#she has a different type of ✨trauma✨

[austinbutlerslovers]

Peak of Pleasure

Label Mature 18+

Summary Vernon Jefferson Peak is a charismatic cult leader whose trending influence lulls your best friend into “fully immersing" with his ideologies. You reluctantly follow her for a weekend as she joins his cult...just to make sure she's safe.

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❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Vernon Jefferson Peak x you • enemies to lovers • hidden attraction • sexual tension • modern cult setting • skeptic turned believer •flirting • sweet talk • dirty talk • tattoo fetish • edging • praise kink • hair pulling • male submission • oral on fem • body worship • desk sex • sensual sex • climax control • mutual pleasure • mutual climax • cream pie • after care

✨ Inspo-new character development via trailer footage💘

Peak of Pleasure

As an online yoga instructor with a massive following, your viewer count skyrockets when gyms shut down and people are mandated to remain indoors. 

Your content becomes a place to restore when people need strength, balance….sanity.

You become that source. A calm face in yoga sets, whispering mantras and grounding poses from your living room, your voice becoming the inner calm to their daily anxieties.

Emma, your best friend and roommate edits the videos. She cuts them beautifully syncing soundtracks, adding captions, thumbnails, and creating titles that boost engagement with a honed skill. 

She used to be a film major before everything shifted but lately she’s been distracted.

Her trauma has always been present at the edges of her smile, years with a manipulative ex, loyalty to a dismissive family… you know her history all too well, and you begin to worry about her as your subscriber count breaks 800k.

Because as you’re thriving…she’s spiraling.

You start to notice her spending more time on her phone, doomscrolling. Her screen always lit with videos of a man named Vernon Jefferson Peak.

You roll your eyes the first time you hear his name. But Emma speaks it with reverence.

“He’s different,” she insists one night, her eyes glowing in the light of her phone. “He’s not fake like the others. He talks about sovereignty… like real, emotional liberation. He says past trauma is a form of imprisonment. He’s helping people reset their minds. Doesn’t any of that… resonate with you?”

You want to tell her no. That it sounds culty. That he’s a charismatic manipulator with a handsome face and nice camera equipment. 

But you know Emma…. and you know what she’s been through….she’s the target audience for this type of content.

She becomes increasingly fixated scrolling through his social media, consuming his content and ideologies; his TED Talks, his live streams, reading his bestsellers, retweeting his messages and watching his YouTube videos with conviction.

Until finally she goes too far.

The day she tells you she’s been accepted and will be joining Vernon Jefferson Peak at his compound in the fall to “fully immerse herself,” your blood runs cold.

“Emma I’m going with you,” you say resolutely. “Just for a weekend as you get settled ” 

She brightens with excitement not sensing your concern. “Really? You’ll love it.“ she smiles. “Just wait until you meet him.”

You don’t say anything, you don’t tell her you’re going just to watch over her and make sure she’s safe….to make sure she doesn’t throw her life away for some charismatic deranged cult leader.

On the evening you arrive to the gates of the compound, it’s just after dusk. The Arizona sky glows a deep indigo, and the stars above are shining so brightly you can see entire constellations stretching overhead.

The ranch is sprawled wide across the open land, with string lights draped across wooden beams, casting a warm, golden glow over the place at night.

A bonfire blazes in the distance licking the night sky, while laughter and music flow through the air. 

The compound weaves rustic charm with opulence, blending wooden cabins and sprawling pastures in the distance, all centered around a main lodge that could grace the pages of a luxury magazine.

It’s a fever dream of a place, and it screams Vernon Jefferson Peak.

Emma pulls her bag along, practically skipping as a group of followers she knows greet you both with warm hugs.

They seem intelligent, wide-eyed, and glowing. Peak’s inner circle, you assume.

Emma fits right in with them her laughter easy as they lead you to your cabin. 

The cabin itself is surprisingly accommodating, cedar walls, a fireplace, soft wool blankets draped over plush armchairs.

It’s warm and inviting…almost too inviting. 

Emma tosses her bag onto a bunk and immediately starts unpacking a few things for the night. 

As she settles in you stand on the porch looking across the beautiful landscape, thinking about how perfect it would be to film yoga videos here.

In the distance, you see a group approaching, four or five figures, their silhouettes sharp against the glow of a bonfire. 

At the center is a man, tall and unmistakable. 

Vernon Jefferson Peak.

He’s even more striking in person. Long, wavy brunette hair frames his face, falling just past his jaw, and his broad shoulders fill out a loose linen shirt that’s unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of intricate tattoos snaking across his chest and down to his wrists. 

He’s handsome in a mysterious, untamed kind of way…like a poet who’s spent too much time in the wilderness. 

His presence is magnetic, commanding, and you can see why people fall for him. 

He’s got that aura of someone who could have any one he wants, and you can’t help but wonder if that’s the whole point of this place.

As he gets closer, his blue eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with a playful intensity. He points a finger, his lips curling into a coy grin. 

“You’re not one of mine,”he says enticingly, and you can’t help but grin. He’s not only handsome, he’s charming. 

“No I’m not but my friend Emma is and I need to know that she’s safe here, she’s been though…a lot,“ you admit.

“She’ll be safe here,” he promises, his voice rich with a confidence that’s almost too perfect. 

You smile, studying him wondering if this is the real him, or just the new-age sage act he’s perfected for his followers.

He doesn’t break eye contact, and there’s a spark in his gaze, like he’s enjoying the challenge. 

Emma bursts onto the porch, practically glowing.

“I’m so happy to finally be here,” she says breathlessly.

“We are happy to have you, Emma,” Vernon says, his voice warm and resonant, carrying that magnetic pull you’ve come to recognize. 

“You’re part of something bigger now, a collective bound by truth.” He says, flashing her a warm smile, then looks back at you.

Your skeptical arms crossed over your chest, there’s a resistance behind your eyes and he sees it.

“Let me show you around so you can see what this place is really about,” he offers.

Emma’s already nodding eagerly, and you just know she wants you to join with her, and with the way Vernon’s looking at you with unmistakable intrigue, you agree to his offer.

Vernon walks slowly, hands clasped behind his back as the compound unfolds around you; greenhouses filled with herbs and plants, solar panels, a communal dining hall that smells of warm sourdough bread and ginger-laced kombucha.

“You really live like this?” you ask.

“Yes, self-sustaining and awakened.” He answers.

You raise a brow. “What does that even mean Vernon?” you grin.

He laughs softly. “It means everything in life has a balance, has a purpose ” He says his eyes searching yours. “Your followers… they’ve grown during this time, haven’t they?”

You blink. “Yeah, people want to stay healthy. They’re stuck inside.”

“They want more than health,” he reveals. “They want sovereignty over their bodies. Their thoughts. They crave what your yoga teaches without realizing it—stillness without stagnation, discipline without shame.”

You slowly grin in acknowledgment because you realize he’s been watching your content. He’s deep, and he gets it, and as he grins back you hate how much it thrills you.

By the time you reach the main lodge, you’re almost enjoying yourself.

Inside the place is a masterpiece of wealth and taste. Polished oak floors, towering windows, walls lined with books and abstract art.  

“Is this where you keep all the virgins?” you joke, your sarcasm a shield.

He smiles slowly. “I’m a human rights activist. I would never prey on the innocent.”

“Sorry,” you say quickly. “I’m not used to… any of this.” you admit.

He watches you fondly a slow smile forming. “If you knew about me, you’d know my stance on sovereignty. I want open minds, people who are ready to be awakened, and that includes the freedom to doubt me.” He says.

You take a moment to process his words. He isn’t what you expected, and his sincerity catches you off guard, unraveling all of your assumptions. 

Slowly, you gaze up at him and really look, seeing past the tattoos and dark allure to the conviction burning in his blue eyes.

He’s not just a cult leader with good lighting. He’s a man who speaks with compassion for a cause he truly believes in.

And suddenly, you understand what Emma has seen all along.

“Why make all this then, if you’re not taking advantage?” you ask quietly.

“Because the world is drowning in soft lies,” he says. “People need truth. I speak it… even when it costs me.”

“And the fame of it?” You ask.

“If it amplifies the message… I’ll use it.” He answers 

You believe him.

You wish you didn’t, but you do.

His gaze lingers. “Someone like you… with a presence, a platform. You could help others awaken too.”

You grin slyly “Are you recruiting me?”

“I’m very interested in you,” he answers, his voice more velvety, and you blush as he smiles, his eyes blue eyes filled with attraction.

He’s intelligent, he’s intense, and despite all your reservations you’re even starting to fall for him.

“Come. I want to show you something.” He says guiding toward a heavy oak door.

You step into his private office and firelight glows across the space. White walls, vintage rugs, a camera rig facing a leather chair. His filming setup is leagues beyond yours and you're impressed.

“Is this where you speak to the world?” you tease, circling the room, your eyes tracing the bookshelves and firelit desk.

He nods as he grins, his blue eyes tracking you with quiet intensity.

You smile faintly. “Must be hard… managing all this.”

“I have a team that believes in the work.” he says.

Your eyes study the tattoos across his chest, snaking down his arms to the backs of his hands, and you step closer, emboldened, curious.

“Who’s the real Vernon?” you pry, as you look at him “the man buried beneath all these tattoos” you grin. 

He tilts his head, then slowly unbuttons his shirt, pulling the linen aside revealing more of the ink on across his chest.

You exhale softly the slight gesture already undoing you.

The firelight dances over his skin, highlighting the intricate designs. 

“Every mark is a memory I refused to forget,” he says, his voice heavy with emotion. “A lesson, a fight, a truth.”

His words settle in your chest like heat.

You barely realize you’ve spoken it aloud until you say “…Take it off for me.”

His smile deepens.

And he obeys.

The shirt slides off his shoulders and his undershirt follows, leaving his chest bare, his abs cut and lean, every part of him inked like scripture.

You can barely breathe as a second heartbeat drums at your core.

“Must be so hard—” you confess, before correcting yourself. “having so many followers” you add, as you step closer unable to resist touching him.

“Having people admire you” your says hands trialling over the panes of his chest.

“Praise you,” you breathe, fingers trailing down the ridges of his abs to his waist band. “Giving you anything you want without a second thought.” 

He catches your wrist and you can see the bulge in his thin linen pants, the size of him at least six inches as your core clenches.

His hand slides up your neck cupping your chin making you look into his eyes  “It has its advantages ” he confesses and against all your better instincts, you slowly lean in and kiss him already too far gone.

Your mouths slide together in a desperate kiss that drowns out every rational thought. 

He’s all you want, his taste, his heat, his intensity. You pull back, breathless, and carefully lift your sweater over your head, revealing the yoga set, black leggings and a sports top beneath.

Vernon’s blue eyes darken with desire as he helps you peel off each piece, your top, your leggings, shoes and socks, finally sliding off your panties leaving you bare before him. 

His hands slide over your body with reverence tracing every dip every curve. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, his voice rough with want. “You were meant to come here. You were meant for me.” His gaze says it all as he lifts you onto his desk, the cool wood a sharp contrast to your heated skin.

He kicks off his shoes, then pulls his linen pants and boxers down, stepping out of them. His cock is hard and thick in his grip as he strokes himself, kissing you with a passion that makes your core clench.  His hand fumbles through his desk drawer until he retrieves a condom, tearing it open putting it on his cock with careful, precision.

You wait legs apart watching as he rolls it all the way up and you try not swear at how pretty he looks in the firelight, how large his cock is. Hes back against you kissing your mouth as he tries to pulls your legs around his waist but your hand slowly snakes up to his neck gripping  his hair firmly.

“Please me first,” you say, your voice low and commanding and you tug him down by his hair, guiding him to his knees. 

He sighs in pleasure, his hands gripping your thighs. “Show me how much you want me,” you order, and he groans, a sound of pure devotion, as you pull him between your thighs.

His tongue is relentless, lapping and sucking, his lips grazing your clit as he moans against you. He’s wild, divine, the wet sounds filling the room as he devours you, his tattooed shoulders flexing with every movement of his mouth buried between your legs. 

Your back arches, fingers tightening in his hair, and you begin to come quickly, moaning his name like it’s the only word you know.

You’re still gasping as he stands, towering in front of you, his chiseled abs, and intricate tattoos on full display as his wavy brunette hair frames his face, his cock large and perfect in his hand. He lines himself up, his eyes searching yours with heated intensity. “May I have you?” he asks, his voice soft but laced with urgent desire.

“Yes,” you nod, spreading your legs wider, “you can have me” you encourage him and he pushes forward slowly, his cock sliding in to a depth that steals your breath, and a shuddering moan escapes you as he guides your hands to hold his shoulders. 

You watch his tattoos flex with each deliberate thrust, your walls clenching tighter with every powerful movement drawing him in even deeper.

His groans are loud in your ears, his pleasure peaking as he loses himself in the haze of it. 

“Yes, Vernon,” you praise, placing a hand across his throat and his hips stutter, eyes squeezing shut as he moans in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare come,” you moan, and he keeps his pace, his body tensing as his cock hits a spot that makes you gasp, sparks shooting through your core as your hips buck against him. “You feel so good to me,” you praise, kissing his full lips, and he kisses you back, wrecked and surrendered.

His hands slide under your thighs, cupping them and pulling you into each thrust as you stare into his eyes. “I love this,” he rasps, his voice raw. “I love your body.” He says hips thrusting harder “I love your mind.” He breathes.

His words bring your pleasure to a peak, and you start to come, your nails raking over his tattooed back, urging him on as he kisses you between breaths moving together as one.

Your body is trembling, your core throbbing  with pleasure as you orgasm . “Please, Vernon,” you moan, begging him to come, and he does holding your thighs apart wider giving you the most intense thrusts of his cock. 

You brace your hands behind you on the desk  surrendering to the pleasure as you moan his name like me a prayer. His hips clap between your thighs as his hands hold you in place and he finishes with a shuddering moan, making your walls clench tightly around him as you feel his cock pulsing deep inside. 

He waits a moment, both of you panting, staring into each others eyes, then pulls his hips back sliding his cock free. You rest back on the desk, propped on your elbows, legs spread and dangling over the edge as you watch him slide the condom off. 

A wide grin spreads across your face, and he looks at you, standing between your legs, his palms pressing onto the desk as he leans over you. “What?” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

“We just had sex… where you film all your content,” you say, tilting your head back with an exhaustive laugh.

He grins, his eyes warm and reverent. “I want to film new content with you.” He admits his voice softening. “I want you to stay…..”

You smile warmly as he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately, and you realize you’ve fully converted into a Peak Believer after all.

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[mcllover]

How do you think the characters from my candy life are in bed? If you're comfortable talking about this, of. Please don't feel pressured to answer/ talk about this. ❤️

I want to hear your opinion, but here is mine:

FOR NATH: I saw different illustrations with Nath where he is under candy and she has "control" and I think he might be prone to be... a bottom? Like not all the time, but most of the time. The only thing is that he would've been/is like this only with her. In the past during his many one nights stand and meaningless sex, he would've always be dominant and in control. Never giving the reins to the other girls, always showing that he was in control of the situation. But with Candy, he feels safe 🥺, he feels like he can relax, be taken care of 💕, but he gradually gave her control on top, maybe not at first, not because he didn't trust her, it could've been a little difficult for him, that's all.

If he is on top, I think he'll be a gentle Dom and wouldn't want to hurt Candy in any other way. He definitely wouldn't be into pain or into putting his partner in pain. Due to trauma and bad choices, I feel like he likes praise and reassurance. In the game , in non sexual context, we see him blushing when she is giving him compliments or praising him. I don't know word by word, but saying things like he is an amazing person and he's also working on himself (during the honeymoon trip while talking a little that he's taking therapy). We also see him liking to be called inspector by her. Of course, he wants make her enjoy it !

He definitely wonders at some moments how he managed to win her when he was still in dangerous illegal activities. He loves her so much and she would be the only person in the world that could make him feel those things and want to be a better person for. 😭 He would do anything for her.

FOR CASTIEL: I think he might be a switch. We've seen him at one point initiate, but Candy wanted to take the lead and he was completely on board with it. He just wants to give her pleasure and make it enjoyable. He would be mesmerized by her! He would only be a switch with her tho. Like the one night stands that he had with her when he tried to "forget her" after doing it. He was with the other one night stands in the past like that, being a dom.

I think he only had meaningful sex and made love with her. 🥺❤️ I also feel like he would be a gentle Dom. Like Nath, he would do anything for Candy and he would feel understood by her. Candy's presence is the only he craves and loves to infinity!

FOR RAYAN: I think he is an ass man and is more in charge. But I am not exactly sure about him about this topic.

FOR HYUN and PRYA: No idea, I did not play their routes.

What about you? What do you think about the little cinnamon rolls? 🥰 And what is your opinion about my headcanons?

-Selenophile 🌙🌌✨

Oof, it took me a long time to write this and I just saw how long it was. 😭

🔞⚠ MDNI ⚠🔞

Well, I think you're totally right, I see Nath as the type of loving making love to the person he loves, many kisses exchanged and soft words and praises. I also think you're right about letting Candy takes charge but he'll like to be the one to tell her what to do from time to time.

I think you're right for Casteil but when he's dom he likes it rougher than Nath

For Rayan, most of his NSFW illu his doing it from the back so i guess he likes it from the back but he worships Candy so much his hands would be all over her, not a part of her body isn't loved by him.

Armin is a hard dom no question asked, he likes tie her hands and probably loves leaving marks

For Priya she's a switch depending on how her and Candy feels, she love holding Candy tight and love the intimacy too

For the other i never did their routes so i dont know

[yescallmejosey]

My Eurymene headcanons

Note: this is before the troyan war

— Eurylochus learned how to cut Ctimene’s hair because every time she tries to do it herself, she ends up getting impatient and ripping half of it off

— Ctimene and Eurylochus spar almost every Saturday. She uses her skills with her spear and Eurylochus uses his buster sword (look I have no ideas what it’s called). Most would consider it play fighting but is it play fighting if Eurylochus ended with a broken leg once?

— Ctimene is really bad at communicating her feelings because of ✨trauma✨ so when she fights with Eurylochus or needs to have a talk with him, she often babbles or ends up not being able to explain herself properly. This is the reason why she started to communicate through either making vases and painting her concerns on them or if she doesn’t have enough patience to so, she writes it down.

— Eurylochus keeps all of the letters hidden in a wooden box that guess what? It was carved by Ctimene, though meant to be for his weapons and special treasures

— “Eurylochus, you’re supposed to keep treasures like- I don’t know, gold!”

— “Your concerns and thoughts are treasures to me”

— Eurylochus, who outside his relationship with Ctimene is more careless with his actions, tends to keep his wife on a leash to make sure she doesn’t say the wrong thing at the wrong time. And when she does, he stares a her with an expression that just says "Dont go there"

— Ctimene did not know how to cook before dating Eurylochus, in fact she could burn almost everything she touched. But after seeing the affinity the man has towards new foods and the art of cooking, she started learning how to cook different dishes. And at the time where he was just her brother’s friend, it became useful. Eurylochus likes a special type of pastries? Ctimene will make it just to put it at the table of a feast for him to notice and proudly tell him she made them.

— All of the vases and plates in their home are made by Ctimene and I mean ALL of them.

[lavatichellborn]

Eyes (aka how I fucked Heatwave and Accelerate over at opposite ends of the spectrum)

So the eyes I made right, these eyes. So when it comes to eye color and pupil shapes, those hold a lot of meaning or change in how a bot is perceived or actual medic signs.

So squares, triangles and circles are the most common pupil shapes being generally what majority of transformers have. Usually it’s most common among the lower class and anyone who’s just trying to get by before the war.

More intricate detailed pupils were signs that a bot would have greater natural skill. Some are more easier tells then others on what skill, like crosses for medics. And x’s for more explorer skills so they send those out to scout other planets.

Some are a little harder to tell like Quickshadow’s spiral and Accelerate’s wheel. They are part of the few that have a true pupil, while the other types are actually more like irises, their eyes are of the few that have true pupil.

Now true pupils …usually come with bad omens attached to them. It usually ends with the stigma that something is wrong with the bot resulting in others staying away. This is more a superstition and has no basis unlike the other pupil types. It’s more of genetic mutation than anything else. And the something wrong is because others push them away because of eye repeating a cycle of causation correlation scenario.

For a lot of bots they usually end up with their usual pupils, it is possible to get a mod to change it, which is why more funky shapes can happen, and it’s usually easy to tell that it’s a fake eye shift unless it’s a spy grade shifter. Quickshadow has that sort of mod, the eyes I have her are her real ones but when she would be introduced in my au, she uses the mod cause again the stigma of real pupils.

Ace didn’t have this, combine with being a newer bot so no one knew him or could understand him without superstition, and that lead to a lot of being alone becuase no one wanted to come near him. Which again circles right back around to something being wrong with them, when really it’s cause you got a kid with ADHD, a lot of trauma, and developed into a pathological liar and narcissist problem that thankfully is going to therapy by the later points of the au.

And then there’s Diamond. …This is where things go a little off. So for Primes, all of them have star shaped pupils, not ⭐️ but ✨. This is for every prime, including Optimus when I make him. While the original primes all had this, this pupil shape has been lost, and only the bearer of the matrix of leadership can have it. …And then diamond eyes were. Now diamond pupils were what the first generation of transformers had when they first came out of the well. But that shape died off as time went on until it was thought to be extinct.

But it was still possible that bots could be born with them. While the shape itself didn’t really affect anything about the bot, it did change the perspective of them. Because having diamond eyes socially meant you were more closer in spark with the first generation, aka, the closest ones right after the primes. So you were seen with much higher standards because you were more tied with the primes, even if it really isn’t. Only a few diamond eyed bots ever existed, ..and Heatwave was one of them, and given how rare rare it was, might as well be the only one.

But that’s not the only thing that screwed him and Ace over.

Now for eye color blue and red are the most common, practically 60% of all bots had these eyes colors even if the shades are different. More unique colors were a lower chance but possible like greens, yellows and oranges and really any color except pink, monotone shades (aka whites greys and blacks) or purple were possible.

Purple because dark energon, monotone shades cause that usually means a bot is dying or dead, and pink because that usually means the bot is sick with something and the energon is going to their eyes. The only way to have these colors is with mods but that’s not what’s important.

What matters is how heterochromia and gold eyes are looked at.

Heterochromia like the true pupil issue, is negatively seen. Well a version of it. Now heterochromia where two of the eyes are different colors completely, okay that’s chill. Where it’s two unique eye colors complete, a little less. Segmental heterochromia, ohh that’s were it gets funky. And segmental with unique eye colors completely oh boy. And that with the pupil being a completely separate color from any of the other ones, yeah that’s a recipe for you are considered an outcast. No one is quite sure where it came from, but it’s stuck around long enough to stick

So yeah Ace was screwed over because of genetic lottery after he came from the well and nothing good came out of that until he met Salvage who being young like him did not know anything about the eye and pupil thing so it was the first friend Ace ever had.

Now gold, …well gold as a color completely is directly associated with the primes. No other bot besides the primes had gold in their color scheme. While none of them had golden eyes, anything naturally gold on a bot, yeah you are extra special. It’s said that once a generation, one bot will have something golden, which gives the view that this bot will be a great leader or at least uber important. And gold eyes were that thing. So when a once a generation bot is born with gold eyes it’s a whole thing, but none of them before had diamond pupils. You can see where this is going.

Oh and another thing, when a pupil is at least somewhat filled, with a space that has no gaps between it, that’s extra level of you are going to be someone important

So both of them won the genetic lottery of screwed over in different ways.

Heatwave got every good part, and that drove others away because it felt like they couldn’t be in his presence. It really messed with his head and gave him anger issues and a drive to be the best of whatever he was going because of it. Even drove him away from his parents Inferno and Red Alert because they too had issues being in their son’s presence.

So Heatwave after leaving got a mod to give himself basic yellow eyes and a square pupil so people could leave him alone and he could live his life without this thing hanging over him. None of the team or even Optimus learn about his eyes until like year 5 of him living on Griffin Rock. Which has its own arc that I’ll see and work on later on.

And Ace well, he was already born during the war, he was undiagnosed, he was alone, and he had the stigma of his own eyes that drove away any parental figure. So yeah, won the genetic lottery for words eyes you could possibly get.

So yeah this has been my ramble for eyes and me making connections for Ace and Heatwave and their issues when it comes to their eyes and the father son relationship they’ll have

[callsigndreadfrost]

[  🧱  ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? What are their core values?

This is probably the grayist version of Loke there is out there. He legit doesn't really care about anything except the well being of the people he cares about. He’s in conflict with being a person that despite his own traumas and fears he also doesn’t wanna see others in misery. Like he sees his own situation and just wouldn’t wish it on anyone else so if he can be of any help he will though he’ll always make sure the people he cares about are okay.

[  🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? What are they like, and how is your muse different?

This IS one of the AUs. At his core he’s similar to his canon version but the Fallout one differs in ruthlessness and unchecked violence.

[  😱  ] does your muse have any specific fears? Where did those fears come from?

Fear of losing his brother and his husband. Pretty much stems from losing his parents at such a young age.

[   🤝  ] how does your muse approach intimacy? Are they hesitant, or do they like it? What types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)

This is hard to answer because while this version isn't demisexual he’s also kind of. It's weird, I think he’s still trying to figure it out. His experiences have been very limited to just one random man he met years ago, Uthorim and then Angelus and Trevor and while he deeply cares for the last two he isn't exactly in love with them. He’s okay with any type of intimacy really.

[   👪     ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? Was it always this way?

Oh, he loved his parents. He got along with both and they were his entire world. He was especially close to his mom.

[    💍     ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? Is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

His type are men. As long as his brother is okay with them and they get along with his brother it’s all ok in his book. He’s all over the place when it comes to personalities, again, his experiences are limited.

[   🏆   ] is your muse multi-talented? What are their hobbies, and why did they pick up these hobbies? If they don’t have hobbies, why don’t they?

Survivalist, excellent marksman, can tinker away at armor and mod it. Also picked up on how to put together, fix and mod automatons. Something he picked up while he was recovering from his injuries. Given that Uthorim wouldn't let him do anything he was only able to read and the cabin both were staying in had a bunch of books on automatons weirdly enough so he spent his recovery reading.

[   🐶    ]  does your muse have pets? Did they have pets as a child? How do they feel about animals?

No. He did ask his dad once for a dog but he never got around to getting him a dog. He likes animals just fine, while Dagny isn't his, he loves her like she’s his especially because if it wasn't for her he never would've found where Jelani had been taken that night.

[   ❌   ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? What is it? Why do they have so much trouble with it?

He will never forgive himself for allowing harm to come to Uthorim and he’ll never forgive himself for not being able to prevent what happened to Jelani. Loke’s own trauma has him DESPERATELY trying to protect his brother and his husband and in failing to do so he failed at the one thing he needs the most.

[   ✨   ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? Are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? Is there any specific relevance to these choices?

Eh, not really.

[   🌱   ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

Trauma of loss.

[   💀   ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? If so, how has this trauma affected them?

Lost both parents when he was 17. It created this festering wound within him that culminated in this obsessive need to keep his brother safe to the point where he was unbearably controlling of him. Even as hard as he tried to not let anything bad happen to him something horrible did happen and he has to live with those consequences.

[   💛   ] how empathetic is your muse? How compassionate are they? Is this something people expect from them, or are people surprised when they find out how compassionate or empathetic they actually are?

Like I said at the beginning this version of Loke is the grayist. I don't want him to deviate too far from what's basically the biggest part of him as a person but I will say he’s very reserved and a bit selfish. His one and only real concern is his brother and his husband. Everything else comes after. However, he’s not made of stone, he’s empathetic to other people’s plights and trouble and if he can help he will. He’s not without compassion. He’s just more reserved.

[   👗   ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? Are they able to dress the way they want to? What would they wear in an ideal world?

As long as he’s comfortable and has dark colors he’s fine. I do have some headcanons about people making clothes from scratch and using old world tools to get the job done. He's partial to loose fitting jeans, tshirt and a jacket. He prefers boots as they last longer.

[  🔮   ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? Were they raised in a certain religion? Have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? Are they settled in their spirituality now?

He doesn't believe in anything that isn't the present. He’s heard of several different after lives and how people go on in a different way and he takes a bit of comfort in thinking he’ll meet his parents again some day. He doesn't think too much on it. To be fair phrases and statements that allude to some type of god are just that, phrases people just say so he repeats it. He has no idea what that actually means and he has no interest either. It feels very wrong and alien to him. Same goes for Jelani.

((Also in canon he and his brother are both Norse pagans, there is no fucking way I will ever make them Christians. Ever. I really don't care what AU I place them in, neither of them or their parents will ever follow this. We're talking about people who were either forced to give up their own beliefs or die and that goes double for Sanaa and her people. Also my own hang ups with that system.))

[   🤷‍♀️   ] how does your muse approach strangers? How does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?

With caution. To him everyone is a potential threat to his brother, husband and to himself. He’s paranoid about everyone so keeps everyone at arm’s length until he feels a bit at ease which is difficult to do. (I’m still surprised Uth stuck around these two). Even with close friends he’s still wound up. Uthorim has been the only one that has managed to get that man to completely relax. Hearing him breathing as he lies on top of him relaxes him like nothing or anyone else can. Trevor can make him let loose just a little bit. Angelus makes him laugh. Jelani makes him unnaturally happy and soft.

[   🎵   ] is there a specific song or songs you associate with your muse? Why is that?

South of Heaven by Slayer. More the music than the lyrics to be honest.

[   💸     ] if your muse had no shortage of money, what would they buy?

He's a simple guy, he doesn't need much though he’ll more than likely say ammo.

[   🐺     ] does your muse like solitude? Do they prefer it to being around others? How easily does your muse get lonely?

Not really. He’s far too clingy to be by himself. He and Jelani don't like being far from each other. At all. He tends to get lonely really fast.

[   ⚰️    ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? What would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

Not being able to protect Jelani from Chris and the others. That’ll haunt him until the day he dies.

[   🧸     ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? If so, what do they keep and why?

His mom’s dog tags. Those NEVER leave his neck. Ever. It's the only thing he has of her.

[   🙏   ] what does your muse need? This can be something material or something abstract.

A fucking break and to relax. That blood pressure will probably kill him. He also needs to be held as he cries and I don't mean little sniffles, I mean that crying that sounds like someone screaming at the top of their lungs, just an agonizing scream.

[   📚    ] what books does your muse have on their bookshelf? What books would they like to have? If your muse isn’t an avid reader, is there anything they collect or might like to collect?

He’s not a reader. At all. He actually *hates it. However, he has a bunch of books, magazines and other reading material all centered around automatons. Jelani reads it to him when he needs a refresher. Also Ginger and Jasmine were nice enough to record audio book versions for him, they even got Jelani, Uthorim, Angelus (once he started to learn to read) and Trevor to participate in it as well. So he’ll get to hear everyone he cares about reading them to him.

*Yeah, he does hate it but only if it's for himself. He used to read to Jelani when he was a baby and as a kid. Whenever Jelani gets sick or his period knocks him on his ass he’ll read to him. Teaching Angelus to read also meant he was reading too and he didn't mind then either.

[   😍    ] does your muse believe in true love? Why or why not?

He used to not believe in it until he met Uthorim. Even though their first meeting wasn't smooth, something in his brain clicked. He was slowly falling in love with him, he just wasn't aware of it. But when that incident at the casino happened and he saw the grenade he realized he was scared for both Jelani AND Uthorim and that's when he realized he didn't wanna lose him either. Realizing he risked his life for his brother when he didn't have to was the final nail on the coffin.

[   😇   ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

Not applicable. I wanna keep things as is and Loke would absolutely erase a lot of things that happened. Also wanna keep the boys grounded in the AUs.

[velvetporcelain]

sweaty summer sex

i am starting to finally feel comfortable and confident with who i am and who i am capable of becoming,

i am putting a strict diet on what my mind is consuming, — i have to, i think it is the key to the next level of consciousness,

releasing trauma, shame and guilt through simple stretching and flexing of the muscles- truly a sacred release, a sacred relationship with our vessel,

i will admit that i still treat mine like shit, i am always questioning if i can could truly handle being alive without any anesthesia—- ?? and i just don’t know how to answer that question yet— maybe because i don’t want to know the answer, maybe i wont like it—-

the mind is something that i am in control of, something that literally houses my identity, intelligence and programming —- how does it control me? — why is it even able to control me when i am the mind itself? —-

i have been thinking about you dear lover, oh how i miss loving you—- how i miss you loving me- and i like to believe that you think that too- and you don’t care how long it takes, you will always be there- waiting for me, — the thoughts of you have been heavy, heaviest they have been in the last three months, — and it makes me bitchy and bratty—- need to find ways to maneuver of this automatic negative thinking— once an obsession- maybe still an obsession— maybe it’s turning healthy— eh - ha -

—-and maybe that’s why they say the head thinks differently than the heart— or is the heart there to feel and take in energy—

i am still getting to know myself and i don’t think this translation ever stops, its constant- its a condition of consciousness—

looking at myself naked and i am inspired by the thought of body modification once again— i want to see more art, less skin- and i have never really thought twice about it— and i don’t think i would— but this is my idea of beautiful- but also taking care of yourself is beautiful too-

took a night drive to get dinner, in the old pony— coz she’s really just always waiting patiently to be driven—- ah ha — anyways— a group of men passed by as I parked and asked if it was a fox body— and I said do i really have to answer that question? —- they must have parked because while waiting for my order, he came in— and he asked my how much for the fox body? — I said — hmm 30– he said —- dollars? I said —- thousand —— and he proceeded to tell me that when his parents were in domestic altercations they would take the fox body they had out for a drive and i said well— that sounds painfully nostalgic—- haha —- this poor guy- i mean he was typical middle America country boy— not my type but thought his hearing aid was cute— he was rough around the edges— and the wife beater— the fucking wife beaters tanks are so cringe — anyways no judgments - just being me—-

—- he wanted my socials, but i have none- so that was really satisfying to say— and he said i came in here to grab my buddies order— and as he walked out with NOTHING, - i realized that he didn’t come in here for shit, he came in here for me—-

so fucking terrifying, yet so instinctively erotic!!! you can say, well maybe he really just wanted to ask you to buy the car—- HA — lololololololol —— HAHAHA— staaahhhppp— you know better —

fuck- anyways, —- i hope you’re thinking about fucking me in an open field of flowers- mid afternoon— no one there to see us but the sun, — no one there to feel us but the flowers—- hunting- fucking— loving— connecting—- stimulating—

god — i want to sit on you, facing you— while you gently shoved your fingers into me— i want to moan when i kiss you, politely and feminine- light and erotic tones in between our tongues— ahhh that makes my pussy throb thinking about it— no cares in the world pumping us higher— the way you kiss me when i touch the bulge in your pants— haha - I’m blushing and my skin is so warm, your hands perfectly cold, a perfect exchange of “wow- you’re such a beautiful creature — and i want you” energy ✨👽

fuck- i need sleep. dream of me.

-x

[beevean]

Lenore, Hector and Alucard are by far the biggest victims of the sudden 180 in direction done by Season 4, both due to the team probably wanting to give everyone a "happy ending" at any cost after Season 3 got criticized for being glorified torture porn, and also due to Ellis leaving mid way, which most likely caused other writers to have to fill in the gaps

I'm particularily convinced that the Lenector stuff was added by the other writers because it literally has no sense of organicity with the dynamic as it was written by Ellis in S3, which was still shit, but this feels like a completely different kind of shit. Ellis liked his misery porn, he doesn't strike me as the type to suddenly turn and write a cutesy fluffy ship between an abuser and her victim, even considering his...background. You'd think he'd have doubled down even more on the edgy bullshit, but Lenector as it is in S4 feels like the kind of stuff a stereotypical crazy shipper on social media would write, which leads me to imagine that Lenector was added after the asshole's departure because some folks at Powerhouse really thought the two looked so cute together

Alucard's and Isaac's stories give me the impression that the writers needed more time to bring their vision to fruition, but for one reason or another they rushed things. Alucard takes one episode to get over his trauma and the implication that he'd be grappling with mistrust and misanthropy is never addressed, Isaac becomes Jesus overnight and then peaces out in the middle of the season after an epic speech. However, if I imagine being a viewer who has just finished S3 and has to wait a year to see how it ends, I can imagine their development happening, just not this sloppily.

The Lenector plotline is too jarring. Part of me still believes that this one screenshot:

was meant to echo Hector's "flashback" of him killing his parents, and be a hint of him going on a blazing rampage.

Which, in theory, happens! But 1) it's for the sake of resurrecting Dracula, after two seasons spent getting beaten over the head that he lied to him and wanted to destroy mankind (which makes his horror at Carmilla's plan of conquering the world immensely hypocritical); 2) despite having complete control of his Night Creatures, he still leaves the "epic" flight to Isaac, who at this point has ascended to the status of Creator's Pet; 3), most importantly, the scene makes a fine point that Lenore is special to him and she must be protected, after the previous six episodes showed them "bonding" and conveniently ignoring all the abuse, forced BDSM and treachery she used to trap him. All together it feels like a subversion for the sake of a subversion, like they kept the original idea but made it less dark at the last minute. And I could have accepted it as a subversion of expectations, if there was more focus on Hector's character (hah) and less focus on how ✨cute✨ they were or how 🥺sad🥺 poow widdle Lenore was. Considering that from what I heard she became a fan-favorite overnight, in theory because of her "nuance" but let's be real it's because she's "hot", I can absolutely see the writers deciding to make her more sympathetic in an attempt to make them happy. If S3 feels like an amateurish torture porn fic on FF.net, S4 def feels like a coffee shop AU lmao.

I don't know what happened in S4. I don't know if they had planned a 5th season, but were forced to condense everything in one: perhaps with one more season, the transition between "I made you into my pet! :D" and "This is why I like you. You're capable of actually listening to me 🥺" would have made more sense. I don't know if other writers entered the fray, even though Ellis is the only one credited in S4. I don't know if Ellis himself was strongarmed into writing fluffy shit because the executives heard the complaints that S3 was poorly received due to being a cynical waste of time - ironically, erasing all conflicts made that season even more of a waste of time.

We can theorize. But much like a rushed game is still a faulty product not deserving of full price even if you can pity the working conditions of the devs, the final result of NFCV is of a rushed, poorly paced, poorly thought-out mess that ended up making an offensive joke of the serious themes it wanted to include.

[heycerulean]

okay i have a syTP-TC idea that I don't think would translate into a fic but would translate well into the plot of a TV show episode. technically that could be a fic, but I don't feel like script writing, so here's the synopsis of ✨a random episode somewhere in probably season 2 of a syTP-TC TV show✨

Episode title: Call Your Mom Mostly from the perspective of: Atzia and Cetz Takes place mostly in: A maintenance FTC out in God Knows Where America Applicable warnings, just in case: Drowning, attempted suicide, death, religious trauma, blood, parental death, abandonment, isolation, body horror, death of a child, near-death of a child, childhood trauma Tentative Episode Location: Season 2, Episode 3 --- After the whole chaotic experience of the S1 Finale and it's following episodes, the PeDC9A team is looking for a little bit of peace. This peace comes to them in the form of a maintenance mission; simple, calming, peaceful. Just have your CAT system's emergency mode send you somewhere random, and make sure it works; and then bring yourselves back. Cetz and Atzia go first. They decide this because, if something did go wrong, it would be better for your two technical specialists to both be together, and 100% able to communicate; and, Teq and Aetos have more office work to recover from. Not that this should take more than an hour or two. After a decently long conversation, they end with this being the best choice. Cetz and Atzia's KB channel lands them out in a calm, but... unnerving field. Rain falls down softly, almost a mist. Cetz remarks that something feels off, and Atzia agrees, but notes that they should spend their time doing what they came here for. Their attempts to set up a communications channel are unsuccessful. After a brief discussion, they decide to head for higher ground and try again; sometimes place can matter. This is derailed, though, as they come across a town. It looks nearly destroyed, but recently; the rain certainly hasn't helped, and the state the buildings are in is... rough. Simple, wooden, cabin-like houses, some with their roofs collapsed in, some charred, some with uprooted trees crashed into them, just left there to rot. Cetz sees something, across a square type plaza. They can't make it out, but it seemed alive, and not just some kind of shadow; Atzia warns against approach, if only because she doesn't want to have to do the paperwork required to report an encounter on an FTC. Cetz agrees to leave it for the time being. They continue to explore the town, finding signs of struggle along the way. It affirms their idea that whatever conflict happened here, it was recent; no dust collected in interior rooms, food residue still left in the pots of kitchens, gardens still tended and far from overgrown; though, of course, pillaging and conflict has done a number on resources. Atzia and Cetz walk into one of the larger houses, driven more by curiosity than a need for work, this far into the mission. It's definitely an older settlement, by their standards; no evidence of electricity, but by no standards medieval. There must've been a post office, because they keep finding letters; the few pieces of cookware they find seem roughly late 1800s- they joke, briefly, about how Aetos would probably know (in reference to a statement he made about how 'everyone knows the difference between early and late Victorian technology. that's common knowledge. you can't tell me that's not common knowledge.')

As the two of them continue to explore the house- specifically, as they stumble upon a room that looks like a large office, attached to a bedroom- they come across the 'figure' from earlier. Of course, they come across them because Cetz decides to jokingly fall backwards onto the bed, which is far louder than they meant it to be; and, this spurs the figure- who is now revealed to be a child, around 7 or 8- to run out from where they were hiding (under said bed) and out into the hallway. Atzia and Cetz, shocked to see another human being- and also wanting to make sure this child is okay- run after them. There's shouting, there's short hallway tables shoved into the walkways of said hallways, there's vaulting over said tables; eventually, they burst out of a back door that'd been shoved in their faces, and are met with nature, once again. There's a pond, behind this house. A large, nice pond, that actually seems to have movement in it; still water is bad, folks. The horrible thing about this situation is that this child is still panicked and running from them, and they're headed straight for the water. While Atzia's multi-tasking, trying to get their translators up, Cetz is running in a dead sprint after this kid. From the moment they reached the water, it was clear they couldn't swim; but they're far enough in that it's a swim of their own to reach them. Cetz hasn't swam in years, of course, but it's not something you forget. The child starts to fall. Cetz reaches for them, and they miss; there's a shot of them taking a deep breath, before they plunge into the dark, cold water. It seems to move around them, helping them in their task; it's not long before their hand closes around the arm of this child, and they hoist them back up to the surface. Atzia runs down, meeting them at the water's edge. The child is unconscious, though alive; Atzia and Cetz run through the usual first aid you should do when someone might've just been drowning, like shouting to try and wake them up, placing them flat on a firmer patch of ground, and starting CPR. As Cetz does this, things around them start to fade into a flashback sequence. Everything turns dark, the animation turns flatter, white lines on matte black; they stand, the child they'd just been trying to help disappearing.

In front of them is a riverbed; one viewers would recognize from the S1's double-length finale episode, which dove into Cetz's childhood. It's a stylistic interpretation of Rocyevetzi, their hometown; they're a child, now, again. They walk up to the water, unsure, uncertain. Their hand reaches out; it makes a small ripple. It keeps going, though, even once they take their hand away. The river rushes faster. The middle starts to swirl, and suddenly, a figure stands in the middle of the river (scene's right,) with Cetz on the bank (scene's left.) The view changes. Cetz is looking up at, again, someone the viewers would recognize; Lecyetzi, their oldest sibling, their older sister. She's been fully sanctified; she's more water than human, three faces, hands extending near mechanically from her back. Wings stretch behind her, great, iridescent things, styled after a heron- they curl around her, not enough to hide anything, but enough to take up the screen. Cetz takes a step back. They're holding something, now; a bouquet of flowers. Aloe, Aloysia, Globe Amaranth, Arnica, Bog Rosemary, and Chamomile are included. Lecye tilts her head(s), asking them if they're afraid; she doesn't mean to come off as mocking, but it does. Cetz doesn't answer. The water begins to rise. Cetz takes another step. Lecye asks for the flowers. Cetz tells her no. Lecye tells them it would stop so much pain, though. That it'd help people. Just like it the water gave to her, so she could give to others. Cetz tells her that what she went through was something she never should've had to do. As they speak, they start to morph into their older self; the flowers and plants from before start to bloom around them, curling around their arms, extending from where their CAT implant usually sits. The water continues to rise. Lecye gets angry. She tells them that it was the will of their river, that they should be proud. That she became exactly what she was supposed to be; that she achieved something. Cetz tells her that, usually, and especially here, there's nothing glorious, holy, or even good about mutilating and destroying yourself and your relationships for someone else's desires. Lecye is shocked. Appalled, even. This version of Lecye, in Cetz's mind, is one controlled by fear and death; of course they'd be angry, not proud, not like the Lecye that was with them in the S1 Finale. This is a metaphorical example of Cetz being unable to emotionally feel the reassurance given to them by Lecye when she was still alive, of them being unable to hear the words of "Whatever you decide to be, you'll work it out, and even if the family doesn't, we'll still speak. You've got too good of a head on your shoulders to make truly bad decisions, Cetziva." But, still, just as they do in real life, Cetz powers through. Water is flowing around them, now, too, but it's their water; not the 'holy' waters of Rocyevetzi, but the ones of everywhere else, of this pond, of the storms they've weathered since leaving. It ends with light. Cetz picks off a single petal of a chamomile flower, and presses it into Lecye's hand. Everything bursts into color, blues, greens, reds, yellows, purples and pinks- it's like a prism, scattered across everything. There's a brief flash, where Cetz- instead of standing before Lecye- is looking into the eyes of a Letosko's falcon, the same kind as Savitza, the same kind as associated with Deus Torin; they flinch back, but as they move, they stumble back into the real world. The child is awake, and coughing up water.

Cetz places a hand on their chest, and helps the process along, turning them into a better position for it. It's smooth sailing, from there. They assure the child that it's going to be okay; they ask more about the situation. They tell them. The child- who, Cetz rather ironically finds out, is named Chamomile (though, as she informs them, 'people usually call me Millie.') There was an attack on the town; there's some kind of war, apparently. Millie's family had died, but they'd hid well enough to stay safe from the massacre. She'd been hiding for two days. When people finally showed up, she was so scared of dying too, that she ran without a second thought. On a better note, Atzia's finally got a communications line up; and, she informs her that- though it'd be a really big change- there's been situations like this before, and that she could come with them. Millie agrees. Just as the KB charge is about to activate, Cetz looks across the pond/lake, and sees an abnormally large great blue heron staring right at them. The episode ends with the following exchange: Aetos: ...guessing it wasn't relaxing? Cetz: (briefly, they look down at Millie, before sighing and going to sit down at their desk, as they're back in PeDC9A's office floor.) No. No, it was not. --- okay yay. thanks for reading. by the way, those flowers have meanings.

[mydictionary-yume]

🌟, ✨, 🎂 + ☁️ for the ask game!!! with Sakuya ♡

WAHOO YIPPEE HORRAY

🌟 - What does your f/o do to help comfort you about your insecurities? What do you to do comfort them about theirs?

Saku’s def the type to find everything I scrutinize about myself really endearing, so he tends to simply remind me of that fact and it really helps<3. I tend to be a little more bold and annoying by just going “NOPE. INCORRECT.” And then explaining why I think that part he hates is pretty rad actually.

✨ - Share some headcanons about your f/o! This can be visual headcanons, sexuality or gender, disabilities and neurodivergencies, etc!

Ooo okok so. Saku to me is Schrödinger’s aroace. When I’m not shipping with him or with someone else, I really like the idea of him being super aro and invested in different types of love, hence the whole family thing. When I am using him for kissing purposes he’s pan :3.

Another random headcanon that I hold true and close to my heart is that he is not a fan of musicals and prefers straight plays. He’ll enjoy the occasional showtune or two and will watch them, but overall he has a bias for straight plays because of the general focus on just acting and he feels they can deliver a more impactful message. (Lu is more of a musical fan tho so he has to sit through her bullshit sometimes skfnnn)

🎂 - How has your f/o changed over the course of the relationship? How have you changed? Do either of you miss past things about the other?

Hmmmm I guess Saku's been a little bit more comfortable letting loose or teasing Lu lately, and he's starting to learn to be a bit more open around her(after a lot of her reassuring him she loves every part of him he chooses to show and won't hate him for showing emotion)(Saku I think you might have trauma stop convincing yourself otherwise). I feel like I've been a lot more honest with myself through all this, and I'm learning to love myself through him. I don't think I miss any past things, I think. In fact, I only really started enjoying Saku as I watched him really develop as a person, and I um. Beta and early versions of Lu are my least favorite iterations of her. So yeah <3

☁️ - Does your f/o like to travel? Where are some faraway places they'd like to go with you someday?

I'd think so, with the amount of travel events and plotlines there are that involve him. Personally, I'd like to go to the vaguely Europe-coded place from hAve A greAt trip!

Ask game

[ardienothesieno]

QUICK

RAMBLE ABOUT AN OC!!!!

🎉 FIRST ASK!!!! HUZZAH 🎉

Uhhhhhh okay yall get a Glittering Oceans ramble cause they're the main oc I do stuff with here

GO was originally meant to be a really shy and socially awkward character, but over time they've lost the shyness and gained a lot of spunkiness (still socially awkward tho, I don't think I have a single oc who is actually good at talking to people (like me haha)) She also has ✨trauma✨ and also ✨abandonment issues✨ and also ✨severe anxiety✨ and also ✨self deprecation in favor of helping others issues✨ But i'll avoid going too deep into all of that unless you guys want me to (for now)

Oceans is really into archiving and data collection because of one experience they had a few cycles after her activation. They were working on a speculative theory regarding the intricacies of the karmic system when she was made blatantly aware of the gaps in the global information network. GO had been trying to find any information on whether or not other organisms were familiar with the concept of karma, but there simply was no data out there. This caused them to go down a bit of a hyperfixation rabbit trail, trying to find as many gaps in the archives as possible. Their ancients were all pretty checked out, so they all kinda just let her do her own thing.

Unfortunately, Glittering Oceans is located... in the middle of an ocean... so they can't do a lot of their own research. Because of this her personal project mostly involves sending out an absolute shit ton on overseers to collect data on anything and everything so they can continue to update the global network for everyone. If any ancient or iterator happens to google some obscure fact, there is an approximately 25% chance that information exists because of Oceans.

This is why they have so many different types of overseers!! I currently have designs for six overseer types of hers (I'm thinking bout giving them a seventh tho) They have regular ol' overseers, overseers made for precise data collection, overseers that are capable of transporting pearls and manipulating objects, overseers that boost the broadcasting signals of other overseers, overseers that help keep her structure maintained, and overseer overseers-- ones that she can project her consciousness into like their puppet and thus monitor all of that juicy data collection

i have so much more to talk about her and their local group members but this is already pretty chunky so I'll maybe save that

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[chiefyakousdilftits]

💍 🤔 💯 for Yui :3333

✨ “Does your OC have any piercings ?” ✨

No, actually !! Yui has really bad needle anxiety, she doesn’t even like getting shots at the doctor’s office, so needles are a huge no - go from her. It doesn’t matter if you tell her that it would be over quick, doesn’t matter if you offer to numb the area, it’s just not gonna happen. Admittedly, she does enjoy them on other people, and loves to ask about where people were pierced, learning the lingo and such while she talks to others. Same goes for tattoos. She dislikes the pain, but loves the aesthetic. 💕

✨ “What are some of your OCs quirks and mannerisms ?” ✨

Yui’s hands rarely ever leave her face, unless it’s to touch things. She’s very engrossed in sensory feelings, so if she sees a texture that she wants to touch ( especially in fabric stores ), she will touch it, and he same goes for things she wants to chew on. Yui is very sensory seeking, needing to touch, taste, and smell things all the time in order to feel less anxious and more familiar with people and her surroundings. She also has the tendency to stare at people, but only when they’re not looking ( or rather if she’s aware they’re not looking, she has stared at people while they were paying attention to her ). She likes getting a good grasp on people’s features, it leads to her being a little accidentally invasive.

✨ “Share three random facts people may not know about your OC.” ✨

One ; Yui learned how to regulate her emotions through her cousin, Gina. Yui’s parents did very little in teaching Yui how to be kind, understanding, and patient, and while parts of that come naturally to her, those positive aspects of her personality were very much influenced and nurtured by her cousin. If she never got as close to Gina as she is, she definitely wouldn’t have the emotional intelligence that she does. 💕

Two ; Yui’s special interest is animals !! She has always loved animals, even as a small child, reading books upon books about all sorts of different animals. She has plenty of books in her bookshelves from pet care to encyclopedias about different types of reptiles, household pets, deep sea fish, and even bugs.

Three ; Yui smokes weed at home . . . like a lot of weed to cope with emotional distress and trauma.

[bubblyaquarium]

🌫️- How many people are in your system - about 40

🌊- What's everyone's favorite colors? - overall pink, but quite a few of us like yellow and blue as well

☂️- Most common fronters? - Corci, Angel, Circus, Pigtails, Eleanor, Rocky, and Mirror as of recently

☔- Collective pronouns? - he/it

💦- Everyone's pronouns? - there's a lot of us, so I'll try to keep it short. Gray and Lark use they/them, Chloe, Delilah, Mirror, Eleanor, and Pigtails use she/her, Angel and Ro use anything, Circus uses ze/zer, Inky, Zee, Percy, and Ty use it/its, and everyone else uses he/him. There may be some I'm missing and there is some overlap.

💧- Most common age group? - 19-22, which is the bodies age so it makes sense

💨- Do you have any fictives? - yes, we have five! ro (rohan from jjba), dio (also jjba), yoyo (diabolik lovers...don't ask), and then pigtails and ozias (both from idv)

❄️- Are there any romantic relationships in your system? - only one, jay and jett

🌧️- Does anyone have a favorite number? - collectively 83. corci likes 9 and angel likes 2.

☁️- Are any of your alters neurodivergent? - all of us lmao

🌤️- How many people are LGBTQIA+ - everyone is in some way except for Eleanor

☀️- Do you have any non-human alters (including hybrids)? - about five?

🌈- What are some common hobbies? - writing, gardening, cosplay, napping lmao

🌪️- What is the most liked food between everyone? - ramen

🔥- Current hyperfixations? - jojo's bizarre adventure (insert incoherent screaming from circus here)

☄️- Do you guys have any collective interests? - jjba, scambaiting, commentary youtubers

⚡- What is your headspace like? (If you have one) - ours is basically nonexistent:(

✨- Does anyone have a pet? - insys? nope. we own a couple hermit crabs irl though

⭐- Does your system have a name? - the aquarium

💫- Does anyone wanna share something about their source? Feel free to ramble, anyone can answer too!

🪐- Most chaotic group? - the dreamies, they tend to co-con together and when they do they get all riled up

🌎- Any demon/angel/god alters? - buttercream is a sort of demon/deity

🌙- Who is the oldest? - per insys age it would be eleanor, johnny and ozias. per who has been here the longest, it would be chloe, amy, breeze, and corci/chaos.

🌓- What type of system are you? - we use quoigenic for our own privacy, but we have trauma that has influenced why and how we formed.

🌗- (For traumagenic systems only) Are you diagnosed? If yes, was getting one difficult? If not, do you want one & why or why not?

🌕- What is your system dynamic (ex, family, friends, complete strangers, etc) - almost like colleagues? we are quite fond of each other, but since we can't interact often it feels more like coworkers that all work at the same job but on different shifts

🌻- What's a normal day for you as a system? - we have two jobs so it's very rare we ever have a day off. we almost always wake up with corci fronting, and then depending on what our day holds we usually switch a few times throughout the day. at one job circus usually fronts, and the other it's usually angel. we work overnights so we are basically nocturnal.

🌸- How do you keep track of your system? (Members, switches, etc) - we use simplyplural, though we usually don't document switches

🥀- Any childhood things that should've tipped you off to being a system? - well i don't remember my childhood so there's one lmao

💐- Do you like being a system? - i do yes, i know that's not a systemwide sentiment though

🐚- Do you know any systems IRL? - two, one is our irl bff (my bff at least), and the other is an old friend of ours we aren't close with anymore unfortunately, though they don't know we're a system

🍄- Do you prefer in-system dating or out-of-system dating? - out for sure, most of us are variations of each other so dating is. weird lmao

🍁- What's the most annoying thing about being a system? - not knowing what's going on in our own head

🎍- How bad is your amnesia? - not too bad? we have emotional amnesia (so we can access memories but they don't feel like our memories) and we can't remember a lot of things from out past, but day to day we share most memories.

🌿- Best quote from an alter? - i don't know who says what in here

🌳- Do alters have separate accounts for games or do you all share an account? - we rarely game so we just share, i'm the only one that really games anyways

🌫️- How many people are in your system

🌊- What's everyone's favorite colors?

☂️- Most common fronters?

☔- Collective pronouns?

💦- Everyone's pronouns?

💧- Most common age group?

💨- Do you have any fictives?

❄️- Are there any romantic relationships in your system?

🌧️- Does anyone have a favorite number?

☁️- Are any of your alters neurodivergent?

🌤️- How many people are LGBTQIA+

☀️- Do you have any non-human alters (including hybrids)?

🌈- What are some common hobbies?

🌪️- What is the most liked food between everyone?

🔥- Current hyperfixations?

☄️- Do you guys have any collective interests?

⚡- What is your headspace like? (If you have one)

✨- Does anyone have a pet?

⭐- Does your system have a name?

💫- Does anyone wanna share something about their source? Feel free to ramble, anyone can answer too!

🪐- Most chaotic group?

🌎- Any demon/angel/god alters?

🌙- Who is the oldest?

🌓- What type of system are you?

🌗- (For traumagenic systems only) Are you diagnosed? If yes, was getting one difficult? If not, do you want one & why or why not?

🌕- What is your system dynamic (ex, family, friends, complete strangers, etc)

🌻- What's a normal day for you as a system?

🌸- How do you keep track of your system? (Members, switches, etc)

🥀- Any childhood things that should've tipped you off to being a system?

💐- Do you like being a system?

🐚- Do you know any systems IRL?

🍄- Do you prefer in-system dating or out-of-system dating?

🍁- What's the most annoying thing about being a system?

🎍- How bad is your amnesia?

🌿- Best quote from an alter?

🌳- Do alters have separate accounts for games or do you all share an account?

A free to use ask game for systems!

Anti Endo, anti other origin systems, DNI with this post

[prussianbluepuppy]

✨What up it’s Wing AU 🦅✨

Ghoap HCs

Simon, who was born with blond feathers, going through all that trauma and stress until his wings turn white. Unsettling but adds to the image of being Ghost. Covers them in ash and soot for stealth ops. Has become eerily good at keeping his wings still on base to not drop dark dust in a trail on the floor.

Johnny, who has naturally dark wings that Ghost is definitely not jealous of, by contrast is always fidgeting his wings. If he wasn’t so expressive in the face you can read his mood by his wings. It makes his joints ache to ponder how Ghost keeps his wings so still.

Soap, who understands but is no less appalled Ghost covers his wings in black powder and does the bare minimum to preen them after the op.

Dad!Price is real, and he’s the only one Ghost will consider letting help preen his wings. That is, until Price is away doing recon when Ghost and Soap return from a weeks long mission, and Simon’s wings are in a sorry state and he’s exhausted, cleaning them will take hours and—and Soap offers. Genuine and without even the notion of holding it over Ghost’s head. He accepts; he regrets doing so the first few minutes when he keeps flinching and looking over his shoulder for an enemy that Soap isn’t. Soap is patient, though, minding whatever boundaries Ghost seems to have and after a while something must click because the tension just bleeds out of Ghost’s shoulders.

Price begins to notice after a while Simon hasn’t asked him for help in a couple months but his wings are looking quite tidy these days.

It’s a happy, albeit quiet, revelation for Price and Soap when the white feathers slowly molt out, and Ghost’s wings turn sandy blond.

Johnny loves doing silly things with molted feathers, like use them for bunny ears, or a mustache.

Ghost about had a heart attack after nobody noticed in the chaos of a mission Soap had broke several blood feathers and the man passed out in the chopper back to base, not immediately evident he hadn’t been shot.

Soap, who drops his wings in the field when they aren’t immediately needed to keep them from being targets. Ghost, who fans his out to make himself even bigger and give Soap cover, which would stress Soap out if he knew

General

Price does not at first lean into being the team Dad, but eventually accepts his fate. Sometimes when the boys need cheering up he’ll drape a wing over their heads; sometimes to mess their hair up when they push it off, sometimes to let the curtain of feathers be a buffer if they need to hide in his shoulder for a sec. Ghost only gets the dad wing when he’s sitting down, he’s too tall. He’ll lean into Price’s side for a sec tho, take a breath that smells like cigars and spicy aftershave and feel a little better.

Price has owl-type wings; silent, fluffy, heavy, and can do that thing owls do to look twice as big. Has done it to shield Gaz in the field.

Shepherd has turkey-type wings. Domestic turkey-type wings. Being called Eagle is denial in the shape of a patriotic ego-boost.

Graves has Red-tailed hawk-type wings.

Alejandro and Rodolfo both have eagle-type wings, albeit different colors, and it pisses Graves off they’re so cool.

König has ridiculous, hilariously large swallow-type wings. They make him super agile for his size in the sky, but doors are a bit of a hurtle.

Gaz and Soap will make bets on flying stunts when they are drunk and then vehemently deny that’s why they’re hurt the next day despite everyone seeing them do said stunts.

Gaz has fallen asleep under the Dad Wing.

Laswell uses her wings as a lap blanket during meetings. She eventually shows the men how to fold them to sit on their laps and then just about every briefing has professionally trained soldiers paying wrapt attention, wings in their laps keeping their hands warm.

“Good job Flock, return to Nest.” “Copy, RV with the helo?” “Affirmative, my wings are killing me; let that bird do the flying.”

[tpwkwriter]

TPWKWRITERS updated Masterlist.🌷

Heya lovelies! Decided to update and redo my Masterlist, as for some reason 0 of the links worked or went to the right thing! 😒

Hopefully this works and you all enjoy it! 🤍

Any smut labelled with a ***

All warnings and descriptions are on the post! ❤️

🪩💫🌻🐇✨

Fluff:

To buy some flowers for you- tour returns and beautiful bunches.

After show FaceTimes- where nothing is better than seeing his girls face after a show.

Feb.14- a small insight to how the couple spend this special day.

Things he makes sure of- things H makes sure of no matter what.

Period and pains- where y/n endures period pain and H is an utter angel.

Late night talking- the real inspiration for late night talking.

Insomniac- in which y/n suffers with insomnia and has a difficult night.

In sickness and health- y/n is under the weather and H enters full protective mode.

My kind of clingy- after a hard day all y/n wants is H

Don’t forget I love you- clingy H

Drowsy- tourbus cuteness

Home- Y/n is obsessed with her H and won’t let him forget.

‘Vogue darling’- influencer!y/n has some very cute interruptions<3

Meeting the in-laws- y/n’s worry for meeting Anne slowly fades away.

Aftercare*- where aftercare is a big factor.

Merry and mellow- drunk y/n and sober H are quite the pair.

Golden- where y/n and H enjoy the Almafi sun

Truly- where no matter who’s around H will always show love to his girl.

Don’t fret- where Harry is the most sweetest gentlemen and y/n has woke up in a bloody puddle.

Front row for you- y/n’s dream is about to come true, and H couldn’t miss if for the world.

Does he know- where y/n is louis’ sister and Harry has a crush, in fact a whole journal.

My angel- where Harry and y/n discuss there sickly pet names.

Till midday- y/n and Harry fluff

Angst:

In my remorse- where y/n reads something she wished she didn’t.

Tour bus blues- sometimes even the biggest stars get nervous.

Envious- where y/n is a victim of Olivia’s games.

Please- where stress builds up and takes over.

Baby your perfect- where y/n feels like Harry deserves better

Let’s not- where y/n is stunned in an interview and H is always to rescue.

My comfort- where y/n has had a background of trauma and her only hero is H

My comfort PT2- Harry being a sweetheart.

You- where Chris pine is all heart eyes for y/n and H is nervous, fluffy ending!!!!

Headcannons/smut.

Overprotective H- things he would do to protect y/n <3

Sleeping with H includes.

Pet names H definitely gives y/n.

Types of kisses y/n receives- self explanatory <3

Different dates- different dates y/n and H defo have.

Cheeky Harry- 5 things I think H does when in a cheeky mood.

Be a good girl- subby!y/n and dom!harry.

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Hopefully this one works as intended! 🎀 hope you all enjoy!

My requests and dms are always open Lovlies! 🤍✌🏻

[monosanimegenericzone]

M M H delicious

while reading i got two new theories

a) what if sheila left to become a hunter that would eventually try to stop her former childhood friends. as in become a crime/blacklist hunter specifically in the case that her friends tried to destroy the world

b) child powerlessness is what could have and should have stopped chrollo from becoming a villain but the trauma was too strong and his set too wack.

theory a was just a thought i had bcs yeah. my brain works in mysterious ways

theory b came from the question of: "why didnt anyone do anything until then?"

everyone in the city knew about the disappearances and everyone knew how to keep each other safe. as far as we know "dozens of kids" disappeared every week.

but the only concrete example we got was the one van and they had been patrolling for weeks and only had 3 bodies. they even say that the city has gotten more vigilant and its harder to get people alone.

i think there was this reassurance from the elders and a sort of internal mantra that kids couldnt protect the kids. chrollo was well aware of the problem but he did nothing about it.

i bet its because he was just a child. he didnt think he could do anything about it. and father lisores probably reinforced that idea: youre just a kid. dont worry about it.

But then chrollo changes the city. he starts dubbing a cartoon series and now every kid knows his name. knows his troupe's names. he realizes that he can make a difference, but in that moment he is thinking positively. he can make people laugh with just his voice, that's something.

and then sarasa dies.

and that entire worldview shifts. he knows he can change the world. but now he wants to use the world itself for revenge.

if sarasa lived is a hard question because we dont know how stubbornly she sticks to her morals. if the victim who DID die was someone she loved i will bet my three floating ribs that she would snap.

if it was sheila, for example. yeah shes pissed.

she looks like the enhancer type so she'd probably just go with the first thing that comes to mind. which, if chrollo is there, is definitely revenge. homeboy is so not okay ✨

mmm good yap.

i have the need to yap but nothing to yap about.

how has this happened

i mean. i went back and watched the shadow beast fight and i noticed uvo actually track earthworm with his eyes before he struck

is that somethin to yap about?

uvo let the worm get the hit off bcs he's cocky. and bro broke all his fingers. uvo diff i guess lmao

i need more yap. i swear i have brainrot but its all the same brainrot. grrrrr.

[girlblogger666]

Billy and Chrissy being besties

An: i can see it happening tbh!! Hope u guys enjoy these headcanons! ✨🫶🏻

Okay so the second Billy started his semester at Hawkins High, he’d fit right in with the populars

Chrissy being one of them cuz she’s been a cheerleader since freshman year

She’d also be extremely intrigued by Billy but that’s also bc she finds him just a teeny bit attractive

That’s a lie tho, hes literally her type

Curly hair, leather jacket, bad boy personality, but she’s with Jason…..and hes different

So it’s no surprise that Billy could sense her nervousness around him whenever he’d hang around her squad and that leads to him saying

“Let me drive you home, you live near me, no?”

So she lets him and on their little drive home she learns he actually has a great taste in music and hes funny

They’d start to hangout more and learn more about each other, especially their trauma and stuff :(((

“We’re just two messed up souls, aren’t we?” Billy would say to lighten the sad mood

I think Jason would start to suspect something bc he’s such a jealous dude and Chrissys like “nope, just friends”

Which is true because Billy has his eye on someone ;) and Chrissy can’t rlly picture him with her and she has Jason

That quickly changes though during one lunch period when Billy and Chrissy are sitting outside together

Sometimes Billy can only handle so much of all the jocks, so he always invites Chrissy to sit out with him

So when Chrissy picks at her barely eaten food because she’s so distracted by the group of “freaks” sitting across them more specifically the long haired one, Billy senses what’s up

“I knew it,” he’d bring her back to their little reality

“Knew what??” Her face would grow as red as a tomato, trying her hardest to remain stern

“Munson,” his face grows wide along with his devilish grin, “you have the hots for Eddie fuckin’ Munson”

Chrissy would deny deny deny as best as she can but if Billy knows then it’s super obvious

Billy finds it hilarious that the head cheerleader would be crushing on someone like Eddie

Chrissys his pal tho and if that’s who she chooses to like, then why should he care

He’d tease her by saying “instead of buying drugs from him, I’m just gonna tell him that you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since middle school”

“Do that and I’ll slash the tires on your precious Camaro”

Chrissy didn’t have the best grades (her student file!!) and I can imagine Billy didn’t either, so the two of them would start studying together bc they rlly wanna graduate

Billy would sometimes bring her over to study at his place and there Max would see the two of them

Chrissy waving at Max who shyly waves back bc she doesn’t know if that’s Billy’s friend or girlfriend

Chrissy giving Billy relationship advice

In return, Billy gives Chrissy his mixtape bc he listens to the same stuff as Eddie

Billy and Chrissy secretly heading to the hideout to watch Eddie’s band and running out as soon as he notices them

During the summer, Billy would get her a job as a lifeguard and she’d befriend Heather as well

The three of them staying out late after the pool is closed and when Heather leaves, Billy and Chrissy just talk

She asks him about what to do with Jason and he gives her the most honest advice he can

I think he’d be tender with her and that would start motivating him to be kinder to his sister because he treats Chrissy more like a sister than he’d like to admit

I’m all for Billy and Chrissy bettering themselves

Tysm for reading babies <3333