#let me know if anything needs to be changed ;w;

[short-for-melancholy]

Just-- yeah, just grab it, right there. Right there, yeah. With your teeth is fine, yeah. Then on three, i need you to pull it out, alright? Okay, ready? One... two... threeaaaaaAAA!! AAH! AH! NO no no no okay, let go, let go, ow owowowow. Haaah. God, I should've taken care of this after class yesterday. How much time-- [Students have already begun filing into the classroom] Ah, shit. Welcome, students, welcome! I hope you all enjoyed your night with no homework! Don't expect that every night, alright? Ahahaha. Right, well as soon as everybody's seated, we can go ahead and get started.

[The students file in slowly and take their seats. None of the students sit in the front row.]

Right! Let's begin. Today we'll be continuing our study of transference magic with-- [I reach for my lesson plans and notice that they are covered with flawless rubies.] a school of magic often mistakenly believed to be related to transference magic, summoning magic! [I deftly change my grab target to the carbuncle attempting to kick dirt over the rubies. It squirms in my hand.] Now, as I'm sure you know, there are three types of summoning magic: Beast Taming, Creation Creation, and Planar Summoning. The confusion, of course, arises due to the naming of spells, more specifically the transference spells Summoning and Grand Summoning. These spells are used to pull Heroes from other worlds into ours in order to protect our world in times of dire need. Summoning, of course, for one or two Heroes, and Grand Summoning for a larger group. While their use among the general population is banned, they're well known even by non-practitioners of the magical arts, so most people grow up simply assuming these spells are related to summoning magic. The biggest difference between the two, though, is the existence of the Contract. [I begin drawing a complex magic circle on the desk with the blood from my freshly-reopened wound.] True summoning magic works by way of a Contract between two parties, but the targets of a Summoning spell are simply transferred to our world with no limitations on their behaviour. For instance-- [A pillar of light rises from the circle as the students gasp. When the light clears, a teenage boy is standing on the desk.] Spin around and clap four times, please.

[The teenage boy panics at the sight of me and steps backwards, falling off the desk.] "W-what the fuck? Who the fuck are you?? Where am I??"

As you can see, he is under no compulsion to obey. You're free to go. [With a sweep of my uninjured hand and the carbuncle, the boy slides out the open door, which slams shut behind him.] The Contract takes different forms depending on the type of summoning magic you're casting. With Beast Taming, a Contract allows you to call forth a familiar you've met and contracted with. It grants the familiar understanding of the summoning process so it isn't frightened by suddenly appearing somewhere new, and it allows you to speak a common language, but anything beyond that is determined by your level of trust and familiarity with it. While it isn't impossible to send a tamed beast into deadly situations, the trust required typically can only be earned after many long years, making this type of summoning magic less useful for combat, but still quite useful for other applications. Creature Creation, on the other hand, is what you see here. [I hold up the squirming carbuncle and open my hand, where it moves to sit in my palm.] By creating an artificial creature using magic, one is able to enter into much more binding Contracts. A created creature has no will of its own, so any order you give it will be carried out to the best of the creature's ability. At first glance, this may seem infinitely more useful than Beast Taming, but created creatures also lack the intelligence to think for themselves, and rely on the summoner to give precise instructions and keep them out of danger. In addition, creating one of these bad boys can get pretty expensive, so you'll want to make sure you're tenured before you give it a go, ahaha. A little teacher humour, if you will. Ahem. The third type of summoning magic, Planar Summoning, works by forging a Contract with a sentient creature from a different plane. Angels from the Heavens Above, Demons from the Demonic Realm, Elementals from the Elemental Rift, et cetera. The caster is able to direct the spell to a specific plane, but the creature that responds is essentially random, though it has been observed that powerful spellcasters tend to attract more powerful summons. Like tamed beasts, Planar Summoning Contracts allow you to call forth your contracted summon at will and share a language, but due to the sentience of the summon, they're free to leave or dissolve the Contract at will, and you won't be able to get away with forging a bond just by giving them treats. Or, you probably won't, anyway. There are some freaks and weirdos out there. That's all for today. No homework, but I'll give extra credit to anyone who comes up with a spell to get this gods damned quill out of my hand. Anyone? No? Well, think on it. [I begin scooping rubies into a little plastic baggie and muttering to myself.] Damn varmint. All over my damn lesson, are you kidding me?

[bigfatbimbo]

you DEFINITELY have to write some sub!headcanons for josh I want that fat nerd 🙏🙏

a/n — adult josh, obviously. hence the epilogue josh pictures.

warnings — dom!reader, sub!Josh, no gender mentioned, NSFW

summary — sub!Josh x dom!reader headcanons and drabble

Josh’s attempt at being dominant would be lackluster and almost pathetic; he wouldn’t be doing it because he wanted to, but because he thinks he has too.

His masculinity is very fragile, much like his ego, but not to the extreme someone like Bills is. Which is why Josh is one of the more probable subs of the characters.

Especially when he’s an adult and away from his horrible friend group (Bill, Bill, specifically Bill, I am talking about Bill).

Push him down and tell him you’re the one leading, first he’ll be a little confused. “Isn’t that kinda… faggy?”

But if you rationalize with him a little bit more I think he’d crack. “No Josh, sex is really just stimulation. Don’t think too hard about it; it’s gonna feel good.”

Getting into the sex itself:

Josh would have the biggest praise kink.

He grew up constantly being insulted and talked down to by everyone important to him, he literally needs to hear your approval.

It’d be really complicated for him, and take a little bit to get used to. He genuinely thinks you’re making fun of him at first.

This would make him sort of a brat at first, and you’d definitely have to tame that side of him.

That being said, you definitely could.

Josh would definitely love a soft dom more than anything; someone to be gentle with him and give him all the love and affection he never got.

However, because he’s a brat, some discipline would be required.

Super easy to make him beg.

He’s so pathetic and desperate, he’ll be begging for you after seconds of not getting what he wants.

Loud: lots of whimpers and whines.

He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first, and when you tell him he gets very embarrassed.

���W-well, it’s not my fault! That’s just anyone’s natural reaction to that kinda thing..”

Tell him how good he looks during sex, how cute and handsome he is.

If he can really tell you mean it, that’s the kinda thing that would make him cum on the spot. Or even cry!

Into role playing (DUH), and he would call you mistress/master depending on the scenario.

It would take some convincing, but yes, he would probably let you peg him.

“There we go, pretty boy,” you slide onto Josh’s member with a wet slap, drawing a whimper out of him. “Nice and easy.”

Josh squeezes his eyes shut as you start to ride him. With one hand, he covers his mouth to keep himself quiet.

Noticing this, you tut, “Hey, nononono, noise is good, baby. You don’t have to keep quiet,” you pull his hands away softly and Josh’s face goes red.

“Hey, come on! L-let me keep some dignity—“ he interrupts himself with a yelp as you suddenly speed up.

Josh whines, hands instinctively coming back to cover his face, before you catch them and pin them to his sides. He whines with frustration.

“What did I say Josh?” You say sternly, voice wavering as you ride him faster. “Why don’t you behave yourself for me.”

Once again he lets out a desperate whimper, and noises flow out of him like music as you continue to hump him.

You gaze down at him; his ponytail came undone slightly, strands of hair curling naturally from the sweat on his forehead, and his eyes changed between half lidded to fully closed, as his eyes brows curved up pitifully. He looked so blissed out.

“God, so handsome for me, baby boy,” you coo down at him, planting a kiss on his cheek against his rough stubble.

“N-no, ‘m not… don’t say that!” he whimpered, voice breaking as his climax builds. He bites his lip, knowing he’d be scolded for cumming so fast.

You continue to kiss his face, “No, my baby, so cute. The most handsome boy in the world.” He moans loudly, hissing as he bucks up into you.

“Oh please let me cum, please, please—“ he drones on, almost incoherently babbling.

You sigh, it hadn’t even been five minutes. But oh well, he’d been good for you. “Of course, my cutie, whenever you want.”

**TELL ME ABOUT ANY TYPOS.

[impostorsshow]

I'm actually so obsessed with him it's not even funny if i'm not listening to a TikTok or music directly related to him I can't focus free me free me

This is @/cherubpuppet's OC for a object show [au? pitch? wip show? How do I categorize this] and I've been destroyed by the fact that ruler art is infinitely superior [and 10x longer] and i don't have a good enough grasp on lip gloss's personality to make fanfiction so I am frozen in "want make fanart but fanart takes effort :["

[daggerinthedark]

@leoxcantus spun the roulette wheel:

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He wasn't exactly sure what was going on any more.

For over an hour he'd been trying again and again to contact his subordinates - Seri, Fushimi, literally any of Sceptre 4 ( he even tried to contact Kusanagi, nothing ) - but his phone wouldn't work. There wasn't even a dial tone.

The streets of Shibuya, where he found himself, were strange. People passed without even a glance. Reisi didn't bother them - why would he? Though, the people inside the stores were more forthcoming.

What bothered him, however, were the strange hooded figures he was now seeing around. Following him, maybe. It was like they were just out of view, but still he could tell there was something similar about them. They all wore caps, with their hoods pulled up just enough to obscure their faces from his view, their hands sitting in their pockets.

The first time seeing another was one thing, but he'd seen them three or four times now.

" It looks like they followed me even here. " He spoke to himself, under his breath, hand resting on his sabre. Though, the one in a hood he saw now seemed... taller than the others.

[sleepymarimo]

I'm so sad and tired of reading by accident people that don't tag their angst saying Toji would never forget his late wife and that his heart died with her. I only trust your writing about him, you're the best Toji writer! What do you think Toji would do if his s/o was feeling insecure about not being good enough compared to his late wife?

hello there anon! thank you so much for the praise, you’re too sweet 🙂‍↕️ i’m glad you like how I write for toji!

now onto your question…

I think it’s a little complicated in the sense that toji really needs time to understand how you feel and, more importantly, how to get you out of that headspace of insecurity.

this mostly applies to the earlier stages of the relationship when he’s still learning, still adjusting to sharing his life again. and, honestly, toji isn’t overly prone to reminiscing or thinking ahead- he lives in the moment, hence the gambling and looking for distractions.

he doesn’t mean to ever make you insecure, of course not, but hey, things happen.

now, toji is really good at telling when things are wrong, but horrible at picking apart why. he can tell you’re insecure or feeling upset the second you wake up. as soon as you breathe wrong, he can tell something is up.

unfortunately, he can’t bridge that gap regarding the cause. this is where time comes in, because he needs to learn to connect the dots. when he learns why you feel the way you do, he isn’t quite sure how to process it.

she’s always going to have a place in his life, whether you accept it or not, whether he accepts it or not.

but, the love he holds for you is in everything he does and might be easy to overlook depending on your love language.

he’s bad with words, maybe with gifts, but he never forgets your order at your favorite restaurant, never forgets to fluff the pillow the way you like it, never forgets to text you when you’re off work.

you’re a priority to him, you’re the now, and that won’t change.

ultimately, how he responds will depend on his partner. he’ll ask you how you feel, will bluntly bring up the fact that you’re acting off, and he’ll do what you need him to do (I believe he’ll benefit from a partner who is honest about what they need). as he did for megumi-mama, he’ll change for you. when he’s in love, he really only cares about your approval and, quite frankly, he doesn’t see an issue with it.

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Sigma doesn't know what to think about Mikhail. As the youngest member of the Decay of Angels - though Sigma himself might take that title in a more literal sense - he's always had an energy to him that Sigma doesn't know how to handle. The playful attitude he has is disarming, but somehow unsettling when one remembers what organization he's a part of, the role he has to play... And yet he still acts his age, the juxtaposition leaving Sigma uneasy and disoriented, though he knows it's not something he can really blame the boy for.

It's not like Sigma dislikes him. It's just... when he sees him smile, guilt pricks at Sigma's heart. He doesn't know why.

"They'll hear you if you keep being so loud." Sigma's voice is stern, but not harsh. There's an anxiety building in him he's trying not to let show, but it's under control for now. "Did something happen? You seem awfully excited..."

@phasmascript ( starter for mikhail! )

[neuroslayyer]

@usagimen ⛤ cont.

ALICE, SWEET ALICE. Always a favorite to work and associate with. Pleasant in a way many aren't. Which is why V has jumped down a rabbit hole into Wonderland this time — a respite from YOMI. Though there's no true escape from the Underworld.

The older woman is an ethereal vision; a faerie come to life (Titania made of iridescence, sparkles and chrome). Each time she sees her in the flesh (metaphorically speaking), V's breath hitches for a split second. There's no hesitation as she follows deeper into the sanctum. The mention of her fallen choom rips at her heart, a stinging starting in the corners of her eyes. Yet still the merc manages a pathetic chuckle at the joke. "Yeah well someone had to knock the old bastard down. Viva la revolución." Comes the quip in return. In a way it sucks that credit for the motherfucker's death can't truly be claimed by her nor Jackie. That would have been the most prolific notch in her belt.

"I appreciate the offer. Really I do. And when I...if I..." Survive. That's the word that weighs heavy on her tongue, however; that weight is quadrupled when paired with the word IF. Because there is no guarantee she will live through this. "I'm more than happy to take whatever scraps or work you can give me. God fucking knows I need the cash. But with things right now, probably better for both of us if I don't make commitments."

Doing biz with a walking corpse isn't in anyone's best interest. Or would ticking time bomb be more appropriate?

Swiftly the drink (whiskey because tequila is still too much of a sore reminder) is tossed back in one gulp. The burn claws at her throat, spreads warmth to her ears and cheeks. Alcohol forever is a temporary panacea for the continued suffering in a fucked up world. All of life is suffering, so says Buddhism. What unfair bullshit. The grin that's been attempted to be placed upon glossed lips falls flat — pushed aside in the wake of melancholia. "Life's been dealing me shitty fucking hands since the day I drew breath. But you're right. That heist was cursed from the start. I think even I had a bad feeling about it. Jack though...he had his heart set on doing something big." Big leagues, becoming legends; they succeeded somewhat with the monkey's paw flipping them the big one.

"Do you believe that people's souls can be digitized?"

[sugarpascals]

who: suger & @paranoeo where: thee cabin in the woods what: before instacart there was sugar pascal

The Pascal family business was entirely matriarchal, and the woman's way was to nurture. That's what Sugar thought of her errands as. Caretaking. In a typical family unit, there was always somethin' exchanged from mother to baby-- reliance, fidelity, unconditional love. With the Pascals, it wasn't any different. They'd provide a home, tucked away on the far end of their property, and the occupant would provide discretion, would stick up for them whenever the authorities came sniffin' like they liked to.

But unlike her care packages for the Bankses, Sugar was actually quite fond of Mabel Mae. In another life, she could see them sittin' on the hillside together, braiding together flower chains like she used to do with Calliope. That is, if Mabel even managed to get out of the house. Sugar couldn't fault her for bein' paranoid, but she was sure there was another way to handle the stress.

Still, Sugar followed her rules, makin' sure her steps were loud enough that she didn't catch Mabel off guard and knockin' four times like they'd agreed. "Mabel Mae? It's Sugar!" she called towards the window. "Got a ton of eggs this mornin', and we had some leftover rosemary bread, too...." She took a step towards the window, attempting to peer inside, "You home?"

[sacrialege]

❛  what do you need?  ❜

athenodora looks decidedly genuine as she stands in the doorway of esme's room. aro had given her and carlisle one for their stay, although athenodora knows precious little about the duration. she knew it was special, though, because this was the first time carlisle had brought esme—his mate. athenodora was instantly curious, eager to meet someone carlisle loved so much. he had taught her quite a lot in his time with them and had become her mentor in a lot of ways. however bitter she might still be about his leaving, she loves and respects him enough to honor his mate.

she'd shut the door behind her after entering—she hadn't waited for a welcome. "nothing important," dora answers before confidently walking over to esme and reaching out to grasp the other's hands inside her own as if they'd known each other forever. they weren't friends—they had met only for a few moments upon their arrival—but that doesn't bother athenodora. "i wanted to see how you were getting acquainted, and i thought you might like some company… we could get to know each other a bit."

releasing esme's hands, athenodora moves with a supernatural speed to sit on a lounge chair facing the window, the sun glinting beautifully against her blonde hair. she looks carefree here, and eager to get to know esme. "athenodora, if you don't remember… caius' mate—we only met for a moment," she says, smiling, "you can call me dora." she motions to the chair beside her, gesturing for esme to join her. "carlisle hasn't told me anything juicy about you! i do intend to have a talk with him about it."

@wastheheart

[artekai]

SHE'S HERE SHE'S HERE SHE'S HEREEEEEEEEE

[moe-broey]

I <3 blowing up my save files mid-playthrough or after I've beaten the game and feel aimless or I'm three hours in and incredibly indecisive and perfectionistic and have to start over Better this time or I just get really into One Idea and blow up the save for the sole purpose of achieving the One Idea and once I have it's like. Well. What was the point of that actually. And then I blow it up again

[coopereliashawkins]

closed starter for: @sanctimoniicus

location: memorial gala // the suites

Cooper wanted nothing more than to get beyond wasted. This week needed to be over and it needed to be the weekend already. Shitty news from back home that somehow got back to him. He only talked to his mother and little sister but barley. His parents were getting an award and a street named after them and the mayor of Southport in North Carolina wanted the whole family there. The whole family, that meant Cooper. Cooper had to go and he just simply did not want too. Simply could not go. Thank god there was free booze tonight because Cooper was plastered. He was walking up to his room to drink himself to sleep when Cooper saw who was coming "What the fuck are you looking at? Leave me fuckin be and let me drink my free fuckin booze." Cooper spat at Remington and then shook his head "What do you want? I'm not on the fuckin clock." Cooper shrugged and looked down at the ground for a moment then continued with "What do you want Bishop?"

[guinevereslancelot]

i am unknowable and incapable of love goodnight <3

[whirling-fangs]

” poor little lamb, so lost and afraid… bleating for help that never came. “ (From Douma!!!)

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Inosuke could barely hear the sound of his own steps anymore. He rushed through the woods at full speed, crashing through the underbrush, trying to ignore the searing pain of the low branches slashing into his skin.

His lungs were on the verge of imploding. Inosuke slammed his back into a tree, trying his best to calm his drumming heart while untying the knot in his throat.

The monster had come out of nowhere. Snatched his mask in the blink of an eye. His speed was out of this world, his strength far surpassed that of any wolf or bear. This was the mightiest creature that Inosuke had ever faced.

Yet its face was that of a human.

No, this was no human. Humans were weak and defenseless. They would never survive a single night in the mountains. The monster looked human, but Inosuke had long learnt not to judge strength based on appearances. He could feel it all over his skin, the gnawing bite of a threat to his life.

The monster had already caught up. Inosuke could feel its icy breath from far away, as if the snow season had suddenly come around – even though the trees were still covered in fresh leaves.

There was no outrunning the monster. Inosuke felt shame burn at his insides for even considering it.

He tightened his grip around the two branches he wielded during his nightly rounds. Mere sticks, compared to the monster's strength, but Inosuke didn't care. He wasn't running away.

"Who're you calling a sheep, you moron?!"

He stepped out of the tree's shadow, emerald eyes glinting with regained bravado. He would beat this guy, get his mask back, and claim his title as King of the Mountain once and for all.

"I'm not lost... I'm not afraid... and I don't need help! All the creatures on this mountain fear me! And respect me! I've got nothing to do with you, so... give me my fur back, and get lost! Or I'll... I'll kill you!!"

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @ardenssolis || hikaru interaction call ]

─「ヒカル」─  the SCIENTISTS would have briefed him on her past prior to bringing him to where she was kept. ever since the connection with her last deus was severely damaged and forcefully corrupted, it was TERMINATED manually by the previous deus herself in order to preserve the automata's mind from being infected by the virus. that, however, resulted in the said deus having lost her life. a SACRIFICE made out of calculation. there were many handlers, many humans capable of what she could accomplish, but the resource it takes to build one automata was too great to bear. in the end, she deemed her life less valuable compared to the BATTLE AUTOMATA.

                [ MODEL 0107-1999 : HIKARU : ACTIVATED ]

                crimson hues were slowly revealed. concept of time was non-existent for the AUTOMATA. yet, the feeling of a connection being established was surprisingly nostalgic. the way the end of her mind, her nerves, her consciousness and thoughts were linked to someone. she didn't know how long it had been since the last time this happened. ruby optics met with DARING GOLD.

                he was bright, she thought. shining. warm, almost. like the SUN.

            ��   " are you ... my deus ? " registration required. " please tell me your name. "

[sugarpascals]

who: sugar & @glitteringpriime where: the wynn-pixie what: a care package from yours truly xoxo

It took a hell of a lot more than one angry spirit to spook Sugar. Mamaw didn't take too good to fear-- when other kids' mamas told them that the groaning in the forest on cold winter nights was just the trees bendin' under the wind, Mama marched Sugar out there herself, told her not to come back 'til she found whoever was making such a ruckus. That was how Sugar learned about ghosts and the like. Suffice it to say, she didn't have a whole lot of patience for people like Marshall who acted like a damn bull in a china shop that night at the graveyard... but she had been impressed by one person in particular.

Sugar knew Kiera worked at the Wynn-Pixie, and figured a nice, fresh loaf of rosemary bread was just the thing to win her a new friend. She marched right up to Kiera's lane, arms devoid of any actual groceries that would indicate she was a paying customer. When the woman in front of her was checked out, Sugar placed the cellophane-wrapped loaf on the grocery belt and plopped both her elbows on the counter across from Kiera, "You get a break anytime soon?" She cut right to the chase, eyes flitting to the bread after the fact, "'s my great great grandma's recipe. Fresh rosemary from the garden."