#regardless anon I hope it is to your liking! I truly was not expecting to have so many ideas for all the scenes

[rosemaryshelluverse]

Alastor and Angel with a S/O reader with sleep issues? Someone who is always tired, always walking around in a blanket, chugs coffee like there's no tomorrow, and will randomly fall asleep in obscure locations around the hotel but is otherwise very fun when they're not drop-dead tired.

(I don't usually request from people, so I hope I did this right lol. Very many thanks if you decide this prompt is worth your time!)

𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

|| synopsis: if only you could stay in bed all day ||

[ cw: fluff ]

[ anon, i've been wanting to write something like this for a while, considering i'm the same way! (minus the coffee, im allergic </3) so! thank you, and i hope you like this! ]

𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳

⛧ Alastor found the fact that you never truly seemed to have energy, quite entertaining.

⛧ He always found it so entertaining when he'd find you leaned up against some furniture, dozing off and almost dropping your cup.

⛧ You were always wrapped up in some random throw blanket, holding a warm cup in your hands as you greeted everyone.

⛧He was the one to break it to you that you were well into the day now.

⛧ You'd apologize and sip on whatever you had in your cup, rubbing your eyes to try and clear the sleep out of them.

⛧ Alastor would grab you by the shoulder, tugging the blanket off of you and folding it up.

"Wha- Hey!" You'd give a small whine as you felt the cold air of the hotel wrap around your figure, causing you to give a slight shiver. "Alastor, give that back, please?" You'd ask, reaching for the blanket. With a small snap of his fingers, your beloved blanket had dispersed into nothing. Now with your mouth wide open, he gave a hearty laugh, leaning forward and patting you on the head. "Come now my dear! However are we expected to get on with our daily activities if you're still wrapped up in bed?" His smile would widen at your disappointed little look, but he locked his arm with yours. "Now! Let's get you properly dressed for the day! Can't have you looking like this!"

⛧ In the end, Alastor means well, but doesn't exactly understand your issues.

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵

⛧ Angel found you absolutely adorable, always curled up in some cozy blanket that he bought for you, always holding a nice warm cup of something with enough sugar or caffeine to keep you up just until he had to go to work.

⛧ If he ever couldn't find you asap, he checked some of the places you'd frequent when you were more awake, usually finding you tucked away, peacefully asleep in some random corner.

⛧ He loved coming home from the particularly harder days, and heading right into your ready to snuggle arms.

⛧ To him, you were always so warm and inviting, even if you did end up dozing off as he ranted off about his issues of the day.

⛧ When it happened, he would always tuck the both of you in, and continue to talk but in a hushed tone now.

"And I told him, if he really wanted to have sex with me, he would've tried a little fuckin harder! Ha! Hard!" He would chuckle and look up to you, hearing you let out a small little laugh, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned further into his fluff. A warm, loving smile spread across his face as he placed a small kiss against your cheek, his voice going down a few notches, "Then the dude had the audacity to ask if he could still try and get me off, as if. You're the only one able to get me there anymore toots, you bastard.." He would hum, one of his several hands finding it's way into your hair.

⛧ Angel knew in the morning, you'd be up and as fresh as a daisy, with more pep in your step than you'd need. And he loved you regardless.

|| note: ​🇮​​🇫​ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇺​ ​🇱​​🇮​​🇰​​🇪​ ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇨​​🇴​​🇳​​🇹​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​, ​🇧​​🇪​ ​🇸​​🇺​​🇷​​🇪​ ​🇹​​🇴​ ​🇱​​🇮​​🇰​​🇪​ ​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇧​​🇱​​🇴​​🇬​!! <3 ||

[yeonzzzn]

need a fic about staff!reader and idol!sunghoon who have to fool around in secret (but it’s not really secret bc hoon cannot control himself).. until its the newest headline on the gossip pages

anon, I love this fr fr!! your brain is *chef kiss* this one is for you!

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 1.7k

Sunghoon tried to not make it so obvious. Tried to keep it a secret and his feelings nonexistent when the other members or staff were around. To hide any signs he could possibly be in a relationship or even talking to someone. 

Except, Sunghoon is way too obvious. He can’t keep secrets and shows his feelings all too well. He can’t help but get possessive or jealous making it again, obvious that he’s in a relationship. 

It didn’t start that way though. 

From the moment you were hired to be one of Enhypen’s new stylists, Sunghoon took a liking to you, trying to find any way possible to get his dick inside you. 

Except he was shy at first, keeping his dirty thoughts to himself and his hand late at night in his bedroom. 

It took months before Sunghoon started to get confident in flirting with you, testing the water at first to see how you’d react, and when you reacted the way he hoped…oh you were done for. 

You caught up to Sunghoon’s antics really fast. Noticing his eyes on you. Noticing how he was always the first in the dressing room and the last to leave. Always putting himself in front of you to style him so you didn’t get the chance to even style one of the other boys. 

Sunghoon was so obvious, but you found it cute, enduring, and kinda hot. 

Sunghoon wanted to get to know you, sure. But the attraction he felt and the thoughts of getting his dick wet kind of outweighed that. But you worked with him, there was plenty of time to get to know you. 

It wasn’t until a wardrobe malfunction happened that it really kicked things off between you and Sunghoon. 

His shirt ripped in the middle of taking off some of his equipment in between sets to readjust. Having staff members send him running to you to fix it. 

You looked at the whole torn at the back of his shirt, “The whole is too big, won’t be able to sew it back together. It’d be too obvious.” So it was settled on a shirt change. You walked to the clothing rack, picking an iced blue color shirt that matched his black jeans perfectly, “This one should do, here go ahead and—“

You weren’t expecting to see Sunghoon in the process of lifting the shirt off his body and dropping it to the floor. Exposing his toned body. Your eyes scanned his abs, his chest, his biceps…Bless whoever opened the first gym and started the chain reaction of opening them everywhere. Truly a blessing. 

Sunghoon smirked, loving to see the blush on your cheeks, getting you right where he wanted you. 

“Like what you see, pretty?” 

You made eye contact with him, trying every way possible to keep your breathing even. 

“Uh, h-here’s the new shirt,” you said, quickly placing the shirt in his hands and turning to walk out of the dressing room, except obviously, that didn’t happen. 

Sunghoon grabbed your arm and pulled you back, trapping you between him and the vanity. 

“Don’t leave me just yet, aren’t you supposed to make sure the shirt fits?” he rolled his hips against you, feeling his hardening cock against your stomach, “I’m sure it’ll fit perfectly though.” 

You knew Sunghoon knew what he was doing, trying to make a play on words for how well his dick would fit inside you. Granted, it was working, regardless of how flustered you felt at that moment. 

“Hoon, you have ten minutes before going back on stage,” you whispered, fingers gripping the sanity in hopes of keeping yourself from shaking. 

“Then we have ten minutes to get busy, now don’t we?” He leaned his face closer to yours, “YN, Let me make you feel good.” 

You nodded, letting him drop his hands to your legs and lift you on top of the vanity, rolling your skirt up your thighs and spreading your legs. 

Sunghoon didn’t think this would be the way he finally fucked you, but he was here for it nonetheless. 

He finally got to feel your lips on his, finally, had you wrapped around him perfectly as he pounded into you at a fast pace since his time was limited. The vanity rocked against the wall, being completely sure he was creating scuff marks on the white paint from the way he was fucking you against it. His hands squeezed your breasts. Tongue shoved down your throat. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you cum, making a mess on his cock. He couldn’t get enough of you, spilling his seed inside your pretty cunt and giving himself two minutes left to spare before going back on stage. 

Sunghoon took any chance he could to fool around with you. Pulling you into any tight corner he could. Bending you over chairs, vanities, and the couches in the break room back at the HYBE building. Fucking you against walls at the stadiums they would perform at. Pressing your naked body against the mirrors in the practice rooms, leaving handprints behind once you two were finished. 

It wasn’t too long before he started developing feelings for you, wanting more than just sex with you. 

Sunghoon was already obvious as it was to the other members, they weren’t stupid. They knew he would sneak you over to their dorms late at night and he would sneak out of the dorms to your apartment. 

But once Sunghoon caught feelings, phew it was way worse. 

It became harder to not give you attention. To kiss you, touch you, spoil you. To act like there was nothing between the two of you when everyone was around. 

Becoming possessive when another male staff member would talk to you. Be jealous if one of the other members needed a wardrobe change and you were the one to take care of them. 

It became way too obvious to the point that Sunghoon finally broke down to the members about his feelings for you, their response being “DUH! We knew that already!” it made him feel relieved sure, but because of his idol status, he had no choice but keep it secret anyways. 

Which only made it harder once the two of you finally became official. The members and staff all knew, but the fans and the rest of the world didn’t. Sunghoon wanted to show you off but knew he couldn’t for your safety. 

It was comeback season for Enhypen. The boys were booked left and right for interviews, TV shows, and radio shows. The boys were busy and on a time crunch, but that didn’t stop Sunghoon from pulling you into the supply closet filled with the radio show equipment. 

“Hoonie,” you whispered, “Someone will notice we’re missing!” 

Sunghoon wasted no time pinning you against the shelves, his hands fiddling with the button on his pants, “Jake will vouch for us. Need you so bad baby.” 

You could tell your boyfriend was nervous, this was a major radio show. And what better way than to relieve his nerves by fucking you?

You lifted your skirt and slid your panties to the side, giving Sunghoon full permission. 

He licked two of his fingers, then slid them between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his fingers. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against your lips, “always taking good care of me.” 

Sunghoon knew you didn’t have much time to waste, knowing you were ready to take him once your juices started leaking down his hand. 

He replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly sliding into you. Moaning out your name once he bottomed out. 

He wrapped one of your legs around his waist, giving him even more access to your cunt, and started pounding into you. 

Sunghoon gripped one of the metal shelves, using it to his advantage to push further into you, shaking the entire thing. 

The two of you moan against each other's mouths. Your fingers tangling in his hair. 

It didn’t take you long to cum. The fast pace Sunghoon was fucking you at with the help of his grip on the shelf along with him hitting your g-spot, it had you spilling over the edge. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Sunghoon growled, “Love when you cum on my cock.”

Sunghoon glanced up at his watch, seeing he only had minutes left, “I’m gonna go faster baby, okay? Wanna cum in your sweet pussy before I have to go.” 

You nodded, holding onto him tighter, settling your face in his neck. 

Sunghoon pistoned into you, fucking into you in a primal state. You attached your lips to his neck, teeth biting down on the skin to keep your moans from reaching outside the door. 

“hmmm, fuck, I’m cumming baby, oh fuck.” 

Right when Sunghoon released his load, the door to the supply closet swung open, and one of the radio show hosts' staff members stood there staring at you two, watching as Sunghoon slowly continued to push his cock into you, chasing what little high he had left.  

“I’ll come back later,” the staff member said, quickly shutting the door. 

It wasn’t news to anyone when all the famous KPOP articles on Twitter were talking about your sexual act in the supply closet. 

Sunghoon sat in the makeup chair, reading the articles on his phone while laughing his ass off. 

“They can’t even get the full story right,” Sunghoon laughed even harder. 

Your face turned red as you organized the boy's outfits for the comeback show tonight. 

Heeseung was also reading about the articles but from the tweets their fans were making, “Some of these posts claim they already knew you were fucking someone and that these articles just confirm it.” 

“Can’t we sue that radio company for even opening their mouths?!” Jake asked, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket, “They went against Sunghoon’s privacy.” 

Sunghoon just shrugged, “Not like I care anyway. Not my fault the guy decided to be a dick.” 

Jay leaned over Heeseung’s shoulder, reading the comments, “Some of these say you kept going even after getting caught.” 

Sunghoon just smiled, not saying a word. 

“Oh, you’re sick,” Jungwon said, giving him a side-eye.

Sunghoon shrugged his leader's glare off and looked over in your direction, falling more in love with you than he was before, “At least I don’t have to hide anymore.” 

“That’s the thing,” Niki rolled his eyes, “You were obvious from the beginning!” 

“Exactly,” Sunoo said, “This only just made it easier for you two.” 

Sunghoon didn’t care that his relationship with you got exposed, because now he didn’t have to try to hide. Even though he sucked at hiding anyways. 

[lyomeii]

-> warnings: yandere themes (very lightly), it’s old times so reader’s family wants her to get married.

-> request by anon! Hey! Can I request a yandere howl from howl's moving castle with a love at first sight scenario with normal citizen femreader? I recently just started to get into howl's moving castle and damn howl is hot🤤. Anyways tq and have a nice day

-> a/n: another person that have fall into the spells of the wizard! who doesn’t have a crush on him after all? I always watched in the japanese dub, but I watched a few times in eng when I learned that christian bale dub him…

-> you don’t recall meeting him, but howl remembers how the first time he saw you. at the street market, you are selling flowers to couples that were celebrating the holiday, a small gig to gain enough money to help you.

-> the way you smiled every time someone brought a single pale rose or a bouquet was more than enough to charm him. so, howl brought the remaining flowers with a few golden coins, gaining a sweet smile of you. something inside him changed, he quickly realize that he needs to have you in his life.

-> he has been searching for you, hasn’t he? after all, you didn’t expect to find him in the front door of your workplace with a bouquet in his hands with the intention to give it to yo. in his words, he searched the entire world by the most magnificent flower and after years, howl has find you.

-> the relationship, at least in the very beginning, was weird. not only howl is a wizard (a powerful one!) that enchanted many, but also someone who you find quite dangerous. regardless of his words and sweet touch on your skin, why is he being nice to you? will he stole your heart and use it for his spells like the rumors? you hope not.

-> luckily, howl is nothing like the rumors. by the opposite, he is a good man who is willing to take care of you. whatever you two hang out, his hands are always on yours or on your waist, making you be closer to him.

-> since you lack any type of magic or security, he will gift you a small set of jewelry that you can use daily. probably a matching earring like his or a small ring that cause some confusion of you being married (a way to make guys stay away from you). now, not only you are being protected from evil wizards, but no one dares to flirt with you anymore.

-> there will be times when howl will ask you to live with him, after all, that what couple do! share their living place, wake up to see each other face in the morning, have meal together. howl truly wants to you come to live at the castle, it will be a way to get even closer to you. however, you keep reject the idea since both of your parents still skeptical of his actions, but he knows he will change their mind one day. maybe even creating a family with him too.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

[burst-of-iridescent]

You constantly portray Katara (in your posts and in your "dissertation") like some damsel in distress who is in a codependent relationship and does not defend her opinion in front of her partner, to the point that she allows him to mistreat her children. But the basis of her character is that she will never tolerate any shit from anyone. She always defends her opinion, and she does not oppose Aang precisely because their values are basically the same with Aang. You cannot agree with this, because then you would either have to admit that Aang is not the terrible person you paint him, or that Katara is not the perfect girl you want her to be. That is why you are forced to humiliate her and completely rewrite her character, just not to admit that she is in an equal relationship with Aang and their values coincide.

In addition, such a "katara" makes even less sense for zutara, because if her character has a tendency to codependence on her partner and a willingness to tolerate shit from him, then their relationship with Zuko would not be healthy, since Zuko is prone to self-pity, selfishness and outbursts of anger even after his redemption and he does not show even a tenth of the maturity that Aang has by the end of the show (and even if you do not agree with this, I hope you understand that if there is a tendency to codependent relationships in a person's character, then this tendency is realized in any relationship, regardless of the partner. And any such relationship will be unhealthy).

well i lost braincells reading this so i expect reparations for that, but i'm in a nice, salty mood today so... sure anon, i'll bite.

She always defends her opinion, and she does not oppose Aang precisely because their values are basically the same with Aang.

you must really dislike katara, because saying that the only reason she never challenged aang is because she never disagreed with him, rather than that her idealization of him blinded her to his flaws is... so much worse. are you telling me she thought it was right for him to recklessly burn her? or yell at her in the desert and abandon her to take care of sokka and toph alone? or kiss her without her consent? or give their airbending child preferential treatment over their other two children?

because katara doesn't hold aang to account for any of the things on that (non-exhaustive) list, and if your explanation for that is that she agreed with him, then we both know who here is really bastardizing katara's character.

do katara and aang share certain core values? sure. they're both kind, compassionate and hopeful people. but saying that katara's morals are "basically the same" as aang's is objectively untrue when they clash in both the southern raiders and sozin's comet over their personal moral codes on the sanctity of life and whether taking one can ever be justified.

neither of these conflicts are ever truly resolved, even by the end of the show. katara and aang never come to any sort of understanding or middle ground, or even raise the subject ever again, despite it being clear that they don't share the same perspective. katara even explicitly rejects aang's creed of blanket forgiveness by stating that she did not forgive yon rha and never will. i don't know about you, but that feels like a pretty major difference of opinion to me.

additionally, the fact that these are the only two times in the entire show that katara actually pushes back against aang's beliefs and decisions - and stands firm on it - proves my point, because she's only able to do so when she has absolutely no other choice. it's only the trauma of her mother's murder and the literal fate of the entire world that forces katara to challenge aang rather than excuse and coddle him. and that is unhealthy both for aang and katara, because an equal partner should be able to call you out on your flaws and mistakes without first having to be backed into a corner to do it.

That is why you are forced to humiliate her and completely rewrite her character, just not to admit that she is in an equal relationship with Aang and their values coincide.

i really adore this recent trend in atla fandom of insisting that it's zutara shippers who are responsible for adultifying katara or humiliating katara or any and all problems that exist within katara's narrative as if we personally wrote the show instead of just... pointing out what already exists in canon.

i'm not the one who robbed katara of all agency in her relationship, or refused to give her arc equal narrative space with aang's, or turned her into a subservient trophy wife with no legacy or voice. you can go take that up with the creators.

believe me anon, i wish i could manipulate canon for my nasty zutara agenda, but alas you can't have everything in life.

Zuko is prone to self-pity, selfishness and outbursts of anger even after his redemption and he does not show even a tenth of the maturity that Aang has by the end of the show

zuko didn't throw a hissy fit because the girl he liked didn't like him back, pressure her for an answer, force a kiss on her, or be preachy and judgemental towards her during one of the most difficult times of her life - but hey, whatever floats your boat.

(thank you for providing no evidence, by the way. saved me a ton of time reading more batshit insane misinterpretations of canon, or lies, or both.)

In addition, such a "katara" makes even less sense for zutara, because if her character has a tendency to codependence on her partner and a willingness to tolerate shit from him, then their relationship with Zuko would not be healthy I hope you understand that if there is a tendency to codependent relationships in a person's character, then this tendency is realized in any relationship, regardless of the partner.

i'm genuinely bamboozled as to why you seem to think that i called katara codependent, because i didn't. i don't think katara and aang are codependent, and i have never once said that. but i understand that sending anonymous, bad-faith arguments is a difficult, underappreciated job, so let's take the hypothetical and assume i did to help you out.

fictional characters are not real people, and so it is possible for them to have different dynamics with different characters. that's why i can ship taang or zutara or mailee but not kat.aang or mai.ko. because each of these relationships are written to fulfil different narrative purposes, the characters involved are not doomed to repeat the same patterns of behaviour in each relationship as real people might be - and the difference between the zutara and kat.aang interactions in canon proves it.

[beybaldes]

but I ignore things, and I move sideways

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : “defending them against everyone, even when they’re not there to witness it” requested by anon

content warning : i make everyone out to be a dick for the sake of the plot

an : i <3 roy kent and I hope he is happy forever !! title comes from ‘growing sideways’ by Noah Kahan I really recommend great song and no skip album!!

“I’m just saying, since his injury, he has become a has been. There is no shame to it, it is just a fact.”

Usually, you’d let Jan Mass’s bluntness slide, given - as each member of the team had explained to you at some point - he wasn’t mean, just Dutch. Usually, his casual cruelness in the name of being honest didn’t concern Roy, however.

“Unfortunately, I have to agree.” Dani added, surprising you and the rest of the room. “If a baby was born today, they wouldn’t know ‘Roy Kent, football legend’ they know ‘Roy Kent, coach for Richmond.”

While Dani’s words greatly discredited and diminished Roy’s career to his post-injury life, his kinder explanation had the rest of the lads humming and nodding in agreement.

“Doesn’t make it any less mean.” You spoke up, everyone attention snapping to you, where you’d been sat in front of Roy’s old locker - you’d become somewhat attached to the seat in all your years with Roy spent in this changing room. “Yeah, sure, Dani’s right. A baby born today would probably hear about Roy Kent the coach before Roy Kent the footballer. But one search of his name would tell you otherwise.”

You couldn’t look at them as you spoke. Despite wanting to stand up for him, knowing you would regardless of who or what they were saying about him, it didn’t make you any less nervous. “He’s not a fucking has been though, is he? Each and every one of you take his criticisms as Gospel, work as hard as possible to meet his expectations and preach the Roy Kent effect like it’s the only thing keeping the team running. Is that a has been? Or is that a great fucking coach who works his ass off to keep you guys together?”

Sam placed a hand against your arm, your eyes snapping up to meet his. “Ignore Jan Mas, he is just-“

“Dutch. I know.” Turning to face the blonde that had started the outrage you were feeling. “But there’s a difference between being honest and blunt about it and just being fucking mean.”

You left the changing room after you’d spoke, fed up with the boys you had come to love like family. Unfortunately for them, you loved Roy more then you loved them.

“They were right.” Isaac growled, arms folded across his chest as he spent a moment staring down each and every person in the changing room. “We know that’s not true about Roy, and non of us stood up for him. We’re fucking cowards.”

The second the doors to the changing room had closed behind you, you bumped right into a firm chest, rough hands grabbing at your arms to keep you up. Upon recognising the heather-charcoal shirt, you melted into the touch, tucking your head into the junction of his neck and shoulder without a word. Before you could vent your frustrations to the coach, he pressed a kiss to your temple, leaving his lips ghosting against your ear and you in his arms.

“Heard you in there, sticking up for me.” Roy scoffed, though not offendedly. You could almost feel his heart beating out of his chest as he held you against him. “Nice of you.”

“Of course I’d stick up for you, Roy.” You pulled your head from the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and staring up at the dark haired man you loved so much. “I’d stick up for you anytime, anywhere, to anyone.”

Roy had never been good with words; and he knew he’d never be able to truly tell you how much your actions meant to him. He often thought of himself as a has been, someone past their prime who was still hanging around cause he had nothing else going for him - but you clearly didn’t think that, and that was enough for Roy. However, he hoped that as he pulled you in for a delicate kiss, featherlight and gentle in a way you weren’t overly used to with Roy, that you understood.

You did. Completely.

[dropout-if]

I dont know who to romance 😫 everyone is so amazing

Thank you💕💕💕💕😭 I hope I can help anon.

Romance Jade/Jean if you want to feel like you're repeating a past mistake, if you want to explore the depths of the person you thought loved you and who you thought you loved. If you want fiery debates, deep conversations, and very rare moments of vulnerability. J will hurt you, and they won't realize half of the time, and the few times they do notice, J won't act apologetic. At all. It's reconciling past and present in order to potentially rekindle the spark between J and you. Being in a romance with them, though, pays off. They're loyal, protective, worried about you, they want to be involved in your life.

Romance Uma if you want to mend an open wound, if you want to explore the meaning of loneliness, of art and creativity. Uma's relationship with you is built on a very strong emotional connection that has since been neglected and left to rot. Romancing Uma means regaining their trust, revisiting the meaning of friendship. Uma's calming presence serves as a safe haven for you, their route is marked by genuine support and acceptance, it's embracing the unexpected.

Romance Statler if you want delayed gratification. If you're willing to take the risk of everything going wrong in every possible way—if you want to make terrible decisions, too. If you manage to overcome the major obstacle that's their partner Noir, Statler's route is mature and grounded. It's about quite literally forcing Statler to enjoy life, to fight for their dreams, to discover what they truly want to do. Their romance goes beyond being an old unrequited high school crush.

Romance Wanda if you want a bold and passionate experience, an unanswered question of "what went wrong?" Wanda isn't about the baggage, she won't create needless drama—there's enough surrounding her life as it is—and she expects you to do the same. Her route is built on a mix of flirtatious charm and genuine affection, a relationship that is characterized by bold gestures, heartfelt confessions, and a sense of adventure. Wanda seems like the least angsty route, and if you believe that she's without worries and concerns, she has fooled you too.

Romance Kai if you want to meet your opposite in life. If you want the kind of experience that your entire family is going to disapprove of. If you want to discover the limits of physical attraction, if you want to blur all the lines and watch as someone with very noncommittal tendencies experiences a very intense chemistry with you. Kai's route is full of witty banter and surprises, it's about opening up and overcoming past mistakes and traumas in order to properly enjoy the present.

Romance Travis if you want a grueling experience with very little communication. If you want to feel truly and genuinely hated prior to the reconciliation. Unlike J, Travis knows he can potentially hurt you. He knows you well enough to know and remember all your weaknesses, he knows how to exploit them, and he won't hesitate to do so—Travis is hurt enough he feels justified in all he says and does. If you endure Travis (regardless of a positive or negative reaction), romancing him means peeling off all his layers, slowly meeting again your old best friend.

Romance J&Kai if you want to dive headfirst into a complex web of emotions and attraction, if you're prepared to juggle the enigmatic J and the intense Kai. Both J and Kai have their quirks and challenges, and navigating their romantic dynamic is no easy feat. They're driven individuals who often clash, attempt to tear each other apart, and who will try to drag you along with them. It's about reconciling differences, and exploring the depths of your connection with both of them.

Romance Uma&Travis is like looking into a mirror of a past could have been. It’s about mending old wounds, embracing the beauty of art, and rediscovering the meaning of friendship. Uma, with their calming presence, provides a safe haven for all three of you, fostering genuine support and acceptance. While Travis may initially resist, this route is about peeling back the layers of his defenses and finding the camaraderie that was once shared in your close friendship.

[schrodinger-swriter]

Could do Carmilla with prompt 13? 😭

Prompt 13 with Carmilla

Carmilla and Rosie truly do have me re-evaluating my sexual/romantic orientation.. it's a little funny. Does it still count if it is a fictional character and only fictional characters? I'm unsure....

Regardless, I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

TAKING A BATH TOGETHER:

Bathing with your partner? More likely than you'd think with Carmilla. Similar to Lucifer in the same prompt, she has a big fancy bathtub. Being a large and successful company selling weapons can get you a lot of wealth. Despite her large hands, she is surprisingly gentle with you. She works through your hair with the most care; massaging your scalp and ridding you of all your stress. Warm and steamy, that's how Carmilla likes it. She probably also uses body scrubs, so expect to have smooth skin.

She looks like she would smell like vanilla.. so you'd probably start smelling the same too.

When Carmilla bathes she tends to do a full self care routine; face masks, exfoliation, things like that. You're going to feel brand new by the time she's done.

[dutchsbigolhands]

Jealous sex with javier escuella x fem reader?please:)

Eres Mío

summary: You were flirting with other men at the bar to see if you could get a rise out of Javier... turns out you could, but not without consequences.

Word count: 1.9k

Tags: nsfw, 18+, smut, rough sex, jealous sex, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites/hickeys/marks, choking, slight breathplay, degradation, dom/sub undertones

A/N: Thanks so much for the request anon! I had a lot of fun writing it even though I'm not super happy with the result (I probably wouldn't be regardless of how good it was gshfsdf). But I hope you enjoy! It ended up being much rougher than I had first anticipated.... but maybe that's a good thing??

You truly didn’t know what you’d gotten yourself into. At the start, you were just messing with him. You’d bat your eyelashes endearingly at a stranger just to see his face harden. At some point you’d gotten addicted to seeing him like that, so it escalated until several men had fallen under your spell. There was a sort of thrill you got from glancing at his stoic face across the bar, struggling to keep his composure. He was always so good at keeping it, you’d never expected him to lose it.

When you went to glance at him for the last time, he was approaching you quickly. You didn’t have a chance to say a word before he all but dragged you away from your stranger of choice with a strong grip on your arm. When the man dared to protest, Javier snapped back at him, pulling a knife to his throat and threatening him in his native tongue. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him so angry before.

The man was twice his size, but Javier didn’t waiver. His strong words and piercing look caused the man to eventually back off. The bar was near silent as he pulled you out by the arm and to your horses. Your pulse drummed loudly against your neck as you rode in silence back to the temporary camp you’d set up nearby for just the two of you. 

When you finally arrived, he didn’t waste any time. You’d barely touched the ground before he’d pulled you in by your waist, lips clashing against yours. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but a heated kiss was not it.

“What were you thinking?” He grumbled, breaking away from you. It wasn’t long before he had your back against the blanket covering the ground of your tent. Your lips struggled to keep up with his as he seemed to want to swallow you whole.

“Javi…” you breathed, feeling his lips trail across your jaw, then down to your neck. He nipped at your skin and your fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling desperately the strands at each graze of his teeth.

He shuddered, pulling back. In a swift motion, he gathered both of your wrists into his hand and pinned them above your head. 

“You upset me tonight, cariño,” he muttered, leaning back into your neck. You squirmed against him, wrists immobile against his strong grasp. He took a patch of skin into his mouth, sucking hard, and pulling a dark purple mark to the surface. “I want you to be mine.”

“I am,” you whined. He shook his head, still in the crook of your neck.

“You surely didn’t act like it,” he said, spite tainting his usual smooth tone. “You were sweet with just about every man in that damn bar.”

You could only whimper in response, feeling another mark being made on your neck.

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think of anyone else,” he muttered into your neck. You whined, squirming against him. You were desperate to hold onto him as he continued to decorate your neck with more marks. “And no one will want to play with a lady who’s been marked up will they?”

He dragged his lips loosely over his work before releasing your wrists and sitting back a bit. He began undoing the buttons of your shirt, grumbling in frustration when they didn’t cooperate with his eager hands. With a growl, he yanked the shirt apart, pulling some of the buttons out in the process. You were now down to your loose undergarment, but at the loss of a perfectly good shirt.

“Javi…” you groaned, aggravated he would be so desperate as to ruin your clothes.

“Hush,” he snapped. “I don’t plan on being careful with you.” He pulled the shirt past your shoulders and you sat up to let him pull it the rest of the way off. He threw it to the side, letting it be forgotten. Your undergarment was next as he fought with the fabric to get it up over your head. It joined the forgotten pile to the side as he pinned you back down and continued his pursuit of marking you up.

He’d moved away from your neck, down to your collar bone then to your breasts, leaving a trail of purple spots in his wake. He took his time, letting you squirm under him as he left mark after mark on you. He soon took one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing the bud with his teeth. You sucked in a sharp breath, the sudden stimulation startling.

He teased one breast with his mouth while his hand took care of the other, rolling the sensitive bud in his fingertips. He was already making a mess of you as your mouth hung open, taking panting breaths. You tried winding your fingers into his hair again, seeing if he’d even notice.

He hissed and pulled away from your breasts. He furrowed his dark eyebrows at you.

“You’ve lost that privilege, mija,” he growled. He took this moment to remove his own shirt and you had to fight the urge to rake your fingernails over his chest as you’d done before. You grunted, willing your hands to stay by your sides as he returned to you.

He continued his pursuit down your body, adding more marks to your breasts and stomach. You were becoming desperate for him as you kept bucking your hips upwards.

“What’re you so needy for, huh?” He pulled away from your body. “Need me to fuck you like the whore you are?”

“I’m not-” 

“Aren’t you?” He tilted his head at you then began pulling down your skirt. You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying anything else to make him more heated. “Just can’t keep those goddamn hands to yourself…”

He pulled your skirt off swiftly, leaving you completely exposed under him. He slid his fingers between your thighs and through your folds, gathering the slick that was pooling there.

“Jesus…” he said, feeling just how wet you were. “Were you this wet talking to those strangers? I bet you fucking were.” Just saying that out loud seemed to provoke him even more as he let out an exasperated sigh.

You whined, his fingers running through your folds again. Two of his fingers dipped inside you, causing you to exclaim loudly. You covered your mouth with your arm to keep you from being too loud as he worked his fingers inside you . Your nerves were overly sensitive from his words and the decorations he’d left on you.

“Now you want to be shy?” He teased. “No, take your hand away, let me hear what those men wish they could.”

“What if someone-”

“You would like it if someone heard, wouldn’t you?” He picked up the pace and added pressure to your clit with his thumb. You moved your arm and arched your back as you let out a loud moan into the crip air of the camp. “Puta.”

You recognized that word, but didn’t know what it meant exactly. All you knew is that he never used it in a positive way and certainly never used it towards you. He must have been terribly angry...

He continued to finger you quickly, to the point of overstimulation. You felt as if you were at the cusp of an orgasm for far too long. And Javier was good at making you cum, he’s done it many times before. He knew your body, perhaps better than you did, therefore he knew just how to make it suffer.

“Javier, please,” you pleaded, legs writhing at his touch. He pinned one of your thighs down roughly and remained unrelenting as his tense face watched you squirm beneath him. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh you’re sorry?” He said with a humorless laugh. “No, you just want mercy.”

He pulled his hand away and the sudden removal of stimulation made you swear spitefully at him. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and you shot back a quick apology.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, mija,” he said before beginning to undo his belt. You let out a breath of relief, but it was cut short by a hand around your throat. The sudden restriction made you grasp onto his arm in desperation.

“Don’t get fucking excited,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

You whimpered, eyes wide as a silent beg for him to release you. He did suddenly, allowing you to take in a deep, shuddering breath.

He barely gave any warning before slipping his cock into you, the slick you’ve created thus far making it easy for him. He groaned and you cried out as he pushed all the way in. Javier swore a few times in Spanish before beginning to move.

He didn’t bother starting slow, instead setting an already persistent pace. He set his palms on either side of your head, glaring down at you as he fucked you hard. Each thrust someone seemed to reach deeper and deeper. You were already left a moaning mess with your eyes tightly shut and knuckles white from gripping the blanket below.

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he growled. “No one.” He grumbled, only increasing his brutal pace. He would drag out of you slowly, then slam quickly back in, sending shockwaves through your whole body. The endurance of this man was outstanding to you, even under normal circumstances.

You opened your eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of Javier’s harsh face. You’d heard stories of him scaring away grown men with just a piercing look… but never did you think you’d see it for yourself. It struck you straight through your heart… and you truly felt guilty for what you’d done.

“Eres mío... Mío!” He spat. “Mi puta.”

You groaned, grasping onto the stiff muscle of his forearms to brace yourself against his barrage. You were growing overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure his cock was bringing you as you writhed involuntarily. His words only came in the form of his native tongue, indicating he was close. You moaned his name over and over, that being the only word you could seem to form. Your mind with blank of all other thoughts that weren’t Javier.

With a loud groan, Javier gave his last few thrusts before stopping with his cock buried deep within you. You let out several whimpers as he spilled his seed in you. You both gasped for breath, completely spent from that experience. 

Javier spoke first once he caught his breath, “don’t ever… do that to me again…” your heart strained at his words. He was furious before, but now he sounded almost sad. You reached up and put a hand to his clammy cheek.

“I won’t, I promise you,” you said with a weak smile. “I really am sorry.”

He let out a sigh, putting his hand over yours on his cheek.

“I know you are…” he said with his own weak smile. He ran his fingertips over your torso where he’d left all his marks on your skin. He laughed breathlessly. “You are so beautiful like this.”

He laid down beside you and carefully pulled you in close. You let him, nuzzling into his neck as he rested his chin on your head. It was clear to you then that he did truly love you, and there were no more hard feelings for what you’d done. Perhaps you’d talk about it when the sun came up, but for now you were simply content in each other’s arms.

A/N: I think it's kind of funny that I've written Javier exactly two times, one where he's overly sweet and one where he's overly... not lol. Anyways, thanks for reading!

[nothorses]

as i understand you and your friends have a habit of taking what can be called the "ben shapiro argument method" (taking what someone says and misconstruing it enough that they have no way to respond without looking bad, even though it has nothing to do with what was originally stated, nor does the opposer raise any real points), i have decided to present this as a nice, clear, and concise numbered list, so i hope you can respond in a way that makes sense for once! :) 1. it was not private, that person posted it on a publicly available blog, the person in question chose to make this public 2. huge difference between what you're describing and FANTASIZING about that and "corrective rape" for transgender women and cisgender lesbians as well, which is what happened 3. i never said i disagreed that trans people should come together against transphobia, i said that the word "transunitism" sounds fascist, because it does 4. unlike the person in question, i am anonymous, i am choosing to stay private, you have no right to know what i do or do not enjoy. hell, you don't even know if i am an adult, and making a leap like that is a really dangerous thing you should reassess, because if this keeps coming up, as it has proven to, and people keep saying this, as they have been proven to. you will inevitably land yourself in deep shit.

sure, let's play.

it was a (password-protected, afaik) kink roleplay blog marked NSFW and restricted to adults. that's not the same as consent, for anything. it is especially not consent to spread shit around to random individuals who also, like, do not want to fucking hear about it (as I do not) (that's also sexual harassment btw. if you even care).

what I am describing is literally what happened. what I am telling you is a. not contradicted by anything he has said elsewhere, and b. what he told me. at minimum, you should not be making the assumption or claim that the kink is his without iron-clad proof, regardless of whether or not you believe me that it was someone else's.

literally do you hear yourself.

you are saying that you believe the only difference between situations where it is or is not okay to judge a person by their kinks, spread them around to strangers, and encourage harassment against them-- is whether that information has been made available to you (even if this was not consensual).

buddy. hey.

I don't want to know about your fucking kinks, you absolute buffoon.

these tags?

blatant sarcasm. I am mocking you, because your logic is all the way unhinged.

it would be literally horrific if everyone was expected or required to publicly state their every sexual interest, fantasy, kink, thought, or act so that the entire rest of the world could judge their morality and determine how worthy of harassment they were based on fucking Thought Crime.

but your argument hinges on the assumption that everyone should know about the sexual roleplay this guy did at the request of his transfem partner a few years ago, because it makes him dangerous that he has this kink (even though he doesn't actually have this kink).

so here's my question:

how do we know you don't have these kinks? how can we be sure you're not just hiding them? anon, you could be the biggest rape fetishist in the world for all anyone else knows! you are literally anonymous- who's to say you don't have a sex roleplay blog where you act out even more scandalous and non-normative sexual fantasies? I certainly don't have any way to know!

if the only thing that makes you a "good person" here is that nobody knows about your kinks (yet), then this truly has nothing to do with the kinks themselves.

I don't want to fucking know your kinks, anon. I also didn't want to know his. I don't fucking care, I did not consent to any of this, and neither did he. both of us, and many others, have asked explicitly and for years now for this to please, please stop.

and yet here you are.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Dating HCs for any of the following?

Juuzou Shima, Satan, Lucifer, Shiro Fujimoto, or Mephisto? 👉🏻👈🏻

I saw you don't know the limit so feel free to choose whoever you feel most comfortable writing 🥰

🩵😺 (blue cat anon idk I'm making it up as I go)

Hi Blue cat Nonnie!

Thank you for requesting! i hope this is of you liking, lease let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: Out of these i picked Juuzo and Mephisto! Please go check my wors related to Shiro and Lucifer !

Juuzo:

Juuzo is the oldest sibling of the Shima family and that means he has a lot on his plate.

That being said, your dates may be interrupted by calls about family issues, about Renzo or about exorcism.

The man does try to make time for you though! It's just some things cannot be delayed, like a demon eating people.

Exactly because of these responsibilities he has, he became a reliable man and partner.

You count on him for anything you need!

I feel like Juuzo lies on the lowkey romantic guy.

He will leave notes for you around the house to take care of yourself or leave little treats for you.

He knows all favourites.

He may come off as blunt when telling you he loves you, but, he doesn't say it quite often.

Juuzo strongly believes you know you are loved.

In the scenario you feel down or upset, he will offer you a big bear hug!

Talking about hugs, Juuzo enjoys being the small spoon, but he prides himself of being the man to protect you - you have to convince him to allow you to spoon him.

He blushes alot when you request it, it's adorable.

The man enjoys home dates more than anything, but if you feel like going out he is all in!

Also the kind of guy that loves being pampered, will never admit it, but his favourite nurse is you.

He worries a lot about your safety, regardless if you are an exorcist or not.

After all you may get backlash from being his partner or die in a mission.

Please reassure him you will be safe, ok?

Mephisto:

Dating Mephisto is a wild ride.

It's hard to tell what he is thinking or if he is telling you the truth sometimes.

But exactly because it is hard to know what he is thinking about, it also make it all very fun.

Surprise dates, fancy dinners, amusement parks, you name it!

It all happens suddenly and in a drop of the hat.

Mephisto really enjoys gifting you clothes.

He balances it out between your's and his taste.

The demon also enjoys gifting you things, it can be something completely random or just flowers.

He knows about everything you like and he does an excellent job at gifting you something you would love!

Mephisto enjoys having you on his lap while he watches something from above on that fancy chairs of his.

Would you fit next to him? Probably, but lap is better.

The demon is unhinged, so brace yourself.

Expect anime dates.

He doesn't care if you are human or not, an exorcist or not.

If you are an exorcist you, he won't treat you very different regarding missions.

But he may ask for the report to be... a little too close, you know?

Mephisto also likes to have you depend on him "oh my poor little lamb, are you in need of you saviour?"

Adores when you hold him in his dog form.

But like i said before, sometimes is hard to know if he is telling the truth.

Obviously you get upset and start to overthink.

He notices you are a bit aloof. And he sort of knows why - no one trusts him in the order and the rumors doesn't help you at all.

So, whenever this happens, he takes the day off to be with you.

Anything you want. He will not answer any calls, go to the school, nope.

It's a day for you and you only.

Mephisto will also say some cheesy things to you - like pickup lines or beautiful sayings.

He tries really hard to shake your insecurities away.

In the end of the day, the best he proves to truly love you on a normal day to day thing.

How? By choosing you over anything else, unconsciously.

He does care about you a lot, the demon is willing to sacrifice whatever in order to keep you safe.

Of course, he wouldn't let you know about the lengths he is willing to go to protect you - he knows it may upset you.

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Thank you for reading!

[coeluvr]

I gotta confess, I’m having a really hard time with Lancelot, especially after the most recent update. At best, and MC’s siblings are somehow alive, Luceris is a child abuser. At worst, a child murderer, whether by his own hand or by his order. That’s as irredeemable of a character as you can get, regardless of his reasons. What happened to Farah was horrific, but he tortured an innocent child for years. That being said, you expect him to be vile.

Then you have Lancelot, who’s kind to the MC, and can possibly act as a father figure, yet he’s possibly in a relationship with the man who brutally murdered MC’s entire family and who had to be stopped from killing them after they just discovered their bodies. The damage that does to a child’s mind is immeasurable. If abusing a kid isn’t an immediate “screw you, I’m done. Whatever feelings I had for you are dead,” what should be? How do you get worse than that? Lancelot’s kindness feels far more cruel than anything Luceris could say.

It’s possible I relate to the MC’s situation too much, but having a parent who loves your abuser and puts them first despite the trauma they’ve put you through is a form of abuse itself and can take a lifetime to attempt to navigate and understand.

It actually took me a long time to come back to this IF after my first read when it was just published. I really like the story, and you’re clearly very talented and have created an amazing world with complicated, colorful characters. It can just be very hard to read personally.

I truly don’t mean any hate whatsoever, and wish you the best. You’ve definitely worked very hard.

Hi, anon! I'm not sure what to say to most of your message but I do want to say if this IF makes you feel upset or bad or any negative emotion then you should put your well-being first and stop reading this.

It won't offend me or anything in any way, I understand the topics in this story can be heavy and just messed up, and I can't promise that things won't get worse for MC in the future in terms of family and other relationships.

I'm glad you like the story but I do hope you do what is best for you. I hope you have a good day! 💗

[ihopesocomic]

On the topic of Vicious's characterization, let me know if I'm extrapolating too much here (Vicious reminds me of my own mother so I may be biased/projecting my own experience onto her a lil), but I noticed the subtle detail of her looking horrified for just a moment after slashing Hope. It illustrates how some* abusers aren't incapable of basic sympathy. In fact, they have to actively suppress their natural sympathy and the guilt they'd feel for their abusive actions by building up walls of justifications, victim-blaming, and denial. Like in this instance, Vicious is visibly shocked by what she's done at first, but she immediately leaps back to justifying and victim-blaming ("she should've backed off, it's her own fault") to shove down the guilt she otherwise rightly would have felt. Though of course, much of that guilt may also come from Vicious's own self-esteem wrt seeing herself as a "good mother", rather than truly caring about the pain she caused Hope.

This is an aspect of abuse I don't see portrayed super often in media, but it can be helpful to understand - I've known many survivors (myself included) who initially thought their loved one "couldn't be abusive, because they're not a totally heartless monster" but plenty of abusers aren't totally heartless monsters, they're just people who have extremely harmful attitudes and patterns of behaving. They are capable of feeling sympathy, guilt, regret, etc., they just choose to override or deny those feelings when it comes to how they treat their victim.

(*Disclaimer: every abusive relationship is different, so if this isn't accurate to your abuser you're still valid of course. I mean, even Jasper is quite different than what I've described above. Abuse is never justifiable regardless of how it presents.)

Thank you for your input, anon. I think you worded it better than I could.

And yeah, I'm so pleased with how Cat managed to capture that moment of Vicious having a split second moment of realising she had gone too far before then trying to shove it down and play the good ol' game of blame-shifting onto her victim.

Because yeah, Hope should've 100% expected her own mother to legit claw her face. How could she not have seen that coming? /sarcasm - RJ

[shovelbug]

I wanted to drop down another idea,, Amethio x Trans masc Reader, (preferably if they don't have supportive parents, I love what you did with the Arven headcannons,,,)

I do apologise if my wording for requests is weird,, but I hope you have a genuinely amazing day!!

not weird at all, i can understand you perfectly. Also, an Amethio request AND a transmasc reader? i owe you my life, anon. i feel truly spoiled.

Amethio x Transmasc! Reader

I honestly headcanon Amethio as transmasc as well so. T4T couple goals to be honest.

That aside, Amethio's response to you being trans is pretty neutral, regardless of where you are in your transition or how you tell him.

It's as simple as a nod, and maybe "I see. Thank you for telling me."

And then he just goes on with his day.

It doesn't change how he views you at all, you're still just. yourself. Not really his style to make a big deal of it.

That's not to say he doesn't care, though.

If he ever has any questions, he takes care to say them as politely as possible and doesn't pressure you to answer, and listens intently if you do.

Will help remind you to take breaks while binding/make sure you aren't pushing yourself if you ask him to, for example.

Occasionally will see something with the trans flag on it or with trans flag colors and will hand it to you/get it for you.

"This seems like something you'd like."

If someone's being an asshole to you, whether it be a family member or stranger on the street, he'll swiftly intervene.

"Excuse me. Just what do you think you're saying to my boyfriend?"

He doesn't even have to battle them. If his icy glare isn't enough to scare them off, the very angry Ceruledge looming over his shoulder is.

Then will pull you away, muttering something under his breath about what a nuisance that person is.

As for your family, well, Amethio is most likely to just tell you not to engage with them at all. In his eyes, there's no use in being around others like that.

He knows sometimes it's not that easy, though.

So if you have to deal with it, he'll just nod in understanding. He knows you're more than capable on your own, but he does worry.

Tells you to let him know if anyone says anything to you, and that he'll settle it in a pokemon battle.

You might think he's joking. He's not.

Ceruledge and Corviknight both love you too so they'll throw a fit if anyone makes you upset.

His job means he may not be able to come with you if you have to see your family, so he finds himself checking his phone more than usual when on a mission, wondering if you're okay.

Zir and Conia notice that he seems more distracted than usual, and wonder if he's worrying about something

Will text you more often, too. Expect messages at regular intervals inquiring as to if you are okay and how things are going, if he needs to pick you up.

"Ame, you can't just drop everything on your mission for me."

"I can and I will."

Afterwards, will just sit with you and spend some time with you to make up for his absence. He's not the most experienced in comfort if that's what you need, but he'll hold you and make sure you're not alone, and will listen to you talk or vent or rant or whatever.

Alternatively, if you'd like some space, he understands and is more than happy to give you that, too.

"You're a strong and capable person and trainer, more than you give yourself credit for. don't let those blind to that fact make you doubt yourself."

[wetcatspellcaster]

I love your work so much! Thank you for giving us the DVD commentary. I’m so torn picking a scene from your fics but I landed on this one.

“Astarion made to step towards her. Rosalie made her decision, and raised the poker higher, making him pause. Then, she stretched her left hand out in front of her.

“But I was thinking back to the olden days,” she said, keeping her eyes on him, where he stood warily back, clearly worried she was going to hit him again. “About how I used to just jump off things, and break fucking bones, and all I would do is take the pain. Then I'd turn to Shadowheart, and I'd ask her to heal me.”

Astarion’s brow furrowed, and before he could get it Rosalie gritted her teeth, and pivoted so her free hand rested on the edge of the sideboard. Hey, if I break more of his furniture, it’s an added bonus, she thought - and then she bought the iron poker down on her wrist.

Magical items were often, for all intents and purposes, indestructible.

Wrists. Not so much. Rosalie often swore her bones felt more brittle these days.

“NO!” Astarion cried, as she herself shrieked, and raised the poker, and bought it down again.

Two hits was enough, but she managed three before her vision started to spot and blacken at the edges. The hand was a pulp, the bracelet remained a perfect silver circle. The skin started weeping blood, which was probably not a good call, in the ol’ vampire mansion. Still, needs must. Rosalie could practically feel herself fighting a giggle.

As she raised her hand to examine it, magic came flooding back exactly as she had been hoping. Why did the bracelets come in pairs? It could’ve been Astarion’s weird aesthetic preferences, but then, if it was, she would’ve expected some chains there in the mix as well. She figured there must be a reason both wrists were bound.

The pain roiled through her like nausea, and one of the shackles fell away from the meat of her limp, flattened fingers.

She started to swoon a little, and Astarion was suddenly there, right next to her, his arm around her waist, holding her up before she could black out and fall to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” Astarion said, sounding genuinely horrified. “What does this achieve, darling? You can’t cast spells without both your hands, and it’s not like you can hold the poker and get the other wrist. I’ll need to find you a healer. What if you’ve prevented yourself from ever casting a spell again? You love your magic. Oh, dearest heart, good gods. You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.”

“Don’t need the other wrist,” she panted, imagining a world where she could stick around enough to vomit on his clothes as promised. “The only somatic gesture I need, is this.”

She dropped the poker with a clatter, raised her good hand, gave him the finger.

Then, she shouted the verbal component for Dimension Door, and winked out of existence. Astarion was left grasping on air.”

Hey anon, thank you for being kind and wanting to play the ask game with me!

I am genuinely trying to remember now if in Howl's Moving Castle and subsequent books Sophie ever chased Howl with a fire poker. I'm trying to remember if I truly imagined this or read it in a fanfic or whatnot. Anyway, regardless of whether I invented this scene from HMC or not, book Howl/Sophie was the energy I was bringing to this scene lmao.

My characters took a lot of fall damage in BG3, truly just short resting every time we took a stealth route in Act 1 bc I was not wasting spellslots on Featherfall. Anyway, the entire concept of fall damage but also just healing makes me think adventurers in particular would be way more at peace with grievous bodily harm. Poor Shadowheart.

The antimagic bracelets are a homebrewed magic item from my D&D game! They negate anything that counts as a spell or magical effect. Fun fact: in my D&D game, my players confronted a hot evil wizard man in his office and through a series of checks (including a Nat 1 dex save from him) they just put the bracelets on him. They entirely negated combat and instead plunged themselves into the true struggle of every D&D party: an awkward conversation. With a man shackled by jewelry.

The brittle wrists thing is autobiographical. I already feel like a glass canon bag of twigs so I imagine in my 40s my wrists will be the first thing to go.

That being said, I have no idea if hitting your hand a few times at full whack would actually do anything or have any of the effects I describe, it just sounded cool at the time.

A few comments (that I've yet to reply to) have noted that Astarion's final speech here is very hypocritical, and it absolutely is. He took away her magic, he's suddenly worried she'll never have magic again... But at his end, he knows that the antimagic bracelets are temporary. He only needs to take her magic away until they've sorted out this wee understanding and she's no longer going to use it to fireball him. He wasn't planning on keeping her magic from her forever, just until they finish their conversation... etc. Meanwhile this is a permanent consequence, and that idea horrifies him.

Dimension Door only has a verbal spell component to be cast, and thank god otherwise my plot would've been literally in tatters! I'm so glad 5e made it easy for her to get away

This is also foreshadowing, bc Astarion says that people can't teleport in and out of the house but then Rose succeeds... seems like, mayhaps, she's the exception to the rule ~ x

"You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.” You see, not to stand in Ascended!Astarion's corner for a brief second, but maybe when you now hang out with vampires and devils and go the Hells every once in a while, your relative curve for morality gets thrown off, and while other people are horrified by your behaviour all you can see is how much worse you could be, and how much worse you've seen other monsters act...

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[clone-force-333]

Farewell, From The Boys Of CF333!

After much deliberation, Clone Force 333 has decided to end our missions.

There's a lot that could be said about why, but we've always tried to stand by a message of positivity so I'd like to keep that even now, and the bottom line falls in the same place regardless of our individual reasons: it isn't humble to our original purpose anymore.

And I’m gonna be so dramatic about it.

I don't regret a single moment of it even now. Nothing will take away the fun of planning an attack, of giggling as we make a silly plot, of forgetting the drop and having to reschedule 5 times over, of still messing it up anyway. Truly, it's a miracle the one thing we didn't mess up is we all hit anon every time!

Clone Force 333 was my love letter to the fandom, where I could find a way to give some love behind a mask when I didn't know how to do it as myself, because I believe this to be the most selfless form of kindness; to give without taking. There is no obligation to return it, just to have it. I find this a rare quality nowadays when people confuse kindness as a tool to farm kindness for themselves, and not just for kindness sake.

Remind yourself in giving, you cannot expect to take It will only make you bitter, and what's left will go to waste

We were inspired by none other than a certain someone who regularly sends drones of anon hate, it was pretty annoying to see so many people targeted by one person with a gang of friends who had no problem being bullies. A third of CF333 ourselves have been targeted by this person. But I figured, y'know what? If they can send hate en masse, why can't I send love? Coupled with the inspiration from our beloved Clone Anon- and Clone Force 333 just kinda happened.

What started as us just assigning numbers to send a love bomb ended in so much more. These numbers were given names, ranks, and personalities that brought them to life. They aren't just "Clone Force 333" to us, they're OCs that we make headcanons for, roleplay as, and draw/write. Most of all, they are one of the most unifying things shared among the little online circle I call an internet family.

It's unfortunate to have to say goodbye, I definitely had a lot of plans that will never see the light of day, however it's simply better to end things sometimes instead of forcing them to work.

Not only are we ending our attacks, but we have also decided to come public with some of our identities. We want to treat these clones like our other OCs and have them on our blogs, and it seems the best way to do this is to just out ourselves to avoid anything else happening.

One thing to be made clear about this is that it is not an invitation to reach out to us about CF333. This is so that we can just rip the bandaid off and go back to being us with the OCs we made and have become so deathly attached to. In fact, the only reason I will say as to "why" we called it off is that some of the public responses made us uncomfortable. So really, we'd prefer it if people didn't treat us as anything other than us. We were never anything but just one of you too, you know? That stands for the RP blogs as well, more than the character, there's a human behind that url, so maybe act like it.

So, thank you for it all, goodbye to you Please let me congratulate you, too Lastly let me say farewell to we I won't forget you, hope you think of me

So, a final farewell from me. Not just as CT-1363, Captain Angel: but also as Jack, your local fandom menace~

As always, Stay Golden 💛

Our members are listed below:

(Note: we have some members not listed, only the ones who joined for attacks and are current)

Angel: If you know, you know (that I'll bite)

Chovi: @techs-ass

Ghost: @staycalmandhugaclone

Everest: MIA

Curly: @errondaperson

Luca: @echos-girlfriend

Hutch: @techs-girlfriend

Sumi: MIA

[golbrocklovely]

covered their names. i get that pretty much anyone could find their names out there, i'm just not gonna be the place for that. hope you understand.

short answer, yeah. longer answer, kind of lol

i do think they have something going on with them, i just don't know if that thing is serious/long term. but i don't think they are just friends with the girls, like some fans are trying to imply.

slight side tangent to your ask, but... i get that a lot of fans want an answer. they want to know if snc are truly dating these girls, and they want that answer to come directly from snc. i understand that. however, there is one fan in particular that has made it their soul mission to just constantly bombard snc, asking if the m and k are their gfs. and it's very odd and weird behavior to have, even for a fan.

respectfully, no one deserves an answer. you (not you specifically anon, just the general fandom) are not owed an answer. snc don't have to share anything with us about their private lives.

and before anyone reading this gets pissy and says "oh but they don't hide it either, so what do they expect? if they want privacy, they shouldn't post anything at all". first and foremost, the reason we even know about these girls is bc THEY posted shit before and then pics LEAKED of snc and them on nye. snc had no involvement in any of this shit happening. sure, sam comments on the girls pics. and they reposted them to their story like once. they've done that with other girls too, idk why this is the one that deserves an explanation.

not to mention, snc are allowed to share and not share shit about their private lives. it's odd to see many fans have the sentiment of "if they don't want ppl to comment on it, they shouldn't post anything about it". you are a person with a public profile who posts about their private life, correct? does that mean a random nobody is allowed to come up in your dms and say this that and the other thing about you, just bc you posted publicly about something? no. so then why is that allowed with snc? just bc they're public figures? bc they make money online via fans? i don't get it.

bc even if snc never posted about their private lives, yall would speculate. yall would make up shit and run with it, which is what happens anyway. so it's a catch 22 regardless.

just be nice and have sympathy. and know when not to cross boundaries. it's that simple. holy shit lol

(again, none of this is directed at you anon. this is mostly just me venting)