#on the contrary I would kill for him <3

[cat-scarr]

hi! im the person who asked if ben gives u cuteness agression. ig i just wanted to clarify what i was actually trying to ask. has ben ever looked so cute to you that it makes you aggresive towards him? like, wanting to squish him so hard his eyes pop out or shake him really hard? lol ig im just curious because you always show so much love for ben. I thought it would be funny if you ever had a "i wanna bully him until he cries" phase

OH well I wouldn't have guessed that anon lol sorry to disappoint but no I have not 😂 I want no harm to come to the boy

[dottybot]

Lost housing and almost killed by our landlords

(Twice)

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My partner, @translesbo, and I after signing a lease, were put through 2 big gas leaks during times we had planned on and had been close to sleeping in the apartment. The entire time the place made us sick and was hard to breathe in with a strong awful smell and remained unihabitable, causing us to be without a home since July 3rd, 2023 due to it.

We are a brown latine lesbian couple and both trans (her transfem and myself tme cafab) and autistic along with other disabilities, and have 2 esa cats.

The whole time during the lease, the landlord would excuse the lack of cleanliness and poor maintenance of the building with that it was an old building, deny things she once acknowledge, and imply that we were just lying or causing the problems and even giving us trouble with getting out of the lease. But before that it led up to 2 big gas leaks.

To not make the post appear too lengthy, the rest is under a cut.

So the 1st gas leak, we were earlier sure about taking and about to load up the cats with us to all attempt sleeping there for the night, only last minute getting the feeling like we should not bring them and then deciding not to. Once in the apartment, we were there, windows shut the entire time, for 3+ hours. I went from the regular struggle to breath, head pain, and sickly feel to escalating much more and becoming very out of it, struggling to stay awake to beginning to feel so out of control, and I never would have guess we were being poisoned due to the state it had already put me in. Kat only noticed by chance, the smell of gas by the oven, when she was just starting to feel more off, which we otherwise wouldn't have spotted with how strong the place smelled. We were so close to not noticing it at all.

Kat had been barely able to drive but got us to the nearby ER, and doctors confirmed the gas poisoning, and kept us there for 3 or 4 hours through the night until recovered enough, fortunately due to it being short term, we had no lasting damage on our bodies, just both felt very ill the next day, and myself barely able to move I remained sick from it for 3 days.

That morning, Kat had contacted the gas company as the doctors suggested, though they could not do anything as we followed the leases direction and were not notified during the event, so no one but the apartment maintenance would be able to even confirm it happening. However, the fire departmen came with a firetruck, since it was also recommended by the doctor to get the place checked out by them.

The landlord later called, after us updating her of current apartment issues promptly as per lease requirements, and this call she went too far. She kept up with her same tactics but worse. She tried implying either we made up that there was a leak or we intentionally gave ourselves gas poisoning (like we were still very sick from the previous night) and was then many times claiming everything is fine with the maintenance man the landlord insists "he knows what he's doing" and "no one has ever had a problem with him", because we had included our concerns with him-- this guy had tried making kat sound like she overreacted and didn't know anything, kept claiming that "Gas does Not spread" so we should have been fine, not having any effects of poisoning, along with other contrary claims.

Anyways, the landlord lady was very clearly implying she thinks we are liars about there even being a gas leak, implying we didnt contact the gas and fire department which she claimed to "work closely with so they wouldn't lie, because she contacted the places and no one had documentation since maintenance was the only one to witness, it was her word against ours. This is when we realize due to the lease instructions to forgo contact to a third party professional to fix gas leaks, we would not be able to have paper documentation against her to prove it. She even "randomly" asked the name of our previous apartment place, and mentioned threatening like "didnt you have a gas leak there too?" As even more reason to accuse us, and saying she may have to contact our previous apartment place and saying how odd she thinks it was to have another leak, though this one worse,

On the 3rd day, after the 1st leak I was still feeling ill only starting to recover, the 2nd leak happened. this time we had to bring our cats with us, since we had no where else to stay with our previous lease over, and the apartment still uninhabitable and made us both more sickly, and still feared being there.

Earlier in that day, we were reassured multiple times that it was fixed and that "the stove SHOULD be putting out a gas smell for the next hour or 2", and that it means it's "Fixed, working" the maintenance man kept insisting, even the landlord lady was there strongly confirming multiple times it was true because "he Knows what he is doing" again, even confirming therepair was checked later in the day to make sure there was no leak and that it was safe.

We were afraid to go back after the 1st leak after how badly to us at least it seemed to be pouring out earlier in the day and their claim that it was supposed to be that way, but it was the only option we had.

We were unsure if we were just overreacting for a while and imagining the smell, it was several hours laters with all windows having been left open, though eventually calling our gas company this time to get proper documentation and a professional, since the smell had not diminished.

Kat was told by the gas man that gas was shooting out, and he's seen fires breakout from similar.. so we had to get Out.

Which led to us being homeless and having to sleep in the car and soon after, we were fortunately able to stay at Kat's parents house though they do not have space for us, keeping us and our cats in her nephew's small cramped room, with Kat sleeping on a broken bed that is messing with her scoliosis, and me havung to sleep on the floor for over a month now really taking a toll on me. And our cats have been under constant stress, making them require more care and expense.

This whole thing has made me lose my job, has been traumatic for us both, and lose easily over $2,500 into cost of the apartment and our repairs alone, and $250 on an attourney that did not try to help much but was able to get us out of the lease. On top of kat recently being wrongfully stopped by a cop for a made up reason, giving her a $135 ticket, along with having to take a 5 week un paid leave of absence to be able to help deal with our situation. And we can no longer put off car repairs, we have put off this whole year since it sputters most of the time instead of starting now along with other concerning issues.

We have currently been trying to find better jobs and a place to live, though due to the unstable living situation and and loss of income it has been more difficult to find a place.

So, any mutua*aid if you have the means and any reblogs would really help and be appreciated a ton

[thiccsys]

can u dump random error facts.. maybe..

FACTS?? cracks my little knuckles

TW FOR SUICIDE MENTION!

okay. im gonna go off memory. so if i get anything wrong someone correct me.

- Error’s glasses have been around since Aftertale! Geno got them from Alphys with the wrong prescription. Because Geno is.. well, himself, he decided that the shitty prescription was “good enough” and rolled with it.

- Error is nearsighted. In the askerror comic Swap paps is seen standing far away. He is blurry. The closer he got to Error, the clearer his image became

- Error’s REAL name is Gaylord Scooter Brighton (im not making this up)

- Contrary to popular belief, Error can feel guilt. Guilt is hinted at in CQ’s summary of what could’ve been (a completed Error comic much like Aftertale).

- Error Papyrus and Error Undyne are canonical characters within his story. I, however, don’t enjoy them as much as I enjoy Error himself, so they’re irrelevant to me

- Errors are literally some sort of species. Error isn’t the only one (Circuit, Proferror, the ones mentioned above, Blueberror). My memory might be failing me but I remember hearing that an Error’s “last thought” before becoming corrupted is very important. Why? I forgot. Is this actually true? I forgot, but i cant be bothered to check

- Error IS suicidal. After destroying all fhe AUs, he will kill himself. In addition, Error would kill himself if he ever became mentally sane enough to understand how hypocritical he is.

- Error has a sensitivity to Papyrus. He doesn’t like being asked about him, or “his brother.” In addition, he struggles to kill them, shown in the AskError comic as well. Geno’s still in there and it’s sooo so amazing to think about

- Error’s very insecure. Although the idea of him being this slay girlypop feather boa wearing king is amazing, he could never. I remember seeing a comic where he indirectly says he dislikes himself. Which makes sense— his narcissistic characteristics definitely stem from insecurity. “i feel like i’m the worst so i’ll act like im the best” mentality (we genuinely relate too much to this).

- Error canonically has five blue tongues

- Error’s glitches temporarily blind him at random. Yes, it happens when he is agitated or upset, but it also comes and goes as it pleases.

- Error’s glitches are painful. Crashes are painful. The scene of him first pulling strings from his sockets was likely EXTREMELY agonizing (i’m pretty sure he said it hurt himself while showing it all to blue).

- Error’s portals do seem to have some sort of replay ability. After all, how else could he have shown Blue what happened to himself?

- He’s very lonely. He wants friends. Living friends.

- CQ stated that Error is INTENTIONALLY made to make no sense. His character doesn’t make sense to you? Good! That’s the point! He’s an enigma that doesn’t even understand himself.

- Error can see and read code as if he were looking at a computer screen. He likes picking through the code of an AU before he destroys it

- Error loves Outertale and Undernovela. He will never finish his little job.

okay thats all i remember ty for asking :3

[cure-typhoon]

please please please talk more about the beta troll’s friendship 🙏

You have summoned me in my favorite subject: 🎉🎉🎉🎉 FRIENDSHIP!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 Take a sit because this is going to be long, so long i may end up dividing into different posts!

Okey so sadly we don't have a lot of info of the full group dynamic besides some clues and what we know is them literally at their worst thinking they we're going to die in a meteor,after a full one month campaign in the game they had won yet was taken from them being chased by an undefeatable enemy that destroyed their planets and probably their lusus too. And at the end three of them going on a rampage and killing the rest of the team

So not the most reliable info of how their normal dynamic as a friendgroup would be, but tbh it could never be "healthy friendgroup" in a human sense because, well, they live in Alternia.

But even in hell, the flower of friendship can blossom, so lets talk about the fucked up friendship between these kids:

We know little about how their friendship started, contrary with the Beta Kids that we know because of June's birthday presente for Jade arriving in the past to young Jade with her pesterchum and her probably looking at the clouds in Prospit and seeing there the pesterchum of Rose and Dave following suit

Because the Beta Trolls are a much bigger group and we dont really know if they actually celebrate their wriggling days, as none of the trolls mentioned it but it could also be in part because of Karkat's disdain for the celebration or them maybe not knowing because he is a very private kid after all

Maybe Kanaya was the first troll that befriended all of them, like Jade was and both of them being the assigned Space player of their group and the first ones to wake in Prospit, but i also doubt that considered she didnt went through the birthday gift shenanigan that young Jade went through

So what most likely happened: The trolls who we're closest to eachother (Equius and Vriska, Eridan and Feferi, Aradia and Tavros, Terezi and Vriska* (not totally sure about that one) and maybe Sollux and Aradia/Feferi) befriended eachother first and meet the rest (Karkat, Nepeta, Gamzee, Kanaya) online and just shared their info between eachother.

I honestly wonder who thought of the idea of all sharing their Trollian between eachother, maybe Feferi? maybe it just happened overtime? but what matters right now is the

F R I E N D S H I P

So today we will talk about the underrated friendships between the group

Starting with Aradia and Tavros! Both members of Team Charge, i see very few people talk about them as friends even though they were obviously very close considering they we're part of a Flarp campaign together.

Both seem to match pretty well personality wise, both adventurous and wanting to have fun in the game, Aradia knows that Tavros picked a hard class for himself yet she still encourages him and tries to cheer him on and advice him in the case of Vriska trying to get under his skin.

When Vriska starts to surrond him, she tries to communicate with her first, but sadly she and terezi where distracted by Doc Scratch, so he gets paralized

Side note: After Aradia and Terezi, his third option for asking for help is Karkat, which is...interesting, they dont talk a lot but when they do its Tavros trying to get advice/help from him (2 out of 3 convos), so either Karkat and Tavros have more convos besides the ones showed (very likely) or Karkat just having a reputation of helping with issues that he is the first one who comes to Tavros's mind

also Karkat calling him bro is so fucking funny cdbhd, idk if its sarcasm or if its genuine like with Eridan but he seems worried for a little before going on a rant about how stupid this is, only to come back trying to advice him to do this in private (also he winks at him as GTavrossprite but thats smt for the Tavkat shippers)

Anyway, back to Aradia, after her death we dont know about their relationship that much, we know that the whole reason that this whole revenge cycle was because Aradia wanted to avenge Tavros

But after her death, we don't know if they talk or if Tavros even knows she is dead, as it was mostly secret that only Sollux, Vriska, Terezi and Equius seem to know,

What we know is that Aradia keeps Tavros close to her heart, as the only reason she didnt straight up kill Vriska is

Because he was there to see it

And thats all the info we have of their relationship while Aradia was a robot, is more than likely Tavros confronted Vriska (besides creating Bec Noir) because Aradiabot had just exploded and he was blaming her for that too (especulation)

Their post-death/revival shows them having the same relationship pre-aradia's death, after they find eachother in the afterlife

Theyre big pals :)

Staying with Tavros, another friendship people dont seem to talk a lot about is Kanaya and Tavros, which tbh, we dont have a conversation on screen between them, but we know they talk and Kanaya tries to mediate to help him when Vriska is bullying him

And also, even after she cut Vriska out because of the whole ''Having a crush on her but finding out she has a crush on Tavros'' (probably because she was sulking) she seems to have a fine relationship with Tavros, as she made a Tinkerbull plushie for him

To other friendships, Kanaya and Feferi! Another group of trolls with very few coversations, but we can easily tell in those that they cared for eachother

They have a lot in common, being of the few trolls who woked up in their moons before the game, having a huge responsability as their lusus can either kill or revive their entire civilization, being in a unhappy moiralliagance (with their cases kinda mirroring eachother, with Feferi not wanting to be in any quadrants while Eridan wants to change them, while Kanaya wants to change quadrants while Vriska seems to be fine with where they are) and knowing their lusus were going to die when they were 13

Feferi and Kanaya seem to have very a similar relationship as Karkat and Eridan, where they advise eachother about their moirals + possible romantic relationships. And their very contrasting personalities helps them balance eachother out

Feferi is even comfortable enough to invite Kanaya to the horn pile and knowing Kanaya's expressions enough to guess that she is nervous about coming off as meddling with them

After Feferi gets killed off, Kanaya is already ready to attack, only waiting to see what Eridan is planning to do, attack her first or trying to escape

If it weren't for Kanaya distracting herself with the matriorb, and Eridan inmediately picking on this opportunity

To piss her off enough to set her off and attack him first

So she is an easier target that he can kill her off without a fight

Speaking about this two, next time we will to talk about the complicated (annoying) friendship between these two, why next time? because this post is already getting to fucking long!

Come here for Part 2 -> Here! (when its done this will get updated with a link lol)

[loveandmurders]

Hello!! This is one of my first time requesting so forgive me if it’s a little confusing. Could you write something with Thomas Hewitt where his SO has a size kink but cause they’re like insecure about their like medium height (around 5’5) they think they’re too big and tommy comforts them? (Nfsw or fluff) :)

Thank you so much you make such wonderful stuff so I had to ask <33

Hey love, here you finally are! I'm so happy I've done your first request, and I hope you will enjoy it very much <3

BIG, BIG BOY

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: no proof reading, mention of cannibalism/killing/violence, very insecure reader, kink size, NSFW ending (reader receiving)

You were helping the Hewitt family by taking care of the gas station with Mama. They were trusting you enough to leave you there and you had to admit you were quite enjoying yourself. It was nice to talk to people and to lead them right into a death trap. You were always letting know Hoyt or Tommy when you were spotting the perfect group of tourists who could die and be served for dinner. 

You felt useful and you liked how Luda Mae was praising you once you were back home with her, telling you you had done so well, and that the family was so happy to have you. Hoyt always rolled his eyes at that, and Tommy would shyly kiss the top of your head in silent pride. He loved how you seemed to fit so perfectly in his family, no matter how dark the situation was. You didn’t seem to mind the killing at all and it was a relief because he wouldn’t know how to live without you by his side. You were his little ray of sunshine, and you made it so much easier for him to get up every morning and to do his duty. He wasn’t just killing for his family now, it was also to feed you. And he was more than eager to take care of you, like a good partner.

The only thing you both hated with the way things were, was you often spent your day apart from each other. He was at home, in the basement, or at the meat factory while you were at the gas station, or sometimes doing chores in the rest of the house. You could only be together at night or in the early morning.

Today was a little bit different because Thomas was at the gas station too. He was putting away some of the meat in there so the tourists could buy some if they wanted to. And he was also carrying big boxes of goods. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching him doing so. The way his muscles were flexing, the way he was so easily carrying things away, the way he was so focused on what he was doing… God, you were getting horny just by staring at him. After a little while, he felt your eyes on him and he came closer to you, thinking you might be wanting to ask him something. You looked up at him. You couldn’t get any hotter now he was so close to you. So tall next to you.

You had always found Thomas very attractive, and the size difference was definitely killing you. You had always had a thing for tall men, and Tommy wasn’t just tall, he was big and strong. You would have let him take you right on the counter if he had wanted. This was so unfair to be so hot, and you promised yourself to have some funny business in bed right after dinner tonight. You wanted him so badly.

You noticed he was getting very confused as he gently cupped your face to get your attention and you shyly giggled. You were often staring at him - it wasn’t your fault if the man was the most attractive thing on this whole planet and that he was all yours, right? - and he never really understood why. He clearly didn’t see him as attractive, especially because of his face and of the way people always treated him.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to disturb you in your work” you smiled and he softly shook his head “You’re so disturbing mine though” you giggled and he frowned at that. You took his hand and gently kissed the back of it to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong, on the contrary “You’re really nice to look at, you know. It’s hard to stay focused on my work when you’re in my field of vision, that’s all” you winked and you could imagine him blushing under his mask as he looked away. He couldn’t understand how such a pretty and cute thing like you could enjoy him that much. But he was not complaining. “Are you thirsty? I can find you something” you offered, always eager to take care of him as good as he was taking care of you, but he shook his head. He really needed to get back to work and to be as soon as possible at the meat factory.

It was a pity because you would have enjoyed observing him the whole day. You pouted up at him and kept his hand in yours a little longer. Mama was outside, talking with a few tourists and the station was all empty. You just wanted to enjoy a little more of his presence while you could. Tommy really couldn't say no to you so he stayed there, gently stroking your fingers, while you were enjoying the view.

“Am I too clingy?” you asked, just to make sure you weren’t annoying your gentle giant but he was quick to shake his head once again and to use his free hand to cup your face once more. He leaned closer so your foreheads could rest against each other. He never had that kind of attention in his life before you, and he was loving every second of it. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and he would never push you away.

When Mama came back inside, she asked Thomas to quickly finish his job so he could go help Hoyt at the meat factory. You both reluctantly let go of each other. Luda Mae gently told you that you shouldn’t distract Tommy from his work and you apologised. And later in the day, as Hoyt came by, he also blamed you for Thomas being late and other kinds of things.

You hated how your insecurities so easily woke up. Just those few words and you felt pretty stupid. Of course the family needed your big boy, and you should have known better. Family was going first and you couldn’t be selfish. And once you were starting to listen to those mean voices inside your head, you couldn’t make them shut up. They reminded you how ugly, fat, idiot, boring and pathetic you were. They reminded you that the man was probably getting tired of you and he would very soon get rid of you. They reminded you that you didn’t deserve the kind of happiness you had with him because you were worthless. You were so small compared to Thomas, you clearly didn’t have enough to give him.

Because the gas station stayed pretty empty all day, you had nothing to distract yourself from the terrible words eating you alive from the inside. You hated yourself when you were letting insecurities hurt you that way, and it was only fueling the voices. You couldn’t wait to go home and to bed, hopefully with your gentle giant by your side.

Tommy noticed how silent you were at dinner. At first he thought you might be just a little bit tired. However he was almost certain there was something else. He couldn’t wait to have you all to himself in your shared bedroom. And he promised he would make things better, or he wouldn’t forgive himself for being a bad partner to you.

He helped you with the dishes, before guiding you upstairs. You watched his strong figure and you shivered in desire. At the same time, the mean little voices started to rise again and it forced you to look away from him. How could you deserve him when you were who you were? You weren’t enough. You never had been, and there was no way you would ever be.

You closed the door behind the two of you and he locked it up. He didn’t want anyone to disturb the two of you. He had wanted you so badly earlier and he still did. He needed to feel your skin against his, he needed to make you happy. He cupped your face with both his hands and gently pressed you against the door. You whimpered. You had to tiptoe to try and reach for his lips, and despite that, you were still too short to do so. You pouted. You wrapped your arms around his neck and then you softly jumped to wrap your legs around his waist. He very easily grabbed your thighs to support you.

“Can I?” you whispered as you reached for his mask. You always asked permission before removing it. And he always had a moment of hesitation before answering. No matter how many times you saw his face, he couldn’t suppress the fear that one day you would find him disgusting and repulsive.

He finally nodded and you smiled as you carefully removed the piece of leather from his face. You happily hummed, stroking his cheek before leaning for a kiss. It felt so good to be in his arms, to taste his lips, to be alone with him.

However the nagging voices inside your head were preventing you from fully enjoying the moment. You could feel how hard Tommy was getting against your crotch and you didn’t want to ruin the moment. But you had to ask.

“Hey, baby” you softly whispered and he hummed to let you know he was listening to you and you could keep talking to him. “Am I… good enough?” you heard yourself saying and you cringed so hard. You really were so pathetic. “I mean I know I’m not the prettiest and I’m quite fat and short, and I’m not the smartest either but…” you continued before biting your lips to stop talking. You didn’t even dare looking at Thomas anymore. Fuck you really ruined the mood now.

Thomas was completely lost. He softly let you get back on your feet and you tried to not start crying, because you just wanted to be in his arms. He cupped your chin to make him look at him before signing:

What?

There was no other word that came into his mind. He just couldn’t understand how his perfect little darling could think such a thing about themselves. He frowned when you looked away in shame. No, no, no. He knew what it was to be insecure about himself, and he would not allow you to feel the same. You were perfect! How could you not see it?

Would you undress yourself for me, please?

You almost thought you didn’t understand his gestures correctly.

“Why?” you asked

Because I want you to know how I see you. He explained and you nodded at that. You trusted the man more than anything.

“Alright, but help me. I want to feel your hands on me. I’ve wanted you the whole day” you whined and he gently smiled at you.

He wouldn’t deny you. He came closer again and he started to help you get rid of your clothes. He took his time so you could enjoy the warmth of his skin on yours. Goosebumps were spreading all over your body.

Once you were naked, he took your hand to guide you toward the only mirror of the room. It was settled on the wardrobe and was allowing you to see yourself from head to toe. Thomas was behind you and both his hands were gently stroking your sides. You watched his movement in the mirror and you tried to not think of how hot the situation was, softly shivering under his touch.

I’m going to touch all my favourite parts of you. He signed as you kept watching him in the mirror and you nodded. 

You felt a little bit worried despite the strong desire you felt. 

He turned you around to kiss you and to stroke your face with so much love and tenderness. You felt yourself relaxing a little under his attention. After a few kisses on your lips, forehead, cheeks and down your neck, he put you back fully in front of the mirror. He caressed your shoulders and your arms before taking your hands in his. He hugged you from behind for a little while until he felt you fully leaning against his chest. Then his fingers moved up your arms again and his hands went on your chest and belly and sides. He was always a little bit shy when it was about touching you, even in bed or under the shower. He really was afraid to make you feel uncomfortable and sexuality was something he learnt with you. But the way you were all against his chest and waiting to be shown how much he loved your body was making him bolder. He caressed your skin for a long time, showing you he loved every part of you. He wasn’t too good with words and he didn’t want to say something wrong, so he had thought that using his big hands would be a good plan. He nuzzled into your neck as his fingers traced down from your sides to your butt before going to the lower part of your belly.

His soft caresses had first allowed you to relax and to feel loved. Your mind had focused on the touch so you had been able to quieten down the voices. But now, his fingers were driving you wild. It felt like a fire was consuming the skin he was stroking. In the mirror, you could so easily see how big the man was compared to you too. Taller. Broader. Stronger. You badly needed him.

He was about to kneel down and gently caress and kiss your legs but you brought his right hand on your sex. God, his calloused fingers were going to drive you insane. You let your head go down on his torso as you watched yourself. You could see how your own eyes had darkened with lust and you opened your legs a little wider.

“Please, Tommy” you begged “I really need you” you whispered.

As always, the man couldn’t deny you. Your hand was still on top of his and he let you control the pace and the gesture you needed to get some sexual relief. You never stopped watching yourself. The sight was only adding to your desire. And it seemed it was the same for Thomas. His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him, and his member was getting even harder against your back. The fact that the situation was also making him horny made you feel better about yourself.

“You like my body then?” you asked in between moans of pleasure and he quickly nodded before kissing the top of your head. “I’m not too small or too big for you?” you insisted and it made him pause in the pleasure he was giving you. You whined and grinded against his fingers. Your sex was way too tingly to stand this. He quickened the pace as a way to apologise as he softly groaned into your ear in a way to ask you to stop thinking such things about yourself. With his free hand, he signed Perfect and it made you smile.

“You think I’m perfect?” you hummed and he nodded again “Well I think you’re perfect too. You’re so hot, Tommy, I swear it should be illegal” you babbled as pleasure always made you talk so easily. Not that Thomas minded; he loved to hear praises falling from your lips when he was doing a good job with you.

He continued to play with you in front of your image in the mirror until you came all over your legs and his fingers. You softly panted and rested against his chest a little longer before turning around and hiding your face against him. You closed your eyes. You heard Tommy sucking on his fingers, because he couldn’t let your juices go to waste, before tightly hugging you. You looked up at him.

“Do you need help with anything, big boy?” you asked with a little mischievous smile, feeling so much better now.

And once again, Thomas eagerly nodded at you

[anatay004]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ | ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

After your betrothed to Jacaerys, there’s still some enmity that lingers between you and him. But now, things are starting to dissipate as the days rush and the wedding gets closer.

warnings: Targaryen incest.

chapter 3 now up:

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ

ᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ?

YOU COULDN'T SLEEP that night. The remnants of the previous events and the announcement of your betrothal to Jacaerys Velaryon kept you wide awake. After tossing and turning, you eventually pushed up onto your elbow and blearily blinked, looking around your chamber with utter fatigue.

"This is ridiculous," you mumbled to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. It wasn't in your nature to feel so uneasy by things like these, and yet, you couldn't help it.

The thoughts of being tethered to Jacaerys forever retaliated worry in the pit of your stomach. Despite the years, you knew he still hated your guts, your character, everything in general that made you– well, you. Somehow, you could not imagine a more detestable faith than the one you were given, although, he wasn't as bad as you once imagined him to be.

On the contrary, he was almost nice to look at.

You fumbled with your fingers at the thought of the brown strands of hair that pricked just below his ears. At the infuriating grin that curved his lips and the soft color of his eyes that curiously lit when he looked at you.

Stop that, you thought.

"Idiot," you eventually mumbled, tossing the sheets aside to climb out of bed. After a few minutes, you decided to step out of your chamber and walk down the corridors of the castle to clear your head a little. You hated feeling this way, it just wasn't like you to stay up at night with lingering thoughts.

And yet, there you were walking alone.

"Did you lose some sleep over me?"

Or so you thought.

Faltering on your spot, you felt the sudden wave of sheepishness rolling over your skin again. But you took in a deep breath and turned to face him with an unfazed demeanor. "You would love that, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't mind," Jace admitted, taking a few deliberate steps closer to dissipate the distance between you. Abandoning your thoughts for a minute, you stood tall to meet his height – but your head barely brushed his chin, and he chuckled at the height difference.

"What do you want?"

"I'm just enjoying my future wife's company, that's all." His lips itched at his last words, and it made you wonder if he was teasing you, in which case – it was rather annoying.

"Why did you agree to the arrangement of this marriage? Was it to get back at me?"

His eyebrows jumped. "Me? I had no saying in this, trust me. I would much rather marry your brother Aemond than share a bed with you and your hundreds of diamond necklaces."

There it was.

The thinly-veiled insinuation of you being a whore. The truth was, it never bothered you before, his words were never something that touched your heart, but that night, something shifted and it made your blood boil.

So, you clenched your jaw and made to walk away, but he was quick to latch his fingers onto your wrist to pull you back in. But this time, you could smell the citrus aroma that lingered on his neck, and up close, you could see the bits of brown that seeped into his irises so gently, and – just like that, you suddenly realized a short step would sufficed to close the distance between your lips and his.

You swallowed hard.

Subconsciously, he looked down at your lips. "I wonder, when the day of our wedding comes, how many lords will I have to kill? When they realize they can't have you anymore?"

A chill kissed down your spine, the low tone of his voice caught you off guard. It was menacing and teasing and honest all at the same time – it almost made you exhale a shaky breath. But then, you noticed the way his muscles wracked with tension when your hip accidentally pressed against his lower stomach, and something suddenly clicked in your head.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," you suddenly dropped your voice into susurrus, leveling your vision to look at him squarely in the face before warmly breathing out. "After all, I doubt you have the things I love to go after."

If looks could have killed, you would have been three feet underground in that moment. There was a fuming tick in his jaw that made you grin, but before you could fall back a step, he tightened his grip around your wrist and pulled you closer. His lips brushed against the corner of your mouth, a feather-like touch that made you freeze as he suddenly challenged. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

And then he placed a fleeting kiss on your cheek, but as if you had suddenly been an open flame, he let go quickly of your touch and spun on his heel to walk away from you.

With that, he disappeared in the shadows and left you alone in the middle of the corridor.

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Before dawn, you were wakened up by your handmaiden. After last night's announcement, you were to travel back to Dragonstone with Jacaerys and your sister Rhaenyra but not before biding your brothers a farewell.

"I can't believe you are to marry a bastard," Aegon deadpanned, but when your face fell and your arms dropped from his waist, he tightened his grip on you and lowly whispered, "Fine, I suppose I apologize for that."

"Don't, it's only the truth," Aemond soon interjected, but despite his harsh words and your uncomfortable shift, he embraced you into a warm hug. "Don't ever forget where you truly are from, dear sister, we certainly will not."

Careful not to ruin the moment, you stepped back and gave them a faint smile. "Despite your stupidity, I must admit I will miss you both."

Aemond scuffed but nodded. "As will I."

"I suppose you will send letters, will you not?"

"I will," You clarified, stifling a smile that fought to curve the corners of your lips. Despite your brothers' words and idiotic actions, it was evident they both loved you as who you were. "After all, I wasn't able to give a farewell to our father. I will most likely write within a few hours to hear from him, I feel a bit concerned."

After that, you eventually walked away to meet with your betrothed. He was waiting for you with Rhaenyra, but he was adamant in dismissing your presence for some reason. After last night, you supposed things would have softened a bit, after all – he was the one that kissed you, but you were far from right.

After the tension ensued in the atmosphere, your sister decided to finally break the silence. "It has been some time since you and I have shared the same roof over our heads, sister. I'm truly honored to have you by our side again." 

"Of course," you answered, and reached for her hand, to which she gladly squeezed.

"We will fly on dragon back to Dragonstone, I suppose you know how to ride, princess?" Jacaerys questioned, but he didn't bother to spare a glance in your direction as he maneuvered his way toward his dragon.

Of course, you knew.

And he knew it.

"What makes you think I don't?" You bitterly questioned, but he didn't design to answer, and, somehow, that made you bite back your tongue lividly. You were starting to detest the way he was waving you off, it was almost indignant and irritating at the same time.

So, when Sir. Criston Cole's figure suddenly stumbled into the corner of your eye, a mischievous smile itched your lips.

Your dragon was waiting for you, his chest was pressed against the ground as he watched you make your way towards him. So, when it was time to climb onto his back, you turned towards Sir. Criston Cole with alluring eyes that made him walk towards you at once.

"Allow me, princess – "

" – Oh, that won't be necessary, Sir. Criston," Jacaerys voice suddenly pressed behind your ears, and before you could react, he placed his hands around your hips and lift you into the air without a warning. "I got my betrothed."

Throwing him a glare, you eventually came back to reality and reached the sidesaddle, but not before his fingers squeezed your hips and you almost lost your footing on the climb. After that, you threw Sir. Criston Cole an apologetic look and he gladly accepted it with a nod.

"Farewell, princess." He called you.

"Thank – "

" – we are to leave now," Jacaerys interjected.

And with that, you departed King's Landing rather annoyed.

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After the tedious journey and the previous lack of sleep, you arrived at Dragonstone with tremendous fatigue that made you apologize and dismiss yourself to your chamber. The room was nice and fit to your standards, so it took you no time to fall asleep at once.

Unfortunately, the peace that blessed your dreams was soon annihilated when the loud knocking on your door jolted you awake. You cursed under your breath, the lack of sleep made you climb out of bed with a menacing look on your face as you parted the door.

"Not you again – "

" – Yes, your future husband."

" - Can you stop calling yourself that – " but the words faded in between the sudden yawns that made your nose wrinkle up tiredly. Subconsciously, Jacaerys smiled at the fleeting innocent facade that flashed across your features without you even realizing it.

"Oh, did I disturb your sweet dreams, love?" The feigned tone of innocence in his voice made you glare at him, but the drowsiness inside your flesh and muscles made you dismiss him almost immediately. You began to slowly trace your steps back to your bed, but your vision suddenly turned bleary and you stumbled forward.

Jace was quick to race towards your frame, within a split second, he slid one arm behind your waist and the other behind your knees to lift your body and carry you towards the bed with an evident groan of annoyance.

"Fuck, why are you so heavy?" He tried to deadpan, but when there was no answer and your face suddenly buried into his neck, he began to grow anxious. "Are you alright?"

"Shut up." You mumbled, as the bed deepened with the weight of both of your bodies.

"Perhaps, Sir. Criston should be accommodating you and not me, don't you think?" He suddenly uttered, withdrawing his arm back to move a little further away, as if suddenly realizing you were both laying in bed together, but your hand latched onto his sleeve.

Absently minded, you pulled him back towards your side with a low whisper. "Perhaps."

Relishing the sudden gesture, he stifled a faint smile as he slide his arm around you, but this time, your face relaxed under his touch.

You were almost asleep when he finally decided to drop his gaze and look down at you. Your snow-white hair was matted and splayed against his arm, it contrasted so preciously against your face as if it was almost made for you and just you.

Your body was curled to his side, hands resting underneath your chin like a small child. Your eyes were closed, your long eyelashes brushed against your cheekbones as your chest rose and fell with even breaths. And his fingers suddenly itched to touch your face, to trace with the pad of his fingers all your dainty features that he so often detested – because they weren't his.

God, did he hate the thought of that?

But it was true.

He hated how all eyes were on you.

He hated how many suitors were at your feet.

He hated not having you to himself.

But, of course, he would much rather die than admit it out to the wind. So, when he was certain you were sleeping, he pulled away from your touch and made his way out without a word as if almost running away from you.

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Wearing their clothes (maknae line)

Shen Ricky, Kim Gyuvin, Park Gunwook, Han Yujin

Genre: fluffy fluff

Warning: none

Word count: 1.1 K

Author's note: Here's part 2 hope you enjoy it <3

Hyung line

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How would your amazing boyfriend possibly react when he sees their partner wearing his clothes?

Ricky

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Another day with ricky another day were you were being spoiled by your boyfriend. He specially loved to invite you to dinner dates, seeing you all dressed up for him made his heart race, you looked like a beautiful doll, and he couldn't believe you were his.

You were coming back from a new restaurant near your house so you went there walking and you were returning like that as well. However, it was now much colder than it was before, so you were fighting against the freezing wind.

Luckily for you, ricky noticed this and offered you his jacket, saying that he is felt hot (he was obviously lying).

As you got home you plopped yourself on the sofa still with the jacket on and without the intention of taking it off at all.

"I see you like my jacket babe"

"Yeah, it's really comfy"

He laughed at your slightly tipsy tone, the champagne you had drank making a little bit of effect.

"I'll get you one so we can match"

You looked at him panicking.

"Noooo, I want yours"

"Why?"he asked smirking curiously

"Cause it smells like youuuu"

That made his smirk disappear completely and be replaced with a shy little smile, his cheeks turning red as well.

The way you literally had his heart and whole being at your mercy was driving him completely crazy. He wrapped his arms around your waist and carried you to your shared room.

"You don't know how much I love you babe"

"Mhmm love you too"you said after kissing his cheek

"Alright, let's get you to bed"

Gyuvin

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After lots of bickering from your tall ass and lazy baby you finally got him to go out with you to the cinema as a movie you had been waiting for had came out recently, and there was no way you weren't going.

So you decided to bring gyuvin with you to watch it together.

You got to the venue were the cinema was located at and now was waiting for him to not be late or else you would kill him because you really wanted to see that film.

You had picked your outfit really blindly without paying that much attention, so you grabbed a hoodie that was laying on your chair.

You recognised it as one of gyuvin's hoodies, actually one of his most used ones. But that wouldn't stop you from using. On the contrary, that impulsed you to wear it even more.

Ten minutes before the movie started you finally watched him running towards you at full speed because he obviously was late.

"I'm so sorry baby I lost track of time, let's get going"

You nodded and grabbed his hand pulling him inside the place.

The movie finished and you got out quite happy with the end of the plot and so did gyu.

But suddenly your boyfriend looked at you with a shocked expression.

"Hey, that's my hoodie, give it back!"

"But I'm your partner gyu, you should give it to me"

"No it's mine, you hoodie stealer"he said tickling playfully your side to make you break

"Nooooo"you started bickering back

But all jokes aside (we know how playful he can be) he actually lived for that sight before him, he felt enchanted by you and wanted to keep this beautiful memory forever.

Gunwook

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It had been a long and hard week of school and the least you wanted to do at the moment was to go outside. But you had already made the promise to gunwook to have a stroll at the park and you didn't want to make your pookie sad.

So that's were you were right now, resting a bit on a little bench to see families with their children and people with their beloved pets.

"The weather's nice huh?"he said

"I wouldn't talk too early pookie, it can change at any moment"

And just as you predicted the air suddenly became colder making you shiver from its spontaneity, hugging yourself in the process.

"See I told you to watch your words wookie!"you playfully hit him

You kept hugging yourself not expecting gunwook to notice, so it came as a surprise when he suddenly stopped walking and asked you about it.

"Are you cold baby?"

"Oh, yeah a little bit"you responded giggling at his shocked face

"And where's your jacket?"

"I might have left it in class"

At this he instantly took off his own jacket and helped you put it on, folding the sleeves so it didn't cover you entirely.

"Thanks wookie"you said smiling at him

His immediate response was to grab your cheeks and squish them lovingly looking at you with heart eyes.

"Are you always this cute?"

"No, only for you"

That was it, he couldn't stand how cute you were, how everyone could see this side of you and only him.

"I'm tired let's head to your house and cuddle"

Yujin

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On a random and boring day of summer you and yujin were lazily laying on his bed without anything to do other than show each other memes that were on your phones. But nothing that interesting to be honest.

And you were starting to get quite irritated from not doing anything productive in itself, it was such a waste of your time and your holidays.

However, you just got the best idea ever, you'd be trying some clothes from yujin knowing damn well that, despite his soft and delicate looks was a tough and muscular figure.

At last, curiosity got the best of you,so while he was distracted enough you went through his closet in search of something to try on, and as you got back with something good you picked his interest turning all his attention on you.

"What are you doing y/nnie?"

"Got bored so I'm trying your clothes, do I look like you?"you asked posing like you were on a runway show

"Pffff, not at all, you look tiny. You are so small"he said laughing

"Not my problem you are an early developed teen!"you shot back sticking your tongue out.

You knew he was teasing you, of course you knew it. But looking at how red his ears had turned you figured out he thought the opposite of what he actually said.

And you were right, the way he blushed as he saw how his hoodie was draping down to your knees made his mind go crazy.

But what can we say? Young kids in love <3

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AAAANNNNND another one:

Omi begs MC to let him help her whenever she goes out to slay poachers, ect. She never wanted him to get hurt, so she has always said no. After Omi starts giving her the could shoulder over it, she can't take it anymore, and she allows him to come along.

They bit off more than they could chew, however, and the last living poacher casts Imperio on MC and commands her to kill Ominis. (Poacher's injuries are too great to do anything else. Also just wants to make her suffer by forcing her to slay her friend)

She tries to summon the will to fight it, but it's not working, despite Ominis yelling at her, trying to snap her out of it. She disarms Omi and starts walking towards him. Nothing works until he pulls her into a kiss. It jars her enough that she breaks free from it and kills the poacher C:

bada-bing bada-boom. Happy ending <3

A/N: Finally getting through more asks, sorry for the delay 🥴 This was such a cute idea, ty for the request!! 💕

Kisses Against the Dark Arts

f!MC x Ominis Gaunt - Fluff - 2k words

Tags: Minor Descriptions of Violence, Use of Imperius, Crime Fighting Besties, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Banter

Summary: After dismantling a poacher camp goes astray, Ominis resorts to more unconventional means to free his friend from a dark curse.

“Are we almost there?”

“That’s the eighth time in the last half hour,” she huffs. “Ask me one more time and I’ll leave you to the Dugbogs.”

“Oh, excuse me for being concerned,” Ominis raises his hands defensively. “We’re already breaking curfew, we really shouldn’t stay out too long.”

She turns to blink at him. “You’re tagging along to destroy poacher camps with me and your concern is that we’re…breaking curfew.”

“Well, yes, it’s a perfectly valid concern,” he scoffs, as if it’s obvious. “Besides, I have a reputation to keep if I want to be made prefect next year.”

She shakes her head, incredulous. “I hate to burst your bubble, Ominis, but I think your reputation’s been sullied enough just by spending time with Sebastian.”

“Actually, I think it’s the contrary,” he retorts, looking smug. “I’m hoping that if Headmaster Black sees that I can successfully rally in the likes of Sebastian, he’ll consider me apt for the position.”

She considers this reasoning for a moment, before turning him with furrowed brows. “Didn’t he unleash a horde of inferi near the outskirts of Hogsmeade just last week? Is that what you call rallying in?”

Ominis looks unfazed, shrugging. “You win some, you lose some. I pick my battles.”

“Well, uh—now would be a good time to pick your battle,” she murmurs as she suddenly gets into a defensive position, wand arm outstretched in front of her. “We’ve got company, twelve o’ clock.”

“Why do you say these things as if I’ll know what you mean—” Ominis interrupts himself with a shriek as a spell just barely misses his head. 

She swiftly casts a few counterattacks while she ducks behind splintered logs and trees, shouting, “Up ahead, Ominis—I mean up ahead! Was the hurtling bombarda enough to solidify your sense of direction?”

Ominis narrowly avoids another incoming hex, a diffindo this time, rolling for cover into some underbrush. “Yes, thank you dearly for your help—you wouldn’t believe the wonders that near-decapitation will do for your spatial awareness!”

She sends a pillar of wooden crates careening through the air towards a trio of poachers, successfully burying them under layers of debris.

Ominis winces from behind her at the very audible sound of bones breaking. “Must you be so violent?”

An archer catches them off-guard from a surrounding tower and Ominis promptly sends a confringo in his direction, toppling the wizard from his perch in a fireball of flames.

“I hate to be that person, but I think that was arguably a bit more violent,” she murmurs, looking increasingly amused.

“Oh, quiet,” he scolds. “Minor lapse in judgment in the heat of the moment.” 

“Did Ominis Gaunt just make a pun?” she shouts over a chain of stupefies and expelliarmus, amusement and incredulity seeping through her tone.

He rolls his eyes. “It was not a pun, that would be terribly inappropriate.”

Even with a fair amount of banter to slow them down, working together they manage to eviscerate every last poacher with ease, and in record time. They free all of the captured animals with a few alohomoras, and she watches with satisfaction as they prance gratefully back into the forest.

Wiping off the soot on her cheeks from an awry confringo, she walks over to check up on Ominis leaning against a large oak tree, trying to catch his breath, doubled over with his hands on his knees. 

“That was…”

“Surprisingly smooth, right?” she beams. “I have to admit, I’m impressed. I thought I’d be casting a few limb reattachment spells by now, but you actually held your own.”

Ominis looks visibly unamused. “Well, you’re going to be casting a scourgify pretty soon…Gods, I’m going to be sick. Is it normal to smell so heavily of charred flesh?”

“All in a day’s work, my friend,” she pats his back a bit too harshly and he dry heaves over the grass. “Though, to be fair, I wasn’t the one going crazy on the fire spells.”

“They’re effective!”

“Effective at making human barbecue, sure,” she snorts.

He groans. “Dear Salazar, let’s just get out of here before I lose my dinner.”

She finally concedes, picking up her rucksack and slinging it over her shoulder when a jet of white light hits her from behind, nearly toppling her over from the full force of the spell that hits her square in the back.

All Ominis can hear is the Imperius incantation sounding in his ears from behind them, and a satisfied snicker from a lone surviving poacher, more than pleased that he hit his mark.

Ominis scrambles for his wand tucked away in his pocket, but the panic coursing through his veins at his friend being struck makes his reflexes unsteady. An expelliarmus knocks his wand out his hand before he can even properly point it towards the aggressor.

“Oh, this should be fun,” a grating voice shouts, and Ominis’ head darts towards the direction of the dark wizard. “Teach you meddling little shits not to poke your snout ‘round where it don’t belong.” 

The wizard directs his attention to where she’s still standing frozen in place, staring blankly ahead, her pupils a hazy white. A cruel sneer stretches across his mouth and he nods his head towards Ominis. “Kill him.” 

She charges for Ominis immediately, forcing the blonde to stumble back, toppling over a tree stump. She looms over him, wand arm outstretched and emotionless eyes staring down at him, before the wizard tsks disapprovingly from behind.

“Stop, stop. Use your hands,” he sighs, almost bored. “I think killing your friend warrants a bit more intimacy, no?” The evil cackle that rises from his throat is enough to make dread shiver down Ominis’ spine. 

Obediently, she discards her wind beside her, landing somewhere out of reach on the grassy field. She lunges for him, pinning him down with her body on his, fingers scrambling to wrap around his throat.

She’s smaller than him, but hours of training in the Undercroft has grown her strength significantly. Ominis finds it a genuine struggle to hold her hands away, her nails digging long, red lines down his arms as she thrashed.

“F-finite incantatem! Finite—oh, dear Merlin,” he attempts to no avail, voice frantic, her name tumbling from his lips in a litany of pleas to get her to snap out of the trance. “It’s me, it’s me, you can break the spell, just concentrate!”

“Uh oh, I don’t think she can hear you.” The poacher sits on a fallen tree trunk watching the entire ordeal, arms crossed lazily over his chest, a sadistic grin pulled at his lips.

Ominis ignores the taunting, using more force against her, collecting both of her hands in one of his while she still claws and writhes above him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Genuine remorse bleeds through Ominis’ voice as he scrambles to push her off him, flipping them over and pinning her wrists to the ground underneath him. “Please.”

The poacher frowns at the sudden change in position, unpleased. “Use the dagger holstered on your hip,” he directs with his wand outstretched to ensure the full-force of the command. “‘Bout time things got more interesting.” 

She unsheathes the dagger in one swift movement, blade pressed against the pale expanse of Ominis’ throat, teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

It’s momentary, fleeting, but just then something flashes in her eyes. A brief flicker in the trance, the slightest stutter in her hand, color seeping through the milky haze of her irises. It’s gone as quickly as it comes, but proves useful anyways. 

Ominis capitalizes on this hesitation to wrap his hand around her wrist and keep her from applying too much pressure. A bead of blood runs down the long length of goblin-wrought steel, Ominis’ throat bobbing against the cold press as he swallows nervously. He winces when she tries to dig the dagger in more, cutting into unmarked skin.

“It’s me, hey, hey, just listen,” he tries to keep his voice steady, calming, but it wavers, his nerves an utter mess. “Your magic’s stronger than his. You can break it. Focus on my voice.”

“Oh, sure, that’ll work.” The poacher snorts, clearly entertained. “Maybe you should kiss her, lover boy, she might just be repulsed enough to snap out of it!” He doubles over laughing and Ominis grits his teeth in frustration. 

The suggestion doesn’t fall on deaf ears, however. 

Maybe he can blame the decision later on sheer desperation, a last ditch-effort to save his skin, pure adrenaline in the moment. Although, he would be lying if he said that was the sole motivation. He surges forward on instinct, lips crashing into hers, maintaining one hand in a vice-like grip around her wrist and the other cupping her cheek so she can’t squirm away from his mouth.

She freezes, eyes blowing wide, lips unmoving against his. The poacher is just as petrified beside them, in shock that Ominis had the gall to actually do it.

Just when he thinks his attempt was unsuccessful, the hand she has wrapped around the dagger goes slack, losing all pressure against his skin. She lets it fall to the grass beside them, blade discarded, before she’s bringing it back up to cup his cheek and pull him in for more.

Ominis feels his entire world tilt, his face heating, his brain too dizzy to procure a single coherent thought. It really is a terrible circumstance to have a world-shattering kiss. 

Thankfully, she’s somehow able to maintain better mental faculties. She outstretches a hand, fingers splayed open, casting a wordless accio for her wand dropped a few meters away from them.

The poacher is staring at them, mouth gaped like a fish, which is exactly how he remains when she sends a petrificus hurtling in his direction, another exhibition of impeccable wordless magic—because she absolutely refuses to remove her lips from his. 

He can feel her smug smirk when it hits the wizard square in the chest, toppling him over like a bag of bricks. He would’ve called her a show-off, if he had even the remotest capacity for words at the moment.

When she finally pulls away, his chest is heaving, a red flush creeping over his skin from under his oxford, over his neck and cheeks. She’s breathless when she finally finds her words, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “That’s…certainly one way to break an Imperius.” 

He lets out an awkward laugh before sheepishly helping her up off the ground, dusting remnants of leaves and dirt off her clothes. He clears his throat, trying to feign an air of indifferent composure. “Are you alright?”

She glances at him sidelong, amused by just how affected he looks. “Not sure,” she smirks. “Might want to kiss me again, just to get rid of any traces of the curse. After all, you can never be too caref—mmph!”

While her intentions were just to tease, she can’t deny the thrill that courses through her when he actually wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Her gasp dies on his lips as he presses his mouth to hers, her fingers curling into his shirt for support when her knees seem on the brink of buckling.

He kisses her hungrily, passionately, as if he wants there to remain no blurred lines between his intentions in kissing her, if the last one has left any room for doubt. This time, she feels her world tilt on its axis, her only grounding point being the protective confines of Ominis’ arms, his solid body pressed against hers.

She realizes she could spend hours like this, and she wonders why for two fearless, poacher-fighting mercenaries, neither of them had mustered the courage to do so sooner. 

“Better?” he finally pulls away, the ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, coated in smug satisfaction to rival even her own.

“I don’t know,” she grins, bringing her arms up to lock behind his neck. “Maybe we should be really, really sure.” 

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Speculation about Mizu's parents pt. 1

I don't like usually posting much online, but I do enjoy this series very much, and I would like to discuss possible directions it could go

I think about this moment a lot

A decent amount, actually

Mizu has had to hide her entire life of being a mixed-race girl for her safety, but there's an implication that it's not just because of that reason alone

There's a big assumption that one of the four white men put the bounty on Mizu, and as terrible as they are, there's reasons they probably aren't the ones that placed the bounty on Mizu. I don't think the four white men really care about any bastards they could have produced; I will explain.

Yes, Fowler neglected his offsprings to the point of starvation, but I don't think he was actively hunting them down, and here are the reasons why:

Fowler doesn't really seem to care to put too much effort into caring if the children he profduced in Japan lived or not. It just seemed more like he didn't want to be bothered with any children he had fathered.

If Fowler really cared about having all his children dead, he wouldn't have let Heiji Shindo give Mizu the option to be a Lord in order to leave Fowler alone in exchange

He just really didn't seem too bothered to deal with the situation. He didn't understand why Mizu went through all the effort to killing him (probably because he's not responsible for the bounty).

Also, Violet is already very much dead. I assume Routley and Skeffington have been away from Japan for a few years now, so why would they still keep the bounty up? It feels like it would be a bit counterproductive.

So why is there a bounty specifically for Mizu?

Is it for the "selling the unwanted daughters of Japan" aspect that Fowler pointed towards Routley and Skeffington of being responsible for? Do they want to sell Mizu abroad for profit? No, I don't think that's the reason.

When Mizu asked the bounty hunters, "Which white devil do you work for?" They respond by saying she's the only white devil they see, and then call to kill her.

When Mizu asked who told them where she was, they responded with "the bounty is a sum few could resist."

This says a lot:

The bounty is for sure specifically for her (a mixed-raced girl with blue eyes)

They're looking to only kill Mizu, as if to erase her from existence

The bounty is a high bounty

And the bounty hunters are probably not being sent by any of the four white men

So, who is responsible for putting a bounty on Mizu's head? Well, I want to dive into Mizu's parentage for this because I don't think any of the four white men are Mizu's father. I don't think her father was white at all.

I think there might be subtle evidence to suggest the contrary; that Mizu's mother was European, while her father was Japanese.

I'll dive into this. Remember the play about the Ronin and the Bride in episode 5?

Remember how people pointed out how both the Ronin and Bride represent Mizu, which I agree with. However, I think they're also supposed to represent her parents, and the child is also supposed to represent Mizu.

Before I keep talking about the Ronin and the Bride, I want to talk about the show's influences. I promise this has a point.

Two of the biggest influences are Kill Bill and Yentl. I'm not gonna get into Yentl too much, I have never seen it. I'm just gonna loosely retell a synopsis I found; Yentl is about a woman who dresses as a male in order to study religious scripture forbidden to women to learn. You can see some of the connections there.

I want to focus on Kill Bill more. Specifically more in pt. 2 as tumblr is only letting me use ten pictures per post.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: 10th story is here as well! Hope u all enjoy it!

Pairings: Shidou Ryusei x Isagi's sister!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

🎄Dec 19th🎄

"This is rediculous. You are worrying too much, Ryusei." (Y/n) said, laughing a little as Shidou fidgeting nervously with his jacket. Contrary to the player's nervous demeanor, the night was rather calm and quiet. It was December after all, and it's always like this during the holiday season.

Most people were at home with their loved ones or were on their way, like it was for (Y/n) and Shidou in this case. The two have been secretly dating for the past 4 years and nobody really knew that. Well, aside from Loki, to who Shidou blurted it out once because the captain wouldn't let him leave earlier during their 3 years anniversary. And today it was finally turn for (Y/n)'s family to meet Shidou. Although the girl was calm on the outside, inside she felt like crying. While she knew Shidou would get along great with her parents... Yoichi was a different story. (Y/n) knew from both him and Shidou how complicated their relationship is. But she hoped it will change over time.

Hearing a loud sigh, Shidou stopped panicking and looked at (Y/n), who was failing very badly at hiding a nervous look on her face.

"Everything alright?" Shidou asked, causing (Y/n) to look at him in surprise.

"Hm? Oh... I think so..." She answered absent-mindedly. Shidou pouted a little and grabbed her hand gently before giving away his usual grin.

"It will be alright. Your parents will love me. So don't worry."

"Ironic that you say it. You have been panicking for the past 15 minutes." (Y/n) laughed, causing the taller to get a little flustered.

"Whatever. I know it will be alright! You know how charming I am. You parents will love me."

"And Yoichi?" (Y/n) asked then saw Shidou tense up.

"He will, too. After all, he will rather put up with me than upset you."

"Ryusei, please." (Y/n) laughed a little more, causing the boy to sigh in relief as he heard that.

"Besides, Youchi is a very nice dude. What's the worst that could happen?"

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'Apparently, being looked at as if you killed someone is the worst thing.' Shidou held back a groan as he felt Yoichi's eyes pierce into his soul. The taller tried his best to ignore the looks as he talked with their parents. (Y/n), noticing the looks as well, left the three to talk to Yoichi instead.

"Is everything alright, Yoichi? You kind of look upset." The older sibling commented, which caused his to look away from Shidou and back at her.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... I was just surprised that you would date someone like Shidou, I guess."

"Hmm? Why?" (Y/n) blinked, moving closer to her brother. Yoichi paused for a moment, trying to think of a good answer to not upset anyone.

"It's just that he is loud and very wild... I just never saw you to end up with someone like that." Yoichi admitted as (Y/n) blinked a few times.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's cool that you are dating him, I don't mind. It's just a surprise. And, I really don't want you to get hurt again." Yoichi admitted. (Y/n) look softened a little and moved to caress Yoichi's hair a little.

"I will be alright, Yo-chan. Don't worry, I can handle myself. And besides, I really don't have that fear around Ryusei."

"You don't? You feel 100% safe?" He asked, more for his and his nerves' sake. (Y/n) smiled and looked back at Shidou as he finished talking to the parents. The two left for the kitchen while the other one started walking towards the siblings.

"I 100% feel safe."

Yoichi sighed and nodded his head, then looked back at Shidou as well.

"Can you let us talk for a bit?" Yoichi asked, earning a nod from (Y/n).

"Hm? Sure." The older said as Shidou finally stopped next to them.

"Everything alright?" The blonde boy asked as (Y/n) kissed his cheek.

"Yeah. Yoichi just wants to talk with you for a moment. Don't take too long, you two. Dinner will be served soon." (Y/n) said as she made her way to the kitchen as well.

Once she was gone the room was silent for a few minutes, Yoichi inspecting Shidou from time to time.

"Ok, spit it out. Tell me you don't approve of this relationship and all that jazz. I really don't want to wait for it too long." Shidou said, preparing himself for the talk, but all he got was a sigh from Yoichi.

"I wasn't planning to say any of that. My big sis is old enough to make her own decisions, and I trust her as well."

"Oh?" Shidou was surprised at that.

"Just amswer me this."

"What is it?" The blonde raised an eyebrow.

"You love my sister, right? You will protect her no matter what?"

"Of course I will and of course I love her." Shidou said with no hesitation.

"I love (Y/n). She is the kindest, nicest, and most loving person I ever met. I would never do anything to hurt her, and protecting her is my priority. I know I am very rough around the edges, but I mean every word." Shidou answered sincerely. There was a silence in the room for a while when Isagi finally hummed along.

"Alright. I believe you there. I am glad you two found each other."

When those words left the youngest Isagi's mouth, Shidou felt like a weird weight was lifted off of him.

"You approve of this?"

"Yes." Yoichi answered with a soft smile as he patted Shidou's back.

"Just know, if you ever hurt her, I will hurt you back. Got it?"

Now it was Shidou's turn to smile in amusement, but still nodded his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about that. I would rather stop playing football than hurt her."

Just then, the conversation got cut short as (Y/n) and Iyo called the two over for dinner.

[semisomnosres]

And I also wondered how they would react to "My immortal soul"

Wuya: For her, this is a personal series, the viewer of which she became not of her own will, and without ability to change the channel. (then, together with another unfortunate person, drawn into this circus - Plop-Plop, and with a bottle of wine they complain to each other) There are ENOUGH moments that she would prefer not to see and forever forget, but this situation also has its advantages. There is something very funny about seeing Chase show off like a peacock in front of a ninja, and not only does he not fall for it, but also looks back at him like he’s a dirty sock. (At the same time, experiencing some kind of sympathy for? Which he denies as best as he can, but at this rate, even Omi will begin to suspect something) And when his attention is completely absorbed by the ninja, this gives her the opportunity, for example, to steal a couple of Shen Gong Wu Balances the state between looking with pain in the eyes and laughing as a hyena at situations

Sorceress: She hates the First and with all her soul wishes him, and his receivers especially Randy, a painful death for what they did to her lover. And she can’t just go and try to kill the First, because she understands that it will be difficult for her to resist them alone, and Chase’s existence also made a couple of changes to her plans:

1. Contrary to her first expectations, Chase does not seek to kill the First, as she decided at the first meeting. He also unobtrusively let her know that she would not interfere with his (toy) ninja. And if because of her something happens to Randy and the other ninjas, he doesn’t care. So she won’t so blatantly make attempts to get rid of the First, because then she will also have to deal with the thousand-year-old evil reptile. (she will not give up trying to take revenge, but now she needs to act differently)

2. The scenario where the First loses to Chase in his duel/makes a deal, etc. and ends up becoming the First's slave is pretty good for her. The sorceress is aware of the steel principles of the First, who would rather cut his own scalpel than give up his duties voluntarily (that’s why he didn’t retire after transferring the post but preferred to imprison himself in the form of a book) And see with your own eyes how the First will essentially become a pet their enemy, and how they wipe the floor with his pride as if with a rag - pretty good. (maybe she will even contribute to this. Perhaps :)

3. And another, in her opinion, unlikely outcome of events. Where Chase dies and the First is left alone again. The sorceress is not blind, and I think because of the specifics of her magic, she understands matters relating to feelings and emotions better than anyone else. He doesn’t admit it, but Chase’s death will still affect him, and when the guard lizard dies, she can again take matters into her own hands and calmly plan her revenge.

BTW Dff drew awesome art of the First under a love potion, and remembers that Amanda clearly has extensive knowledge in this area. It seems the culprit is found

[futurecorps3]

okay but imagine meeting nikolai at a masquerade ball :00

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

Masterlist<3

Summary: A pleasant surprise in the masquerade's ball. Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader Warnings: None I think!! Word Count: 1.4K Requested: Yes

A/N: THE ROMANCE THAT MASQUERADES CARRY HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLD SINCE I SAW THIS REQUEST TYSM NONNIE! hope u like it and don't mind it's a bit short. <3

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The corset was far too tight. She didn't get to wear her favorite color. The heels were killing her. More than two men had already approached her with terrible openers and she just wanted to go home. Y/N was really trying not to be selfish. She truly was; this night was very special for her father, as the masquerade ball was the first royal event her family could attend.

After years of bad luck with her parents' work, somehow, with savings and a recent escalade of people needing construction materials from all over the continent, they developed a small fortune into a big family-owned business that produced lots of money, meaning they went from being a middle-class family in Os Alta to making business with nobles on behalf of the king.

Word got around, and long-story short, his youngest daughter was forced to attend this ball with her parents. Looking around the room, there was no way they fit in here, but it was a dream of her father's, so she opted to get a tad tipsy with champagne and dance a little before she could go home. The room smelt like booze, expensive perfume, and laughter could be heard from every corner.

What did they find so amusing? From her point of view, the things she now had to get used to were pointless, boring and merely there to make positive appearances with the royal family, who wouldn't bat an eye at them, scarcely noticing their attempts. The girl sighed, watching some other boy in a fancy suit and golden mask approach her from the front, ready to reject him "nicely" as her father had suggested.

Then, a voice.

"This is all incredibly stupid." Simple.

Y/N turned around, finding a blonde head of hair with a blue mask staring at her. He was sporting a uniform like jacket with some medals over it and golden details all over... a general's son, surely. She wasn't sure if he was speaking to her or just wondering out loud since he was sweaty and short of breath, probably from dancing. However, he seemed to have read her mind, and that was enough to start a conversation.

"It is, people trying to impress people who won't even look at them directly in the eye." She chuckled, sinking into her glass of champagne, to which the boy gave a surprised stare. "You seem to have it against the royal family". Oh no. This was in no way a good start, or the setting to voice her complaints about the general injustice lived in her country.

"No! Not at all! I just-" "It's okay. I get it. They think they're too good for anyone, even though all these people are the backbone of their country, not the institution they represent. Ravka would be nothing without its people". A sigh of relief. Did this mystery man get it? He surely wasn't poor or looked like he could care less about social injustice and unfair judgments.

"How would you know?" She questioned, and he was amused, very amused. "Well, let's say I've done my own research over this land, contrary to my family's wishes". His family's wishes? Military men and women came from usually underprivileged areas. Maybe he was the son of some snobbish general who didn't want his precious boy to hang around peasants, but he decided against it.

Suddenly, he enveloped her hand in his, kissing the back of it while looking into her eyes. "Nikolai Lantsov", he introduced himself, lowering it back next to a seemingly limp body.

Oh.

People said he'd show up, but no one really believed it after many failed reunions who promised the prince's attendance. She should bow, her mom told her that she should if she ran into some member of the royal family. Her body reacted to her thoughts, grabbing a fistful of fabric around her and bending her knees in a polite bow. "Moi tsarevich... I'm so sorry, you must know I don't think sorely of our king and queen, it was merely an observation. Apologies".

Nikolai was awfully quiet. Y/N's head was down and all she could see were his shoes and people passing by. Then he laughed. He laughed. "Come on, dear, get up" he offered her his hand and stood straight once again, red in her cheeks. "First of all, call me Nikolai-" "Y/N" "-call me Nikolai, Y/N. Second, no need to apologize as I do think sorely of my family's ruling over the country. And third, that's not how I wanted to make you blush so please calm down, it's okay".

How could that ever be okay? Yes, the younger prince was greatly known for having major discrepancies with his parents and the model of government that was being followed, but it was only okay if HE said it. Not some random girl who just showed up and ran her mouth over the literal king and queen of her nation. She always found a way of fucking up.

"I always talk too much, I'm really sorry moi tsa-" "Nikolai". It felt wrong in her mouth, to be on first-name terms with such an important figure. She said it anyway, that charming smile of his making her weak on the knees and forgetting any kind of stupid hierarchy she was supposed to follow. "Nikolai".

"Why do you assume that's a bad thing?" he said, taking two glasses of whiskey from a waiter who was passing by, downing one and giving her the other "Hm?". She didn't quite hear the question, too focused on how his hands looked with so many pretty rings to the way his eyebrows furrowed briefly at the burning liquid. "Why do you assume talking too much is a bad thing?"

Well, that was new. This entire exchange was, really.

"Well I-" no words. She didn't know. He laughed. "You've been told it is, and I think it to be awfully human, therefore awfully lovely. We like being heard, and there is no reason why we shouldn't be". Another blush crept up her cheeks. Was he always like this? Y/N found, years later, that he had a certain fixation on questioning anything and everything around him.

He questioned limits, pre-impossed ideas, authority, words and virtually anything those beautiful blue eyes laid. Nikolai was that kind of special you find once in your life. "Do you uhm... want to get out of here?" she spat, not really thinking anymore. She wanted more of that. Whatever spell his charm casted upon her was doing wonders. "To where, exactly, darling?" he said, raising his left eyebrow slightly.

Teasingly.

"No, no! By no means am I suggesting something of such nature... I just want to talk to you" "We already are, love" "I'm aware, love. I mean, away from the noise and all these creepily masked people". Silence for a tiny moment. Then he offered his arm out to her, placing the glass he was holding previously on a table and directing his new acquaintance to the back exit.

When they got to the garden, the moon was up and she was the only witness to such an enchanting night for the young prince and the girl. At the time, their lifes didn't fit at all. Two opposites. But oh did their souls knew how to dance. Nikolai found himself at peace, away from the facade he kept around and the appearances to be kept long forgotten as he laughed with Y/N.

"You talk like a book," he said, smiling as they sat near one of the many fountains. You could hear the water streaming down cobblestones and some noises coming from the bushes, the noise from the party becoming merely a background behind their chat. Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "What is that supposed to mean?". Their thighs were touching and she could feel Nikolai tense up a little.

"You do! There are some... things you say that seem taken out of a poetry book." "Like what?" Her cheeks warmed at that, waiting eagerly for an answer to one of the most creative observations someone had made about her. "You said that if love isn't passionate and extraordinary, then it's a waste of time because there are too many mediocre things in life and love shouldn't be one of them" "It's just what I think" she shyly replied, fidgeting with her mask, long gone since they started their walk.

"Then that pretty little mind of yours must be a thrill to discover" "Would you?" "What?" "Like to discover it" "I'd love to, dear" Nikolai smiled sweetly, blue orbs swimming in hers. It was the night the fox found shelter. The night they fell in love.

[catmelonwriting]

Arguing with Mori

Warnings: Mori in general, hitting, he's a lil possessive yk, age gap (reader is 18/19, Mori is 40), he's a bitch, not proofread, kinda unhealthy relationship

Characters: Mori Ougai

A/N: this is the only thing I can bring myself to write bc I've been obsessed with Mori recently. Sue me. This is heavily inspired by a scene in Lolita 1997 because that movie is fucking relatable and it's all I can think about recently.

"Alright, that's it."

The car screeched noisily as Mori pulled over, thankful for the relatively empty roads making it an easy task. You two had been fighting over something stupid - but you made it just a little too serious with that last comment.

"You want to disrespect me in my own car? Then get out. You can walk home yourself. I don't care." He hissed.

It was pouring out, and there was even some thunder. It was about 3 miles till you got home, not too long in the car but to walk? It would be terrible. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, staring at him with disbelief in your eyes. "It's 9pm, pouring rain, and you're gonna make a teenage girl walk home alone? Are you trying to get me killed you dickhead?!"

"I'm not making you do anything. All I want is a simple apology and we can drive home normally, and pretend this didn't happen." He leans back in the driver's seat, taking his hands off the steering wheel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You screamed. "Like actually, what is wrong with you?! You say you love me then all you wanna do is fuck! And when we have a normal argument, like a normal couple, you lose your shit and do things like this!" You were going to continue, but you were cut off by the most menacing look you'd ever seen him direct at you. You'd seen that face before, of course, directed at nosy subordinates or people who were doing him wrong, but never at you. Never at you.

You stop talking and move to unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to leave the car, but Mori stops you by wrapping a single hand around both your wrists, pulling them towards him before you could even unbuckle. "I thought you wanted me to leave." You snarled.

"Quite the contrary, dear. I would love for you to stay, but if you're going to keep acting like a little brat I might just shove you out of the car myself." He says smoothly, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Oh, so now you're holding me captive? You're a kidnapper and a creep? I mean seriously, what forty year old man dates-" you're cut off by a harsh slap on your cheek and a stinging sensation as he lets go of your wrists and sighs heavily, resting his elbow on the center console and his forehead in the palm of his hand. "God, you make it so difficult to love you sometimes."

You can't help it. Your lip starts to quiver and you start wailing as you turn around and shove the car door open, pushing yourself out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You begin to run away, you're not sure where you're going but you need to get away. Away from him. You're followed by the sounds of him calling your name and the door of his car opening and closing.

You don't look behind you but you know he's running after you, you can hear his footsteps and the heavy breathing until he finally catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him from behind. By now you're both absolutely soaked in rain water, your clothes sticking to your skin and against his as he holds you there.

You turn around so you can sob into his chest, choking and coughing out apologies into his wet jacket. Eventually he leads you back to the car, opening your door for you and buckling your seatbelt.

Once you're both buckled and in the car you're silent. Neither of you can bring yourselves to say anything. You know he's not going to apologize for hitting you no matter how guilty he may or may not feel. He never apologizes, he just brings you designer purses and beautiful makeup the next day and it's enough to get you to forgive him. It always is.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 21: Billy Lenz

Day 21! Welcome to the final day of the third week of Fictober! Thus that means we will be winding down the NSFW alphabets shortly but we still have one more week of Fictober goodies to come!. I do also plan to do more NSFW alphabets in the future including in the fun things I have planned for November and December <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Not gonna happen, sorry but it's the truth. If anything your going have to be the one who takes care of Billy afterwards if he even sticks around. Though most times he ends up just going back into the attic.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

On him he likes his hands, he likes how good he makes you and himself feel with them. Though that's about it, Billy has never really thought of his own self long enough to have a "Favorite part"

On you though he likes just about everything. If he had to pick he'd probably choose your ass or your thighs for obviously sexual reasons. Though like I said he really likes everything.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Everywhere, literally everywhere, and if you try to tell him otherwise he's not going to listen to you. So be ready for there to always be a mess. The messier the better in Billy's opinion.

D is for Dirty Secret:

Billy is really just one big dirty secret and whether you actually know about his secrets or not is questionable but as long as he thinks you don't know that's fine with him. He does everything from stealing your underwear to watching you shower.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

If creeping on sorority girls while they had their boyfriends over counts then sure, but if not then Billy is the most inexperienced person on the planet when it comes to actual sex. Don't let all his dirty talk fool you, Billy is all bark no bite.

F is for Favorite Position:

He likes cowgirl and reverse cowgirl the best. Mainly because he can just lay there and not do having and have you do all the work for him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

I don't think Billy is capable of taking anything seriously. Like anything at all really. So expect him to be cackling and talking your ear off pretty much the entire time.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

Contrary to popular belief and the fact he lives in an attic I do think Billy keeps himself at least slight groomed. He's not the best at it but he doesn't let himself get unruly.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

This is something I feel like could be up in the air. Like Billy is capable of being at least a little romantic but whether you see romantic Billy or not is up in the air. It depends on his mood and a lot of other factors including if baby Billy wants to throw a fit or not.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

Very often, like almost everyday whether he has you nearby or not. It's almost his favorite thing in the world besides you... and well being a creepy peeping tom murderer, but who's counting.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Mommy or Daddy Kink

He has a major choking kink. You'll sometimes have to pry him off if he ever gets a little too into it, but he would never actually hurt you too terribly bad.

Knife play is real big for Billy too. Another instance where he may get too into it but again he would never cause major injury to you.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

In your bed pretty much always. He likes in the attic for god sake it's not like he ever leaves the house to begin with. Sometimes he might take up a couch or floor somewhere if you can't make it to the bed but he's mostly a classic bed kinda guy.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

If you catch him right after a kill that's when he's most ready to go. He's still got all his adrenaline pumping and also make sure to show up in a slutty outfit. Something about seeing you in barely there clothes drives Billy up the wall.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

There isn't a lot that he wouldn't do, like I said he never wants to cause you any actual severe injuries but they do happen. It's basic as fuck but a big no for him would be anything you wanted to do that involved leaving the house. If you have to leave the house he isn't interested.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Billy loves to give, like LOVES it. He lives for giving you pleasure and making you happy. He likes to receive too but nearly as much as he likes to give.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

It's a spectrum for Billy. He can go at literally any speed at all depending on his mood. Sleepy slow morning sex to fast hard rough sex after he's killed somebody.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

Half your sexual encounters with Billy are quickies. Billy loves them, he'll tackle you onto your bed and you won't be able to get him off of you until the both of you have finished about three times each.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

Billy is totally down, bring up whatever you want to him and he's entirely down to try it. Bonus points if he ends up hardcore liking it.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Billy's good for a few hours, he gets tired and cranky after a while but when he's got full stamina he can go like a rabbit.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

Another thing he's entirely down for. I don't think he would use them on himself as much as he would like teasing you with them. Another thing were he loves seeing you writhe with pleasure.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

Billy can get mean, especially with his words, but he never ends up teasing you long as it always ends up backfiring and ends with him working himself up and giving you both what you want.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

Billy is loud as hell, he moans, groans sometimes even yells. Hope and pray you don't have any roommates or Billy won't be a secret for long.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Billy may not be one for aftercare but you'll get him to stay around longer if you pull his head to your chest and hold him. Billy loves to be held especially by you.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

A good 5 or 6 inches, though he's really skinny without much girth. There's also a curve towards the end of that makes him appear bigger then he actually is.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Extremely high though if it's obvious your not in the mood he'll backoff and go jerkoff somewhere.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Billy like never sleep really. He's bouncing off the walls pretty much 24/7. So he might leave after you guys are done but sleeping is the last thing on his mind.

[bubblinelovechild]

The RWBY fandoms treatment of Adam makes me very uncomfortable

This is very long sorry I was rambling <3

There’s something really odd about the dedication RWBY fans have to hating Adam. So much so that they’ll admit the writing of the WF is racist but refuse to admit that Adam a member of the white fang also suffered from that racist writing.

There’s this weird dedication to pretending there are no problems with the choices made around Adams character and vilifying literally everyone who tries to talk about it, for the sake of continuing to blindly hate him. The fandom seems to struggle with understanding that the show is fictional and everything that happens in it is a direct choice of its writers. Y’all talk about Adam like he is a real person who has personally offended you irl. Just a huge lack of media literacy tbh.

A white man wrote a civil rights group, that he admittedly based off the black panthers, as the generic bad guys of his shitty anime knockoff and made a central theme of the show the idea that fighting against your oppression violently makes you just as bad if not worse than your oppressors. Then he mad the leader of that group a generic abusive meanie bad guy. Who essentially is what white supremacists think civil rights activist are all the way down to being the fictional equivalent of a black supremacist.

When there was backlash to this he made a knockoff Malcom X and then killed her in her only scene and made a character whose ideology is basically sit down and lick the feet of your oppressors and had the audacity to say he was based off of MLK. How the fuck do you base a character off of somebody without doing basic research on them because contrary to what people seem to believe MLK was not a doormat and this is a conversation for a different day but I’m sick and tired of his memory being weaponised against black people.

What’s worse is that Adam is the only character portrayed as actually doing something to fight racism. Ghira’s faction is only ever seen fighting against other groups. I don’t know if y’all know this but that’s not how the civil rights movement worked. Most of the leaders didn’t agree on methods but they coexisted because the main goal was the liberation of black people and they knew they had to coexist. MLK did not go around calling the cops on revolutionaries he disagreed with.

The problems with Adam and the WF are not separate and cannot be. Most of what’s wrong with the Faunus plot line is the way the show handles Adam. The choices made with his writing cannot be separated from those they made with the WF overall. Adams choice to kill his attackers to keep himself and other Faunus safe, from people literally trying to kill them, is treated the way it is because of the stance they took with WFs writing. When Adam kills a human supremacist trying to kill Ghira you’re supposed to see it as an extreme and the beginning of his turn to evil. Adam isn’t a real person every descisiom he makes is informed by the white writers of the show. Why would the bias they displayed writing the WF not apply to him?

Some of you have been abused and relate to Blake in that sense, a lot of you seem to be projecting your abusers onto Adam. I’m sorry you went through that but you are not excused from buying into racist rhetoric. It’s incredibly uncomfortable as a black person to watch people talk about how “healing” it was for them to watch a civil rights leader admittedly inspired by black people slapped around and killed by two white women. It is anger inducing to watch fans celebrate “queer representation” dancing on the corpse of a monumental disrespect to black people and our history.

RWBY doesn’t even handle abuse well tbh and most of the queer rep is not that great, there are many shows that do it so much better, there is actually no excuse for hanging on to the black people are bad for fighting against racism show.

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I understand where the people who say Criston is a sexist incel with a Madonna/Whore complex, are coming from .But I can still list my reasons on why I think they’re wrong.

1)Calling Rhaenyra the c- word wasn’t a good thing.But he did apologize after that and he despises her a someone who took advantage of him ,not as a woman .

2) After Rhaenyra ,we see him having no problem with women in power,or generally women who aren’t meek and quiet .He happily takes orders from Alicent after all .

3) No ,he doesn’t see her as Madonna ,he is not idealizing her .He literally has her telling him to try to gouge a kid’s eye out ,try to main Rhaenyra, he sees her being at her most lowest an angry both in the Driftmark scene and in episode 6 where she is ranting about how frustrated she is by Rhaenyra’s having bastards ,he sees her shouting at a man in ep 9 and defending the woman who hurted them both (thought this is mostly because he knows that she still a small soft spot for Rhaenyra and that she is generally merciful so).Guys he sees all of this,he doesn’t have much material to idealize her .But that’s fine ,because he loves (platonic or romantic doesn’t matter ) as she is .He is still at her side after all of this .

4) That line in ep 9 where he scolds Aemond for how he treats sex workers “ Every woman is an image of the mother” .Which proves that is not that he has a problem with women having sex outside marriage ,he has a problem with being taken advantage of by someone in a much higher position of power and who he has devoted himself with (Rhaenyra).

5) No ,he is not an incel .First of all he is a voluntary celibate ,which is the contrary of an incel .But the reason he Is angry at Rhaenyra is because there was an element of coercion when they had sex ,and he has every right to feel violated.

6) “He is the only one who saw Rhaenyra killing the white hart and he still usurps her !” Mh .What if he doesn’t care ? Like it’s not about misoginy ,if Rhaenyra was a man and he was taken advantage of by a man he would still give no fucks.Also ,maybe not everyone believes that a white hart makes you a chosen one ,yk?”

He is dornish, and women are allowed to inherit the crown I’m sure that wasn’t a problem with Rhaenyra .The thing he that he is loyal to the Greens now so of course he is gonna put Aegon on the throne .

7) I confess this is more of a bonus ,but he is literally the only one who cares about what happens to Alicent and I’m sure that he ,her only friend ,knows to some degree the abuse the has to face .