#my bbygirl with problems...

[xcchoco]

I have been told that I must take the unforsaken road

[mywitchyblog]

Message to @alphaltrainreflection

First of all, bitch, where did I ever say anything about "eroticizing inferiority"? Like, be fucking for real. Show me the receipts. Because unless you’re reading between lines that don’t exist, nothing in my post said anything about power dynamics, submission, or “inferiority.” It sounds like you’re projecting some judgmental bullshit that I didn’t even invite into the conversation. So let’s start there—check yourself before you come into my space twisting my words to fit your weird little agenda.

Second of all, and I mean this with every ounce of sincerity, shut the fuck up. Genuinely, if you don’t like what you see, don’t interact. It’s that simple. Not everyone has to match your narrow idea of what shifting is “supposed” to be. Shifting isn’t some gated community where you get to play security guard and decide who’s allowed in. So do us all a favor, take that rigid-ass energy, and keep it to yourself, bitch.

Let’s be real for a second. You said, “sex freaks who insist on eroticizing inferiority are ruining shifting.” Bitch, nobody’s ruining anything—especially not me. All I said was that I want to get fucked. Plain and simple. If my desire to shift for a good time offends you, you’re free to move along. Shifting means different things to different people, and if sex is part of that, it’s totally valid. If I want to shift to a reality for some damn good dick, who the fuck are you to get all sanctimonious about it? Newsflash: your opinion on what’s “appropriate” doesn’t apply here, darling.

And let’s get one thing fucking clear, because clearly, you need this spelled out: even if someone did want to shift to a reality where they take on a more passive, submissive role, what of it? Why the fuck does that bother you so much? Some people spend their whole lives having to be strong, holding shit together, constantly defending themselves, and staying in control just to survive. Maybe, just maybe, they want to create a reality where they can finally let go, surrender, and trust someone who respects them and won’t take advantage of them. Imagine that—feeling safe enough to let down your guard and explore a side of yourself you don’t get to express in this life. For some people, that’s healing. For others, it’s fun. Either way, it’s their choice, not yours. So back the fuck off.

So let’s talk about this “ruining shifting” nonsense you pulled out of nowhere. Bitch, the only thing “ruining” anything is people like you, stomping into conversations uninvited and acting like you’re the gatekeeper of how others should experience their desires. You’re clinging to this imaginary rulebook about what’s “appropriate” for shifting as if that makes you morally superior, but all it does is make you look insecure, judgmental, and way too invested in other people’s business. Spoiler alert: nobody gives a fuck about your approval or needs it to validate their experience.

Here’s the truth, since you seem to need a wake-up call: shifting is deeply personal. It’s about self-determination and freedom, not conforming to some rigid-ass code of conduct set by random bitches on the internet. If someone wants to shift for spiritual growth, self-discovery, sexual exploration, or all of the above, that’s their fucking prerogative. Shaming them because it doesn’t align with your limited, vanilla-ass view of what’s “appropriate” is straight-up pathetic.

And by the way, bitch, sex is a natural, beautiful, and completely valid part of life. If I want to shift for sex, or if someone else wants to shift to feel cherished, adored, or, yes, even submissive, that’s nobody’s fucking business but ours. Maybe instead of trying to drag others down to your level of insecurity, you could take a hard look in the mirror and figure out why other people’s sexual autonomy bothers you so damn much. Because this isn’t about “ruining shifting”; it’s about you being uncomfortable with the idea of someone enjoying themselves in a way that’s different from what you deem acceptable. Maybe some self-reflection would do you some good.

To every other shifter out there who’s ever been made to feel guilty or “lesser” for shifting for your own reasons, listen up: you don’t owe anyone an explanation, and you don’t need anyone’s approval. Your DR, your fucking rules. If shifting for you is about finding love, intimacy, exploration, or yes, even some good dick, that’s your choice. Don’t let some insecure bitch shame you or make you feel like you’re somehow ruining the experience just because it doesn’t fit into their narrow little box. Shifting is about creating the life and reality you want to live—whatever the fuck that looks like for you.

So, here’s a suggestion: take your unsolicited, holier-than-thou attitude and keep it to yourself. If you can’t handle seeing people talk openly about their desires and goals for shifting, then bitch, scroll past and save yourself the outrage. Because at the end of the day, I’m not here to please you, and neither is anyone else. We’re here to live our best lives, however we see fit, and if that’s too much for you, the door’s right over there.

To everyone who’s out here shifting for what they want, keep going. Own your desires, own your reality, and don’t let anyone’s outdated judgment make you feel like you’re doing it wrong. Shifting is your journey, and if that includes exploring intimacy, vulnerability, or sexuality, you’re not alone. You’re valid, and your experience is just as real and important as anyone else’s.

Consider this your reminder that no one’s begging for your approval. I’ll be over here, unbothered, shifting for exactly what I want, and loving every fucking second of it. ✨

[cannimumsable]

fellow bkdk shipper. im going to hold your hand while i say this. you need to stop shitting on izuocha. this ship has done nothing to you. it is very easy to block a ship tag and block insufferable people without acting like the shippers are all the scum of the earth and want you dead. believe me there are bkdk shippers that are just as insufferable. you might be part of those. that's fine. this is fandom everyone is allowed to be insufferable. but look at me in the eyes. you need to stop tagging things as anti-izch. you are exactly like the anti-bkdk people. please just stop. you do not need to wage a war against your fellow cute izuku ship. please. i am begging you.

[ficandkaboodle]

Me: 🎶Do do doooo working on my fic, trying to just enjoy the process🎶 Hmm…Maybe I could delete this sentence here —

🧠 : Did you just second-guess?

Me: Well. Not exactly, I just thought —

🧠: Time to write another draft entirely

Me: But this is already my third time trying!

🧠: N o w .

[billyshakesp]

One for his Lyctors

Something that will never cease to amaze me is how well TazMuir writes the Lyctors. So I'm making it your problem ;). CW: Spoilers for Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth.

Let's start off by stating the obvious: the Lyctors are old. Whenever I mention "the Lyctors" in this post, I'm referring to Jod's original crew of eight Lyctors, and, more specifically, Augustine the First, Mercymorn the First, Gideon the First, and Cytherea the First. Those four are the ones we have met at the time of writing this. And they are old. They are each ten thousand years old. However, ten thousand is a number which may not mean much to you since you (presumably) have not even reached the age of two hundred. To quickly contextualise how colossal a number ten thousand years is, just remember that written history only extends as far back as five thousand years. In not so many words, my bbygirls are not actually very baby, and are, in fact, fucking ancient.

We, as humans, do not have any living reference for a ten-thousand-year-old being, aside from an occasional tree or a sponge, or perhaps a condiment bottle so deep in the back of your fridge that it would warrant a paleontological dig, but I digress. So how does Muir write her Lyctors so effectively?

Vicious dehumanisation

One of the most striking things about the Lyctors is the dehumanisation they have suffered over the past myriad. The first thing I noticed while diving into this subject (and by diving into, I mean I took a long shower one day and pissed off my family) is that the Lyctors do not have last names, and their first names function more as titles. Furthermore, the Lyctors are referred to as the hands, fingers, and gestures of the Emperor. In short, the readers and the characters of the Locked Tomb, including the Lyctors themselves, don't see the Lyctors as individuals anymore. Rather, their sole purpose in life has been reduced to just a soldier of the Emperor. Muir really shows the effects of the Lyctors' age; they are ancient, to the point where they have lost their own humanity and the only reason for their existence that they still hold onto is to serve the Emperor.

2. Their morals

Are extremely fucked up. Like, I cannot emphasise enough how fucked up the Lyctors are as people. Their morals are twisted in a way which can only come about from ten thousand years, rotting in deep space. For example, G1deon probably makes like 56 attempts on Harrow's life, and he doesn't give a second thought about it. When the other Lyctors find him, they don't really condemn his actions the way a human would expect another human to condemn attempted murder. To the Lyctors, life and death are both abstract concepts: life has lost all its meaning to the Lyctors, and thus, they do not see value in others' lives, especially the life of another Lyctor. Especially the life of a "Half-Lyctor." Additionally, Cytherea's plot to destroy the Nine Houses, while technically noble in its intent, is just insanely messed up. Yet, it makes sense in the context of her being a Lyctor, and, furthermore, someone who has suffered abuse for the last ten thousand years. She wants to bring justice to Jod, and for her, a small genocide is completely insubstantial. These people do not value nor understand life the way a human would, because they are unbelievably old.

3. The ways they break

Every one of the original Lyctors we see has a point in which they break, and when they break, we see a glimpse of the humanity peeking through. I could do character analysis on all of the Lyctors, but that would take a really long time. In short, we, the reader, get to see shreds of the people the Lyctors once were, and yet this only demonstrates just how shattered they are under the inexorable weight of time (yes, I use inexorable excessively now that I've read these books). Muir feeds us these pieces of the Lyctors' former selves to show just how buried that former self is.

In short, Muir does such a good job writing her Lyctors. They really are some of the most beautifully tragic characters I've ever read. I'm really just compiling some of the elements which I think Muir used to achieve the effect of "this character is bloody ancient." Feel free to add anything you feel that I missed (and I'm sure I missed a lot of stuff), and thanks for reading!

[futureplayboibunnie]

Strong Enough

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

18+ MDNI (y’all pls this is filthy)

- GIGGLING. KICKING MY FEET. i came back from spiderverse with JUST THIS MAN ON MY MIND. oscar isaac ur service is appreciated cause gah dayum.

- i had to write some super angsty smut abt him. i just had to, he’s so lana del rey vinylllll. i’m sorry if my spanish is crap (i had to use google translate bc my stupid ass took german instead of spanish in school- pls tell me if there were any mistakes. kiss kiss x)

warnings: dom!miguel, pnv, lotsa dirty talk (think i got carried away), angsty miguel, FANGS, sort of a soft end. AGGHH IM SO CRAZY ABOUT HIM WHAT THE FUCK.

enjoy bbygirls x

Miguel was furious as usual, his blood was beating like a drum with it, his mind buzzing akin to white noise. New anomalies, new foes but mostly a pesky kid who didn't know how to stay put and shut the fuck up- Miles Morales. He was seething- his eyes glowing a crimson hue violently assaulting against the hazel of his eyes. He looked like shit. Hell, he felt like shit. He was slipping, letting things get in the way, and he blamed you for it. Miguel doesn't slip. Miguel doesn't let things get in the way. Only until you came into his life and veered him off his intended course.

It was his hegemonic masculinity piping up like a hot breath down his neck. Miguel brought together the spider society- he was the solution to every problem, every anomaly, the answer to every spider. But he doesn't answer to himself. No, he didn't. You were the one that was overseeing Miguel's little society, hiding and checking in from time to time if the multiverse wasn't fucked up and every dimension was in a semi-stable state. Miguel was in control of the other spiders, he had to run his orders by you first even if you weren't at HQ half of the time. Being in a subservient position was exorbitantly and intensely frustrating and it made him highly hostile to anyone who talked to him.

You on the other hand had the jurisdiction to give him the authority- you gave him the damn idea, you were from his damn universe, but you couldn't deal with the politics and moral dilemmas that came with leading it. Also, you enjoyed toying with him. Fuck you found so much satisfaction in crawling through him, blowing at that over-inflated ego, those broad shoulders filled to the brim with hubris and pride. Hm, he was good at what he did though- actively scaring off anyone who dared speak against him. Except for Morales. You appreciated his pluck, it reminded you of yourself. Miguel was formidable but you understood why he needed to apprehend Morales- for some reason every time you were near the kid you started glitching out, it fucking hurt and messed with your brainwaves. You understood why he had to capture Miles but you didn't agree with how he was handling it. Miguel was sitting at his desk trying to figure out why this was happening and why this was happening to you but he came up empty. He didn't know what to think about it let alone do. It made him feel uneasy and he hated it. Cómo pedo solucionar esto? (How do I fix this?) kept looping throughout his head and it made him feel helpless and weak. Two words he would never associate with himself.

‘’Miguel.’’ Your voice echoed off the walls and shot straight to his ears, it was smoky and breathy.

"Y/N. Qué estás haciendo aquí? What do you want?’’ His usual low timbre makes your brows furrow involuntarily. ‘’Get out of the shadows.’’ He ordered and for once you listened to him, hopping on his platform behind him.

‘’Morales.’’ You stated deadpan knowing the reaction he was going to get, Miguel's eyes drastically narrowed and changed from a soft ambient scarlet to a scorching blood red. He turned his face a little to the side to glare at you.

"That kid touches anything in another dimension, I'll kill him myself.’’ He replied huskily. You weren't sure if you could trust his words. Yes, he was capable of it but you know deep down he wouldn't want to.

His moral compass strayed once, he won't let that happen again. Never.

"You wanna kill kids now? Is that how low we're going?'’

'We? There's we now?’’

You cocked your head at his question, your face remaining hard.

He stared at you in silent fury, of course he wouldn't want to resort to that but he had to do what he had to do. Miguel was surprised you didn't want to take him yourself considering he makes you glitch out. He hates you, God he hates you. But what happened to you...scared him. You'd been a part of this for so long, if anyone was going to hurt you it would be him- not anyone else. If anyone else did- Miguel dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

Sometimes when he looked at you, he couldn't help but admire your callousness, your brutality yet your undying generosity to people who didn't deserve such a royalty. On the other hand, you were fucking gorgeous. He hated it. It was distracting. It was cruel. Though he couldn't help a little blip or mishap with his thought process- he was still a man after all. Miguel wondered what was under that suit. Wondered what you would like with nothing on at all. Wondered if you would still talk back with that snotty little attitude if you were choking on his dick instead. Though he wouldn't trust you not to bite his dick off in the process. Would you like his fangs? Would you like his claws? He shouldn’t be thinking such a thing.

‘’I should ask you the same question since he affects your stability también.’’ He replied calmly, slightly shocking you. ‘’No matter, I'll stop it. Alone.’’ He growled as he stepped off the platform, tired of entertaining this conversation with you. ‘’You've done enough damage as it is, now I have to fix it.’’

‘’I caused this damage? You realize how fucking stupid you sound. You control the spiders, I let you make orders.’’ You strike a harsh tone as you jolted in front of him to stop his path. Shit, he towered above you, all broad shoulders and disheveled hair. Although he undermined you like this, you wouldn't mind it in other situations...but at work, he was quite literally a piece of work and it made your blood boil. You both knew, you both could feel the palpable hatred swinging and beating again. ‘’And alone? I don't trust you not to kill him, Miguel.’’ You scowled, your eyes wide and piercing through him, halting him in his tracks. The gaze shared between you both was impenetrable, scorching, a battle against wills.

‘’I can't let you.’’ He shot back with a frown and grating red eyes.

‘’While I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so. ’’ You challenged him white cold.

‘’I'm asking you, don't let me make you.’’ He gritted through clenched teeth, his fangs lightly protruding.

He was trying to scare you, it wasn't working.

‘’What is this to you? Playtime? To prove you're the strongest, to create fear wherever you go?’’ You pleaded with him orotund, inviting a yelling match to prove you weren't going down easy on this occasion.

You let Miguel do whatever he damn pleased like this was his own hunting grounds- but you won't let him lose his sanity.

‘’What? No.’’He replied shocked and confused at your presumed reasons why he was doing this. He just had to. He couldn't tell you the deep-rooted reason.

He didn't want to admit it.

Fuck, he couldn't admit it.

What kind of man would that make him?

What kind of leader? What kind of example would he be?

‘’Then what is it-?’’ He was trying to walk away from you but you snaggled onto his suit and brought him back to face you. ‘’Tell me.’’ You ordered stiffly.

‘’I have to do this alone.’’ His voice faltered a little and he was afraid that you might have heard it, that he gave you a glaring view of how quickly he was slipping through the cracks- how weak you've made him, how weak he was becoming.

‘’Why? Why do you need to, Miguel?!’’ You were almost yelling at him and no one other than you would get the privilege of living if they did that.

‘’Stop it.’’ He grunted like a wild animal.

"Then what-? What is it?’’ Your eyes searched for his as he was avoiding looking at your face, terrified that it would be written all over it. His heart was pounding.

‘’I'm not-‘’

‘’Not what?’’ You implored, pushing him further and further to the edge.

‘’I'm not strong enough.’’

‘'Strong enough? Oh yeah, and going after a kid will make you stronger.’’ You chided, eyes stiff cold, and judgemental.

‘’Yes, fuck. I-. No!’’ Miguel raked an exasperated hand through his hair, his palm was twitching and his talons were ready to come out. If only he could make you understand without telling you- but you were insatiable, a tick under his skin. Ready for another fucking fight.

Your eyebrows wilted as you said the words, so unbelievably paralyzed by his gall, his hubris, his never-ending need to prove he's the strongest, that he could do all of this. You knew he fucking could. ‘’That's what this is, some sort of bench press exercise for you? Some sort of work-out?!’’ Miguel grabbed you by the arms and his talons pinched at your skin through his suit, like he was trying to shake some sense into you.

‘’I can't lose you again!’’ He yelled at you, his face merely inches away from yours.

Your mouth popped open at his frazzled admission of honesty, his glowing red eyes faded as he stared at you, hoping for an answer he was sure you wouldn't give him. Miguel's harsh expression was lost with the wind when he hung his head to avoid that fucking look in your eyes. The one that made all the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders all the more fucking heavier, his hands raked down your arms as if he was soothing himself, and his breath became heavier as he closed his eyes to process the words he uttered. You glitching out every time Miles was near you is not an option he was willing to entertain: it was his job to worry about anomalies and canon events but on this occasion- he didn't. And he was admitting that to you.

It's not the fact that he's dangerous or an anomaly. It's because of you.

What kind of selfish would that make him?

Last time that happened he lost everything.

He would never make the same mistake again.

But look at him now.

Making the same mistake.

‘’I can't lose you. No otra vez....I'm not str-I'm not strong enough.’’ His head hung low as if the weight of the universe was saving him from completely falling apart.

You sighed in a mix of relief and pity. This is what it was all about? Pobre cosa (poor thing). Your eyes were wide with a magnetic pulse and your body was radiating a mesmeric need. He felt it. Your hands flew to his chest and slowly meandered to his broad shoulders, he was panting in exhaustion and regret but your fingers went to his chin and jutted it upwards so your longing stare could meet his. It was a scorching look between two tired and exhausted people. Miguel was working himself so hard and you just wanted to make him forget about it, just once.

‘’Miguel…’’

‘’Ahora me he dado cuenta de que no puedo hacer nada de esto sin ti.’’ (I've now come to realize that I can't do any of this without you). Miguel's eyes flitted to your lips, his voice low and husky...needy. ‘’But I'm a selfish man... y te necesito.’’ (and I need you). Your face looked blank, it's obvious you didn't understand a word he was saying. ‘’Whatever, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying anyway.’’ Miguel dismissed you as he let go of your embrace and attempted to head out.

Before he could move away too far, you exposed your wrist and webbed him, dragging him back to you. His eyes glinted with a surprise yet they were dark with need and arrogance. Miguel was in front of you and your pussy started throbbing. His senses went into overdrive and he couldn't hold back his will to not touch you anymore.

‘'He entendido cada palabra que me has dicho.’’ (I've understood every word you've ever said to me.)

He gripped your face and kissed you hard, it was furious and mean, and he tasted dangerous- just as you expected, just as you had been silently begging him to. Lord, you were sure you'd regret this but right now your body was alive. Miguel's massive hands pulled at your hair to open your mouth wider

'’Miguel...féllame, por favor.’’ (fuck me, please) you uttered breathlessly, his mouth traveling from your bottom lip, chin, and then neck. His lips then went to breathe raggedly in your ear.

‘’You've understood everything I've ever said under my breath about you?’’ He murmured, imploring you to make him understand. He thought he had the privilege of saying things secretly as no one understood his Spanish but him, so he could say things he didn't want to keep inside without anyone else knowing. But you pulled the rug out from under him, you've been fooling him. He hated it. The number of times he's mumbled how much he wanted you under his breath- fuck.

‘’Mhm.’’ You moaned as his hands flew to your hips and slammed you down on his desk with no finesse, planting himself between your soft thighs. ‘’I thought you would've caught me earlier than this chico.’’ You teased- the thought made him angry. His talons seeped out of his skin and ripped at your suit, exposing the bare skin of your waist.

‘’Y me he dado cuenta de lo mojada que te pones cuando estás cerca de mí.’’ (And I've noticed how wet you get when you're near me) The filthy words rolled off of his tongue like velvet. ‘’Don't think you have the upper hand here sweetheart.’’

‘’Even when I want you to fuck me, you still have to fucking argue with me.’’ You growled as your hands burrowed into his long raven hair

‘’Oh, but you like it this way.’’ He smirked in your ear, the cadence of his voice reducing your knees to that of fucking jelly.

"How do you know what I like? You never asked.’’ You flirted back, treading on dangerous waters with the man that is known for having paper-thin patience.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ Miguel clawed at your waist and then spun you around so the tops of your thighs were. digging into the translucent glass of his desk. All of a sudden, he placed his large palm just below your neck and shoved you flat onto the desk just with brute force. You were sure you were about to start salivating.

‘’Oh, mierda.’’ He breathed raggedly, his wandering hands ripping at your suit. ‘’Beautiful, dangerous, deadly. Pretending as if you're better than me... like you're not capable of killing.’’ He ripped at your suit some more, exposing more of your skin. Your breath trembled in anticipation as he bent down to whisper hotly in your ear, your ass already feeling his strong- oh. Shit. ‘’You drive my fucking crazy, you know that?’’ He ripped your suit until it was nothing but scraps. You were naked and desperate under him.

‘’Me vuelves loco.’’ (You make me insane).

‘’Stop fucking talking and just take me, Miguel.’’ You whined desperately as your cheek pressed coldly against the glass, your hair splaying all over your shoulders like a waterfall.

‘’Abre la boca.’’ (Open your mouth) He growled like an animal but you were too concerned with your wobbly legs and fraying patience, you replied with a stunned silence, almost jittering like a fool. A frown contorted on Miguel's perfect face, scrunching up his chiseled, picturesque features. His right hand gripped your hair pulling you up to him, his left hand brushed against your lips until he fully force-plunged two fingers in your mouth- saliva coating his fingers as you gagged and choked. Oh, he couldn't wait to get you on your knees- the thought provoked some visceral reaction within him.

‘’'That's it, good girl.’’ He grumbled the affirmation and it sent sparks shooting throughout your body.

Miguel rarely ever praised or complimented so this....fuck. ...this was different, you felt so damn special to him. The ever-so-broody Miguel O'Hara calling you a 'good girl' made an unstoppable moan rip through your throat. ‘’Oh, so you like to be loud? Seems like you can't shut up when you're getting fucked too.’’ He insulted adding insult to injury which just made you sweat.

‘’Is the venom from your fangs rushing straight to your head, Miguel? Or did you not hear what I said?’’ You spat with a distinct sharpness that he'd come to expect from you, he was glad to see he hadn't scared the personality out of you which he had the tendency to do to every single person he met. However, one thing he absolutely couldn't tolerate was backtalking- which you had a tendency to get away with most times but he thought this was the perfect situation to reinstate his rules. Miguel tugged on your hair again like his own personal leash.

‘’Puede que quiera joderte ahora mismo, pero no pienses ni por un segundo que no te haré sufrir en el proceso.’’ (I may want to fuck the shit out of you right now but don't think for a second that I won't make you suffer in the process) His voice was aggressive and heady and you were stiff with arousal, your pussy was aching for him.

‘’Por favor Miguel.’’ You begged softly and it made his gaze narrow and his fangs spike out of his gums.

At times like this, he was glad he had a suit that would come on and off as he pleased- right now he was sweating with need and he was thankful he was able to quickly rid of his suit. Miguel didn't think he would be this hard, but then again you did always have a knack for surprising him when he least expected it. His large palm smacked at your ass and he was happy to see a large indent of the outline he made. Like he had a claim on you.

‘’Miguel!’’ You whined like a bitch in heat.

He didn't listen to your plead, he didn't even tease you into it first, his rigid dick just slipped into your soaking wet heat and he'd never felt this pleasure...ever. You were seriously about to cry. He wanted you to. Your pussy molded around his dick, and you were afraid he wasn't even going to fit- but Miguel always finds a way. He felt so...fucking good. The dull ache inside of your stomach was twisting into a fit of knots and butterflies, he quite literally pulsated inside of you

"Tan apretado cariño.’’ (So tight sweetheart) Miguel's chest rumbled alongside his dirty words. Fucking hell, it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. He started rutting into you with abandon, without mercy.

You felt so good. He was so.. good...at this, as much as you hated to admit it. He kept pawing at your body, his talons creating the animalistic tension that much heavier between you.

‘’Mi vida...’’ He purred in your ear, going harder and faster with every pained moan that ripped through your throat like it was an incentive for him to keep going.

‘’So perfect for me. Squeezing me so well...Mierda.’’

‘’You want me?’’ You teased innocently as you twisted your head to look at him through doe eyes. His eyes were roaring red as his grip on your hips seeped into your skin harder.

‘’You know I do.’’ Miguel gritted through clenched teeth, baring his fangs. The sight just made you wetter. ‘’Let me show you how much.’’ He bent down and it felt like he was going to snap you in half, you were so close to reaching your peak. To add insult to injury, he bit down on the skin of your bare shoulder blade and blood dripped from his fangs when he pulled away- your moan in response was that of perfection. Fuck it hurt but it felt amazing.

‘’It's okay, mi vida, come for me. I won't tell.’’ Miguel cooed, showing a tender side to him as he kissed down your shoulder blade to your back. You obeyed his command and came onto him- violently, so fucking hard. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest and your honeyed pants brought him back to life- a cause and effect. He fucked you through your orgasm and allowed himself the privilege of finishing inside you.

Miguel pulled out of you, leaking against the back of your thigh in the process. The scene was filthy, completely obscene and you never thought this would actually happen. ‘’Stay still princesa.’’ He commanded and you actually listened to him. The pressure of Miguel's body left you exposed as your ears pricked up to hear a rustle of draws and a clattering of things behind you. You turned your head around and his hologram suit was back on, it hugged him so fucking tightly your knees were starting to shake again.

You felt his presence again as you felt a cloth clean up the leaks down your thighs. ‘’Muchas gracias, Miguel.’’ Smartass. You flirted and he just smirked back at you, helping you stand up straight and face him when he got you cleaned up. You gazed up at him, quite chipper if you were being completely honest. Maybe a good hard fucking from his was all you needed to straighten you out. His eyes were still greedy as they raked up and down your naked body.

‘’As much as I prefer you like this...here.’’ A hologram covered you and your suit was back on, fine lines and all- well, that's easier than what you have to go through every day to get it sitting nicely.

You gazed at the scraps of your suit that were on the floor. Jesus Christ, he fucked like an animal.

"Nice to know chivalry isn't dead.' You tiptoed so you could get closer to his face and kissed his cheek. ‘’Thanks for the fuck, Miguel. Also by the way, I'm still not letting you kill that kid.’’ You patted his shoulder sarcastically- toying with him even further. You just walked away from him and his platform, you left him in a stunned silence and a blank expression, he scoffed breathlessly as he turned around to see you saunter away so damn confidently.

‘’Princesa no tan rapida.’’ (Not so fast princess) He replied back with a broken half smile. He suddenly exposed his wrist and a web flew to your waist and he instantaneously pulled you back in front of him. The breathless expression on your face was something that needed to be showcased in galleries.

‘’Can't lose me again? Object permanence is a thing you know torombolo.’’ You joked and his brows furrowed slightly in response, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

‘’Don't joke about that mi vida.’’ Miguel's face had a sheen of concern and it made your stomach twist into butterflies. ‘’You could die.’’ His voice came across as more stern than intended but you didn't back away like anyone else would do- you accepted him for who he was.

‘’Oh, Miguel...Please, we'll figure it out. But that kid you're after is probably scared and alone- just like you were, just like I was and I don't want that to swallow him.’’

‘’But every time-‘’ You pressed your pointer finger to stop his lips from moving.

"Shush. I've always trusted you, Miguel, now I don't even think there's a point in me being your higher-up. If we work together, you don't have to be afraid.’’ You caressed his face tenderly and he got lost in the softness of your words and your ever so guileless eyes.

‘’Okay?’’ Miguel turned his head to kiss at your palm as an affirmation.

‘’Okay.’’

[mental-mouthful]

ned for the character ask game!!

yayyyyy!! oh what a good start ok!

First Impression: I've mentioned it before but he literally dissolved into the background as more of a force in the narrative than a character. Just something to dump problems on and theyd magically get resolved. If you'd showed me a picture of him and collins side by side i would be able to tell them apart only bc collins had arguably more interesting things to say.

Impression Now: Well. He's my girlfriend, obviously. I am entirely completely enamored with his big wet eyes and his inability to have one fucking good day in his life. He's a man who will always be the one to shoot himself in the foot keep the peace. Some might call it pacisfism, some people might say its people pleasing, and they're not entirely wrong! But i think above all else he, similar to jopson, simply hates chaos. Keeping his head down, rarely questioning his orders, taking blame for other people's actions (crozier refusing to go to erebus, sol's mutiny, etc) are all means of keeping things in order. He's very much an eldest child in that way. Allowing himself to be berated to not cause extra conflict. If he swallows that pain it won't continue to spread.

Favorite Moment: Can i say all of ep 5? Ned's terrible horrible no good very bad day <3 its never fucking unending and he looks particularly puppy-ish the whole time! and his frosty mutton chops and flushed face omg <33333

Idea for a Story: Oh i have too many ideas to succinctly lay out, but I think more than anything I'd like to put him in a situation that makes him snap. How far do I have to push him?

Unpopular Opinion: I suppose this might be more universal and I simply haven't seen it but.... building off my last answer: he should've shot Sol. Point blank and been done with it. I love Sol as much as the next freak but man would it have felt nice to see Edward with a spine.

Favorite Relationship: Going to be extremely basic and say Crozier. I just want to know if it was the man or the station Edward devoted himself to.

Favorite Headcanon: That he is a goth at heart. Bbygirl I would buy you all the demonias my broke ass can afford

thanks!!!!

[tenchikothefangirl]

HE REALLY DID, THAT LITTLE—

What a CONCEITED ASSHOLE. Like honestly, he's told to his FACE that the Council won't give him a rank he didn't earn, so he murders all of them and then just. TAKES the rank, takes the position as some honored dissenter, and at the same time pretends he left because of IDEALOGICAL DIFFERENCES WHAT THE FUCK ANAKIN.

What is the line from like. fucking Chicago. "I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive, and I saw him dead."

This is that but with just. more genocide and also less cause.

[levemetal]

I have a million and one svsss AU ideas that idk if I'll ever write cause I have 0 confidence in my untested writing skills. Any of these appeal to you?? Go ahead, use 'em. Know any fanfics like that? Please please PLEASE leave them in the comments. Ideas to add? Anything? Please go ahead I have no friends that are as deep in the svsss brainrot as me to subject this to ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Continued under the cut due to excessive rambling

These will be Ghost King/Calamity!SJ cause he has been living rentfree in my brain ever since one braincell at one AM shouted about it so you have been warned.

- Dual Ghost Kings YQY and SJ, Post canon of PIDW. That's it that's the idea. Their extras hurt my cold dead heart way too much and as much as bbygirl SJ is a piece of shit, Yue Qingyuan deserves happiness, and for that he needs his Xiao-Jiu. Basically YQY does not stay dead when Bingge turns him into a pincushion à la White No Face to Xie Lian except with arrows. What happens from here? Idk didn't get that far but I imagine he steals back his (probably dead) Xiao-Jiu, maybe does some other batshit insane shit like we all know that deep down he's capable of, and the duo fucking COMMUNICATES for once in their life and they live happily ever after. Bonus points for hilarious deaths for Bingge.

- If you're a filthy multishipper like me, want a BingJiu version of the above QiJiu? Easy, SJ decides to haunt Bingge's ass for eternity and vice versa when Bingge kicks the bucket and so they spent the rest of eternity trying to make each other miserable in increasingly ridiculous and creative ways. Maybe along the centuries they find a common enemy or sort their shit out and proceed to make their awful existence everyone else's problem. A match made in hell, truly <3

Are you seeing a theme yet. I like a general comedic air to svsss AUs, it just belongs to the svsss experience ya know? Anyway carrying on-

Shen twins, and SQH twins cause why not. If you want Binghe twins too, actually probably funnier with Binghe twins, where one is our beloved maiden Bingmei and the other OG!PIDW Bingge but forced back in time with memories of the PIDW timeline. Transmigrator SQH aka Airplane gets the peak lord + Mobei-Jun plotline while OG!SQH is just chilling as an An Ding Peak Hallmaster or something. Meanwhile, the Shen twins have a funny game of imposter going on. As far as everyone is concerned, there is only one Shen Qingqiu, Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan transmigrated in earlier into the novel, but ended up going to CQM with Yue Qi while SJ got stuck in the Qiu household as in canon. From here the details can change but the main idea is that

A) Shen Yuan knows how to do his peak lord job actually

B) SJ is a calamity ghost, having died either in his disciple years or alternatively never made it out of the Qiu household alive

C) Both SY and SJ have been playing switcheroo when SY needs to head out and do stuff or just wants SJ to do his paperwork for him.

I still need a good reason for the switching and duping, but wouldn't it be funny if the disciples just had to deal with their peak lord behaving WILDLY different at times. Most of the time it's good ol' Shen Yuan smiling at disciples, way too enthusiastic for monsters and plants and keeps forgetting his fans everywhere. Then one random week in the month after he has a resting bitch face, scowls, snarls and bitches at anyone and has 0 patience for teenage attempts at music.

Most shrug it off as just terrible migraine weeks, but some disciples are suspicious, most of all Bingge who is CONVINCED something is WrongTM. Like, he KNOWS SQQ and this SQQ is just so different, something must be different. He doesn't know how right he is yet everyone just thinks he's actually insane.

I know this is probably increasingly insane and dumb, but fast forward to the Abyss opening. SJ was probably there to keep an eye on his clumsy twin, but SY ends up asking the ghost to look over the Luos, as the system still demands that they go to the abyss. So SJ after much grumbling agrees (after all he probably just was unmasked as ghost calamity, and the twins as demons, with a huge amount of cultivators moving their way. It's really the smaller hassle to jump into the Abyss and deal with the horrors there. Besides, the scholar in SJ would be curious about the abyss (and SY too let's be honest) ), kicks both in and goes "Alright we're taking an impromptu field trip" and jumps in after leaving SY to deal with the political mess that comes after.

Anyway, the last AU can be changed in various ways, like make it a PIDW time travel fix it with only the OGs around, or just Shen twins, etc. Feel free to shout at me how dumb this all is.

[crinj-central]

One Piece ch 1145 spoilers under the cut

WE ARE TRULY EATING THIS CHAPTER AND SO IS LOKI AGAINST HIS WILL AJDJKFKDKD my poor bbygirl.... Oda why do u keep torturing him with boiling hot food omfg what's ur problem....

And speaking of men with problems; WHAT THE FUCK WAS ROCKS D XEBEC'S PROBLEM TOO TF DO U MEAN HE STABBED BABY LOKI LIKE THAT????

ODA STOP TORMENTING MY WIFE!!!

Also now that I got this off my chest: Loki did in fact NOT meet the holy knights overseas either!! My theory is thickening..... there's literally just one option left for how and why he knows what they are 👁👁 and if they do have a grudge, then it's because he prevented their acquisition of the legendary devil fruit 👁👁👁👁

Anyway u can read the full summary here

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP18 (The Lights Of Zetar) My original opening here was just lyrics to the song airplanes???

Wish right now:

- Scotty is already trying to romance Mira Romaine (her name is lettuce) I can tell without even hearing him speak

- WHY IS KIRK TALKING ABOUT SCOTTYS LONELINESS IN HIS SHIP LOGS?!?

- SULU what the FUCK

- I feel like people could just say stuff in older television. Like now everyone’s gotta explain what everything means but before they could just be like, ‘yep it’s a warp engine’ and everyone else would agree that that is in fact a warp engine

- uh oh she looked into the eclipse

- Ehat is happening to Kirk

- McCoy walks in so casually. It’s another Tuesday

- I would hate to be on a biobed. That would be so awkward.

- She’s being a dick to McCoy for no reason

- McCoys slight turtleneck coming out of his short sleeved shirt <3

- That’s just a dude chilling in her eye. Oh wait no he’s dead on the planet

- That is a horrifying noise

- “What did she die of?” … heheh well let’s just say- No I shan’t

- Gaining the powers of prophecy

- OMG KYLE. I’ve missed you my bbygirl

- Scotty that’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard

- Spock looks so babygirl right here??? Like???

- Is this becoming a trolley problem? Needs of the many vs. Needs of the few (edit: no idea what this is referring to but it sounds smart?)

- Kirk’s ass Good plan, she’s gotta be questioned, also good to take Spock and McCoy with you

- “Parents deceased” DAMN. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER

- boop beep bloup

- Imagine getting judged this harshly by the polycule

- I think this would have been a better reveal if there was a bit more build up to her behavioural changes

- Sparkles

- I love Spock and McCoy in the corner for this scene

- “Mira will not kill me.” *immediately dies* /j he was just a little silly

- This is a lot like the exorcist (I’ve never seen the exorcist)

- “Doctor McCoy is correct, Captain.” Kirk looks at Spock like, ‘he’s what now?’

- “You mean ‘love’ as motivation?” Yeah cause Spock’s never been motivated by this. Ever. Nope. Couldn’t be him…

- “Well this is an Enterprise first. Doctor McCoy, Mr Spock, and engineer Scott find themselves complete agreement. Can I stand the strain?” I laughed at this and resumed the show and then Kirk laughed at the same time in the same way and I’m scared.

Masterpost

Episode written by Jeremy Tarcher & Shari Lewis

[couldtransitionsaveher]

XOLGA UTSUGI from XOLGA AND MR. TOKO

JUSTIFICATION:

"Okay I'm pretty sure none of y'all know this character but. Look at my bbygirl. Teddy bear babe. She is my queen. My goddess. My pathetic little meow meow with childhood trauma and daddy and mommy issues. I would kill for her. I would die for her. Anyway submitting this bc I love Xolga and I am down bad for him HARD (hes so fucking hot. He is literally the hottest out of EVERY Pacthesis character.) but I've been imagining him genderbent and. She won't get out of my head help. I think I've fallen in love with her. She's my wife now sorry and we're married (kinda joke bc she’s canonically aromantic) so yeah. She gets turned into a teddy bear but before that, she’s human and HAWT. Like Pacthesis/Amy did a poll and Xolga was most popular. They had to turn him into a teddybear to contain his husbando energy because he would be too powerful otherwise. Can you imagine if more people knew the games how many people would be fucking simping for this man. GOD SHE WOULD BE SO DAMN HOT AS A DETECTIVE WOMAN IN A SUIT. (I could also imagine him as a trans guy, he could go either way but. LADY XOL. Iove herr). Excuse my cringe, pathetic, corny ass simping but uhhhm. Girl Xolga. Grumpy lady who wishes to punch her problems away and escape from it all and is tired and done with shit 24/7. She has a gun, a fist, a dream, and a genki adoptive brother (Mr. Toko) who is a trained marksman. She goes through time loops. She met her past self. She’s a dimension-hopping dream babe. She fucked up her cousin’s hair. She worked as a store clerk on the planet Uranus. I want her hair and suit and her gender. I want to be her. She’s mine. Even her beauty aside, I genuinely think Xolga (and Mr. Toko) are probably some of the best-written of Amy’s non-simdate works characters. I wish there was more on their lore bc I wanna know more on Mr. Toko’s backstory with the organization, and stuff like that. But even if the second season is the end I think it’s already a very good and satisfying end as it is. Perfect end for them. But also I’d love more because I LOVE MY BOYS. And I’d love teddybearboy just as much if he were a girl, which if she were she’d be my soulmate, even just platonically." - Anonymous

Reminder: Submissions are always open! Submit here!

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[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[radioactivesweet]

Nicco is a certified bbygirl in my book LMAO

Any fun hcs you have of him? Or may I request a gender neutral reader x Nicco but it's just him starting to catch onto how often reader admries him when he's not looking? And maybe a lil bit of Ildio being like "you just noticed?"

I completely agree with you, Nicco is such a babygirl yes we're literally overlooking the fact that he is also a head of the mafia

Btw it's been a while since I've written something on here, so I might be a little rusty, hope you like it anyway ahahah

First of all, some fun headcanons, tho I'd define them more as random, I think. Since Nicco appears to be quite shy, I picture him as being the type of person who, when booking a table or even just ordering a pizza, will start stuttering and saying the most awkward stuff ever. He's probably someone who wouldn't complain if the waiter gives him the wrong order, even if it's something he doesn't like at all, he'll pretend it's fine - Ildio will end up eating his leftovers. Back from when he was an architecture student, I think he still gets really passionate about architectures in general. If you're visiting some place with him and you pass by some random building, he will start talking non-stop about it (you can clearly see how the architecture changed throughout the centuries, of course, it still contains some neoclassical elements, but it's mostly eclectic nowadays). And there's no way to make him stop. He probably cringes when seeing people putting pineapple on pizza and has at least once put salt instead of sugar in his coffe, in his defense he had just woken up.

Now, regarding the other part the request, here it is 💫💫💫

Nicco had never thought anybody would look up to him, admire him even. No way anyone would watch plain old Niccolò that way - it was just the way things were, he was unable to understand why his comrades, his family would see him as someone fitting to be a leader, he was so anonymous it hurt. That was probably the reason why he cared so little about his well-being, he was unimportant after all - yet everyone seemed to see something in him he couldn't quite figure out. And then there was you, the biggest mystery. Sometimes he would catch you staring at him and then violently look away, embarassed, then, he would too pretend nothing happened. Niccolò just couldn't understand what were you looking at him for, was there something wrong with him? Was there a problem with the clothes he was wearing? He would get paranoid over it, something must have been terribly wrong, there was no other option. From then on, sometimes, discreetly, he too would look back at you, even catching you again staring at him. Here he became even more confused - you were so interested whenever you looked at him, your eyes seemed almost shining. What was that feeling? Admiration, adoration, love? He couldn't quite grasp it. Ildio had laughed it off when Nicco frist brought up this subject, he seemed to find the matter extremely amusing. "Are you being serious? You just noticed?" Niccolò hadn't really figured out what he was supposed to have just noticed, but he finally liked that feeling of being considered. He wasn't just a wallflower anymore, he felt a little more worthy of whatever was going on. He just had to gather to courage to talk to you, but there was plenty of time for that. Patience was one of his virtues, one step at a time and he would've been able to reach out for you.

[superm4ks]

If you don’t mind me asking, when and why did you imprint on Max ? Like what is it about him that made you go “ya that’s the one” in f1 ?

IMPRINT pls . My lil baby chick 🐤🐤🐤 .. honestly idk how taboo or whtvr it is to admit this but I kinda admire him a lot and not just as a driver as a person too . Obvi the driving a big part of it. I like f1 I like the sport and Max is superb at what he does and he does it in a very unique way. I think an underrated aspect of the role Max plays and has played in f1 is that hes very emotionally fulfilling .. idk if that makes sense mfldsj. Like he puts the thumb on the scale. Even inside a machine he makes himself heard and seen and accounted for and u know that its a person in there and that person matters. U answer to him not the car. For example just this weekend ocon fucked his lap and Max did not hesitate to do the same. He does that constantly regardless of whats at stake. he operates on this super interesting and contradictory spectrum of absurd metronome like consistency and red hot bursts of passion. Like a person. Its uncomfortable sure but its real and its genuine and approachable and I think its why people tend to experience f1 thru him, as a fan or as a hater lmfao. It also explains why hes such a hit on ao3 and f1c in general because hes easy to relate to and pluck an interesting character out of that mess. Like his childhood, his relationship wid his dad and racing and how fucked up it got at times and how a lot of his success was built on survival , all of that is presented to us in all its complexity and yet Max has never bothered to make it digestible and glamorous and beautiful and meaningful like it just is what it is. How we choose to understand it, and him, thats not his problem. For somebody whos been in the media circus for as long as he has since he was a literal kid like to remain true to that it takes a lot of resolve. A lot of nerve. And I wud admire that in anyone but especially an f1 driver I think its sick. So ig thats it . Also bro to keep it 💯 listen hes got a stupid fucking mouth on him like thats an all time pair of white man lips also hes kinda gay and im a simple lesbian I saw him stomping around wid his flat brim and race suit tied around his slutty lil waist in 2020 I was like bbygirl come sign this contract

[lunatic-pudge]

Demoman SFW Alphabet

Drunk, one-eyed bomber makes my heart go awooga. And then I see Sniper and go OH MAMA!

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Demo is definitely one of the most affectionate of all nine mercs. platonically and romantically. It's his way of showing that he loves his friends, lovers, family, ect. He's a big ol's goofball and I do be loving him

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Top tier best friend. You see how his friendship is with Soldier. Loves going out on vacations and to events with friends. I feel like he'd have a small gambling addiction so stay away from casinos. He is decent with giving advice, but you should wait for him to sober up or be sober cause you know he ain't giving good advice when drunk

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's like Sniper where he'll just lay on top of you, except unlike Sniper, Demo doesn't care if people around. He's absolutely a PDA man. Got no shame whatsoever. He'd probably beg you to love all over him when drunk. Needs lovins cause he got some self-image and confidence issues. Plz love him

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Would love to settle down and have a family. Can't cook for shit, and his cleaning skills are meh. But he'd gladly be your house husband if you ask. Though, his alcoholism will be a big problem though. He would need to cut back, definitely can't quite cold turkey cause that would kill him. So it's somrthing that would need to be worked on to bring it down to a semi-reasonable level

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He wouldn't take a break up well. He's just a little bit mellow dramatic. He's a very attached and clingy lover so break up take quite a mental blow on him. He'd be like Scout with a tub of ice cream and the drama shows. It'll take a few months or a year for him to get over the relationship, then he's back to his normal self

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Just say when bbygirl and he'll have a ring ready. I feel like it wouldn't take him long for him to wanna get married. He's just patient and will wait for you to be ready. He'll let you get the ring of your dream, no matter how expensive it is.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle when sober. Doesn't like to be too rough with his partner, he'll feel bad if he hurts them. When drunk, he's a little more reckless physically, emotionally, he's just drunk and confused. Has absolutely no idea what's going on. When drunk, he's more bold with wanting attention and lovins. If you tell him he was a little too rough with you, he'll apologize and make up for it

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

HUGS ALL AROUND FOR EVERYONE. If you or anyone else is in arms length of Demo, they're getting a hug. He's got that warm, slightly bone crushing hugs that just radiate love. Will pick you up and swing you around. Blabbering about how much he loves ya

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Takes a few months and happens when he's blackout drunk. He never intended for it to come out so soon and when he was so intoxicated. He won't remeber it until you bring it up when he's sober. Poor baby will be so embarassed but will tell you how much you mean to him

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very jealous very easily. He doesn't mean to be so jealous. He just worries he's not good enough. Will follow you like a lost puppy. Holding onto you asking for reassurance that you love him and only him

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Another messy kisser, especially when drunk. It just kinda happens. Likes to try and be a gentlman by bringing your knuckles up to his lips and kissing them. You can kiss this man anywhere and everywhere and he'd be so happy. If you kiss his eyepatch he might end up crying though

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Loves kids. Wants to have some of his own someday. He's a great big brother sort of figure but would probably end up teaching the kids some basic chemistry and how to make a bomb. He's also someone who will spoil kids rotten. Toys, treats, and much more. He's someone who gives out king sized candy bars on Halloween if he remembers to buy some

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Every morning starts with a confused and disoriented Demo. Has no idea what time, year, or day it is and where he's at. Is probably confused as to why someone's in his bed with him. If there was a whole ass breakfast buffet, he'd eat it all without a thought processing in his head. Very hungry baby in the mornings. You're definitely the one who wakes up first. He's someone who won't wake up til 5pm

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Likes to stay up late, doing God knows what, probably drinking and being clingy. Has a comfy ass king sized bed with some of the nicest blankets and pillows you could ever dream of. May or may not be a stuffed animal or two lost in his bed. Also never makes his bed, sees no need to. If you don't take him to bed, he'll pass out in some random spot

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

Is naturally an open person. Will tell stories about trying to blow up the Luch Ness Monster, leaves out the part where he accidentally killed his dad. Mourns over how he lost his eye. Lots of stories from this man.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Is surprisingly a patient man. Rarely is he ever impatient. Reacts differently when certain people anger him. Can be easily calmed down though so there's not much to worry about

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Unfortunately, due to the constant alcohol consumption, his memory is shot. Can only remember so much before he starts to blank or mix things up. So please don't be mad at him, he's trying

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Demo's favorite memory of you two is when you both went out to the beach for a little get away from everything. Hanging out by the ocean, enjoying the calming ambiance that surrounded you both. He sat behind you, arms wrapped tightly around you as if you'd float away if he were to let go. One of you two would occasionally break the silence with words of affrimation or little observations. Demo would also occasionally leave little kisses on your cheek, neck, and shoulders. Snuggling up to you, trying to be even more closer if physically possible. Just a nice moment between you both he likes to think about when times get rough

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. Would blow someone up if it meant protecting you. He's essentially a gaurd dog for you. And if he finds you protecting him. OH BOY. That would turn this from an SFW alphebet, to an NSFW one

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

He's trying as much as his liquidfy brain can let him. He usually will have you come up with the main ideas for a date and he'll work on the finer details. Might even break out the suit he has stored away for you, and boy oh boy, does he look good in a suit

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

We all know what his bad habit is. It's the alcoholism. But he also struggles with his self-esteem. That's what happens when you have a mom who never has anything good to say about you. He thinks nothing he does is ever good enough, no matter how much he tries. He kinda scared to talk to a therapist about it though

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

This is tough to say. With Demo, he cares about his appearance when his self-esteem allows it. Like, he does put time and effort in his looks, but that's when things are going good? If it makes sense. We've all seen how disheveled he was when he lost his job. So it's really just depends on his mental state

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Ablsolutely devastated.  You're his world and his happiness. He doesn't like it when you go on missions and such without him. He'd be even more of a mess if you were to break up with him. So when you go on a mission, you'll have to make some allotted time at night to call him where he's a sobbing mess, talking about how much he misses you. Please tell him that it'll be okay and you'll be back soon. He's a sad puppy when you're not around

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Demo would've been one of the smartest mercs if he wasn't an alcoholic. Maybe not Engie smart, but pretty darn close. Knows all there is to know about organic and inorganic chemistry. Has learned that from his parents when he was just a young lad. Was at the top of all his classes when he was in school. But everything staered to fall apart the more he drank. He regrets letting it get this bad but he doesn't have the strength to break the cycle

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Now, with Demo, there isn't much to say. He's usually content with most stuff but he definitely wants someone who keeps up with their hygiene. He can't stand when people are filthy and disgusting. That's one is his biggest icks

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He's got an erratic sleep schedule. He sleeps when the scrumpy decides it's bedtime. You usually have to pull him to bed so he isn't sleeping on the ground, or squished between the fridge and stove. How did he get there? I dunno. Drunk people do weird things

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Who should I do next? I duuno. You tell me.

And man, I really love Demoman, I do. It's just hard cause he's an alcoholic and I grew up with a Father who is so damn close to be an alcoholic. So it makes it hard to truly love Demo cause I get reminded of the shit me, my Mother, and siblings have had to deal with. :(