#jade’s thoughts

[breathlesslyjade]

The urge to wear short little skirt around her to tease her and get her all worked up so she drags me to the nearest restroom and treats me like the slut I am

[bellatrixscurls]

patrick thinks that art is super soft in bed and like, basically boring UNTIL one day when he walks in on you grinding on art’s cock, your pussy bare and soaking art’s underwear. you are so desperate for him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck while his hands are on your ass. he gives a few slaps, encouraging you to go faster “come on, gorgeous. give me more, make me fucking come for you” and you whine like a pathetic whore but he doesn’t mind, he just kisses your head, telling you that “oh it’s alright, baby. you wanted my cock, hm?”

needless to say, patrick foams at the mouth. he can’t form a coherent sentence the entire day after that. and artie fucking knows.

[teyamsgrl]

NETEYAM DEATH TW

i obvi recognized the foreshadowing of his death through some of the things jake had said earlier on in the film, but really thinking ab the way jake checked his back earlier on and then him seeing the gunshot wound in his back nearing the end like that foreshadowing 💔💔💔 ouch

[noodles-and-tea]

Just some more thoughts on that jayvik dbh au

[anbaisai]

mermay means the perfect opportunity for me to expand upon the mayu secret third leech sibling au from a while back (why is this becoming a real AU)

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

“haha yes i am smiling but i am also so serious please keep being friends with my freak-ass son. i know he’s weird, we dropped the ball on socializing him but please don’t stop being his friend”

[ventique18]

So the boys are admiring their outfits. They praise Georgina for it, because you wouldn't have known that it's the first time they've met with how perfect the clothes Georgina chose for them are.

But apparently, she already got some tips on their personalities based on Floyd's nicknames lol.

Yuu is a shrimp so Georgina chose pink for them. Grim's a baby seal because of his round tummy, but she put him in an eel-inspired fit this time. Rook's a seagull graceful in the sky but hits hard in a fight.

Malleus: "What sort of name did that person have for me?"

Jade reveals that Malleus is a seaslug. Grim doesn't know what that is and is upset that even Rook knows what a seaslug is. He questions Yuu if they know

Yuu: "It's a creature just like Hornton!"

Malleus: "What? I look like this?"

Jade: "Those horn-like parts are actually antennae. Sea slugs are a type of shellfish."

Malleus: "Shell...? I fail to see where the shell in this creature is, but this outfit does incorporate plenty of shells."

Grim: "Eh~ this squishy, fluttery, weird thing is a sea slug, huh. It looks so carefree, not really like Hornton except for the horns."

No Grim you don't understand. He's actually as easygoing and derpy as that seaslug lmao.

Jade: "Seaslugs are adorable, beautiful creatures that flutter in the ocean."

Jade: "... However, don't be too captivated and touch it. That will be the end for you. They're extremely poisonous."

Grim: "They're poisonous?! Scary little dudes... So they're like Hornton after all."

Jade: "But they're known to be rather docile unless provoked."

Malleus: "So it's fine if you simply do not carelessly touch it. Then, it's not frightening at all."

Malleus: "I've learned quite a bit more about this sea slug creature. These nicknames that people bestow upon others is amusing."

I DID NOT know that that much thought was put into the seaslug nickname wtf? It really is Malleus omg.

[eldritch-ace]

POV: The last jedi (and jedi adjacent) keep picking up stray "enemies"

Bonus Ezra lmao

Kofi | Commissions

[kenchann]

new tweel cards in august iam so cooked

[breathlesslyjade]

In the mood to be bullied in a “I know this is making you wet” way

[bellatrixscurls]

vampire art has been predominating my feed, my thoughts, my everything these past few days so!

vampire art who’s skin is always so cold; whenever he touches, kisses you, you always shiver against him and he thinks that it turns you off, but it’s quite the opposite.

but being the sweet boy that he is, he offers to jerk off before fucking you (he thinks that’ll feel a little less cold) and you just sit and stare at him in awe, little moans and whimpers leaving his pretty lips.

and the next time, he kinda wants to do the same thing because you were slightly more comfortable when he bottomed out, still very fond of the feeling of his cold hands massaging the fat of your ass. but you have a different plan, and that’s the first time you suck art off.

and if he looked pretty when he was jerking off, now he looks like a god. you swear you can see sweat dripping off the side of his face as his eyes roll back, a gentle hand at the back of your hand, massaging your scalp and doing very little to control your movements.

you’re doing perfect, and you look so beautiful with your teary eyes, cheeks flushed red from not being able to breathe properly. and that’s what he tells you.

“so good, y-you’re doing so good, sweetheart. you’re so beautiful” right before he finishes.

[teyamsgrl]

just another night of me watching atwow and sharing my thoughts - every time i see the scene of them hunting the tulkun and then ronal finding her i actually wanna cry like my heart breaks like when you truly think about the depth of the connection that na’vi have with their nature it’s truly impeccable, it’s the same at the end of avatar when they take down home tree like it’s actually devastating :(

[jadequarze]

A father's lament

timelapse under cut

as you can see, i was struggling haushaus

[bluesylveon2]

The NRC Gossip Club would include:

Ortho "can dox someone within a milisecond" Shroud

Rook "is hiding somewhere in a tree" Hunt

Cater "snooping through your Magicam" Diamond

Lilia "knows your uncle's friend's cousin's kid's dogwalker" Vanrouge

Jamil "a totally average guy" Viper

Jade "looks mature but knows a lot" Leech

Ruggie "will sell information for a donut" Bucchi

[zan0tix]

Assorted homestucks number 72382683

[dior-luxury]

Can I request yandere Jade, Floyd, Malleus and Vil separately their reaction if they are in love with Y/n but Y/n is not in love with them and they are strong enough not to be forced into a relationship or kidnapped

"Unrequited Obsession: Yandere TWST Boys vs. a Strong-Willed Y/n"

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . drama - no prns .

- [𝐜𝐡.] jade . floyd . vil . malleus

- [𝐩:𝐬] Obsessive Behavior . Psychological Manipulation . Possessiveness . Dark Themes . Emotional Manipulation . Unhealthy Relationships . Stalking . Delusional Behavior . Power Imbalance . Non-Consensual Affection (Implied, never physical) .

Note: It's been a while since I did my last yandere request, and hopefully not my last! ( ´ ω ` )

Jade Leech

Jade’s obsession doesn’t look like obsession at first. He’s calm. Smiling. Observant. The kind of love that grows in the shadow of silence and blooms in darkness. With you, he became intrigued. You didn’t fall for his charm like the others. Your will wasn’t something he could bend with words, and your strength—mental and physical—made him hungry. You weren’t prey. You were a puzzle, a challenge, and he adored it.

But here's the thing about Jade: he plays the long game.

He never tries to force you. He knows it would backfire. You’d hate him. Leave. Fight. And that would never do.

Instead, he’s patient. Suffocatingly so.

He infiltrates your life like moss creeping up stone—slow, subtle, and impossible to uproot. At first, it's small. He shows up when you’re walking home. Not in a scary way—he’ll claim he just happened to be foraging nearby.

He brings you rare mushrooms, ones that bloom only under moonlight, with names you can’t pronounce but meanings like eternal devotion or silent love. He tells you their effects. Some are poisonous. Some make you sleep. Some make you see things.

He never offers you food you don’t ask for—but always makes sure you know what he could do.

“You’re very strong, aren’t you? I admire that. It must be exhausting, though… always defending yourself. Wouldn’t it be easier if someone just… took care of everything for you?”

Jade isn’t reckless. He won’t kidnap you, but he will study you. Your schedule. Your habits. Your triggers. He’ll poke at the edges of your resolve just to see what makes you flinch.

He’ll never lay a hand on you without permission, but he’ll linger in your space. His fingers brushing against yours. A whisper by your ear. The knowledge that if you ever let him in—just once—he’d never let you go again.

“I don’t need to force you. I can wait. Years, if I must. Love like mine doesn’t spoil—it ferments.”

He doesn’t want a relationship built on force. He wants your surrender. And he’ll wear down every wall, one patient smile at a time.

Floyd Leech

Floyd’s obsession is loud. Wild. Scorching.

He’s not like Jade. He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t plan. He wants. And when Floyd wants something, the whole world better make way—or get crushed.

You? Oh, you’re different. You say no. You push back. You fight.

You make him laugh.

“Shrimpy, you’re so fun. Everyone else is boring. But you? You’re like a slippery little fish. Makes me wanna squeeze ya~!”

But the thing is—you’re too strong to squeeze. You bite back. And Floyd loves it.

He tries to intimidate you. Not because he wants to scare you off, but because he wants a reaction. A scream, a glare, a punch—anything. And you? You give it. You fight him without fear, without hesitation. It drives him wild.

He doesn’t try to kidnap you—not because he wouldn’t—but because he knows it wouldn’t work. You’d escape. You’d hate him. You’d never talk to him again.

And that? That’s the only thing that actually frightens him.

So he adjusts. As much as Floyd can. He tries to charm you in his own messy way. Pulls you into games you don’t want to play. Shows up at your door at midnight with bruised knuckles and no explanation.

“I got in a fight. Thought about you the whole time. Bet you woulda kicked my ass too, huh?”

He can be clingy one day and disappear for a week the next. He’ll ignore everyone—Jade, Azul, even classes—but he’ll always come back to you.

He gives you gifts you don’t want. A necklace made from a shark tooth. A jacket he “borrowed” from a student who looked at you wrong. A polaroid of your face when you weren’t looking.

“You’re mine, y’know. You just don’t get it yet.”

But if you ever truly reject him—cold, emotionless, like you don’t care—it breaks something in him. He gets quiet. Real quiet. Not the playful sulking kind. The kind where the ocean stills before the hurricane hits.

He never hurts you. Not even close. But he might hurt others. People you talk to. People you like. And he’ll never admit it was him. Just sit next to you with a shark-like grin.

“Weird how people around you keep gettin’ hurt, huh? Guess the world just doesn’t know how to treat something so special.”

Floyd doesn’t want to chain you.

He wants to be chosen—even if he has to twist the whole world to make that happen.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil falls in love carefully. Like painting a portrait with impossible precision. You weren’t someone he expected to desire. You weren’t infatuated with beauty, fame, or charm. You didn’t care about appearances, status, or sweet words.

That fascinated him. Then it frustrated him. Then… it consumed him.

Vil doesn't do obsession like Floyd or Jade. His is subtle, curated, controlled. He doesn’t spiral—he refines his desire, polishes it, molds it into something socially acceptable. And yet, beneath the gilded exterior, something rotten festers.

He starts by offering you improvement.

“You’re beautiful, but you don’t even try. I could help you… elevate.”

You decline. Not cruelly—just firmly.

And that's when the internal shift begins. If you won’t love him, clearly it's because something is in the way—your self-perception, your stubbornness, your lack of vision. Not his flaw. Yours.

“I could make you perfect. Don’t you see? You just refuse to let me.”

He starts controlling in quiet ways. Subtle pressure. Rearranging your environment. You find your favorite brand replaced with something “healthier.” A student who insulted you? Quietly expelled. Vil never says it’s him—but you know.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t beg. He corrects. Constantly.

You’re not allowed to slip past his radar. Every conversation is studied. Every glance, analyzed. You start noticing how people treat you differently. Doors open that never did before. Whispers follow you.

And Vil just smiles, lips sharp like a blade.

“You’re already becoming the person I knew you could be. One day, you’ll thank me for this.”

But here’s the key: he never forces you.

You’re too strong for that. He respects it, in a twisted way.

But that doesn’t mean he lets go. No—he simply shifts tactics. Inundates you with perfection, making himself indispensable, sculpting the ideal life around you until you’re the only imperfect piece left.

You’re not his prisoner in a tower.

You’re the final brushstroke on his masterpiece—and he’ll spend a lifetime trying to make you fit.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus doesn’t fall in love easily.

He’s lived too long, seen too much. Emotions are fleeting things to mortals, and he’s watched too many burn out like candles in the wind. But you… you were different.

You weren’t afraid of him. You weren’t impressed, either.

You spoke to him plainly. Defiantly, even. You weren’t swayed by ancient power, draconian beauty, or fae mystique.

You were the first constant in his long, lonely life. So when he fell, he fell like a star crashing into the earth.

But when you didn’t return his love?

It wasn’t anger.

It was confusion. Sorrow. And then, determined delusion.

“Do not worry, child of man. I understand. You are afraid of eternity. But I am patient. I will wait.”

He sees your resistance not as rejection, but as something time will fix. You are simply too young to understand the weight of forever. You will come around, once you’ve tired of fleeting lovers and crumbling years.

And he will still be there.

Malleus begins to appear more often. In dreams. In storms. In the flickering shadows at your window. Not haunting you… simply watching. Waiting. Offering protection.

“No harm will ever come to you. So long as I live, the world shall not touch a hair on your head.”

The line between love and possession blurs—because to Malleus, they are the same.

He doesn’t kidnap you. You’d escape. You’d hate him. And he cannot bear the thought of your hatred.

But he does isolate you in another way.

People who grow close to you begin to experience… misfortune. Not obvious at first. Just enough to make them pull away. They don’t even know why.

Nature itself favors you. Roses bloom where you walk. Thunder rumbles when you cry. A protective barrier of magic builds around your life like a fairytale tower—except you’re the one who refuses to be the damsel.

Malleus doesn’t understand your resistance.

“Why do you continue to resist? I offer you forever. Power. Safety. Even love. And yet… you still look at me as if I am a stranger.”

Your refusal doesn’t enrage him. It saddens him. But sadness from a being like Malleus is terrifying. It's the stillness of the air before the world splits apart.

He won’t drag you into his arms.

But he will wait centuries if he has to.

He will burn kingdoms before he lets anyone else touch you.

And he will still look at you, eyes glowing like a storm in the night, and whisper:

“You are already mine. You simply haven’t accepted it yet.”