she faced him directly. Their faces were only inches apart and it was perhaps the closest they had ever stood. 

She wanted to find the same anger mirrored on his face. She wanted to witness his hurt and confusion and jealousy she had assumed he would harbor against her. But it wasn’t there. Only something softer and kinder laid behind his gaze in comfort.

"It will pass," Lucien whispered, his eyes finding hers. Kinder than she deserved. "You will be alright."

Something about his words unleashed her. Elain could not hold herself up anymore, could not repress what was building up inside her. She threw her arms around his neck in an embrace, the tears sliding from her shut eyes. He tensed momentarily before snaking his arms around her waist, firm but gentle.

Elain could not stop.

Without an ounce of control, she dragged her nose along the column of his neck, inhaling his scent deeply, her fingers digging into his back. She didn't know what she was doing but she needed to fill her lungs with him. The scent alone made her head feel like a drunken haze. The only thing she recognized in that moment was the nervous flutter of his heartbeat in the pulse of his neck.

At her realization of what she had just done, Elain shuddered.

"It's only natural," Lucien blurted out.

”There is nothing natural about this," Elain hissed, stepping angrily back, away from his warm body, her skin crying out at the loss. "There is nothing natural about wanting you when I do not know you. There is nothing natural about dreaming of you constantly,” 

But Lucien did not mirror her. Did not back down. In fact, he stepped closer. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me the truth—does this feel wrong?” He ran his knuckles across her cheek, and where their flesh met sang for mercy.

He was right and she knew. Gods, did she know it.

"I can't do this anymore," Elain breathed, glancing between the necklace and her mate. Lucien's face splintered into a frown.

And she hated that look on his face so much, Elain could do nothing but surge forward, her lips finding his own. She wasn't ready for this but she needed the distraction, needed to feed the starving, longing, yearning burn coiling at her core. She couldn't keep fighting. Not tonight.

When they kissed, it was fire meeting fire. When he touched her, he could have burned the entire city down with his heat. And when Elain's tongue crashed into his, there was only one certainty—this wouldn't be the end.

@bettdraws so sorry there is no smut but I gave u angst

Kiss prompts.

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Criminal!Joe - Bleed: Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @magic-multicolored-miracle @rosaliedepp @cycat4077 @deekaag @cixrosie @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatesqcrush @mydarkestsecretlol @upsteadlogic @wooshwastaken @imaginecrushes @kiwiithecrazybird @justreblogginfics @anime-weeb-4-life @hey-dw @alwaysachorusgirl @telepathay @weiwei0210 @anaferreira-4 @dancingonthebeachatdawn @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @trublu2u @yezzyyae

The Wolf - Joe meets his queen in an unexpected place.

Reward - Joe rewards you for your loyalty.

One More (NSFW) - Joe ruins you when you display your devotion. 

Pictures of You (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike discovers you're alive.

You’ve been Joe’s girl for over three months when he asks you about the scars on your back, the ones he spends his nights tracing his fingers over. You’re lying on your stomach, drowsy and sated, the sheet barely covering the curve of your ass when he raises the question.

“They used a knife.” You tell him, burying your face even deeper into the pillow. “They heated it up first because they wanted to make sure I felt the blade everytime they cut me.”

“Why?” He asks you, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown. His fingertips trail over the largest one, chasing over the raised flesh.

A businessman wouldn’t do something like this, he wouldn’t damage the stock. You’re a beautiful woman, well educated, sophisticated. Clients would pay thousands just to spend the night in your presence. This poses a problem for Joe because the people he deals with are professionals just like him, they don’t supply damaged goods. There’s no way you should have been his shipment that night. That thought hasn’t occurred to him until now, he’s been too caught up in the romance of it all.

“The man I was with, they wanted to hurt him.” You find yourself telling him. “They took me off the street, tried to ransom me and everytime he refused to pay…”

You trail off, your eyes closing because you don’t want to go back to that place, the one where those men recorded every single moment of your agony, your humiliation.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Joe says softly, his fingertips brushing the hair away from your features so that he can read your expression. Sometimes it’s like looking into a mirror. The two of you are both survivors who’ve endured through unspeakable things, but you’ve come out stronger, more hardened against the world because you understand it’s cruelty.

“I love you.” He whispers fiercely as he gathers you up close, your head comes to rest upon his chest. Your fingertips brush over his own scars, the ones his father left embedded in his skin over thirty years ago.  “Believe me when I say I won’t let anything like that happen to you again.”

“You can’t make that promise.” You say softly. “Noone can.”

Everything about what happened to you bothers Joe.

He can feel the rage searing underneath the surface of his skin as he lies beside you, listening to the sound of your breathing in the dark. He thinks about the men that hurt you, the terror you must have felt, the agony every time they cut into your flesh, and he gets that metallic taste in his mouth.

He hears your words ringing in his ears and it feels like he’s being stabbed in the chest because the man you were with before him…

He wants to kill the fucker with his bare hands for feeding you to the wolves, for letting them tear you apart piece by piece.

He kisses you before he slips out of the sheets, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness he reserves only for you. You whine as he withdraws, and he smiles just a little because even you’re sleeping you want him. He loves you and he would do anything to make sure that nothing like that ever happens to you again.

Terry Bruno is already waiting for him in the office by the time he arrives. The other man has been his confidant since the very beginning, he’s loyal and fierce, with a sharp investigative mind. Joe knows that he can trust him with the task he has in mind.

“I want to know who hurt her.” He tells the other man as he settles behind the desk. “Track the sale, find out how she ended up in our shipment.”

“Anything else?” Bruno prompts because he can see the fire in Joe’s eyes, he knows there’s something else simmering below the surface.

“I want the man who left her in the hands of those animals.”  Joe tells, his fingertips rapping out a tune on the surface of the desk. “I want to make him bleed.”

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[kaicubus]

Dating Jules Vaughn

warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons, angst headcanons, jules being toxic, cheating, mentions of drug use, cursing.

pairing ✩° : jules vaughn x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : I WANTED TO POST SOMETHING TO SHOW IM STILL ALIVE. getting stuff done tomorrow so i’ll be occupied, but trust in me...wayne stuff and aib coming soon...

- Jules is probably the most interesting person you’ll meet in your life time. That’s not to say you yourself aren't, it’s just that Jules is a very different kind of interesting. You like to describe her as if Luna Lovegood and Sailor Moon had a secret love child, because that’s exactly who she is.

- She’s the definition of spontaneous. The type to sneak into your backyard and climb up to your room just to show you a funny post by someone you both mutually dislike and laugh about it for the entire night, or the type to get up and start dancing out of no where. Dead wife trope kinda.

- Around you, Jules is seriously so clingy. She loves showing PDA and showing people you're hers and vice versa, there’s no problem if you start to feel insecure about being lesser than anyone else because Jules will always shoo that feeling away by holding your hand or kissing you in the halls.

- One thing you guys love to do together is each others makeup. If you like more subtle, natural looks, you’ll recreate them on her and she’ll recreate her favorite looks of her own or even go all out. Nights like those always end up in you two not taking each other seriously because you end up messing her eyeliner or she pokes your eye by accident.

- If you're not an anime fan, Jules converts you. But if you already are, you both will spend hours talking about old 90′s anime or new generation magical girl, slice of life, or psychological horror shows as well as your favorite characters and ships in each. If there’s a couple on screen, she’ll ask you which one you are and which one she is. Madoka and Homura for real...

- Jules could give less of a fuck what other people think of her. After what happened in front of Nate that one time early on, everyone’s already cautious around her, seeing her as a ticking time bomb before she goes off again and ends up hurting herself or someone else. But if someone fucks with you? They might as well consider themselves dead at that point because they're next on her hit humiliate list.

- I don’t really see Jules being loyal. Obviously. So when you guys have an argument or you accidentally ignore her for too long, she gets really insecure or intoxicated and ends up cheating on you with either one of her friends or one of yours. At first, you didn’t know and when she ends up telling you when things die down and everything’s back to normal, she tries to play it off like it wasn't that big of a deal.

- You guys go on multiple breaks but always end up back with each other.

- Very honest when she wants to be, though sometimes it’s hidden beneath a condescending or unsure laugh. She just can’t handle people being boring, even if it comes to you.

“Maybe you shouldn't wear that, Y/n...”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Uhmmmm...haha...never mind! Keep it on, you look great!”

- Being close to Jules also means you're close to her dad. He treats you like you're his kid, always lets you stay at their house if you want, feeds you, and sometimes even pays for things you want. Jules gets embarrassed but she knows how much he cares and loves that you two get along.

- Always going to parties and getting wasted together or being the only sober one, taking care of Jules.

- You are her safe haven, a judge free zone where she can relax and say what’s on her mind.

[beneathashadytree]

Hi maya hope your doing well. Im not sure whether or not this follows the request rules so feel free to not write it. But could you do headcanons of the stardust crusaders with a member who comes from Egypt along with Avdol. As an Egyptian I thought this would be a cool idea .

ONE OF US - STARDUST CRUSADERS X READER

Warnings : none I think, the reader’s age changes according to the character, this can be read as platonic or romantic I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! It took me so long to get to this because my requests weren’t opened when you sent it in. I’m an Egyptian myself, so this was especially fun to write! Hope you like this 💗

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Masterlist

Now, Jotaro’s pretty much the definition of “Don’t care, didn’t ask”

It’s not that he genuinely doesn’t care out of callousness, but he simply doesn’t feel like it affects him much, nor does it cause any difference in the way he treats them

He does secretly enjoy the fact that they’re closer in age, and so finds it easier to come to them and listen to their tips and tricks for not getting swindled or lost in Cairo

They know the fastest routes to take, the cheapest but best kebda w sogo’ stands, and the most laidback ahwa shops for them to enjoy when they’re resting between stops; something Jotaro greatly appreciates

Stressed as he is, Jotaro can’t deny the fact that he feels his heart twitch in his chest with fondness whenever they share a few drags of shisha at night amidst the bustle of the city

Kakyoin’s usual nonchalance is curbed aside, since his curiosity and inquisitive nature pull him to them

He wants to learn more about their customs and traditions; wants to understand their lifestyle and try his best to fit in—and what better way to do that than to turn to the person who indulges him on his every whim?

Perhaps it’s because Kakyoin happens to be a good listener that they find themself going off on a tangent about how the nightlife comes alive in certain areas for “propriety”, and how revolutionaries wait patiently for their time before the country collapses and carry it on their shoulders, and so much more

When he isn’t keenly absorbing all that information, he’s asking them to teach him how to play tawla, and reveling in the feeling of slowly getting better at the game

He does feel a certain warmth in his face and tummy when he sees the proud smile on their face as they observe him picking up on everything they teach him

Polnareff didn’t care either, but for an entirely different reason: he was set on wooing them eitherways

He’d try to charm them with all the weapons he had in his arsenal, but for an Egyptian who’s so used to it, it’s kind of hard to impress them with flowery words and gestures

What does win them over is his chivalry, which flatters them more than anything; something they intend to repay by taking them to the most affordable but comfortable accommodations they know, which Polnareff is thrilled by

Given his friendship with Avdol, Polnareff definitely goes to them to learn Egyptian cursewords so he can exasperate the man even more (“Erm, pardon, but why does this one refer to someone’s mother’s genitals—“)

Seeing how reliable they are in their current setting definitely endears them even more to him, because it’s well-known that Polnareff finds strength and kindness immensely attractive

Avdol’s pretty much internally weeping with relief at the fact that he’s got another Egyptian with him, given the fact that the others have probably publicly humiliated him on more than one occasion with their lack of awareness

It’s safe to say that there’s a very high possibility that Avdol comes out of this experience with them permanently by his side—and whether as a lifelong friend, or as a permanent partner, it’s entirely up to them

They just get each other; he knows just when they need to take a break from guiding the others and need to unwind with a few cups of shay be laban with him, he knows when they want to cuss out the entire trip in the filthiest choice of words to the one man who can laugh with them, and he knows when they wish to indulge in some termes bel shatta by the Nile Corniche, happily munching and spitting out the shells as they trek closer to the mansion

Avdol’s finely attuned to their wants and needs, and they do the same to him—something that pulls forth all the affections he has burrowed in his chest, and he finds himself enjoying the way they dote on him with twinkling eyes and a knowing smile

The feeling that they’re always sharing an inside joke is what makes Cairo feel more like home than ever, and Avdol doesn’t want to let go of that feeling any time soon

Joseph is… definitely a handful, given that he sometimes unknowingly acts like a typical white old man, whose actions can sometimes come across as tone-deaf or thoughtless

They do know that he doesn’t mean it, though, and that he’s actively trying to unlearn the stereotypes he’s used to, so they take the time to patiently teach him all the right customs and traditions, and correct him on his misconceptions

It’s their kindness that touches him the most; their almost-selflessness shows him just how much they care about him, especially when it’s something as simple as finding him his favorite beer in an obscure Drinkies shop, or replacing his tattered gloves with handmade leather ones from El Wekala

Knowing the city like the back of their hand also increases Joseph’s soft spot for them, seeing as how he tends to get lost among the similar looking streets and hawary, and they always drag him back via the most accessible shortcuts

Joseph smiles wistfully as he sees their youthfulness and the way their presence brightens their dreary group just a little more, and he loses himself in whatever they drag him into, knowing he’d love it anyways

Kebda w sogo’ : liver and sausage

Ahwa : coffee

Shisha : hookah

Tawla : traditional Egyptian board game

Shay be laban : tea with milk

Termes bel shatta : lupin beans with chili

Drinkies : popular alcohol shop

El Wekala : famous place for thrifting clothes and handmade items

Hawary : alleys

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @mrsgiovanna @boorishbrambling

[navstuffs]

i saw youre taking requezts for ezio hehe, so maybe some writing with ezio admiring fem!reader while shes training??:)

Something in the way you move

Pairing: ACBrotherhood!Ezio x F!Reader

Summary: Ezio always got distracted when he saw you in action.

Warnings: some minor-violence, ezio is heart eyes to reader

Author's Note: heeey, yes, thank you for requesting with me! i won't lie i had a little hard time with this one (im not very good at describing fights), so i seriously hope you like this! thank you for your patience in waiting as well!

Ezio always got distracted when he saw you in action.

He didn't know if he was amazed or scared—or both.

You were one of the first recruits he saved. He didn't think you needed that much help; oh no, Ezio probably saved those soldiers from a more humiliating death. Despite lacking technical skills, you had brute strength. And more than that, Ezio felt your anger with every hit you gave.

He didn't see that on anybody else except, well, his younger self.

So he told himself that's where his fascination with you started: observing you get better each day. That's why when Ezio arrived on Tiber Island and heard sounds of struggle, he was hopeful it was you. You had improved so much in the last couple of months. And to his luck, there you were, facing an opponent.

He didn't know what he liked more: your concentrated gaze or stance, ready to pounce on your adversary. You always seemed to be daring them to fight with you. Or dance. Ezio didn't know much about dancing, except the way you fought was the closest thing he ever came to it.

He didn't really know what kind of beast he was creating.

When your adversary finally makes a move, Ezio has to hold back to not shake his head. You fool your opponent, dodging in the last second. Next, with your adversary's late reaction, you kick their inner tights, forcing them to the floor. Then you grab his arms and pull the hidden blades on his neck.

You help your adversary get up, tapping them on their back and starting again. Ezio could watch you for hours, both of you not realizing his presence, leaned against the wall observing, his eyes not leaving your form for one moment.

It was like admiring one of Leonardo's paintings but much more realistic since you were alive and moving. You were real. Ezio was so unfocused that he got startled when your adversary fell to the floor again, defeated.

"You know you should have blocked your left this time!" He hears you complain, helping your adversary up.

Ezio must have made some sort of noise because you finally see him, greeting him respectfully.

"Oh no, per favore, don't stop because of me!" Ezio says, shaking his hands.

You look half-nervous at your opponent, Antonio, knowing precisely what he will say when Ezio leaves: that Il Mentore seemed to be staring at you—a lot. Before, you would brush that off as a silly thing, a joke between Assassins. But now? Oh yeah, you noticed. You noticed Ezio's eyes on you every time he took you training. And that made you nervous.

Because it felt different from the others, he wasn't just observing you. He was admiring, distracted every time he saw you train. That always made your stomach drop when Ezio's stare was on you.

You told yourself it was due to impressing Il Mentore to make him proud. But you knew deep inside there was more than that. When Ezio finally leaves, you sigh, relieved, stopping the fight. Antonio giggles, and you lift your hand to warn him before he can open his mouth.

"I swear, Antonio if you say anything-"

"Well. I don't need to say it, right? It is obvious now. Il Mentore has eyes for you!"

"Stai Zitto!" You rush, looking back to make sure Ezio really left. Antonio gives giggles again, getting ready to attack. You roll your eyes, ignoring how your body felt warm and fuzzy.

"Prepare to get your ass kicked, bastardo."

Stai Zitto = Shut up

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

[plounce]

aghhhh i dont wanna kms (even though it would be easier and less humiliating than staying alive as the person i unchangeably am) bc my baby niece loves me so much but she wont remember me if i died before her 4th bday and her whole life there will be this weird longing memory of the aunt she's told loved her so much and spent all her infancy with and who she loved so much but she isn't able to grasp that memory and it'll always be this strange absence of feeling and memory that she'll know was supposed to be important, because everyone else will know and remember it, but she won't. which is a very abstract thing to make me not think seriously about killing myself but im sure my baby niece appreciates it. and everyone else i suppose

[lonelybiscuits]

Ah yes, here are the head canons no one asked for, but Im hyper fixated on these four so here we go!

Backstories:

Ogron; [I actually had a dream that he had a boyfriend and I accidentally aliven’t him so we’re working with that] I believe that long before magic was erased earth had its own version of red fountain, specifically because other beings tended to look down on earth creatures. I believe in his youth, his father replaced his mother with a cruel fairy, who ended up killing his mother,. Though he couldn’t prove it was her. She treated him poorly, and as soon as he could escape he did. He then met his lover, and him and his boyfriend both attended this red fountain knock off school, but somewhere along the way a few rogue/evil fairies attacked the school and his bf was caught in the cross fire. Losing his mother and lover to fairies, Ogron hatred solidified and his hunt began.

Gantlos; Gantlos was actually also a victim of rogue fairies, but he was too young to witness the destruction itself, and only grew up in the aftermath. He lived in a very cold region where winter was long and harsh, and slowly watched his mother freeze/starve to death along with his siblings. He had tried to keep everyone alive after his mother’s demise, but the young ones just weren’t strong enough. This led to a magical awakening of sorts and he ended up causing miles of destruction in his grief. A fairy who was the daughter of one of the ones that destroyed his home town found him and took him in. Everything was starting to warm up, until he overheard a meeting in which his home’s destruction was mentioned. He immediately confronted the fairies, and though the young fairy tried to save him the anguish, he found out the truth and in a fit of rage decimated them all.

Anagan; Anagan has a much more mild backstory. He grew up in a town where nature was the center of everything. It was practically worshipped, so nature magic was looked up upon. He wasn’t exactly an outcast, but his lack of ability in the natural magic made him fall short of his social status. One night he was walking the trail of the forest when he heard a few people scheming in the woods to destroy an ancient magical tree and attempt to harvest its magic. He tried to intervene himself but wasn’t quick enough. The tree was destroyed, in order to prevent the bandits from doing anymore damage, he quickly absorbed the magic himself. By the time the people of town found out it was too late, he tried to tell everyone what happened but the nature fairies blamed him, and this the whole town. No matter how much he tried to explain, the evidence was against him. He was run out of town by the fairies. He resented them for not believing him, and that’s where it started for him, though the actual taking of wings didn’t start until after meeting the others

Duman: his powers are rare and desirable. Most shapeshifters are reclusive and try not to blend with other magic species for fear of exploitation. When he was young he ventured too far out towards a neighboring village. His mother caught up with him, scolding him for going so far out alone. They were heading back when a fairy stopped them. She attacked his mother and while distracted, Duman was taken. He was sold to a rich sisterhood of fairies who mistreated him frequently and displayed him like a circus animal, he was frequently forced to overuse his transformation abilities, and beaten if he couldn’t comply. They publicly humiliated him and paraded him around. One night , Ogron was at a gala, he was there looking for fairies he felt were unworthy of their wings. When the fairies arrived with Duman and began their gaudy display of him, Ogron knew he had to save him. He followed them home and once all had turned in for the night, he began destroying them one by one. He found Duman locked in a cage in a basement, after releasing him, they searched for the fairy that had attacked his mother, and Duman destroyed her.

[ln-stories]

Mammon's mc!

This is the second drawing and headcannons of my mini series with the obey charachers with their custom sheep mcs. Previously i done simeon's mc, after alot of consideration i decided to do Mammon next with his own custom sheep mc!. If you wanna check previous stuff check my page and thank you for reading and im accepting requests for the next obey me characher!

(Apologies for any grammar mistakes)

Second Mammon's MC

Warnings: spoiler alert for the series lessons

Headcanons:

This mc (she/they)

Personality: confident, skillful (plus knows karate), a dumbass sometimes like Mammon, small anger issues, chaotic good vibes. 

1) This mc is the exact opposite of simeon's mc since she is the largest one in this series. Height is around 5'3 on two legs

2) She is very fluffy and glittery giving magical girl vibes on her looks

3) When The mc arrived at the devildom, she was shocked but was feeling like she could take the demons in a fight if they didn't return her back. (spoiler alert: those karate classes she took back in the human world didn't work much on The demon prince Lucifer XDDDD)

4)Later on she was assigned to Mammon to guard her and guide her through the devildom. Let me tell you reader this didn't go as planned as you saw in the earliest chapters of the story. This mc is much more fiesty as well so this didn't help much the situation either.

5) Slowly mc is trying her best to adapt her new lifestyle while also go ham on Mammon everytime that he tried to steal something from her room to sell it off.

6)Mammon was forced to make the pact the mc after the "Goldie incident". He is now listening to her more. Thought they still don't trust eachother at all.

7)After the TLC showdown event, Mammon was never felt such frustration for not being there to save mc on time to the point he started regretting all the time he has been completly scammy and ditching them on random occasions. 

8) Both of them made peace with eachother and started to actually putting effort to their friendship. (Occasionally ofc Mammon would be a tsudere as per usual XD)

9)They started hang out more and more, slowly lowering the iQ of the Mc as Mammon was pulling them into pranks, and other dumb situations. MC didn't mind it one bit though. Sometimes it's ok to be a little silly.

10) Mc teaches Mammon karate whitch is probably hilarious cuz Mammon would show the brothers what he learn just to not mess with him and embarrassed himself everytime he either falls down the stairs or he trying to punch metal and instantly regret it.

11) obviously Mc is Mammon's "first" as mammon call it. They are absolutely jealous when other people try to get close to them, especially the purgatory squad that just want to get to know her better. It's a big no to him. (closest friendships: Mammon, Levi, maybe Beel too?)

12)At this point Mammon and mc are besties. Mammon is not the best when it comes to sharing or gifting but for the mc he will even use Goldie whitch is a really rare occasion.

13)Movie nights and hellsauce noodles are regular thing when they hang out. It's like a comfort for both of them. (both cheap and fun!)

14) At the lesson 16 Mammon felt like he lost some centuries of his life just by mc not moving in his arms. He didn't felt like he lost just a friend. He felt like he lost the first person who actually gets him in a deep level. (oop mc is alive and so is Mammon's sanity!)

15) After a while Mammon felt like he became mc's right hand man, doing pranks, hanging out everyday, sitting down together at lunch and prank lucifer from time to time for good measure. (bad idea)

16)Lucifer himself sometimes tried to seperate you two because they were lowering the IQ of the whole house of lamentation as the other brothers joined in the dumbassery for fun.

17) Mammon is getting better at karate? Ye! He even humiliated a lower demons for trying to harm mc. Mc found was crying with tears of joy because she teached him well.

18) The mc showed the human realm to Mammon and the brothers. Let's say Mammon loved all the new flavor cheap noodles packets that got from the human Realm.

19) The mc loves to wear earrings so the final gift that Mammon gave her before RAD ended was an earring with his symbol to always remember that he will always be next to her whenever he needed her. The mc treasured it for life.

20) After RAD ended Mammon and mc were visiting their realms back and forth whenever they could, mostly Mc visited devildom thought. Mc made had mostly befriended all the brothers but the purgatory hall squad aren't as close as she wanted to admit. 

Thank you for reading! request are open for next obey me characher and custom mc!

[theresawtf]

YANDERE SOOBIN PLS PLS PLS

soobean my beloved 🚶🏻‍♀️

as you requested stinky (im so nervous to post this 🚶🏻‍♀️)

warnings-dark content ahead please mdni, pantie thief, mentions of violence (not towards reader), manipulative soobin🚶🏻‍♀️, use of hidden cameras, themes of baby trapping doesn’t actually happen tho (HA FAILED ATTEMPT LOSER PERV SOOBIN), no protection (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP IT PLEASE), thats about it i fink.

word count- >1k

THIS IS NO WAY IS HOW THE MEMBERS ARE REPRESENTED, THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL.

if you are under 18 i will block you.

꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒⠀𓈒

there were days that soobin really wish he didn’t have to be so obsessed with you, as time went on he knew he wasn’t able to keep the facade up— being the perfect loving boyfriend that was willing to do anything to make sure you were happy, there was so many things that you could look past, countless fun dates, showering you in gifts that he knew you’d want, not to mention fucking you till the birds were singing.

pervsoobin who was constantly being reminded of how the whole relationship started and of course it started with stealing your used panties slowly jerking off to the thought of your poor abused cunt but he knew as soon as it started that he wanted more than just being a panties thief.

he’s done more than just that— to think that he wouldn’t beat the shit out of anyone who would hurt your feelings, no he would humiliate them to no end till they chose to leave you alone. he’s gone to several length to keep every man that try’s to hook up with you as far as he can, going to the extent of blocking them on your phone. and when you cant figure out why they aren’t messaging you back, he’s there to comfort you or fuck you.

pervsoobin who can’t stand to be away from you for long, so when you ask him to check on your house plants while your on a trip he will leave one single camera in your room and one in the bathroom. leaving himself to fuck his hand to the scent of you while you’re out enjoying your trip.

but little did he know that you’d be coming home a day early and seeing the already stained sheets that he left, intending on cleaning it up before you came home. but you paid no mind to it, just changing them and going on with your day.

after wards you bought him a small plant as a thanks for not killing your plants for the entirety of the trip. as soobin slowly opened his door you practically jump into his arms giving him a giant hug.

“ahh soobiniee thank you for taking such good care of my plants, here i got you this aloe plant since youre so good as keeping plants alive..” as you rambled on all soobin could think of is your encounter with your vibrator last night, the precious moans being picked up by the cameras he placed in the most perfect spots. he couldnt get enough so he just had to watch you shower after wards still being sensitive from the toy he was jealous of. only when you place the plant in his hands does he get shaken from those memories.

“soobin don’t tell me you don’t like it” you say with a little pout, he couldn’t get enough of those lips, he wanted them only on his, he only wanted you and he was determined to make you his.

“oh y/n i love it, did you want to come in and have some ramen? i was just gonna make some.” if it was one thing he was always going to try and get you alone, and then just maybe you’ll be all his just like he planned. and with that you nodded and headed in continuing to ramble about aloe plants and how they didn’t need to be watered very often. but all he could pay attention to was you, everything about you was fogging his brain till it came down to it he had you right where he wanted you, legs up over his shoulder and your hands scratching his biceps. he couldn’t help it your cunt was so wet for him you were just sucking him in just right, he was willing to go all night and be late for work the next day just to keep you satisfied and ready for more.

after months of going back and forth with you pervsoobin has decided it was no need for the cameras once you ask him to move in with you, after your last relationship you had been scared of being alone, and thankful with soobin always being around you always had someone to help around the house, not worrying about your crazy ex’s.

pervsoobin who is completely obsessed with your cunt and is always trying to convince you to let him take pictures of you two during intercourse, but every time you say no he’s already snapping photos as soon as you fall asleep on his cock. only after the photo he’ll wake you up for more, he just loves you fill you up so good :3

but of course not all relationships are perfect! but once you guys started hitting a rough patch he knew exactly what he needed to do to keep you all to himself. of course he knew when your cycle was so he wasted no time, since you weren’t on birth control it didnt take long to convince you to not use a condom, that he would pull out like any good boyfriend would!!

but of course pervsoobin wouldn’t let that little lie get in the way of what he wanted. he was determined to keep you, even if that meant he had to keep cumming in you till he knew for a fact that you were pregnant with his child and by his logic you couldn’t leave. but once you were about to reach your high your muscle memory kicked in faster than soobin’s bad acting you interlocked your legs around soobins waist not wanting to loose the sensation in between your legs

“baby you gotta let go or else im gonna cum inside you.” soobin rubbed your waist while still keeping his pace as you continue to keep your legs in place.

“mmh soob baby please don’t stop.” you didn’t care if he came i mean if its only once it couldn’t hurt. the feeling of him so close was enough to send you over the edge, you weren’t going to let go that quickly.

you both finally finished your first orgasm of the night, and now the night was just starting for you both with this new found favorite, if anything you liked being fucked raw more than pervsoobin did

tag list: @jakeshotpocket @soobinsnumber1

authors notes- i would like to reiterate that this does NOT represent the members on txt at ALL. this is completely fictional and does not define them at all.

[foolsocracy]

As the one who can't stop sending you long-winded overly poetic asks, I personally love your long responses back. STORIES WITH THEMES, SYMBOLISMS EVEN!! WHEN THE ANALYSIS?? Y'KNOW?

I'll read over the post again a bit later and try to come up with a more thoughtful response, but, ough. So ready to die honorably, just like everyone else, you've already dug your grave beside your family's. And then, by your joints and limbs, you're unearthed again. Some poor, bedraggled marrionette. Fuck.

HAHA thank you! THE THEMES.. THE MOTIFS.. its all right there and free for the picking! And ive got all your other asks in my inbox and i want to answer them as timely as possible, i do, but alas---i'm slow. thanks for ur patience <3

and im jumping on this too. we're like a tag team, you and i.

being put to rest (however violently) and being pulled back into being alive has to be horrific for anyone. But because im the #1 jewish peter parker fan, i kinda want to comment on this with a bit of a jewish lens as well.

In Judaism, there isn't really a heaven/hell/etc. It's described as a type of oblivion that is as far from heaven as possible. The dead exist there without knowledge or feeling. There is a total disconnect and inability to communicate with god. I wanted to mention this because imagine the surprise of not being disconnected from god at death, but instead being forcibly man-handled into resurrection. Peter very well could have thought he'd be free of his curse once he died. Sorry pete but life has more in store for you.

In jewish tradition, it is customary for someone to be buried within 24 hours of dying. Today, this concept is translated to 'as soon as possible' and is a bit more lenient. It is the family's job to bury their dead, but if they are unable to do so it is up for the community to take up the task. There are no exceptions to the burial rule; "even criminals who have been put to death, the unclaimed slain, suicides, and strangers to the community" would be buried. It is a tradition created from compassion. "To be denied burial was the most humiliating indignity that could be inflicted on the deceased, for it meant 'to become food for beasts of prey.'" Prior to burial, it is also customary to have someone, typically family, accompany the body of the deceased out of respect, as they are seen as defenseless, and as a comfort to the soul that rests within it.

I wonder if he would have ever thought about that aspect of dying alone. Was there any kind of debate, whether it'd be worth it to die as Peter Parker, a boy with a name to his face and an aunt at home, or to die as The Spider-Man, fighting for whats right, but a stranger to everyone, alone? And what of when he wakes up again, after death, knowing he was unburied, left to rot. If that isn't a signifier of just how alone he is, I don't know what is.

There are two ways he could have been honored, i suppose. The traditional sense, through his family's and community's customs. Being laid to rest beneath the ground with others at his side. Or on the streets of the city, alone but dying for everything his family believed in. Finding solace in following in their footsteps. He gets neither, of course.

[lemonzestywrites]

soo uhhh im still alive-

i know so many of you have been tagging me in tag games and i swear i see them but i was unfornutantly busy this week 🫣 i am alive still and ive added like a good 3k so here's a little feast in payment for my absence

✨(nsfw below the cut!)✨ also prepare yourselves its a long one

“You know what I’ve found out?” Buck asks his voice a devilish whisper of temptation and desire, the kind of coy taunting of everything Eddie wants so badly. Every coherent thought feels like it's nothing more than a semblance of a memory. All of it flutters and dissipates too quickly, like fog on an early morning day. Everything else around him feels so distant, only reduced to everything right in front of him- to the warmth of Buck’s hand, the rampant pleasure that coils through Eddie wildly, the ropes around his wrists. He can’t even begin to form words right now, he can’t even think of a fucking way to respond to Buck outside of the breathless gasps that are spewing out from him. Thankfully, Buck doesn’t seem to mind it, if anything, he seems to thrive off watching Eddie writhe beneath him, absolutely beaming as he does too. “You have a tell. For right when you’re about to come.”

The words just barely manage to process in Eddie’s mind even as they land with a low, hushed tone, the same kind of reverence saved for confession. Except there’s no guilt or shame carried in Buck’s words. A secret nonetheless, but one shared between the two of them. A string of shared connection. A kind of intimacy never shared with anyone else.

Eddie’s not sure what this feeling is entirely. The lack of heated humiliation carried in his chest is his best guess that this is so incredibly new.

And oddly enough…he’s okay with that. The presence of something else settling in place, offering him a kind of comfort he didn’t know he could get. That he didn’t think he was allowed.

But it’s offered to him so freely. So effortlessly.

Eddie can’t help but want to fall into it. Sinking further and further into this kind, safe headspace he’s found himself in. One where fear and anxiety can’t reach him, and instead, there’s nothing offered to him but endless bliss.

Above him, he watches as Buck leans in closer, diving down to the side of Eddie’s neck, a gesture Eddie can’t even question before he feels a pair of soft lips graze his skin.

He tilts his head unconsciously, allowing Buck more access, a motion that has Buck beaming into the crook of his throat. He nips teasingly at the skin, taking pleasure in the surprised sound that escapes from Eddie. The warmth quickly pulls away before brushing back up against Eddie’s cheek. He hears Buck hum to himself, no doubt a pleased smile speaking across his lips as he slowly presses himself up against Eddie’s side.

“It makes for such a pretty sight, too,” he whispers. His wrist curls on the upstroke, sending a sharp wave of pure liquid bliss up Eddie’s spine. Holy fucking shit. A bit more precome leaks from him, likely making an even bigger mess of Buck’s hand. But he just feels Buck press a wolfish smile into his skin, using it to slick his hand further. “Your head tilted back, your breath picking up…” his words drift off, leaving whatever remnants of Eddie’s read that are still clear to be sent running with the imagery.

The whole thing feels so out of body. The mental picture of imagining himself lying there, arms tied above his head, the absolute image of debauched bliss, his cock hard and leaking in Buck’s palm, all the while he keeps Eddie balancing that perfect edge of everything he so desperately wants but can never have quite yet.

There’s a moan that gets pried out of him. Eddie’s not entirely sure if it’s in part from his own sinful mind or the eager way Buck’s tongue traces the curve of his jaw, teasing the idea ever so slightly of leaving a mark right there for the world to see.

Something about it, the very hint of temptation that laced within the motion that sends Eddie’s head damn near spinning. “Please.” He’s not sure what he’s asking for. He’s not sure that he cares.

Buck’s hand doesn’t change in pace, but his grip tightens just ever so slightly. The pressure is enough to drive Eddie fucking wild. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to keep forcing himself to fucking breathe, even when he’s not sure he can retain any amount of air.

But obviously, it doesn’t stop there. Buck works his mouth softly, pressing open-mouth kisses along his pulse point, his thumb now working in tandem in the motion as he passes it gently along the slit of his cock. “Your mouth dropping open, trying to keep all those sweet little sounds at bay,” he murmurs, his voice sounding so close and so far. “Your eyes fluttering shut cause it just feels too good."

“Buck,” Eddie gasps, not sure if he can form any other words- express any other desire. He wants to come. He wants it so badly. He just needs Buck to get him there.

“How does it feel, Eddie?” Buck teases. “As good as you thought it’d be?”

Better, he wants to yell. He’s experiencing a feeling he never knew existed. A serenity he never thought he could reach.

He honestly couldn’t more fucking glad Buck’s questions are rhetorical now cause Eddie is just barely managing to process the words, and he doubts there’s any way for him to form a semblance of a response. Not now. Not like this. Not when everything feels so good.

It’s like someone lit a match to his gasoline-doused body, and now Eddie is drowning in the flames. And it’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.

afotalwcs taglist - @eddiebabygirldiaz @your-catfish-friend @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @artemis-the-sinister

[sizhui]

Something im happy (for deeply personal sad reasons) to write about in the kagami comic is the situation of kagami being a partial clone of omois daughter who died over a decade ago. Its deeply shocking for omoi to have his prepubescent daughter come back as an adolescent boy with nothing inbetween. This is amplified by omois deep revulsion towards sexuality and the human body that stems from his sexual abuse. Omois daughter in life represented perfect purity to him, and even though her death destroyed him, in a way it helped preserve an image of his daughter as an eternal, unsullied child which brought omoi comfort... he was still able to believe that some good came out of the experiment. but now suddenly he has an older boy wearing his daughters face, a boy with an adult body with all that entails, a boy who though inexperienced with physicality takes a curious interest in morbid eroticism - as though to spite omoi. He spends the entire first act trying to mould kagami "back" into the little girl that he never was, only to have the illusion shattered at the end when he finds out that the course of the experiment defiled and impregnated his daughter before her death in order to start the clone peoduction. Omoi is disgusted to the breaking point and fights kagami in an attempt to kill him. He eventually destroys the laboratory and all the other clones but cannot bring himself to kill kagami upon realizing that kagami was raped by Maho. Omoi attempts suicide, but kagami possesses him and physically destroys the matter of his brain containing memory of his daughter, leaving omoi alive but severely impaired.

Kagamis relationships to Maho and Sho-chan will also be good to write about although not as interestijf as the parenthood dilemma. Sho-chan is a cishet man who was in love with omois daughter when they were both young, and never accepted her death, deluding himself with daydreams of the girl coming back as an adult who could be his partner... but when she finally does "return" it is as a man. Sho-chan finds himself extremely drawn to kagami, and though reluctant at first, they eventually bond only for sho-chan to shyly ask kagami if he could shapeshift into a female body for him. The words "it's just two bumps and a hole, it's no philosophy" completely ruins kagamis trust in him, because everything that sho-chan and others previously affirmed to kagami about his personhood is fatally challenged by the idea that he will become desirable if he becomes more like a dead woman than a living man. Sho-chan and kagami never managed to be friends again afterwards.

Maho is just a sad woman who toys with others to affirm her own crumbling existence. I never see jirai onna characters who are presented as more than the aesthetic and actually embody that very grim, toxic and miserable lifestyle. She is disgusted with kagami being essentially a mass produced good (which brings out a slight irony as women wearing hear style, girly kei, are often called 'mass produced types') initially she refers to kagami as an "it" and once dresses him in her clothes trying to humiliate him, but eventually begins coercing him into a relationship. What happens is kind of depressing so ill leave it for the comic.

Anyway, this comic is more or less my meditation on transmasculinity, personhood and sexual trauma. But with punching and fighting.

[baby-xemnas]

I absolutely love your lawBepo works and thoughts and was just wondering what you think the dynamic between Law, Bepo and Zepo if Zepo had lived or in a modern au of sorts?

thank you im very glad ❤️❤️❤️❤️

spoke abt it a lil but i cant find those posts atm im sleepy BUT

i have the idea of zepo being a demanding older brother, he is much rougher and tougher than bepo in exterior so he would not be very impressed with bepo upon meeting him i think LOL

just my opinion i love conflict i love characters being realistically shitty. not saying zepo would humiliate bepo and break his heart by expressing disappointment, no, he is Very happy that bepo is okay and seems happy with his life

its just that i dont think zepo would see him as an equal in a sense that they are both pirates now and all. no thats his baby brother. unwittingly he might treat bepo a little condescending, he means well tho and it kinda slides because bepo isnt prideful

the only thing bepo is prideful about is being an important part of laws crew.

It would be extremely clear to zepo how much under his captain's boot bepo is, it might even concern him if not how fiercely defensive bepo got at a smallest suggestion that maybe bepo should think about establishing himself better. he acts way too much like an underling! how is he okay with this?

he is so okay big bro you cant even imagine

it becomes apparent that law's authority is much bigger than his own over bepo. and zepo doesnt fight for it to reestablish himself in bepos eyes but he may side eye law a little. its like having a thing taken away from you that you didnt Really need but its like "what if i would need it in the future tho!" kinda feel you know

all this not to say zepo doesnt love bepo of course he does, but oda did the most to give those two brothers next to zero connection, as minimal connection as possible so im going off of that

zepo left bepo on zou thinking he would stay and not do anything stupid by himself (like fall off zuneshas leg)

but bepo is a vulnerable soul so he dedicated himself to following him but not really because he fell in love with law and couldnt think for himself anymore so the idea of searching for zepo was put on the forever backburner

so i think the way zepo treats bepo is how you treat a relative you like but see like once a year

zepo i got in my head isnt gonna try that hard to stick his nose in bepo's business but he would judge law for making his brother a wet noodle

zepo is a classic jock older bro to me ok

hes like jee thanks law for amplifying my brothers weakest traits (he doesnt say it out loud he chuckles vaguely and bepo never notices cuz they lived apart from each other for so long bepo has no clue what his brothers emotional cues ars lol)

he IS impressed by laws strength if he ever gets a demonstration and that placates zepo a little because at least if bepo is a yes man underling its for someone strong who will keep bepo alive

all this translates to modern au