#it’s kinda overwhelming. i wish i had some more direction

[motheyes]

man things have been crazy

[satanghulu]

under a trance!

✦ PAIRING: mammon x reader ✦ SUMMARY: mammon goes under anesthesia. shenanigans ensues. ✦ WC: 0.7K

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“Yer’ so cute.”

The sight in front of you could only be described as endearing. It was cute, unbearably so. The ditzy look on Mammon’s face and his dopey smile makes you want to pinch his cheek, but you refrain from doing so to maintain some form of dignity.

“Thanks?” You answer, shifting his current position to sit upright, prompting him against the wall as he flops around like a boneless pack of goo. You stifled a laugh. Lucifer had assigned you to pick up Mammon from the dentist, which you had initially assumed was for a regular dental checkup. Though looking at the state of the demon in front of you, he definitely had undergone some kind of procedure. 

“Who are you?” Mammon threw his arms over you as he leaned into your chest to take in a deep inhale, “You smell so good.” He mumbles with his cheeks squashed against you. His half-lidded eyes were hazy and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a quick pat on the head.

“I’m your human.” You said simply. His face scrunches up into an adorable frown as he pulls back to pout at you. The sound of the door opening sends Mammon scuttling back with a groan, knocking his head against the wall. Thankfully, demons are hardier than they look, and after a quick checkover, you twisted to see who had entered the room.

“Ah, you’re here to pick Mammon up right?” A person? demon clad in all white, presumbly the dentist, questions you. He peers past you to look at the patient, who is hissing at him and taking a defensive stance. It was pretty amusing to see a full-grown man curl in on himself to exhibit behaviour similar to the cats that Satan feeds.

You nod.

“Great. He just took out his wisdom teeth and is now under anesthesia. The effects should wear off pretty quickly.” The dentist starts, tapping on his clipboard before handing you a stack of instructions. He then continues to overwhelm you with a long list of aftercare steps that you have already forgotten. Noticing you were distracted, Mammon had taken his chance to cling onto you again, nudging your hand to find its place on the top of his head. You take it as a cue to start petting him.

It was kinda sweet how little inhibitions the Avatar of Greed had when he was medicated. It makes your stomach do a flip whenever he directs you a dorky grin. It almost makes you wish that he could be more forthcoming but his brand of tsundere was what appealed to you to fall head over heels in the first place.

Somehow, the admission that demons had wisdom teeth came to you as a surprise and the thought of it was pretty funny. Briefly, you wonder if the other brothers had already gone through this process.

From your position on the bed beside Mammon, you idly continue your action of stroking his head while he mumbles gibberish into your chest. And you’re pretty sure he’s also slobbering on you if the wet patches on the front of your shirt were any indication. (And of course, you jumped at the chance to take multiple photos and videos and had already backed it up.)

“Mammon.” You tried to admonish him. He lifts his head dazedly at the sound of your voice, and you can’t help but change your tone to coo at him. It was so adorable to watch him preen under your attention. It was a rare sight to see him like this and you were going to exploit every opportunity you could. 

You kiss the top of his head.

“No… I have my treasure…” His voice had shifted to a sleepier tone even as his arms tightened around you. But seriously, he has you in his arms and he’s still thinking about Goldie? You were slightly offended at the thought.

“Ya smell like them… My treasure. Treasure!” Mammon roared, suddenly biting the corner of your shoulder hard. A flash of pain jolted through you at his unexpected movement.

“What the-- Ouch!” You quickly swatted him with the back of his hand, glancing down at your shoulder to see the damage sustained. A clear impression of the bite mark was imprinted right on the edge, though thankfully, it wasn’t as deep as it had felt.

You pull back to look at him disapprovingly.

“Treasure!” He slurs happily with a dumb look. This time, you kind of wanted to punch him.

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a/n ▸ dorky mammon has my heart. also i know I'm terribly late for his birthday whoops

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I absolutely loved your latest tae fic!!! I would like to please request slight yandere jungkook with slight dd/lg please :)

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pairing: yandere! jungkook x f! reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au ||

summary: just you and your high-school sweetheart.

word count: 5k

tags/ warnings: slight (i think it’s more than slight) ddlg, fluff, briefly mentioned death/ murder, smut in the forms of : unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), cumming in panties, masturbation, dom! jk, crybaby sub! reader, oral (m! receiving), grinding against a foot, dick riding, doggy, creampie, multiple orgasms, dildos, there’s a tentacle dildo mentioned too, squirting, cock slut reader, jks kinda mean as well in some parts and idk where it came from, dacryphilia

notes: ahh i’m glad you liked it! and here i present ~ yandere bf jungkook! i hope this is okay! i found this a lot harder than i thought i would so i hope this is what was wanted this is also like 30% plot and the rest just them fucking :’)

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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You’re unsure of when you and Jungkook had gotten together; the lines between romance and friendship always a little too blurry for you to differentiate between the two.

Even in the beginning it seemed neither of you could get enough of each other. Drawn to one another like two opposite ends of a magnet.

Jungkook however, knew the exact day, hell, the exact hour he first laid his eyes on you; of course he knew. He knew everything about you. He knew everything about you before you even knew he existed.

That might be a little dramatic but neither of you had ever spoken before, you shared a few classes and Jungkook doubts you’d ever looked in his direction, let alone gossip about him like a few of your classmates did about the boys in your grade. He doubted you even knew his name.

It was meant to be a meagre high-school crush. He was only meant to watch you from afar, maybe be frisky and become one of many secret admirers on valentine’s day; though he knows you never read the letters that piled up in your locker—and just wish for the day he worked up the courage to talk to you.

Fantasies only seemed to get him so far. Perfect for when his cock throbbed at the mere idea of being in the same room as you, with your skirt that would be so easy just to flip up as he fucked you from behind over the teacher’s desk; but he wanted the real thing.

He’ll admit, he wasn’t the best looking when the two of you first met. Not like now, his body permanently inked with his own art, a plethora of piercings that you frown about when he comes home with a new one. Nothing a sweet, soft kiss couldn’t fix from your doting boyfriend.

It’s not that you didn’t like them, you loved toying with the delicate earrings that would dangle, caress his neck in the way you like to; it was fact that many of them would have hurt.

You liked to deny it, waving Jungkook off when he would tease you about it, but you were a little bit of a crybaby.

Okay, maybe not a little.

But you’d always been like that.

Ever since the moment Jungkook had first found you.

You’d silently cry while reading, and he wonders if the story was really all that sad, or maybe your heart is too soft for the world. And that you just needed someone to hold you as you felt such big emotions. Nothing too overwhelming for someone as delicate as you.

Faking confidence was easier than Jungkook had initially expected. Something fabricated suddenly turning to reality the more he convinced himself that he was worth your love. That he’d worked hard for it and that no one else would ever be able to take care of you the way he knew he could. Knew he would.

He believed there was a special formula when it came to you. A set way in which you needed to be cared for and Jungkook happened to be the perfect person to carry that out.

Neither of you really had friends during high-school, both flitting from groups of people, hoping that maybe you’d fit in. Moulding yourselves around others interests and personalities; never truly yourselves when surrounded by others.

And maybe that’s why you were so perfect for each other.

It must have been fate, the day assigned seating was introduced into the history class. A spontaneous decision on your teachers part, and Jungkook’s final little push to start whatever the two of you now had.

You didn’t talk much, not that Jungkook minded. He knew you liked to listen, and so he filled the silence for the both of you. He learnt you liked writing and drawing with black ink rather than blue, and maybe that’s why so many of his tattoos lacked colour. Each delicate line reminding him of your time spent together as teenagers.

He knew he wanted tattoos the moment you’d started to draw on the palm of his hands during class. You’d always been a little fidgety, needing something to toy with, always fiddling.

And maybe that’s where this all started. A way for him to meander you in the direction he needed you. Pliant and Pretty. Moulding you into his perfect princess that would do nothing more than be subdued and malleable.

He learnt you liked soft things, your fingers running over the fabric of a sweater his mother had bought for his birthday, commenting on how you liked the texture. Pulling his arm to your face so you could rub the fabric against your cheek during lunch.

You didn’t question it when it suddenly appeared in your bedroom. Neatly folded on your desk the night after Jungkook had come round. Nor had you bothered to wash it and give it back. Liking the way it smelled like your best friend, a silent comfort for when you slept; like Jungkook was laying beside you.

And so he slowly started swapping out his wardrobe; pulling you around the mall so he could get your opinion on certain textures of fabrics. Over the years his style changed, but one thing always stayed the same; if you liked the texture, so did he.

Days of being friends slowly melted into months and years. The two of you attending different colleges and meeting new people.

That didn’t change much though.

Jungkook had gotten a job, working overtime in a shitty convenience store while you helped in a worn down family restaurant on weekends. You think maybe that was the hardest time for the both of you.

But no matter how many new people approached you or Jungkook. How many times men and women alike had stuttered out a confession to said male, you always found yourself back with him. Little red string of fate pulling the two of you back to one another each time you were apart.

By the time your last year of university rolled around, the two of you had saved up enough to move into a cruddy one bedroom apartment together, and maybe that’s when everything had felt right.

Even as you both worked, spent hours in class, you’d still come home to one another at the end of the day.

Jungkook would cook on a Saturday, boxing up lunches and dinners for the week so the two of you could spend as much time together as humanly possible. So evenings could be spent in the bedroom, huddled under blankets instead of hauled up in the dingy kitchen that was more a closet than anything else.

A few of his friends would asked him, if you were really worth the trouble. If your cunt was good enough, if the sex was that mind blowing that he marched around like a dog for you.

He would always brush them off, never telling them that he hadn’t gotten a taste of your sweet little pussy just yet. Because they didn’t need to know. The very thought of them imagining you naked was enough for him to clench his jaw tight, teeth grinding until it hurt.

And maybe that’s where something changed inside of Jungkook.

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He hadn’t meant to kill them.

He was only meant to scare them enough they never let your name linger on the tips of their tongues, spat like venom when you were nothing more than sweet, smooth honey.

Hadn’t meant to be home late to you when he knew you wanted to watch a movie with him that evening. Excited because the old woman that you worked for had given you a cake in thanks for all your help around the shop.

It had been one snide comment too far and Jungkook felt something inside of him snap.

And so he snapped the fucker’s neck, burning his body before anyone could notice he’d gone missing.

Jungkook didn’t feel bad about what he did, relived that your name could no longer be uttered by such filth.

A similar fate had followed to the countless others that started to confess to you. Motives too vulgar for someone as precious as you.

This wasn’t high school anymore and one quick social media check was enough for Jungkook to know that all these men wanted was your body.

Jungkook wasn’t like that.

You’d cried one night, wondering why your new group of friends slowly dwindled to nothing but yourself. And Jungkook had been there as your tears soaked into his shirt.

You hadn’t understood why all of them moved away without telling you. Why they all suddenly seemed to leave half way through the semester.

You’d asked Jungkook if there was something wrong with you.

He’d cradled you so gently that night, whispered promises that you were beyond perfect and maybe those so-called friends of yours were the real problem.

“You’ll stay with me forever, right” you’d rubbed your cheek against the bare skin of Jungkook’s chest.

“Of course, baby” he smooths a hand through your hair, “Just you and me forever”

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You liked that Jungkook always seemed to know what you were feeling, and you didn’t even have to tell him.

You liked that Jungkook never judged you, even when those around you would give you weary looks.

It had started with clothes.

How nothing you wore seemed to bring you much joy anymore. Dull shirts that your parents would buy for birthdays and christmases, the obligation to kind of like them because your family had spent their hard earned money on the tatty looking fabric.

You remember crying.

A little temper tantrum one evening when you were sick of it all.

Maybe it was just a bad week.

Hell, it had been a bad few weeks.

Jungkook was working overtime, you were behind on assignments and you just wanted to be held by your best friend.

You hadn’t heard when Jungkook had slipped into the apartment, socked feet nothing more than a dull thump on the wooden floor as he wandered into back bedroom.

You’d looked up at him in nothing more than your underwear and Jungkook had cooed, bending down in-front of you as he cradled your head to his chest.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he soothes, pulling you to straddle his thighs.

You hiccup, Jungkook taking a peek at all your clothes scattered across the bedroom floor.

“I don’t feel good in any of it” you snivel, a fresh wave of pearly little tears coating your cheeks.

“You can wear my stuff if you don’t like the texture, baby”

“Not the problem” you slump against him further, “wanna feel cute”

“You are cute” he smiles, pulling your head from his chest from the back of your neck. And he can only compare you to a delicate little kitten.

You pout.

“How about we buy you some new clothes? I’ve got some cash left over from last month” he smiles down at you, pressing a feather light kiss to your temple.

You blink up at Jungkook, lips parting when he slips his thumb inside of your mouth. Instinctively, you begin to suck before nodding your head.

“Thank you, kookie” you muffle, Jungkook’s dick twitching in his sweats as your tongue runs over the pad of his thumb.

“Isn’t it weird?” you asked him as he threw a pleated skirt into the basket, finger running over his bottom lip as he riffles through another rack of clothes.

“What’s weird?” he doesn’t turn to you, but he can hear the frown in your voice.

He throws a glance over his shoulder when you don’t say anything.

“Answer me, doll”

You fidget, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Aren’t these things too…” you trail off, eyes flirting to the array of pastel clothes Jungkook had helped you pick out—all soft and ever so girly, you didn’t feel pretty or dainty enough to wear any of them—“childish?” you whisper, but Jungkook hears.

“It’s not weird if you like them, baby” he chuckles, flinging an arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the back of the store.

“You’ve been a good girl today, how about a treat” he nudges you towards the shelves of little stuffed toys.

You turn back to him, brows furrowing, but all he does is give you an encouraging nod.

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He remembers the way you’d stumbled a little outside the toy store on one trip to the mall; looking for new furniture for your new apartment.

Your eyes wide with wonder at the display case, every animal you could imagine waiting to be stuffed and loved.

“Do you want one?” he’d asked.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

He’d frowned when you’d shaken your head.

“No, i’m fine. Thank you, kookie” you’d smiled. But Jungkook hadn’t bought your unease little smile. He knew you were still shy about what you wanted, always drawn to the softer things in life, and he was slowly weaving you into his perfect little girl.

So, he’d skipped back to the mall a week later, your new little friend sat carefully in a bag, with a new wardrobe for you to dress him up in.

He remembers the way your eyes had lit up. The biggest smile he’d ever seen pulling at your cheeks until they hurt.

“Do you like it, baby?” he’d bent down to your level, brushing your hair away from your forehead. You’d nodded so fast he was worried you’d give yourself whiplash.

You’d looked up at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. Frog held close to your chest for the rest of the afternoon, your hands running over its fluffy tummy as you stood by him while he cooked dinner. Because he didn’t like you cooking.

‘It’s too dangerous for small things like you, baby’

“Kook” you’d tugged on the back of his sweater.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he turned the stove down, his full attention on you.

“What do frogs eat?”

“I’m not sure” he hums, finger tapping at his chin, “probably like bugs or something. Why?”

You fidget, rocking on your heels under your boyfriends gaze.

“Wanted froggie to eat dinner with us tonight” you whisper, and Jungkook had almost missed it.

“ahh” he nods, tugging you into his chest, “better go get him then, dinner’s almost done”

Even now, as the two of you live together. Share a home. Your little frog remains at the head of the bed.

Some nights Jungkook will slither into the room late, having been busy somewhere downstairs on his laptop as you settle to bed. And he’ll find your little hand wrapped around the foot of your frog. One of his little webbed toes had matted fur, your poor frog a victim of your habit of chewing something during your sleep.

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The day the two of you had sex, was when the pits of hell had opened for Jungkook.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

Both of you were unsure the first time. Both each other’s firsts for everything and it took months to figure out the dynamic the two of you had.

It had started where most teens do, dry humping one another until you work up the courage to get naked and actually do the deed.

“Feels so good” Jungkook throws his head back as you grind over his cock, thighs tensing each time the tip nudges your clit, rough fabric of your panties only enhancing the pleasure.

“Gonna cum” you whimper, hips continuing to roll against Jungkook’s shaft. Your thighs starting to cramp with how long the two of you had been going at it.

“Come for me” he murmurs as he pulls you down for a kiss, drinking down your moans as your thighs begin to shake, electrical pleasure wracking through your body as you topple over the edge. Cum dribbling into your panties.

You’d flopped against Jungkook, chest heaving in unsteady breaths. Your heartbeats in tandem with one another as you ride out your high.

You squeaked when Jungkook flips you onto the bed, body caged beneath him as his hands start to tug at his cock.

He pushes your panties to the side, head falling onto your chest as his cum coats your slick covered folds. Your thighs twitch closed at the sensation, mouth falling open into a breathy moan when Jungkook pulls your panties back into place and pats your covered cunt, spearing his cum a little more.

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Jungkook learnt that he loved to watch you cry. Something about your blotchy face with tear tracked cheeks making his cock throb. And as much as he wanted to bend you over and shove himself balls deep inside you, the wait always seemed worth it when you’d end up sobbing for him to fill you up.

And so he started making you beg for his cock.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what you want, baby” he hums, foot coming to push at your clothed pussy.

You hike your skirt up around your waist, hips rolling forward as Jungkook toes at your clit. A jolt of pleasure causing another wad of slick to stain your panties.

A pitiful whine spills from your lips, “please, kookie”

He hums, barely acknowledging you as tears start to weigh down on your waterline. A guttural moan rumbling from Jungkook’s chest as saline tears spill down your cheeks like precious little waterfalls.

“Stupid girls like you don’t deserve cock, that’s all you can think about right? How good it would feel if daddy fucks you?” he bends down to meet your eyes, pulling you forward from underneath your arms, situating you over his foot.

You look up at him expectantly as he leans back on the sofa.

“What?” he drawls, “Get yourself off then”

Jungkook can’t help but palm himself over his jeans as you start to grind against his foot, cooing as you hiccup, hips stuttering as you find just the right angle.

“Good girl” he groans, your mouth falling open in a moan, you lean against his thigh. Nose inches away from his throbbing erection.

Your fingers fiddle with the zipper of his jeans, Jungkook helping you as he pulls his flushed cock from his boxers. He slaps the tip against your lips, lazy smile tugging at his cheeks as your tongue lolls out of your mouth, clear bead of pre-cum coating the surface.

You snivel as Jungkook teases, only inching the head of his cock past your lips before pulling back. Groaning as you let a wad of spit slick up the head of his cock.

“Please, want your cock” you continue to grind against his foot, no longer worried about coming yourself; focus set on Jungkook’s girthy length that’s inches from being inside of you.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, bringing a hand to brush your hair from your forehead, “How bad?”

You blink up at him through your lashes, not missing the way his throat bobs in impatience.

Jungkook liked to tease you but his self control had never been the best. And as much as liked to tease, he would give you anything you asked for.

You moan when he feeds his length into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as your hips stutter.

You didn’t have a gag reflex, years of Jungkook using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight slowly morphing your mouth into a perfect little hole to fuck as he pleases.

However, today he had other plans.

“Up” he pulls your head off his cock, silencing you with a kiss to your forehead when you start to whine.

“Daddy wants to cum inside your little pussy, baby” he pulls you up into his lap from under your arms.

He helps you pull your panties off, skirt pulled up so he could take a look at your soaked folds, red and puffy from grinding against him.

Your thigh highs pull taught as you slowly sink down on his length, his hand holding his cock in place as you test the waters.

Your breath hitches as the tip pushes your folds apart, a dribble of slick coating his cock as you rock your hips forwards.

The head of his cock nudges your clit and you hands fly to hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders for support as he guides his length back towards your hole.

The head of his cock pops into the tight ring of muscle, your mouth falling open at the stretch. Jungkook watches as a breathy whine tumbles from your lips as you slowly bounce on the mere inch he has tucked inside of you.

Be pulls your shirt up over your head, tugging your bra down so your tits spill over the edge as you start to inch down.

He leans forward, mean as he tugs one of your nipples with his teeth before lathering them up with spit.

Decidedly, you drop down until your ass meets his thighs, and Jungkook holds you close to his chest as you gently start to grind your hips.

He hears you sniffle, cock twitching against your velvet walls as you bounce a little.

“Why you crying, huh?” he chuckles

“Feels so good” you whisper, mouthing at the bare skin of his neck.

Goosebumps prickle down Jungkook’s spine as he feels your warm breath fan his skin.

He slowly grows impatient, hands firm on your hips as he uses the floor as leverage, hips jackhammering into your soaked cunt.

You cling onto your boyfriend, staccato of breathy “ah ah ahs” melting with the wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook thrusts up into you.

You clit rubs up against his abdomen, your thighs starting to shake as he continues his pace, his grunts being followed by the sound of his thighs smacking against your ass.

“Together, yeah?” he grunts, fingers digging into your hips, mesmerized by the way your tits bounced.

“mmhmm” is all you manage before your cunt starts to clench around his length, his thrusts a little less sharp as he starts to tip over the edge.

He leans forward, lips closing around your nipple, and that’s all it takes to push you over your peak. Your thighs shake as Jungkook languidly rolls his hips up into your, cock jolting before you feel him flood your cunt with his cum.

Your hips stutter at the feeling, fingers threading into the short hairs at the back of his head as you feel him fill you up.

“My good girl” he soothes, keeping his now softening cock inside of you to keep his seed plugged up.

“Like feeling full” you sigh, and Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe your wet cheeks.

“I love you” he smiles, his hand tangling in your hair, tugging it so you’d face him.

Jungkook presses a firm kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam.

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Lately Jungkook had been worried.

You’d been on your phone a lot recently, the screen always turned away from him when he was in the room. Never leaving it lying around the house like you usually would.

And that worried Jungkook.

You didn’t have any friends beside him, he made sure of that. He knew everyone that was in your life, and he knew everyone that would face him if they made one wrong move.

What if you were talking to other people?

He couldn’t have that.

He couldn’t have them corrupting your precious little mind.

And so, he does the only logical thing; a little snooping through your phone.

Guilt doesn’t cross his mind as he flicks through your phone.

The only chats open were your mother and him. The only contacts you had were your family and him.

He tilts his head in confusion.

Nothing seemed out of place.

He’d checked your phone months ago and nothing seemed any different, so he couldn’t understand why you’d been so skittish about him know what you were looking at.

He swipes up, ready to close all the apps he’d opened when he finds it.

His eyes widen at the screen.

“What’s this?” you shake a brown box, a week later and Jungkook peers out of the kitchen to see what you’re talking about.

“Ah, doll. Come in here and open that” he motions for you to sit at the table.

You do as told, pulling a chair out from the dining room table and placing the box in between you and Jungkook.

He pushes the box forward. Urging you to open it.

He grabs you a pair of safety scissors, fussing over you as you try and open the box before he evidently does it himself.

You can see Jungkook’s thigh bouncing in the corner of your eyes and you look up to meet his gaze that was already on your face.

“Is it a christmas present?” you ask, voice soft. And Jungkook shakes his head.

“Nope. I have 2 surprises, this one will keep you busy until we can use the second one”

Your eyebrows furrow, beyond confused about what he was talking about.

You peel away both flaps of the brown box, fingers gentle as you pull the little strips of tissue paper from what lays beneath.

You jaw falls open, eyes wide when you get a first glimpse at what Jungkook had bought you.

“Why—“ your cheeks flush a dark shade of pink, matching the hoodie Jungkook had bought you.

“I got a dick piercing” he smiles.

“Huh” you head snaps up to meet his eyes.

“We can’t have sex for 8 weeks while it heals” he explains, watching you frown, “So i got you a little present”

Your fingers skim over the ridges in the dildo. You wouldn’t have been surprised, you and Jungkook already had one upstairs somewhere in the closet; what was surprising was the shape.

“How’d you know?” you whisper, entrances by the shimmer the silicone held.

“That you like tentacles?” he asks and you hum.

“You left a tab open on your phone” he admits and you nod.

“You weren’t meant to see that” you bite your lip and Jungkook pushes himself from where he’s sat.

He leans down, thumb running along line of your jaw as he brings your lips to his own.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about with me, baby” he murmurs, fresh smelling coffee tickling your nose.

And it’s only then, what he’d just told you sinks in and your eyes glaze over with tears, “That would have hurt a lot, why would you do that” you sniff, Jungkook kissing your tears from your cheek.

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It hadn’t been hard to convince you to quit your job.

The big wide world a little too overwhelming for you, that all it took were a few gentle words from Jungkook and now all you did was stay at home.

He earned enough for the both of you, enough to spoil you when he felt like it.

So it wasn’t uncommon for him to come home to you, bouncing on a silicone cock as you watched something on the tv or color at the table with something plugging up your needy pussy.

You held your little frog to your chest, thighs straining as your bouncing morphs into your hips rocking forwards.

“Couldn’t wait until I got home?” Jungkook flops down on the couch beside you.

You meet his gaze, “Felt too empty” you whisper and Jungkook smiles over at you.

“Poor thing” he croons, running a hand through your hair, “Bend over, love”

You do so, palm of your hand keeping the dildo buried in your cunt as you bend over and show Jungkook.

His tongue wets his bottom lip, fingers grasping the base of the fake cock before he pull it out half way, only to shove it back into you.

You jolt forward, lewd moan dripping off your tongue like honey as he continues to thrust the cock into you.

“Not enough” you whine, hips canting backwards to meet his thrusts.

“No? What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Your cock” you turn to look over your shoulder, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

You watch his eyes glaze over with lust, uncaring of your whine when he tugs the fake cock out of you.

You smile when you hear him shuffle behind you, hands splayed across your hips as he lines himself up with you cunt.

You rock backwards, a silent plead for him to hurry up.

He feels your walls clench around him as he slowly pushes him, kings crown piercing dragging through you walls as he pulls back before snapping his hips forwards.

You moan, slick dribbling around Jungkook’s length as he pulls out only to slam back into you.

“Look at you, creaming all over my cock” his hand swats over the plush skin of your ass, a broken whine his response as you feel your asscheeks flare red.

“So good for me” his head tips back as he continues the pace of his hips, the backs of your thighs flushing pink as his skin comes in harsh contact with your own.

You slowly start to feel your peak forming, crashing so hard over the edge you feel a rush of wetness push Jungkook’s cock out of your core, hole clenching around nothing.

Jungkook lines himself back up, fingers trailing down the front of your body to flick at your clit, tight circles sending jolts of delicious pleasure through your body as Jungkook picks up his pace.

He ignores your cries of overstimulation, a mean chuckle rumbling through his chest as he pulls your hips towards him, his own starting to stutter as he nears his end.

“Come for me again” he groans, continuing his onslaught on your clit.

Your thighs tremble, and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s tight hold on your hips you would have collapsed.

You feel his cock twitch, your boyfriend pushing his cock as far inside of you as he can before he’s coming, the rhythmic clenching of your pussy enough to milk him dry.

Your second orgasm of the night isn’t a big as the first, watery arousal leaking down Jungkook’s cock, murky with his own white release.

“Keep it inside, please” you cry when he goes to pull his soft cock from your messy hole.

He takes a hold of the dildo, shoving it back up your tight pussy before he’s pulling you over his lap, hands skimming down your sides as you turn your attention back to the documentary you were watching.

Your hands stroking him to full hardness again. And he knows it’s going to be a long night, with you a little fussy as you squirm in his lap. Intent of your cunt being stuffed to the brim with his cum.

“So good for me, my perfect little princess”

[sugarpasteltmnt]

i am currently catching up on neon void, and it is a delight to read. your descriptions of leo’s mind is mesmerizing and grabs the reader’s attention so well. it’s very diverse and unique compared to other interpretations and fics♥️

i’m curious to know what your thinking process was like while writing leo’s insanity and his own thought processes.

(spoilers for ch11) the scene that stuck out to me the most was when leo was about to infect donnie. it felt so vulnerable and raw ahh

anyways i just want to dig into your mind a little to know how it works.

keep up the great work, you are doing wonderful.

WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭 you are so sweet thank you!! 💙💗‼️and ohmigosh what a fun ask.

tbh i sat on this one for a while to think of how to dive into it-- beware of my (VERY) long ramblings below!

this question really got me Thinkin' and i kinda popped off but!! If i may indulge myself, here's sort of a wild explanation of how i approach Leo's Insane Brain for this specific fic:

does it meet R.I.S.E???

R - Realistic? I - Interesting? S - Silly? E - Existential?

R - Realistic

"How the hell do i make this sound realistic" is often an obstacle i run into. but it's also the Secret Sauce. What really gives the thought process direction. Given Leo's current situation, he's battling between what he wants and what he needs to do. Which is often a very real problem real people have. Exaggerating it helps create a fun back-and-forth dialog that can make his thoughts seem muddled.

With Leo in this fic’s setup, there are about five main key factors i rely on with his decision making:

Happiness The root of Leo’s general personification. He’s the guy who beat Krang One. The one who escaped a place worse than Hell. After years of missing home so much he’s FINALLY home. He’s drunk on happiness. He was finally home. And that relief and joy is what makes him so jubilant and goofy.

Awareness of his goal Though Rise Leo is a very funny dude, he's still a Leonardo. Throughout the series, Leo is the voice of reason when things are getting out of hand or are potentially dangerous. Leo's had nothing but time to think. Wishing what he'd done different. Wishing he had been more serious. After five years obsessing over his mistake and missing his family, the moment he see's the opportunity to make sure this never happens again he'll latch onto it. And when the stakes are high, accentuating that tension can help with frantic impact of his thinking.

His desire to see his family This desire often clashes with point number 2. Writing his internal struggle between the two helps with the “overwhelmed thoughts” vibe. It’s hard for him to choose! And he doesn’t wanna have to choose! Playing out the conflict between his 'want' vs his 'need to do' helps me bring out his nervous thinking process.

He's self-reprimanding thoughts We all love an Angsty Leo. It was hinted in the show that he had some self-esteem issues, but who doesn't love ramping it up to 11 for a fic??? That, and he was trapped with Krang this whole time. After hearing he was nothing but trash for five years PLUS the guilt of nearly ending the world, the guy doesn't exactly see himself in a great light you know? This can help clash with point 1, again helping with that 'what he wants' vs 'what he needs to do' inner conflict.

Instinct to Survive / Feral Tendencies This one is super fun. I love feral AUs/tropes. With little to no socialization in the Prison Dimension, Leo's sanity started to slip, leaving his body's natural instincts to become more profound. Plus, with the Krang Parasite, I like to exaggerate how feral/dangerous he could be outside of 'turtle' instincts. (Seeing that parasite hosts in the movie were very violent). Sprinkling in feral moments is just a delicious thrill I love adding, and it makes the insanity factor skyrocket and it's so fun to write 🩵🩵🩵

I - Interesting

Is Leo's thought process interesting to read??? Honestly, I just gun for what I think is the most interesting; Leo's relationship with his brothers (especially Raph), and the cause and effects of his shenanigans.

Also, I liked to experiment with wonky texts to help emphasize key moments or words to grab attention. Mostly because it feels like a fun surprise to read them in my opinion. Though not necessary in writing, I thought using some funky fonts might entice and excite 💙

S- Silly

THE BIG ONE!!! EVERYONE'S FAVORITE!!! 🎉🎊🥳🎉 Something I really love love love about Rise's style is that it's silly It's unique! It's fun! I love that Leo and the others are goofy and have some slap-stick moments. And I wanted to keep that with Leo despite everything. Plus, I ADORE that in this iteration of TMNT, the characters are such showmen. They are DRAMATIC. They are SILLY. And that's something I wanna celebrate!! Plus, as much as I love angst, writing nothing but pure angst is exhausting. (And I'm sure reading pure angst isn't enjoyably to everyone.) Throwing in Silly moments is like a little moment of refreshment to me 🩵

I also like to believe that Leo kept his sense of humor out of sheer SPITE. The 'wipe that stupid grin off your face' line in the movie really stuck with me. I feel like Leo would smile through his fear and still be a clown just to spite Krang One.

E - Existential

At the end of the day, Leo is dealing with a VERY big issue. I felt like the Rise movie did an excellent job portraying the severity of an alien invasion for the setting Rise had. And the weight of the situation would be too great for one person. And this is often what I refer back to to make Leo snap. A relapse in clarity of mind. A moment for the panic and PTSD to come back in full force and make him rely on his instincts. Usually the feral instincts he became more attuned with while fleeing/fighting Krang One. It also goes hand-in-hand with his awareness of his goal (as mentioned in 'Realistic' above).

And that's kinda a word-vomit of how it goes!! Honestly??? The tug-o-war between conflicting thoughts helps me write the madness in his head. It's been super fun and interesting, and I hope it's been fun to read!!! (Though I'm telling you now I will NOT be doing those floating text tables again OOF)

Thank you again for the ask it was super fun to think about ;w; 🩵‼️

[qinluofu]

⊹﹒should not have ♡ with sae itoshi + younger sibling reader

♩﹒before reading : gn!reader, siblings!au, platonic / family love, toxic food enviroment implied, bad diet culture, no angst only meow meow ( wish i were a cat . ) ♩﹒summary : sae itoshi reacting to you trying out a toxic diet

SAE thinks you take him for a fool. how could he not notice the way that the food has been running out a bit too slow lately. it's been 14 days and there's still leftover meat and dairy products - not to mention the overwhelming bag of chocolates that are left filled to the brim AND the way that you haven't come out of your room that often anymore.

he has an inkling suspicion boiling in his mind, it's almost like a trend these days on social media where you basically starve yourself in an attempt to lose fat. he confirms it when one day when you left for school as he slowly goes up to your room and noticed the heavy addition of a weight scale in the corner.

then he notices the trashed sticky notes in the bin. he opens up the crumbled paper and boom . yeah ok you were definitely trying out those stupid diets, the sticky notes had some negative messages written, assuming you stuck them up the walls in the means to motivate yourself to eat less .

so then there's you who comes from school. you felt like it was odd that your brother didn't greet you or say anything but sae figured that he needed to give you time before he wanted to confront ( or in his case - tried to confront ) you about it. he waited for you to come down and get lunch, just in case he was wrong about it.

he waited and waited and waited.

oh but he wasn't wrong. it was 4pm and it was deadbeat silence, you were up there in your room doing god knows what. he sighed and got up from the couch, opened your door and as you were about to question him he just grabbed you by the arm and dragged you allll the way to his workout room.

you kept bickering with him, telling him to let you go but he wouldn't budge and was dead silent on the way too. it makes you wonder if he noticed the diet you've been trying out lately - albeit it wasn't really recommended you still wanted to try it out anyways. it was ultimately because your friends started doing it, so then you find yourself wanting to feel included .

sae grunts a bit and that snaps you to reality. he points to his exercising gears, avoids direct eye contact and just.

"if you really wanted to lose the fat, there are better ways too you know...." he stumbled a bit, he had an annoyed look but he was clearly shy - he continued to ramble on about diets, body muscles and whatnot. you weren't really listening, it was more of the deep realisation that he cares about you & wants you to be good and healthy.

you pinky promised sae to never try out a toxic diet ever again — just like when you were younger - but with a much deeper understanding this time.

a/n - i originally wanted this to be apart of the hc series w oliver & nagi but i realised i overwrote for sae and js kinda went "ok." and now we have a fic :x lmk if yu want this with another character

[woodsfae]

B5 S04E01 The Hour of the Wolf  previous episode - table of contents 

It's good to be back - I wanted to watch, but whenever I typed it hurt. Feeling much better now! 

I quickly browsed my last post to make sure I remembered what was going on and remembered something I wanted to say to John Sheridan. 

John. :| I like you, I do. But recall, you had to earn that affection and you kinda rode on Susan Ivanova's shoulders for awhile. As far as I was concerned. So yeah, I like you. But - and this is critical - I like Delenn a lot more than I like you. So no more shaking Delenn by the shoulders, m'kay? /speaking directly to the characters 2000's fanfic author-style

press play

G'Kar continues his trend of being the narrator. Sheridan - lost on Z'ha'dum. Garibaldi - captured by the Shadows. Ivanova - traumatized. Mollari - wished on the monkey's paw and it came true. Delenn - religious fasting and prayer. But of G'Kar himself, he says nothing. He only muses about Sheridan and Garibaldi's fates. 

Oooooh, new opening! Hearing from all the humans and also Delenn but no other aliens. It's punchier and faster than the previous openings, or at least it feels like it - I didn't check.

Aww Susan does not look like she's having a good time listening to the computer recite her incredibly busy schedule. 

Things are tense. The various species who signed the Babylon 5 are pulling their ships - or at least, most of them. They don't want to press the attack like Ivanova is trying to persuade them to do. They believe that if you go to Z'ha'dum, you die. If they go, they die. Sheridan went, and Sheridan's dead. 

It does look like, at this point, that Dr Franklin won't be involved in circumventing the prophecy that if Sheridan goes, he dies. So I am left to wonder how it will be fulfilled and then sidestepped! Knowing Sheridan's wiles, it'll either be incredibly petty levels of pedantry, overwhelming force, or overwhelming force from an unexpected direction and source. 

Centauri Prime looks...glossy. 

The Emperor is Cartagia. I will try to remember this. Londo has met him twice: one when he was a drooling infant, and once when he was "15 and trying to look up the skirts of the court ladies,." delightful. He is incredibly pretentious. 

He actually puts his fucking finger in one of the ladies' mouths while talking about walking among the common people in his short crest. So, so cringe. She seems to be into it. 

I hate Centauri court already. :| Luckily, Londo also hates it, so we can be comrades in arms in this terrible place. His suffering makes him more tolerable for sure. 

Vir has been collecting information from Londo's Shadows contacts while he's gone! And they're coordinated enough to report what happened in the last episode with a high degree of accuracy. The chasm he jumped into is two miles deep. That's only a little short of falling the height of Mt Fuji. And Susan has a sad about her friend. :/  Little does she know, he's gonna be resurrected.

Fucking Morden is here to make Londo's day a little better. And oh my god, he got fucked up. But the Shadows claim he'll "be better soon." Better be dead soon! >.> Emperor Cartagia knows about Morden, so he claims. And he's made a deal with the Shadows - the Shadows are putting ships around Centauri Prime.

New prophecy prediction: Londo's going to murder Emperor Cartagia. Still not sure if he'll be the direct successor, though. Logic says yes, but drama says maybe-no.

Delenn wishes to speak with not-Kosh, but Lyta says no. not-Kosh doesn't speak. Hasn't come to any council meetings, won't return Delenn's calls. Until he does speak! He knows what's up, but won't do anything. He calls Sheridan irrelevant. And says that Sheridan's actions opened an unexpected door. So although there was a prophecy that Sheridan would go to, and die on, Z'ha'dum, he carried it out in an unexpected way? That's cool. Vorlon-stymying machine, that one!

But with how he's dealing with Delenn, he's sure destroying some of her respect for the Vorlons as an elder species and demigods of the universe. 

 So funny that Zack Allen notices someone's in Garibaldi's quarters by seeing the door half open. Since when to the doors ever do anything but open and then close again immediately. lol. 

G'Kar is searching his quarters and they have a friendly chat. Ahh and here's the famous scene about Daffy Duck being described to G'Kar as a god of frustration! That's pretty good. 

Is...is G'Kar saying that he owes Garibaldi, and his new mindset he got from being in prison...in a good way? yikes. Anyway, he's off to find Garibaldi. It would be pretty funny if, as serenely as he describes his new quest, he also carries it out thus. Then serenely punches Garibaldi after he rescues him. haha. But that won't happen, I'm sure - they've seemed to be on good terms, and the show really doesn't seem to understand what horrific injustices they are putting the Narns, and G'Kar, through without any thematic wins. 

Emperor Cartagia is not only allowing Shadows to post ships around the planet, but also a palace to stay in. 

He's a megalomaniac with literal delusions of impending godhood. "I've known all my life that it's what I was born for." WHAT. 

"When I become a god, I will forgive you your rudeness, Mollari. [...] For now, I will simply try to forget it." lololol

ah! not-Kosh is sucking Lyta! And not in the fun way! She does not look well. She's 'carrying him with her', and not in the same way she 'carried Kosh'. Hm. Mysterious telepathy and mysterious Vorlon shit. Oh - and I didn't notice till she put on her environment mask, but not-Kosh was making her freaking stand in the wrong atmosphere for her while he used her strength! Seriously messed up. Is not-Kosh about to be the first Vorlon of the second war of the shadows to defect?? Or just an example of "With friends like that, who needs enemies,"?

I. Don't believe that Vir sleeps with his crest up. Or that it stays up in anyone sleep. It's just hair! Like, even a mohawk but up with elmer's glue gets crushed if you squish it in your sleep, no? There's just no way. That's too silly and literally in a show of silliness, broke my suspension of disbelief, hah. 

Susan Ivanova claims she hasn't slept in seven days???? GIRL. Susan-Lyta bonding time going on. Rather, Susan is describing an existential crisis, but in the most melodramatic way possible. And says when her dad was going through it he would drink vodka before bed to keep the wolf away. Hm. Alcoholism runs in that family, judging by the glass also in Susan's hand. She's feeling rough! 

Lyta has a mission in mind. She says Kosh was sensitive to both Lyta and Sheridan, so if she gets near Z'ha'dum she might be able to sense if he's alive or not. Susan says, hmmm don't think telepathy works like that. Authorized. And Delenn and I are coming too. 

Lyta is confidently exhibiting Psi confidence I would not attribute to The Gathering Lyta. I think she's grown to well above Psi 5.

This is genuinely quite tense. Lyta's eyes went all black. Delenn is trying to reach out with or through Lyta, which is also something I was pretty sure telepaths couldn't do. 

And now Susan is joining in on being eerie. 

The Shadows have sensed them. They are looking. ANd Susan says she has been here before. Instead of running, Susan ordered the ship to descend. And then! They jump away!

Lennier was s m a r t. He programmed the ship to jump back to B5 if he didn't hit a button every two minutes. So while they all got long distance hypnotized or some shit, past!Lennier saved present!everyone. Go Lennier! 

So the Shadows are not only weak to telepaths, but they also have some sort of telepathic ability. Not the way the lower species' telepathy works, but more like an individual nightmare that draws each one in separately. Spooky as fuck.

But from the lack of response from Sheridan, they've concluded he's dead. Or Susan has, at least, I don't know if Delenn will give up hope or not. I kinda think Lennier won't. I think Lennier will always choose hope. 

Probably Sheridan staggering through a tunnel on Z'ha'dum. What did he drop, tho. I don't recognize the metallic, squarish, long and thin object. end teaser interlude.

"Vir, when you are mad you say these things the way you or I would talk about the weather!" -Londo, filling Vir in on the situation that Londo created with his string of disastrous decisions

Ugh, Londo speaks in quotations. So quotably. He says that Vir is his friend in a flowery way. And asks for help. And Vir's like "dude...when have I ever not helped you." and Londo's like "fantastic, we need to plan a regicide." Poor Vir. Always getting dragged into terrible situations. By Londo. 

Susan Ivanova's personal log: I need to plan war things. And I need help. I know where to get help. And I need to stop being sad that o Captain my captain! is dead.  honey. :(

New alien ! On Z'ha'dum. Sheridan has memory issues. But was still able to find fuel for a fire and start one. His fire-sharing companion gazes deeply at him, stroking one ear. 

yesss that's the way to build tension right at the end of an episode. The ole gaze-staring ear stroke. ._. 

Lol. It was a good episode! It'll be fun to see how the new season's arcs get set up and what I can figure out!

next!

[craftypeaceturtle]

Random opinions and rambling on tottmnt below. You have been warned.

It was so much better than I expected. I'll admit I was kind of dubious about the show but it was really great. The animation was fantastic, character design was great, had some really original creative ideas.

Despite saying that... here's a bunch of mild complaints, haha.

Being honest.... the Bishop arc I liked a whole lot better than the East River 3 arc.

I loved what they did with Bishop. I definitely prefer just a blunt evil Bishop rather than a sympathetic villain. I'm glad they gave her more depth than in 2012 or even 2003 but I'm still glad that she remained evil.

Okay the whole thing with Splinter not talking was just so awkward and unnecessary. Like okay, you couldn't get Jackie Chan back. That's fine. TMNT is no stranger to swapping out voice actors. It became especially unbearable with the second half of the show.

I kinda expected to see Donnie grow to like tech because the film didn't have him be techy at all. But that was kind of ignored and now he's a tech genuis.

Okay, I'll be positive from now on.

I loved seeing the turtles on their own. I thought each episode focused on them gave them interesting development and characterisation. Leo being unconfident and needing to believe in himself. Donnie's genuinely low self esteem was interesting to see. Mikey feeling lost in who he is. It was all really interesting stuff to look in on and I think will inspire some great fanfiction.

Some genuinely interesting ideas that have never been explored in TMNT tv shows before. Like the idea of Leatherhead wanting to de-mutate or Splinter himself being the rat king. While I would love to see a traditional rat king, I still think Splinter being the rat king is an interesting direction and leaves room for a potential power struggle if there ever will be a traditional rat king.

Wish we had more moments with the brothers but the moments we did get are very sweet. Loved that they all kept hugging after being separated- even Raph.

Kind of random but I did like how the show everyone struggling to live together in the sewers. From Wingnut being really flighty and anxious to Raph getting really overwhelmed. That felt really awesome.

I loved how closely they tied the plots of each episode to the film. It really ties together into a neat package. Although if we are to be getting a second film, I wish the series built up to the potential film more. You know what I mean??

That's my thoughts for now. Maybe I'll post more later.

[aalissy]

Fragile

Anddd here's day 22 :). A lil bit of Ladrien hurt/comfort bc they're my babiessss. I hope y'all like it <3

AO3

Adrien Agreste sat at his desk, staring at his math homework without truly seeing it. The numbers and symbols blurred together, a testament to his lack of focus. His mind was elsewhere, wrapped in the complexity of emotions he didn't quite know how to handle.

It had been a long week. Photoshoots, fencing practice, schoolwork, and the constant pressure of being the perfect son for his father. And, to top it all off, there had been an akuma attack every day this week. God, couldn’t Shadowmoth give them a little break? Seriously, it was like the man never slept. 

Three of the latest akuma attacks had woken him up in the middle of the night. Adrien had barely managed to stumble out of bed, let alone try and defeat an akuma. Seeing Ladybug’s grinning face had helped some, as it always had done before.

Either way, the juggling act had left him feeling stretched thin, fragile even. He tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like a second skin. He tapped his pencil against his homework, trying desperately to focus. He was supposed to be good at this. Why was it suddenly making no sense? Adrien groaned with frustration, tearing a hand through his hair as he leaned back against his chair.

A gentle tap on his bedroom window drew his attention away from the frustrating equations though. Ladybug. The sight of her always brought a smile to his face, and tonight was no exception. He hurried over, opening the window to let her in.

"Ladybug?" he asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Adrien," she replied, her voice soft and warm. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning his face with concern. "I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed kinda... off lately."

Adrien's heart skipped a beat. Ladybug, his hero... his biggest crush, was here, in his room, concerned about him. He tried to muster a reassuring smile but felt it falter. "I'm fine, really. Just a lot on my plate."

Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "It's okay to admit when you're not fine, you know."

Adrien looked down, the weight of her words pressing against his chest. "I guess I just... feel a bit overwhelmed. Like I'm being pulled in too many directions at once."

Ladybug nodded, her expression understanding. "I understand, Adrien, you have so much to do. Being a student, a model, and everything else you do isn’t easy. It's alright to feel fragile sometimes."

That word echoed in his mind. It was the perfect description of how he felt, like a delicate piece of glass ready to shatter at any moment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I could find a balance."

Ladybug's grip on his arm tightened slightly, offering silent support. "You're stronger than you think, Adrien. And you don't have to do it all alone. It's okay to lean on your friends, to ask for help."

Adrien looked up, meeting her eyes. The kindness and determination in her gaze gave him a small spark of hope. "Thank you, Ladybug. That means a lot to me."

She smiled a genuine, warm smile that made his heart feel a little lighter. "Anytime. And remember, even supermodels need a break. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Adrien nodded, feeling a bit of the burden lift from his shoulders. "I will. And... thank you for being here. You have no idea how much this helps."

Ladybug gave his arm a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "I'm always here if you need me. Just call, and I'll be there."

As she turned to leave, he felt a surge of gratitude. "Ladybug?"

She paused, looking back at him with a curious expression. "Yes?"

"You're my hero," he said, his voice earnest and sincere. "In more ways than one."

A faint blush colored her cheeks, and she smiled once more. "And you're mine, Adrien."

With that, she climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night. Adrien watched her go, feeling a newfound strength. Maybe he was a little stressed at the moment, but with friends like Ladybug, he knew he could face whatever challenges came his way. No matter what.

[yoyokf1]

The Sun, the Earth, and the Moon

Summary: Not too sure what to put here cause I dont really know what this is about

A/N: I was kinda imagining a story where the mc was in love with a guy but he didn't love her back and idk i put a bunch of references to the balls in the sky in it so yeah also i know nothing about how space works so dont call me out, i doubt anyones going to really see this but i also have no idea how tf to use tumblr im just bored so try not to judge too hard

Warnings: slight mentions of mental health problems? maybe ED's or SH oh and very very slight mentions of drugs/alcohol, bad writing (i dont understand the english language and its the only one i know), is angst a warning?? i think this is angsty, yapping.

WC: 491??

It didn't take much to fall in love with him. He was the Sun, bright and overwhelming in every aspect of his being. I was nothing but the Earth rotating meaninglessly around him. Without him I would be reduced to a dark point in the universe, a void with no life.

My affection for his was endless and I would do anything he wished just to see him happy, to see him smile and laugh, to know that I was the one who made him do it.

Unfortunately though, love is not always reciprocated, and he had no need for me in his love, not in the way that I needed him. So, I hide my feelings, for his friendship is better than him not being there at all, some light is better than none. What more could I want when just a glance in my direction gives me hope and strength so that I stay another day? And why should I ask for more when he is already happy shining his brightness fully on someone else? Why would I be selfish when it is directed to someone more deserving of it than I would ever be.

How could the Sun ever love the Earth? The Earth with its inner poisons and deadly mindsets, how could the Sun love something that is sick? Something that is dying from its own actions of cutting, starving, poisoning.

Yes, it is better that he is shining his light onto someone else.

So, I drift away to be with the Moon, dark and brooding, a reflection of the Sun being the only thing that makes him alive to me. The Moon circles me just like I circle the Sun, but he does not truly care for me. We are both just a means to an end to one another, a person for which we can find solace in as we slowly self-destruct ourselves, hiding in each other's embrace and silently wishing that we were different people.

And the Sun does not care, why would you care when all life revolves around you? Why would you care when you already have everything you need? Why would you care if I stopped showing up? Why would you care if I slowly disappeared? Why would you care at all?

The Moon revolves around me, for I am his darkest desires and his guilty pleasures, he does not truly know or understand me. But who does? I entertain him as when I look at him, I see glimpses of the Sun, even when they are polar opposites. Perhaps it has something to do with the way they both neglect my needs. But everyone is leaving, the Moon is drifting away from me and leaving me alone, and as I too gradually depart from the Sun's warm embrace he does not notice, I am just a means to an end, why would someone want me for who I truly am?

[yallemagne]

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is not a case of DID

Criminally, I have not been posting about Jekyll and Hyde, and that's strange because I've spent years obsessing over this story whereas I read Dracula just a year before Dracula Daily went big. To be frank, though, I did become obsessed with Jekyll and Hyde not from the book but rather Wildhorn's musical, which should be grounds to burn me at the stake as a heretic, but ya know, once I had a brain cell to be critical of the media I liked, I started seeing the flaws in that adaptation. And most adaptations.

Spoilers kinda - because while many people already know the twist of Jekyll and Hyde... they don't actually know the twist of Jekyll and Hyde.

EDIT not even a day later: Well, this inspired a big reaction. I'm sorry. I guess I was right not to express anything about my thoughts on the book.

EDIT multiple days later: you know, fuck 'em. *spits in your coffee and projects mental illness onto your meow meow* I'm not sorry for shit.

This will be subject to some minor edits because I don't like being unclear.

The idea that Jekyll is fully good and Hyde is fully bad just detracts from the whole point of the novel. In the novel, a well-loved and respected philanthropist is secretly an awful-tempered, violent man, and he gets away with his crimes with his wealth (and use of alchemy--). In most interpretations, Hyde is a fully-formed entity separate from Jekyll but in the same body. This is commonly seen in inaccurate depictions of dissociative identity disorder, and as such, many misunderstand J&H to be a case of DID. It really isn't, and to depict it as such is to submit to the same pitfalls as other ableist pieces of media seeking to daemonize mental disorders.

I do not have DID, and while I feel I have a slightly higher understanding of it than your average joe, take what I say with a grain of salt, do your own research, and consult with actual people with DID if you can.

J&H, at a glance, looks like DID, even with knowledge of the book. Jekyll is so repressed that he created a new personality, right? Not exactly. The Glass Scientists (a comic adaptation) kind of tries to play it this way, but they miss the mark, really (I wanna make a post about that one specifically). In the book, Jekyll is a fifty-year-old man, and Hyde is only a recent development. DID typically develops in childhood as a result of continued trauma. Say, a child is continually abused, and to cope with that abuse, they isolate the memories of the abuse into what is called an "alter", another personality. A system may comprise of many different alters, and every system is different, sometimes some alters may not know the others exist. Unfortunately, this fact is often used to demonize systems. "What if one of the personalities is evil???" people ask. And that is what people think J&H is: the answer to that what if.

Now, I know the ending of the novel, but I have not read it yet. So, I know the events and the explanation of J&H's case in summary but not word-for-word. Simply, Hyde is not an alter. He's a mask. All the things that Jekyll wishes he could do but can't do while retaining his squeaky-clean reputation, he does when he is Hyde. I'd compare Hyde less to repressed primal male urges or evil alternate personalities and more to intrusive thoughts.

In his day to day, Jekyll is faced with many choices to make when faced with inconveniences. When bumped into in the street, Dr. Jekyll would never push the offender down and trample them! And he certainly wouldn't harm a member of the House of Commons for asking directions! But that doesn't stop that nagging voice in his head that tells him he should. Now, I'm not saying actual voices, that would be misrepresenting a whole other mental disorder, but many people have intrusive thoughts (again, I encourage doing your own research, I do not advocate for demonizing mental illness, unintentional or otherwise). These thoughts can be very overwhelming, especially in a world where Christianity vilifies having such evil thoughts.

I'm in the camp that says Jekyll is a bad person. He is not bad simply because he has intrusive thoughts, but because he went so far as to find a way to act on a whim with no consequences for himself. Hardly even a stain on his conscience. He was there when Hyde trampled that girl. He was there when Hyde brutally murdered Sir Danvers. He was Hyde. And he hardly feels remorse, only frustration at the threat of being held accountable.

Now, people don't like when their main character isn't wholy good, especially when he serves as a sort of audience surrogate. But guess the fuck what Jekyll isn't the main character. And guess the fuck what most of the poor adaptations of J&H cast him as the main character because no one knows how to be subtler than making the title of their work the main character.

Anyway, is there a point to this? Who knows. I just must say that I find Jekyll to be a far more interesting character if you play into the fact that he's not "good". He uses Hyde as his own scapegoat. He may act on every violent urge he wishes while wearing an impossible disguise, let that mask take the blame, and put it up whenever he's had his fix. But that's the fun part: he'll never have his fix, and that's why he's an intriguing character full of such nuance greater than "there are two wolves inside of you".

[yandere-wishes]

I’m sorry you aren’t enjoying England

Thank you so much for your concern anon, It's really sweet!!

It's not that I'm not enjoying London. The city is very overwhelming but I am enjoying my stay, especially when I get the chance to explore and see more than just my university.

What it is more than anything is that I've been going through some bad luck recently and subconsciously associating it with the city. Which is wrong, I know.

On top of school stress, I've been sick for two weeks now. I had a bad eye infection last week and just as it cleared up I got a bad cold. I'm also the worst with directions, so I tend to get lost fairly early, which has happened twice this week. I think I'm just being petty and homesick, kinda wishing I never left Canada in the first place. Something else that's been weighing on my mind recently is Tumblr. I sorta rely on this blog as my escape from reality but recently I've been getting a lot of hate in my askbox. Most of it is in relation to my supporting Palestine. but another good chunk of it is people saying they hate my writing. Calling my stories trash and telling me to just stop writing altogether. As of today, I've been getting accused of copying another blog's aesthetic just cause I use similar color pallets for some of my posts. There's been other stuff too but those two are the main ones.

Sorry Anon this kinda turned into a rant. Like I said I've kinda been depressed lately and it just feels like every single thing I do is wrong.

[jophiares]

Share some smt 3 thoughts with me, I've heard you have them

i have a lot lol

first and foremost i want to preface this by saying that smt5 is my first smt. didnt know basically anything abt the franchise before hand.

smt3 is a beautiful game visually, tonally, and musically. i was really quite shocked at how cinematic the cutscenes were, and the excellent use of lighting and colors to convey tone. its a game that continuously keeps you on your toes.

however, the game falls flat with its characters (not as bad as smt5 tho.) i am currently watching a playthru of smt4 and its giving me everything i could want story wise and more. this being said, i actually think the lack of characterization (at least, that the player witnesses) works well in smt3's case, but i do wish there was at least more of a preface with chiaki and isamu since they are supposed to be childhood friends. seeing their progression, while understandable seeing that they are high schoolers in a post apocalyptic world, gives whiplash since they change so much in between the times you interact with them. i wish theyd be given the same care as hijiri or even futomimi.

in terms of alignments, none of them are even remotely good choices, but they are all very human choices. when i first said i had a lot of thoughts abt the game, they were negative due to the characters and alignment, but as time passed and i thought about the game as a whole more, the more it made sense.

one of the most important things abt an artpiece is the time when it was made. i feel like the main characters views are something a lot of people couldve aligned themselves with at the time. however, it can fall a bit on deaf ears with newer fans who dont have a lot of context. but similarly to the games gameplay, smt will not hold your hand.

as for the endings themselves, i like how there is a grief that carries on into the new worlds due to the fact that the creators of said world do not get to experience it for themselves. it is the cherry on top to the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that is present throughout the game.

the true demon ending though, while being just as open ended as the other endings, rings a bit different. i know naoki gives up his humanity to gain a demons heart and therefore could not create a reason of his own, but i kinda wish there was something more than him becoming lucifer's general (even tho the visuals of it is really cool.) if they wouldve expanded upon this ending in a new game plus, i think it wouldve solved this. (but seeing smt5 as a direct sequel to smt3 fixes this, since it ties this ending with smt5s beginning.)

overall, i still wish youd be able to see the alignment characters form their actual reasons a bit more solidly than you do in the game--or at least for chiaki and isamu. the game is wonderful for tone and non-traditional storytelling, but i believe a few tweaks would make it an even bigger masterpiece than it already is.

[mittensmorgul]

hello!

note-taking anon here! life was busy (in a mostly good way) so spn watching was not happening. However. I have now watched 15x07 and 15x08.

Last Call was a lot of fun. It's really neat to explore dean through other characters, but especially someone like lee. The implications. It's so interesting to see another side of the coin. A what if.

It's also so fun to bring a character from before canon. Lee knows nothing of the only dean we know. But yet he still knows him. And it's also a testament to see how dean's grown. The conversation about john aches brilliantly.

Christian kane is always a lot of fun and he's great here. The lighting is obviously excellent, as are the metaphors and parallels. A really great episode on deans side.

Im also so partial to all the eileen scenes. She's such a great character. Full of charisma and charm, while also being very distinct. Her and sam are a lot of fun.

The shots in this ep are also really nice. Lots of creative camera work and editing. There's character to it.

15x08 really feels like a buckleming ep at times. One of their strengths is exploring characters that arent sam and dean. So writing for adam/michael actually worked really well. I think it was clever to bring them back, and not in the typical 'over the top' clever that buckleming can often go for. Jabel is fantastic. All the right beats. The anger. The relief. The comedy. The shifts between michael and adam. Really good.

It was nice to see cas get to be clever again. The show sometimes forgets he's smart. I also thought the moments between dean and adam were well done. I wish we had more of sam and adam, but alas.

I enjoyed seeing more of sam and eileen's relationship and communication. I like that eileen's not afraid to be like dude. Too much. And sam respects that and is trying. Plus, dean's reaction to sam being happy. It's very sweet. Honestly, one of my favourite moments in the show probably ever. We don't see enough of the boys being actual siblings.

The directing in this, from speight, is also fantastic. Theres so many shots where the tension and chasm between dean and cas is so evident. It hurts to watch. In a good way. It screams wrong which is what it's supposed to.

The only thing i dont get is the portal shenanigans at the very end. Michael could've waited for them to gather things and prep before opening it. Now, maybe he's overwhelmed with emotions sure. But dude you kinda need them to succeed. And of course, i question why only 12 hours open. But we're never getting a reason, it just simply is 😂

Ultimately, some really good episodes leading into one that i know is excellent.

I hope you are well!

hi hi! It's so good to hear from you again! And yeah, you're about to tip over into the end run, so much angst!

And yeah, the portal opening, with a time limit, is... for tension purposes lol :'D

I wish I had more time to reply more thoroughly, but I didn't want to leave this sitting in my inbox any longer and forget to post it at all, but let's just say I'm vibrating with excitement for you to get to the next episode :D

[glittergutts]

Yall, I woke up early like I do (around 4) but I'm like awake and alive and I don't feel overwhelmed by my thoughts right now!

I brought Loki out his crate to get in my bed and snuggle. He was really sleepy, I probably shouldn't have bothered him but I wanted him to be cozy. Ever since he chewed his bed into pieces I've been worried about him sleeping on the hard crate mat. He can't have blankets or anything either because he will tear it open and eat the fluff from comforters, pillows, anything his sore puppy teeth can shred in the crate. He's teething so bad his little mouth is bloody at times.

Last night I looked at what I had to pack to go to treatment. It looks like I'm going to have to buy some things but I also found some very nice sample size things to bring that will make me feel good. I'm hoping when I'm there and have the opportunity to prioritize myself, I'll be able to think of a nice routine especially for the self care things I tend to slack on.

The idea of packing everything I need for 2 weeks essentially in the same building the whole time is overwhelming. I don't want to bring a lot because they go through your things with you when you get checked in. It takes a while and it feels invasive so I just want it over quickly and ideally they won't be weird about any of my skincare things. I've been twice and once I had everything I brought besides my shaver they kept at a desk and the second time the lady checking my bags took totally random things like lotions from me. So I'm going to ask before I go so if they do try to keep something I was told I'm allowed I can advocate for myself. It's weird going to a place like that and my things make me feel a little more at home or normal or something..

I know I'm not allowed to have essential oils at treatment. I think it may be a poison risk and or glass bottles. I find aromatherapy to be a good tool for my general anxiety if I'm also doing breathing exercises or something so I've been trying to figure out what I could bring. Then I remembered the little essential oil blend balm sticks and now I'm just hoping I'll be able to afford something extra like that because it would bring me a little bit of peace.

I'm still trying to remember how I dragged all my stuff through the door alone? I don't remember but for some reason I feel like it was stressful so I'm trying to shove all my stuff in like 2 bags so one on each arm I can still hopefully move.

Ew I bet this is what air travel feels like.

Except I'm not going on vacation to do something fun. I have to bring books and things to do in between group therapy and I'm kinda lost as to what I could do with my time besides read and color.

Ooh, but I do get to pick out some special fidget things and a plushie I can bring and that always make me feel 900% safer and content. I just wish I could bring my puppy boy :(

I'm so worried about him growing and me missing something important. I'm really upset about it but I'm going to barrow Ellie's Polaroid camera to take some pictures of him and the kids, and Chris.

I'm finally spinning my wheels the right direction instead of talking myself out of help again and again. It's overwhelming so I needed to brain dump here.

Time to drink coffee and order groceries! 😌 happy Saturday friends.

[ambre-gris]

the struggle just got too real...

i was told to take up a large chunk of a colleague's work, because their contract didn't get extended due to budgeting reasons. this was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, meaning i give up practically all of my current (kinda like system admin) tasks to 2 of my colleagues (i need to teach them everything from the basics). i would retain admin tasks to 1 system i manage, but the thing is, i don't have admin rights there, i need to e-mail a different team to do the required changes. so i'll basically give up all my work to do take care of 1 demanding customer's process.

my boss and i sat down yesterday, i voiced concerns about my ability to do this new job well. then, my boss pulls up a memo of my mistakes and failures to meet project deadlines and keep customers informed in a timely manner, from 2023 until now and says it's an exceptionally large amount of mistakes and... well, screw ups. but i am still being appointed to this task which requires even more precision and punctuality.

i was appointed to my current job in a hurry, when my colleague (who was teaching me) had to direct their energy to a big customer coming in. they had managed a total of 3 different applications housing at least 3 customers each, all alone. i had applied (and chosen) for this position back in 2021 and waited over 6 months for some direction, until shit hit the fan and i had to quickly learn the ropes so i could sub for my colleague during their summer vacation. ok, that wasn't ideal but i rolled with it.

however, the switch of responsibilities wasn't clear. it basically gradually shifted to me, and at one point was just dumped onto me when it became evident my colleague didn't have enough time. anyhow. i know i have struggled with keeping documentation up to date and to my utmost chagrin, even customer communication has been subpar. one instance in the memo was about a customer filing a complaint about my lack of communication back in february. wow, then i was in a process with a psychiatrist to figure out what meds i should be taking bc i needed to get my shit together as i was feeling overwhelmed with everything. i knew i wasn't doing well but not sure if i had disclosed my struggles at that point. i did later, but i also don't want to use it as an excuse - i want to take responsibility but i still feel this is my punishment and a way to set me up for failure so they can kick me to the curb once i've imparted all my information to my colleagues.

on top of all this, when i asked my boss if she knew this was going to be a temporary arrangement, she said she has no information except that as far as she knows, we're really tight on money. i don't think i'll be getting my job back. i fought so hard to get here, too... but i know i messed up on the bureaucratic stuff. i should have gotten my shit together sooner, and i thought it was getting better after i started my meds. *sigh* guess i was wrong.

i'm finding it extremely difficult to keep motivated and to meet the demands to constantly log, document, save dozens of reports to different folders... and on top of that, teaching my colleagues the ropes and working with them in projects until they can take over. just to lose everything i fought for and patiently waited for.

i wish they had fired me instead of letting the person go who was doing the job i'll be doing...

[hika-pluto]

FanimeCon and How Artist Alley Made Me Wanna Draw My OCs More

A Brief FanimeCon 2024 Review

FanimeCon… felt kinda alright for (MY) first con back after being gone since COVID (my last visit was Fanime 2019. Fanime had 2023 and 2022, I just didn't go.) Something felt, off and different since the last time I'd been, though. And I wouldn't be able to properly describe it to you, even if I tried. So, instead, I'll direct you to the homepage for the #FailedByFanime movement. TL;DR there are problems with attendee safety, and creeps being on staff despite being reported, along with money/tax issues, a lack of an Accessibility Department, and poor treatment and compensation of staff. I implore you to go take a look at their website.

That said…!

Though I didn't catch anything, I wish they kept the mask mandate up, had maximum room occupancies, and did things to prevent like, crowding & hanging around in the main hallway. If not for COVID, for flu or con-crud, at least? I also felt like the dining spaces in the main hallway and Dealers' Hall had people sat together too close. Like, if it weren't for my dad's box of KN-95s I would have been breathing strangers' hot breath for sure. There was no floor tape in the registration line or anything like that either, like, the way the con was managed had very "COVID's over, protect yourself if you want" vibes, and I didn't like that.

Artist Alley was a rough shopping experience. The flow of movement was just… bad. People standing around in the aisles & whatnot… I feel like people sitting on the sides for too long should be discouraged, and that there should be maximum (non-staff, non-artist & non-helper) occupancy. A customer exits AA, another one is let in. Something like that. Tbh it may have not been that different in 2019, and it's just that my sensory tolerance went down, but still. Like, I don't think the overcrowding does anything to help the people vending, cause it caused me to skip tables I would have shopped at otherwise.

I wish there were more panels, but I can't blame people, what with the #FailedByFanime movement. (If I hadn't had preordered my ticket as soon as they went up, I probably wouldn't have been this year, tbh.) I think Fanime needs to take more advantage of the rising amount of anime & manga inspired creators and make more panels on indie animation and comics. There were 2 on comics this year. Give me more! But also, give me some more intermediate ones. I feel like the one I was able to go to was very… beginners-of-beginners and, with the amount of information freely available online, I'd like to see more creative panels than just beginner panels, or, panels made to give a little something to people of all experience levels.

My area of solace was the manga lounge. I was very happy to see lots of hand sanitizer around, but they needed bigger and better signage that the area was meant to be a low volume space. A small, 12pt font line on a rules list board won't do. Such a rule deserves a sign to itself, with custom chibi art of one of the mascots shooshing, and "Keep Your Voices Down" in big bold font. My space to regulate from the sensory overwhelm of con became a source of sensory overwhem itself when people were waiting for some panel or other area of con to open up, and that's bad. Give the sensory-avoidant neurodivergents (me) a place to cool off.

My Artist Alley Experience, Fandom-wise

Hoo boy, was there a big difference between my experience this year, and the last year I went. (FanimeCon 2019). In 2019 I was into so many things that were popular in the space at the time. BTS, Mob Psycho 100, CardCaptor Sakura (had a resurgence due to Clear Card Arc), Pop Team Epic, Demon Slayer… Some webcomic artists I liked had tables too, so it was fun to support them and get merchandise of their OCs!

Dawg, it's no one's fault or anything this year but I felt so out of it. I… do not care about Genshin. The only character I like from Honkai Star Rail is Boothill, and I don't even consume any content from that game unless it involves him. All the VTuber agencies with their IdolTubers… HoloLive, VShoujo, NijiSanji and the rest: not for me, respectfully. I haven't fully sunken my teeth into either version of Dungeon Meshi yet. My friend just recently managed to successfully get me into Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint post-con, so it meant nothing to me while I was there. (Means quite a bit to me now! Shoulda gotten into it sooner, lol.)

I was able to get some loot of stuff I liked, but I felt really off-the-pulse this year. But those feelings were cleared, and my spirit was lifted, when I found tables OC items… OC sections, or even the rare majority-OC table. 😭✨

The power of OC-items? I can buy them without feeling like a fake fan, lol. I can just buy them cause I think the art is neat. I don't have to name 7 different runs of Batman, I can just think the character's cool looking and buy the merch, and if there is some kind of webcomic or indie animation attached to the character, the barrier to entry often feels lighter, and I can just go home and consume the content right after con.

I think the most powerful thing I learned is that, any OC is marketable as long as you can pair them with a good/trendy/relatable aesthetic. The OC becomes a vehicle for the aesthetic or motif, people get curious about the character, people get attached to the character, ???, SUCCESS!!

I've already started thinking about what aesthetics and motifs I can pair my characters with for prints and sticker sheets, tbh. Just, y'know. Gimme a minute.

Another thing I like about Artist Alley is the more human interactions I have with the artists. It just feels way more person-to-person than the person-with-smaller-numbers-(me)-to-person-with-bigger-numbers-(you) interactions I have online. Maybe I'd do a better job promoting my work IRL… and I'd feel less like a little gnat.

And yeah, that's how the few OC merch artists in a sea of fanart merch artists made me feel like I could be a little OC merch artist too.