#so many of the other fuckers got yearning my god

[jackiesarch]

— OCS AS KINDS OF SUFFERING

tagged by @corvosattano, @adelaidedrubman, @chuckhansen and @marivenah to run some kids through this uquiz, and whew! ouch!

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— THE GIVER

Your energy depletes as you hand it out to anyone passing by your basket. People walk by and take, but no one ever leaves. You're constantly running on low when people keep asking you to give. You'd give your soul away for free, and then what left do you have of yourself if you can't say no?

— YEARNING

The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

— DESPAIR

The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.

— SELF-INADEQUACY

You crack under the weight of your own perceived inability. How can you be enough for anyone else when you're just barely enough for yourself? Insecurity causes you to have little backbone, and so you fail to reach your full potential when it comes to what you're best at. You sabotage opportunities with fear you'll fail before you've begun. It hurts to never feel like your best is enough, but setting your standards too high or too low ensures it.

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: | 1 | Gojo wanted to make you a mommy more than anything in the world... and he was fucking determined. | 2 | You couldn't even begin to fathom the feeling of Gojo's blindfold shielding you from existence, his hand tracing up your spine and you knew he wasn't going to make this easy for you.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader... | 1 | breeding kink, husband!gojo, positions (doggy style, missionary, over his shoulders), many creampies, dirty talk, praising, begging, slight fingering, body worship, p in v intercourse (obvi), rough sex, feral!gojo, talks of having his children, petnames (mama, babe) lord i have sinned cuz this downright filthy... | 2 | blindfolded reader, bondage, doggy style, fingering, p in v intercourse, dirty talk, teasing, cockdrunk!reader, rough sex, praising, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, good girl), mentions of riding and switching positions.

a/n: | 1 | i was posessed writing this one, i swear- wc: 600ish. | 2 | i think i'll make this thirst a staple, think we need to see more of reader wearing his blindfold... wc: 600ish. v-day list | m.list

thirst count: 2

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

| 1 |

“So good for me… yeah that’s it, mama.” Gojo praised, patting the side of your leg with oomph as you whimpered out his name. He had your legs high in the air, over the mounds of his broad shoulders and you could barely see straight, the entirety of your brain mush as he drilled into you– his cock ramming up against your cervix every time he managed a deep thrust. 

Which was every time, mind you.

Gojo had you in so many positions already; doggy had by far been the best for you, your moans muffled by the sheets you were thrown against and you arched your back through every thrust. It was heaven sent, you felt as his hands groped at your thighs, your waist, your ass. But he was indecisive– that fucker, and he wanted to see your face as he shot his third load into you so he flipped you over. His other two had dripped out of you and he cursed under his breath when he noticed, his fingers trying to plug it back up into you. 

“Fuck…! –got my dick in a chokehold babe...” He groaned out, his voice breaking at the end of it and you tilted your head back into the feather of the pillows beneath you. He was being absolutely ruthless with you and you couldn’t help but clench around him every time he plunged into you roughly– it made him feral, his bright eyes wide with desire.

“Your body’s so fucking perfect–” He breathed out as your hips started to meet with his own, his eyes rolling back slightly and his love laced words slipped off his tongue with ease. Your breasts bounced prettily on your chest and your back had arched back up towards him, your tummy poking out slightly– which fed his urges. “Need you carrying my kid… Gotta see how sexy you’d look– how fucking gorgeous…”

Your mind short circuited, practically screaming out for him to breed you because, holy fuck that’s all you ever wanted in your lifetime– a kid, his kid. You wanted nothing more than to carry his child, a bond so strong no one would ever threaten to break it and you cried out in ecstasy as he glided his tongue against yours. He swallowed your pleads, rutting into you with pure purpose now and all you wanted him to do was fill you up– again and again and–

“God yes– you wanna have my children, hm…?” Gojo teased in between thrusts, your body trembling as your orgasm crept up your spine. “Can’t get it out of your head huh, with your pussy squeezing me like a vice– shit…! I’ll make you a mama if you ask nicely.”

“Please, Satoru..! Need it–” You babbled, too worked up to care about anything else– you needed his cum painting your cervix white, nothing could sway you out of this now as you yearned out his name over and over. 

“That’s right, beg for it.” 

And you did, with utmost obedience. Your vision became fuzzy, tiny bursts of color surrounding it as you felt your release harrowing through your body. Gojo’s thrusts faltered, stalled within you and a deep groan filled your ear as he pressed down onto you– trying to bury himself inside of you as he came. He held you against him with his moans panting out against your neck as he lazily rolled his hips into you, fucking his cum as deep as it could go. 

“T-Think I’ll stay inside you for a while..wouldn’t want this batch dripping out of you too.” He muttered into your skin as he caught his breath, planting kisses down towards your collarbone. A broad hand laid against your tummy as you reveled in his touch, relaxing into the feeling of being close and full– so full still it made you shiver with anticipation because…

“Think she’ll take after her momma?” 

| 2 |

You wished you had the dexterity of his six eyes; you couldn’t see shit through his blindfold as you zeroed in on the shifting behind you against the bed.

Gojo had you pinned, your wrists tied delicately together as your as tilted up against his pelvis. His hands ran down your thighs, spreading them apart with a simple motion and you could already feel the cold air against your exposed cunt. It wasn’t the best position for you– you wanted to see Gojo, you longed for his beauty inside and out. But at the same time, this thrilled you immensely. 

The thought of his blindfold holding you hostage and maybe one of his old ones tied against your wrist – you couldn’t tell – but it was intoxicating to say the least. That he’d go to the lengths of letting you wear it, letting you wear something so sacred to him, to the abundance of his entirety. At that moment, you felt his fingers swipe through your arousal and you whined out in frustration. 

“Patience, baby. Don’t gotta wait too long– I got you.” Gojo hummed, plunging two fingers in simultaneously and you keened into it. “Arch some more for me– let me see that pretty pussy, hm?”

And you did the best you could, fucking yourself back on his fingers in the process; you were pleased with yourself when you heard his breath hitch behind you. And the precious sound of his clothes shuffling around his knees. God, you were so drunk for his cock– your entire cunt was dripping for it, messing the sides of your thighs. 

You whined out again, not realizing how close he was to you. You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice against the shell of your ear. “You’re not very patient. Here, this feel better?” Gojo pressed the crown of his cock against your entrance and a sharp gasp fell from your lips, mixing with his own groan. “Ah– Of course it does... Ass up, sweetheart.”

His hands gripped the sides of your waist, positioning himself at just the right angle to fuck into you. Gojo didn’t give you a chance to breathe, to even slide yourself wider on the bed to take him– he just fucking sunk right in with no remorse and hoped you wouldn’t break underneath him. As he stretched you out, you couldn’t help but moan out his name and clench around him as he bottomed out. 

“That’s it, princess. Go on, take my cock.” He huffed out, thrusting into you roughly and you laxed from the pleasure that coursed through your pussy as his cock dragged deliciously against the warmth of your walls. He filled you up so nicely in this position and it took everything in him to not just manhandle you– to not just straight up hold you against him and rut into you. 

You could hear nothing but his harsh pants and the wet squelching of your cunt being abused and it fucking turned you on more than it should’ve– his blindfold brought so much more of your other senses that it nearly drove you wild each time his hips snapped into you. His hands roamed each and every crevice of your skin as he leaned over you, pressing his chest flush with your back. 

“Such a good girl… sucks you can’t see me, huh? Betcha reallly want to.” Gojo panted in your ear, kissing behind it with a quiet groan overtaking him when you inadvertently squeezed around him– his voice just caught you so off guard, your senses totally obscured and you couldn’t help it. 

“Next time, we can switch– you’ll ride me while I’m tied up, yeah? I’ll even close my eyes for you, level the playing field a bit…”

[honeybomb4thebear]

Hi! So idk if you're doing a limit on the number of NSFW alphabet letters for each character, but if not, can I get a-z with teruteru? And if that's too many, B,D,F,H, and T? Thank you so much! I love your writing!

AAAAAAAAAAAAH you love it!?!? THANK YOU SM I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AKDJSKJAD <3 

Warning: N//F*W!! (i don’t know how should I write it!!)

TERUTERU NSFW ALPHABET (A-Z)

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ You know he will act all tough and smug, but he'll be VERY tired. He will try to tease you about how he "worn you out", but you both know who is the tired one here...

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. ⦁ C'mon, it's Teru. Of course he is into BDSM. But as cliche as it sounds, he is definetly afraid of getting hurt/hurting you. Like extreme stuff, knifeplay or sumth. Aside from that, he will tie you up, and is a rope bunny himself, probably not a fan of degrading/getting degraded. Expect lots of dirty talk, though.

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ It's decently thick, probably tastes sweet too because as a chef he has a good diet himself.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ Oh my god he is such a switch. I feel like the more perverted you are, the more of a switch you become. Look at Miu, Kazuichi and Teru for example. Chef boi is definetly a switch.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ No it's too risky lol. He really isn't a fan of hurting you, no matter how big of a pervert he is. Does exhibitionism count though? If so, he is an exhibitionist.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ Okay, it's kinda specific but probably something like this: After a busy day as a professional chef, he arrives to his huge mansion, and you are waiting for him in an erotic costume. Instant nosebleed. You massage his stiff shoulders as he tells you about his day and how you look even more delicious than the food he prepares all day long, and then it quickly escalates from there. ⦁ Or so he thinks- actually the thing he REALLY fantasies about you two in his hometown, in your own cosy house making out on the couch as the snow falls outside and the crackling from the fireplace fills your ears, along with the cute whimpering and moaning of yours. Then you "make love". After the session, you two cuddle and declare each other your love- it's romantic, it's warm and it's sweet.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ HE IS DEFINETLY SMUG AF. WATCH HIM SMIRK AS HE TALKS ABOUT HOW THE PERSON WHO CAUGHT YOU "could watch you as you make love". Scold him after that, because even though the person left he really shouldn't have done that... But well, you know that he did it because he was proud of having sex with you- and he is quite an exhibitionist. Still not an okay thing to do, though.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ Between her thighs. Not quite his cock, just his inner thighs. Watch him go crazy after that.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ He is definetly smug- like, super duper cocky. But when you act all soft, expect him to turn into a softie in an instant. If you talk about how much you love him, he will blush real quick and handle you with care. Or will let you handle him with care...

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ After you keep complimenting the food he made for you, he will act all suave and kiss your hand. You blush but let him kiss you more, until he reaches your lips. Then, yeah- he is fine with anything.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Uhhh foodplay maybe? And praise, definetly praise.

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ He is fine with anywhere y'all- aside from somewhere near his mother.

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ He moans and giggles quite a bit, if you are near he will ESPECIALLY moan out your name, and will be louder in general. He wants to get caught usually- but if he doesn't he will just giggle and let out some breathy moans. He used to get himself off to porn, but now it's just you.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Yeah for real, don't hurt him. Overstimulation is okay, though. Also seeing you in tears because of the pleasure and pain is hot, but nothing too extreme pls. And also he would definetly not want to get caught by his mother, so no sex near her too-

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Basically anything you do with the intention of turning him on. Also, idk if that counts but pat his hair. His hair is important for him, he takes good care of it and for you to acknowledge it will make him happy and even turned on if you do it well enough. Which is, knowing Teru, not much effort is needed lol

P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ G-Whiz, the position where you lie back with your legs resting on your partner's shoulders. Both roles are okay with him, however with a femdom he'd prefer cowgirl's helper.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Yeah he likes it! It doesn't mean he prefers it over actual sex, though. He gets horny quite often so thought of fucking you right after is nice for him. Or getting fucked by you, that is-

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ He is rough lol. That's why he gets tired. And the other reason being...

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ ...his stamina. No, it isn't like he doesn't have much, he is full of energy y'know-. It's just that he pushes himself too hard, he gets very tired after it ends.

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ Of course he does. Vibrators, gags, ropes (if they count), dildos, strap-ons... He is a frequent at the erotic shops. Watch out for the kokeshi dynamo though lol

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ TEASES YOU AND CALLS YOU A PERVERT FOR WANTING TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM AFTERWARDS. THAT FUCKER ISTG- ⦁ Also he will insert a vibrator and make you go on with your day as he randomly pushes its switch with a perverted grin. He will enjoy seeing your embarrassed face so, so much-

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ He screams "AVRIL LAVINGEEEEEEEEE" or some random American popstar as he cums, not because he thinks of them instead of you but because that's just how he is- he will apologize afterwards. But you know him so it'll be okay, hopefully. Oh, he also moans a lot. And giggles seductively.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ The favorite body part of his... Is his hair, but aside from that, it's his voice. I mean, c'mon. His voice is so hot.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Chubby boy with strechmarks at the end of his stomach. The tanlines are visible as well! His cock is... 10 cm erect. It's thick, though.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ Very rarely! You know how he is- just kidding, he'd be down to fuck 7/24, unless he is sad or sumth.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ Like I said, he'll be super tired afterwards so watch him pass out after he tries to do your aftercare lol.

[poison--ivory]

Get Back Up Chapter 3

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and nightmares

Anthony didn't know who that slim figure in the doorway was, but he didn't like him. Especially with the way (y/n)'s body flinched when his arm swung around her waist, reeling her into his chest. Her hands came up just in time to put a little barrier between the two, at last his strength broke her blockade and caused her to fall into his grasp. Yet, she still adores that sweet smile on her lips, her gaze fixed on the man holding her and in that moment Anthony couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why (y/n) is so caring to people. 

When she enrolled into culinary school and had that roommate, a complete slut and a backstabbing bitch who made her life a living hell, (y/n) still treated her with respect and wanted to befriend her. In the end that bitch turned her back on her at every twist and corner. But, Cherri and him worked their magic and soon after her social life at that school went further down the toilet. (Y/n) found out a couple of days later and didn’t like how we handled the problem. However, she thanked us for thinking about her and to show her gratitude, took us out for lunch that day.

     Yet with the help of the nightstand lamp he could see a bit in the dim room and he could’ve swore he saw the faint hue of red on her cheeks. However, in this case the man latched on her, didn’t look like he loathed her, on the contrary he held such adoration in his eyes when staring at her. It was when his eyes trailed over to him is when they turned hard and distasteful. The hate that seeped through his skin and consumed his frame, he could tell that this man didn’t see him in a light that a normal human should. His gaping stare was more on the lines of a predator staring down his prey, Anthony knew what danger lingered behind that leering look and that made him. . .uneasy. He tried to match his gaze with a harsh one as well until a split and sharp pain rang throughout the left side of his head. So, he took his gaze off the man and took a big gulp of the tea, which at this point the hot tea that was in his cup was slowly getting lukewarm and the position on the bed made him feel really exposed to this weird fucker.

     He hated feeling weak and defenseless in front of folk and despised the way this new guy stared him down. Squaring his shoulders, even though it felt god damn awful to move right now, but he didn't want to take any chances with this questionable guy, even if (y/n) married him.

Motioning with his strong enough arm, he motioned to the brunette that just intruded in on their conversation.

     "So, uh. . . Who the hell are you?" (y/n)'s eyes widened, rapidly shooting her head back and forth between us and to be honest he really didn't care if he sounded rude. He just wanted to fuck with him, just for the shits and giggles and it seem to phase the man for short second. “(Y/n) didn’t tell me she married a pimp and a good looking one at that.” Her eyes were the size of headlights which was pretty amusing, but he was gauging for more of a reaction from the menacing man standing next to her.

       “Anthony!” Her voice raised a couple octaves before lowering it down to whisper, really broadcasting her motherly side right now. “You shouldn’t say something like that, especially for a first impression.”

He wasn’t gonna muster up any type of energy of fake kindness just to suck up to this son of bitch, not for (y/n) either.

       “What, first impressions are for insecure high schoolers who need validation on whether they look pretty or not. Besides, he hasn’t told me off yet, so relax toots.” The corners of her mouth stretched out into a flat line and I could already sense her screaming ‘I’m done with your shit’ before she could even say anything. “Come on, (y/n) a little bit of harmless flirty won’t kill anyone and besides he seems fine with it.”,puffing out his chest the burning agitated growth in his lungs flared up, but he kept up this bouncy exterior to appear far from an injured animal.

        “Don’t you worry my dear I only came downhere to see how you were doing this morning, yet found you here with. . .this. . .effeminate fellow.” Words fell through clenched teeth, leaving a dark atmosphere to fill the room. (Y/N) finally sensed the tone of the room and, so she latched on to her man's arm guiding him out the room.

        “Come on, Al let's give Anthony some space,” a quiver in her voice and her anxiously attempting to pull his body towards the door, “he’s in very poor condition, right now and you & him bickering is just making it worse.” Successfully shoving him out the door, and before leaving she gave him a warm and soft smile. The door slammed soon after, he could still hear their bickering through his dazed and groggy state. Footsteps grew distant as they carried on down the hallway, voices muffled behind the walls in a way comforted Anthony. Compared to his home life he would wake up to his dad arguing with his mother or one the other family members that dropped by in the morning, he would slothfully fall out of bed knowing that the constant screech match wouldn’t end for an hour or maybe even longer on a bad day. Nonetheless, he drew comfort from the low conversation happening down in the next room. Laying on his side turned to face the door, not knowing if (y/n) was going to come back in with her bright smile, he could even go for a fake one. But, no matter what he tried to think of he kept emulating that bizarre man hovering over him with his overbearing and suffocating aura.

      Anthony was so in thought that he didn’t even realize his mind was drifting off to sleep, his body sinking into the soft linen warmed by his body heat in cased in the thick stacks of blankets. He entered REM sleep in a matter of seconds, Anthony was back at home sitting at the kitchen table in his childhood apartment. His mother rushing back and forth, like a chicken with her head cut off, she ran around preparing for tonight's dinner. My sister Molly sat in front of the t.v. watching a cartoon show, Niss was leaning on the wall, his heated gaze directed towards the door, waiting for someone. The sun outside was, so bright and cheerful compared to our bleak apartment, outside he could’ve sworn he heard children laughter mixed with shoes hitting against the hard cement. A narrator or a small voice enters the enclosed space of the kitchen, his mother unfazed from the new voice speaking. He didn’t notice it before, but the voice seemed to be talking like they were speaking for a while now. They sounded like a chorus of different people talking at the same time, so serene, but assertive? As the voices were speaking it slowly grew darker and rougher, increasing in strength and volume ‘til the point of static rang against my eardrum. His head burst from the high frequency of the many voices, this time they spoke separately making it hard to concentrate on a single non existent body. The pain got so unbearable to the point of grasping at his own head and trying to cover up anything that led to him hearing this ear shattering noise. But, as soon as it started it soon ended, leaving a sharp pinging noise in the air, his face was wet from tears that stung his freshly scratched cheeks. A thump of a door swung shut, his brother moved into the kitchen swiftly, dad traveling in behind him. Taking a seat right in front of Anthony, he avoided eye contact with his dad trying to gain his mom’s attention, but she glued her face to the floor not even looking to meet his gaze when setting the plate of food on the table. His dad’s gaze was directly on him, the voices started speaking up again, yet this time it was only one particular, familiar voce.

It was his own voice talking back at him.

       “Ya have to help her.” He automatically thought about his mother who gets hit every night by his father, but she died years ago. The dead don’t need our help anymore after they’re six feet under. “She needs your help, even if she feels safe.” He wasn’t following, he was mostly leering out the window, hating the freedom most people had when he was growing up. He listened to himself warn him, but something he said stuck out the most to him.

       “He’s never going to let her go, he’ll kill her once he’s satisfied with her companionship. But, the demon has the yearn to feed on flesh and will get his way. You need to be sneaky and clever or he will kill you. Just like the others.”

      The room fell in darkness, and he was surrounded by slippery stone walls. Looking up to the dark sky, rain water hit his face and he could barely see the outline of a silhouette peering over the walls of the cramped cylinder space. Anthony didn’t know why, but he called out for help, yelling til his throat was sore trying to yell over the loud rumbling of thunder. A bright flash of lightning flew across the sky, giving light to the figures' features and what he saw made him freeze in terror. What was supposed to be his eyes were clocks, his teeth were yellow and sharp, his mouth stretched out from ear to ear and his face looked like it was peeling from small creases of wrinkles. Flowing red and black hair soaked from rain pressed against his face, the man made his spine tighten. He couldn’t move, and what made his fear rise was his small chuckling, right then his head spun a full 360 and his limbs bent at weird angles as he slowly descended down the wall. He only stopped once situated, Anthony felt tears sting his face again, crying harder when he started moving directly towards him, and he hated the feeling of being trapped in this inescapable small and tight space. He was half way down, before he stopped again his smile growing even larger than what humanly could be done. The stretching of his skin left small bits chipping off and landing on his face, too afraid to even take his eyes away from the beast he kept the flesh on his terror stricken face. His mouth gaped open, strings of saliva stretched and fell and right when his gaping jaw was wide enough he let go of the wall allowing his disfigured body to fall straight towards him. His body was engulf in a warm encasing of hot flesh, turning his world dark once more.

      Anthony woke up with a jolt the adrenaline in his veins kept the pain at bay as he rushed to the otherside of the room, before going to the door swinging it nearly off its hinges. He darted down the hall, with tears rushing down his face. He needed somebody to be near him, right now even if he felt like a child in the process he wanted, no needed comfort. Warmth radiated from the kitsch as he turned to see a whole family sitting down for breakfast. Three kids stopped eating to stare back at him, (Y/n) shooting straight out of her chair, he could only hear static right now, but he could see her face full of concern written all over it. Yet, the only thing he could keep his attention on was that brunette with the ever stretching smile.

[asimawv]

I write and conceptualize story to music, so I’ve compiled a playlist of 30 Darkest Dungeon-specific songs that I listen to when writing (and subsequently re-writing) in no particular order, which I hope will help you set the vibe too. :+)

Names in bold are links for easy listening - tons of Hozier and Of Monsters and Men up ahead, five minute warning.

1. ‘Fire and the Flood’ - Vance Joy

If you listen to nothing else on this list, listen to this one - it’s the kind of song that’s made for movies about yearning. Folk influences, choruses of trumpets and vocal harmony, and instruments that are layered for a rich, resonant sound. This is the song I imagine Dismas and Reynauld horse-racing through a crowded outdoors market in the hamlet to, and the song I listened to nonstop freshman year when I first started writing The Myth of Sisyphus.

You're the fire and the flood And I'll always feel you in my blood Everything is fine When your hand is resting next to mine Next to mine You're the fire and the flood

The chorus is built around biblical allusions to the fire (the burning bush signifying first contact) and the flood (destruction of the first world), the beginning and end. Every line is similarly evocative of Darkest Dungeon in their simplicity (“I’ve been getting used to waking up with you,” etc.)

2. ‘Soldier, Poet, King’ - The Oh Hellos

By the title alone you can guess who this is for. Even the Guild quote for the Leper approaches these three things as the defining parts of his character (specifically it’s “a ruined man, a warrior, and a poet.”) This song coincidentally has an old world influence to it, with a Medieval Renaissance style from a guitar playing a lute-adjacent melody.

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

To be smeared with oil is to be anointed by a prophet and thus chosen by god himself to be king, just as David was and his boy after him (presumably Solomon). There’s something strangely wistful about the imagery, which is just how I like my songs about bygone kings.

3. ‘Exit Hymn’ - Bear Attack!

This song is about the end of the world in a version where everyone simply stands together in silence watching, rather than having the masses swarming in panic.

Lovely shapes to the world descending, Brothers and sisters. Lovely shapes to the world descending, Brothers and sisters Mute.

It defies Lovecraftian horror, which is based on the premise that “common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large” - it flies in the face of existential nihilism and the despair that it should bring us. That’s why I like this song for deaths in the end-boss fight; it also has a special place for other death-related ideas, like full-party wipes - entire teams of people vanishing into the dungeons, gone insane, holding hands while the darkness surrounds them.

It’s a bare song which has a sanctity to it, mostly just piano and rain and human voices. Just what you would hear at the end of the world.

More under the cut:

4. ‘Pursuit of Glory’ - Jhameel

This song is laid-back. It doesn’t have the Homeric intensity that some of the other songs here do - it’s a guy with a guitar and vocal harmony. By god is it a great piece of writing though (all of Jhameel’s older songs have that quality to them), and all of it is evocative of Darkest Dungeon.

So many eyes set on the path to glory Too many ties, friendship is for the lonely Can't still my heart, my tongue has tasted folly Thirsty for art, hungry for power and money

This is a song for everyone in the barracks, especially the ‘laundry list’ of people and their approaches to the pursuit of glory.

5. ‘Good Old Days’ - Macklemore (feat. Kesha)

This fucker put a Macklemore song in here. I did, yeah. It’s not even the only song with Kesha in it here (I’m sorry.) 

It’s a sentimental pop song, and I am sentimental to a fault. This is Darkest Dungeon AMV material, and I always mishear one of the lines as “we were underground, loaded mercs in that 12-passenger van” so it’s here.

We've come so far, I guess I'm proud And I ain't worried about the wrinkles around my smile I've got some scars, I've been around I've felt some pain, I've seen some things, but I'm here now Those good old days

6. ‘Past Lives‘ - Kesha

Here it is, the other Kesha song - this was introduced to me by a good friend, also in a Darkest Dungeon context. There’s just something about the lovers spanning time trope and finding each other in one life to the next that is irresistible (for the obvious reason in the context of Darkest Dungeon.) It’s a soft song, totally out of place in Kesha’s typical discography, and has a line about losing someone to the crusades, so... you know.

There's just somethin' about you I know Started centuries ago though You see your kiss is like a lost ghost Only I would know But I, I keep on falling for you Time after time Time after time

7. ‘Viva la Vida’ - Coldplay

You cannot fight this. You know that this is the song for King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, you know it is. Did you know the official name of this genre of music is “Baroque pop”? Yes, that means more songs like this exist. You will live with this information now.

Don’t fight it. Just let it wash over you.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world

Mirror, sword, and shield, the three other members of his party, his missionaries in a foreign field. Thinking emoji. I typed that out so I wouldn’t have a repeat of the crab emoji incident.

8. ‘The Boxer’ - Jerry Douglas (feat. Mumford & Sons, Paul Simon)

Partly inspired by the Bible, Simon & Garfunkle’s ‘The Boxer’ is a folk rock song about poverty, loneliness, and homesickness. It’s written and sung in a style that’s strongly reminiscent of older times, and the final verse about its eponymous boxer is particularly powerful:

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains

This is what I use for Dismas’ life leading into organized crime and his foolish abandonment of stable job prospects in a half-baked bid for fame, as well as being punched down over and over again but with nowhere else to go. That last part is widely applicable across the cast.

9. ‘I Will Wait’ - Mumford & Sons

I am but a simple man. I see 'folk rock' and add it to my Darkest Dungeon playlist. This song I use for Reynauld - it has that sort of “salt of the earth,” somewhat biblical humility in its choice of words and style. 

Raise my hands Paint my spirit gold And bow my head Keep my heart slow

10. ‘Little Lion Man’ - Mumford & Sons

Have we not beaten this song to death yet? Can you blame us? This is the people’s song. We reserve it for all of our favorite fuck-up characters, as primal as Saturn devouring his son. We love this song. Jesus.

Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble little lion man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

The line about learning from your mother in particular is why I think of this song for Dismas’ introspection, but I also associate it with the Hellion.

11. ’From Eden’ - Hozier

There’s too much Hozier in my playlists. There is so much of it, and it’s all important to me, says the hoarder. There’s something about profoundly intimate folk music that I love, and god put folk, R&B, blues, and alt rock into a Vitamix for 45 seconds to make Hozier.

Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

‘From Eden’ is, according to Hozier, about idolizing someone from a distance, written from the perspective of the devil “looking longingly at something he desires - for everything that he does not have.” I associate this song with the Grave Robber for its playfully nihilistic tone - Audrey does say something to the effect of being left for dead by high society and the affectionate bordering condescending address is on-brand.

12. ‘Cherry Wine’ - Hozier

‘Cherry Wine’ is unabashedly about domestic violence, and its sincerity is heartbreaking, the sanctification of the blood spilled in the name of keeping her.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

This song is strongly tied to the Vestal for me.

13. ‘Work Song’ - Hozier

A song about unconditional love - heaven and hell were just words, indeed.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

I think of this song for both Dismas and the Abomination - it’s a song about love transcending spiritual and even physical need, complete devotion, but something about it is also not quite right. It’s morbid and excessive, self-pitying, and almost ugly in its sincerity.

14. ‘Sunlight’ - Hozier

The strong gospel influence with the choruses, church organ, religious fervor - I think it makes a great song for traveling scenes and church/altar scenes.

I had been lost to you, sunlight Flew like a moth to you, sunlight oh sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight (sunlight, sunlight) But it is sunlight

15. ‘Arsonist’s Lullabye’ - Hozier

The gospel this time is paired with electric rock instrumentation. Something about the lamentation is unapologetic and matter-of-fact in its disturbing inclinations - this is Paracelsus’ song. Arguably representative of Bounty Hunter and Flagellant as well.

Now that I think about it, it’s great for Abomination as well. Damn.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

16. ‘We Sink’ - Of Monsters and Men

Of Monsters and Men are closer to the indie rock/pop spectrum with influences of folk, with much less biblical influence and more folklore-inspired lyrics. They make for great trailer and action songs.

We are the sleepers, we bite our tongues We set the fire and we let it burn Through the dreamers, we hear the hum They say come on, come on, let's go So come on, come on, let's go

In Lovecraft’s Cthulu mythos, dreams are how the Old Ones commune with humans on the earth’s surface while they slumber in the ocean depths (Cthulhu fhtagn meaning “Cthulhu is dreaming”); I like to think of the ‘sleepers’ as the heroes being tasked to “set the fire” and the ‘dreamers’ being the Heir and Ancestor driven by some unseen force to unearth the antediluvian underground.

17. ‘I Of The Storm’ - Of Monsters and Men

Very somber song, overwhelmingly piano and snare drum and vocals. Also a great death scene song, or for introspection around the campfire, or played to reveal a major event.

If I could face them If I could make amends With all my shadows I'd bow my head And welcome them

18. ‘King and Lionheart’ - Of Monsters and Men

My favorite OMAM song - it’s clearly written about two children, kind of reminiscent of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ in its fantastical nature, and very upbeat about the end of the world.

His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly Pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind Though far away, though far away, though far away We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same

This part is reminiscent of the Leper’s journey, but the mentions of taking over a town, howling ghosts, the end of the world, a black sea and creatures lurking below, etc. are all evocative of Darkest Dungeon.

19. ‘Little Talks’ - Of Monsters and Men

Also very upbeat for its subject matter - according to OMAM, it’s a narrative of a woman speaking with the ghost of her dead husband, or going insane and believing that she’s speaking with her dead husband.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

The call-and-respond style of the song is haunting. I like this song for expeditions and afflicted heroes.

20. ‘Wolves Without Teeth’ - Of Monsters and Men

Suitable for both Occultist and Abomination, being consumed by an unseen and otherworldly force that inhabits them - well, maybe just rarely seen, in the Abomination’s case. Special mention to OMAM’s ‘Human,’ same conceptual backing but more raw.

You hover like a hummingbird Haunt me in my sleep You're sailing from another world Sinking in my sea, oh You're feeding on my energy I'm letting go of it He wants it

21. ‘Desierto’ (Original Motion Picture Score) - Woodkid

This is a full album, because all of it is dark orchestral cinema music described as ‘unsettling,’ with the sole exception of ‘Land of All,’ which has vocals to it. I reserve this album for writing fight scenes and for particularly unsettling events because it’s tense and wordless. I read Junji Ito to this soundtrack too, it’s insanely high-strung and discordant.

22. ‘Iron’ - Woodkid

‘Iron’ qualifies as Baroque pop - you might recognize this as the Assassin’s Creed: Revelations song. The large-scale, cinematic style of it and thematic lyrics make it great for writing about dramatic encounters or brigands.

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't recall your eyes, your face

23. ‘Never Let You Down’ - Woodkid (feat. LYKKE LI)

Another somber song, orchestral with some industrial noise in the mix - another great introspection song, or one for a scene with some hard decisions to be made.

Will you come along cause I'm about to leave this town In my eyes, a waterfall, all I can hear, a siren call Could you be waiting by the shore, oh I could drown without you Will you be holding out the line when I fall?

24. ‘Run Boy Run’ - Woodkid

Church bells, fast percussion, strong orchestral presence. For chase scenes, obviously, but great for fast-paced sneaking scenes as well. Also has a strong quasi-Medieval fantasy setting style to it.

Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away You'll be a man, boy! But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

25. ‘I Love You’ - Woodkid

Don’t let the scream effects and aggressive percussion at the beginning deter you (it kind of took me by surprise the first few times too) - it soon fades into more of the church bells and melodic string accompaniment.

Oh yeah, unrequited love song? It’s free (mental) real estate, baby.

Is there anything I could do Just to get some attention from you? In the waves, I've lost every trace of you Where are you?

26. ‘Vagabonds’ - Grizfolk

A rare departure from folk! Grizfolk is alt rock/indie pop. Stylistically it doesn’t match the feeling of Darkest Dungeon, but lyrically it’s almost 1:1 to arrival in the hamlet and the subsequent expeditions. Good song for writing about recruits bonding.

Oh this careless ground, guessing this is home now Oh in no man's land, at least we're still standing And we're all just fighting, some of us will not return And there's no redemption in trying to find your way out

27. ‘Everybody Wants To Rule The World’ - Lorde

Great trailer fuel, if you’ve seen the AC: Unity E3 trailer with this song - I listen to an extended version when writing fights in the Guild, especially one where two heroes are beefing. It’s got a primal kind of thing going on. I also associate this song with the Arbalest - lyrically, it fits her backstory like a glove.

Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you

Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature

28. ‘Torches’ - X Ambassadors

More alt rock/indie pop - kind of a rallying song for dark expeditions, hopeful but still somber in nature - some gospel elements. X Ambassadors’ more popular ‘Renegades’ is also a fun tavern song.

Come on, carry your flame Carry it higher Leave it in the darkness Carry your torches

29. ‘Passing Afternoon’ - Iron & Wine

This is a song I use for reconciliation or domestic scenes - Dismas with Junia in the garden, for example. It’s soft and kind of meandering, and features vintage piano - you know, the piano you heard in the basement of your church turned community center as a child.

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

30. ‘Some Nights’ - Fun.

You know this song, your mom knows this song, everyone knows this song from like, middle school. Thought it’d be fun to end this list on an uplifting and very popular song. This is the song that a Disney adaptation of Darkest Dungeon would use in the Training Montage™ - from the point of view of Reynauld. It hits all of the points - being their commander rather than their equal, his stern and antisocial zealotry with no true ideology behind it, the ghost of his wife.

Verse 2, starting with “Well, that is it, guys, that is all / Five minutes in and I'm bored again” is where I see it transitioning to Dismas.

Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win (I always win) But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know

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Well that’s all from me! Feel free to leave your own recommendations in the replies, and I’d love to know what you think about my personal picks. :+)

[xx-sikki-nixx-xx]

NSFW A-Z  Duff Mckagan

Requested by many MANY horny anons 

Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

Duff is a fucking kiss machine after sex, like I mean after you two have come down from your highs and caught your breath he will pull you into his chest, put his face in your neck and kiss all over your neck, ears, jawline and face while you run your hands through his fluffy blonde hair in pure ecstasy.

Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

Duff’s favourite body part on you and him is the same… legs. He loves his legs because he takes pride in his height (fucking giraffe man) and he loves your legs because he thinks they’re super sexy, no matter how long or short they are he thinks they are absolutely perfect and loves to run his hands and lips up and down them. 

 Cum (anything to do with cum…basically I’m a disgusting person)

I’m gonna be blunt here… Duff likes to cum on your tits (just sayin) and he’ll usually finish there as long as you let him, and because he’s a gentleman he will always get you a cloth or something to clean you up afterwards because he’s considerate like that.

Dirty secret  (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Duff loves it when you pull his hair, when you two are going at it and you run your fingers through his locks and tug lightly on the blonde strands he lets out the most animalistic groan you’ve ever heard and his eyes roll back in his head in pure bliss at the feeling, he can’t explain why he likes it so much but he just can’t help himself. 

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Do I even need to answer this? It’s Duff fucking Mckagan we’re talking about here he’s almost as experienced as Axl (of course the singer gets the most action) he knows all the tricks and techniques to make you moan his name and will employ them whenever he feels it necessary. 

Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Duff likes to fuck you on your back with your legs over his shoulders so he can get the best angles while still having full access to your legs because he loves them so much. 

 Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Duff’s middle name is goofball so yea he’s not serious during sex… I mean how could he be? He’s never been serious in his entire life, he’s always flashing his signature smile at you and mimicking your moans on occasion, you always slap his arm when he does that and he just fake moans louder (he’s a prick but you love him). 

 Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Duff’s hair is pretty wild like the hair on his head, but it’s not a mess or anything because his body hair is pretty light, there’s like a thin layer of blonde hair covering areas of his body like his legs and arms (and down there) but his chest is pretty much bare. 

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Duff shows his romantic side by kissing you all over, like his lips are permanently attached to your body because he loves the feeling of your skin on his mouth and how you react when he places kisses all over your body teasing you during foreplay. 

 Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Duff has an unnaturally high sex drive tbh, you wouldn’t think it when you look at him but he’s incredibly horny 99% of the time so when you aren’t around to help he’ll masturbate but it’s an absolute last resort when there’s no chance of any other relief and he always feels guilty afterwards and tells you what he did as if he cheated and you always giggle at him and kiss his cheek telling him that you don’t care and that it’s ok that he sometimes has needs he needs to resolve. 

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As previously mentioned Duff has a kink for your legs, kissing you and hair pulling but Duff also loves giving you hickeys… and I mean EVERYWHERE, he’ll mark you all over with bruises made with his mouth because he’s a very protective and possessive lover and wants everyone (especially his band mates) to know that you are his and they better not try shit because he’ll break their nose. 

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere, if he gets horny and needs you he doesn’t care where you are, he’ll rip your clothes off in a damn interview if he needs to because nothing and no one gets in the was of Duff Mckagan getting what he wants. 

 Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear shorts because he gets a perfect view of your legs, even if you rarely ever do it be sure that the shorts won’t be staying on for very long because he’ll rip them off of you in an instant, he also goes wild when you lean over and kiss his neck while playing with his hair, he loves the sensation of your soft lips on his cool skin in combination with your delicate fingers playing with his messy locks makes him crazy.

 NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Duff will absolutely never be submissive, it’s not his thing because he’s the big dominant bass player and he likes to keep that image in the bedroom so when you two are going at it expect to be the sub because he is after all Duff “dom” Mckagan (I bet $100 someone has called him that at least once).

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

 This man will lick you like a lollipop without hesitation, he fucking loves it when you sit on his face, he’ll place his hands on your hips while you ride his mouth and feel your hips shake uncontrollably as you finish, he also loves eating you out while you lay down because he can kiss up your legs and thighs and make eye contact with you as you come undone on his face. As for when it comes to him receiving this man fucking loves it, his pre show ritual is getting a blowjob from you before he goes on stage because he is convinced it focuses his mind and blocks out all of the other shit going on in his head so he can focus on playing bass. 

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood, if he has got an inconvenient boner and needs to get rid of it quickly you two will have a quick fuck and get on with whatever you were doing beforehand but when you two are having proper sex together he’s slow and sensual like in all of those romantic movies.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Duff prefers proper sex because he wants you to enjoy the experience as much as he does but he accepts that sometimes quickies are the only option so you two will have quick fucks on occasion but if given the opportunity he will always choose proper sex. 

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

This man is like the god of risk, I’m not kidding he gives people like Axl Rose and Nikki Sixx a run for their money when it comes to risk, he’ll try anything once if you wanna try it and he also has a list of things that he wants to try but of course because he’s a gentleman he won’t try the things on his list unless you want to.

 Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This boy can go all night if he really wants to, round after round non stop like a fucking sex machine (oh my god is that what Freddie meant in don’t stop me now?) he gets past his finish so quickly that by the time your breathing has returned to normal he’s already hard again and ready to go for another round. 

 Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

This kinky fucker has handcuffs (and like the strong reinforced kind so that they don’t break) and a special silk tie he only wears on special occasions to cover your eyes with and a gag because he’s a slut like that and he loves to use them on you when vanilla sex gets a bit played out (I mean you two do it so often you gotta spice it up sometimes).

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Biggest tease known to earth, but it’s not like you don’t deserve it with how much you tease him, it’s like a mutual teasing, seeing who caves first, like a competition… he usually caves first and ends up fucking you up against a wall to get all of his frustrations out. 

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Duff Mckagan has the sexiest deep throaty moans you will ever hear in your entire life, it’s like music, or poetry, he throws his head back, his eyes close and a deep moan will erupt from his chest making you moan in response like a wolf calling to its mate.

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When you and Duff I can guarantee that 90% of the time KISS songs will be playing in the background, I can’t explain why but Duff has a thing about sex and KISS (maybe he wants to fuck Paul Stanley I dunno but like who can blame him) his favourite ones to play are “Heavens on fire” “Lets put the X in sex” and “You make me rock hard”.

 X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Solid 8.5 inches on the tall blonde bass player, and he’s proud of it ;).

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?

We’ve already established he’s like a dog in heat, constantly at least a little horny and to be honest you love that about him because whenever you’re horny he’s ready to go.

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He drifts off slowly after sex, he doesn’t pass out straight away but he will cuddle you close to him inhaling your scent and close his eyes falling into a beautiful deep sleep.

[lunchador]

I am trying to be normal levels of excited right now bc I had no idea you were so far in DA:O (i forget tumblr exists oops) so now I'm just!!! 8)))))) so thrilled you liked it I wanna know everything & I'm definitely gonna finish scrolling through what you already posted but!!! i wanna ask about your ending i Do Not See It anywhere and I'm curious wrt loghain & hazel (please tell me she survived 😭😭)

Bro, some shit happened.

While I’m pretty sure no one is like “Wow Raspa really had  spiraled down into DA, I’m now interested in playing”, spoilers I guess??

SO MANY CHOICES AT THE END OF THE GAME

SO

Let me tell you, I had a plan.

The second I learned of Alistair being bastard son of a King and had the potential to be the next one, I knew in my heart, we had to break up for PLOT reasons. I knew he’d be a genuine one, and while my characters backstory was she was eager to be in a position of leadership back when she was daughter of an Arl, she realized she liked being a soldier on the road helping people so she definitely would not want to be Queen, she’s never been elegant and did not want the attention.

So we get to the awkward moment I knew was coming. I convinced Anora to enter a political marriage with my boyfriend. Awkward. I talk Alistair into it, he breaks up with me. Ouch.

LOGHAIN. Man, I said FUCK THAT GUY. He ain’t my homie. I’ve grown very proud to be a grey warden and fuck him for trying to taint them. So, I beheaded him. In retrospect, pretty shitty for your future husband/kings current girlfriend to kill your dad after she just asked you to go into this political tie to keep your royal status idk. Maybe it would have been more just to make Loghain be someone who serves for the greater good after everything he pulled.

Riordan drops the bomb that a grey warden has to kill the Archdemon and that grey warden has to die. GREAT. I decide, He offers himself to do it after I state i will sacrifice myself and I go ok I guess he has a point he’s much older and doesn’t have much longer.

Morrigan puts her offer on the table. She needs Alistair to dump a creampie in her. Awkward cuz I didn’t work on her relationship enough (idk she hated me) so I’m like, ah, you want me to ask my boyfriend who you hate and who hates you to fuck you? I tell myself I can’t do it, not because I’m jealous and the only girl for him, but because I just bullied him into a marriage and now I’m gonna push him to have sex with a woman he despises on my behalf? Literally what the fuck from his perspective. My friends chewed me out for this, said I should have let Alistair “give her that soup can dick”. Alistair’s soupcan dick is now a reoccuring joke.

Riordan dies. Just fuckin dropped by the Archdemon. Did I fuck up or does that happen regardless?

So there goes plan A. And I’m thinking, fuck it, I had a good run. We are going to pull some Fallout 3 ending bullshit. I will die to save everyone

E X C E P T

Alistair, who JUST dumped me  mind you, tells me he’s not going to let me sacrifice myself, not while he has the opportunity to stop it, cuz the stupid bitch loves me.

SO

I watch in fucking horror as my video game boyfriend, the only person Hazel has ever had feelings for, leaps up and sacrifices himself, mostly on my behalf, because this fucker who wanted nothing more in his life was to have a family who loves him, and he said he wasn’t ready to be king, so instead he’s throwing it all away to protect the one person he’s loved.

So, true to me as a person and my usual experience in video games, I royally fucked up.

So yeah, Hazel survives. But, it sucks.

The canon ending I got: Alistair died on my behalf, Hazel continues on with the grey wardens with Zevran and Oghren on her side. The canon ending I wanted: Alistair Marries Anora and every meeting between future King Alistair and little ol’ Hazel are painful as hell full of yearning and full of what ifs til the end of their days. The ending I heavily considered: Alistair becoming king and Hazel being his consensual side piece. But Anora mentioned yet another husband who had other women behind her back and i felt guilty.

The ways I fucked up: Didn’t ‘harden’ Alistair, whatever the fuck that means. I should have recruited Loghain and used him as the sacrifice. Got Riordan killed? Again, not sure if that’s automatic or me. I guess I could have let Alistair do cummies inside Morrigan but GOD would he be fine knowing he has a bastard son whos a fucking hellspawn, literally?????? oh my god.

I am very pleased with the overall lore and writing of this game and how decisions genuinely feel like they’ve got weight. I do wish I took more time with the game (i didn’t get to do several companion quests and i wanna know more lore).

Also I didn’t save I guess?? At the end of the game? Idk, it only showed me my save from before the archdemon battle and wouldn’t let me load my Origins file onto 2. So HAHA BITCH, ALISTAIR LIVES. My friends are ripping on me to go with Alistair being dead because the fun of all 3 games is having your decisions cross over but FUCK THAT.

[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 11

After leaving Hershel’s farm, learning about our fates should we die with our brains intact, and Dad declaring himself the unopposed leader we had to keep moving. And boy did we move.

Scavenging and searching for Dad’s elusive place of safety for us, we did nothing but move. Food became scarce, we all became conditioned for the harsh realities that this new world leveled on us.

Carol, no longer with her asshole husband haunting her every move and without Sofia to soften her, came out of the shell that surrounded her from the first moment I’d met her. She threw herself into learning how to shoot-both bullets and arrows (I may have insisted she learn bow first, seeing as crossbow was ‘cheating’). She came along in hand to hand, since knives and arrows were quieter and didn’t draw the bastards out, it became necessary to insist we all learn to do more than just shoot. She grew and soaked in the very harshness that I’d once cloaked myself in. Hershel, seeing that she needed and wanted more, began teaching her to assist him with the doctoring that we were all bound to need. Especially Lori.

Lori’s pregnancy was progressing as normally as possible given our world. She and Dad were still prickly toward one another. I feared that, in the entire mess of our new lives, they were losing sight of who they were as a couple, as my parents.

Carl, my little brother, became more dedicated than Carol at learning to survive. The look I’d seen on his face when he told Dad that Randall should die, grew as did the coldness I felt circling around him. His only light appeared to be Beth, Hershel’s younger daughter, as innocent as any of us could hope to be.

When winter bore down on us, it was almost crippling in its cold and we felt lucky to have found storage containers to use as a home. I felt it was prophetic. We were in storage, all our hopes and dreams, all the optimism and plans we had for the future were being locked away. Why not do the same to our bodies?

Every time we moved, it was the same. Daryl scouting ahead. Dad and Carl covering our retreat, and me in the middle maintaining peace and keeping Lori safe and as comfortable as possible. It was nowhere safe enough. And comfort? Is that a joke?

When we managed to stay somewhere more than one night, and even on those single nights, Daryl and I would fight for privacy. Any illusion we could make of being alone, we took advantage of. Our first stolen night came far too long after we left the farm, but it was well worth it. Finding peace together became our balm for the rest of the time. The fear that we both felt, the constant need to put out fires of discontent be it from lack of food or a question of Dad’s sanity would fall away, with as many clothes as we allowed ourselves to remove, and when we joined, our world felt right. It was never long enough. Never peaceful enough.

And the day that both Lori and Dad wished wouldn’t happen came. The day that our group found out that Lori’s baby might be Shane’s. I heard the whispers, I felt the looks. It didn’t matter. And I made sure that every single person knew that. Lori was the only mother I’d known. Dad was the only father that I could ever wish to have. It didn’t fucking matter who put the baby inside her, it was MY sibling. That was the ONLY thing that mattered.

If anything good could have been said about those months on the road, then knowing that Daryl and Dad grew closer. They became almost symbiotic in how they moved through deserted towns, through houses we searched for supplies in, with how they kept the rest of us safe. I was a little surprised when Lori noticed. I thought that she was numb to the world around her, with the coldness Carl and Dad seemed to radiate.

“I think Daryl’s growing on your daddy, Jessi.” She was smiling, watching the two of them study a map with some of the others. I’d stepped away from most of the planning early on, preferring to keep myself busy taking care of the others.

I smiled at the two of them, heads together, talking about our next moves. “Yeah,” I knew my tone was wistful because I was thinking about how our lives could have been. “I have to say, it’s a little weird.” I felt her turn her attention to me. “I mean, would they be this close if the world hadn’t gone to shit?”

Lori reached out and held my hand in hers. “If you’d chosen Daryl in that life, eventually I think they would have come to at least a sort of peace.” She squeezed my hand. “A person, even your dad, would have to be legally blind to not see how much he loves you.”

The elusive safe place: a fucking prison. I would have scoffed, but I reconsidered when I gave it a thought. The walls would be pretty fucking difficult to breach. It looked like a maximum security institution, which meant weapons. And if the world went to the crapper fast enough, there should be at least a partial stockpile of supplies.

Of course, since it was hard to get into, it was also a mess to get out of, hence the overabundance of the dead. Hearing Dad shout out orders to the rest, mine being keeping Lori safe at the fence, I thought perhaps it was going to be fucking impossible. Right up until we were watching our group sitting around a campfire, Beth and Maggie singing sweetly, and Daryl and I watching from high above the front gate.

“Well, Dixon, I guess we found the place.” I whispered, leaning back against his chest.

I felt him snort. “We found the outside of it, I guess.” I sighed and his arms tightened around me. “Ain’t gonna be easy to get inside, funny, spent most my life tryin’ to stay outta penitentiaries. Now gonna be fightin’ to get inside one.”

I turned in his arms and smiled up at him. “Yeah, but I bet you didn’t think you’d get to take your girl inside with you back then.” I raised an eyebrow and got his chuckle in return.

“Naw, didn’t think I’d get to do that.” He kissed me and we fell into the simple peace we yearned for, even if we couldn’t go further than that where we stood.

“Y’all are doing such a great job of guarding us,” Carol’s voice called up to us with a giggle. “Not sure the dangers are in your mouths, but you never know.”

I grinned down at her. “You know what Carol? I might have to keep watching all damn night, just to make sure!” Her chuckle rang up to us. She called us down to have dinner, and sighing I agreed. “Rather stay up here with just the two of us all night, Daryl Dixon, but I have a feeling we’re being summoned.”

Getting inside the walls was a nightmare. Never thought I’d see a walker wearing riot gear and bullet proof everything, but here we were. Once the dead assholes were taken care of, and we got inside, there were more undead fuckers. I was so fucking tired by the time we cleared the cell block that the mere thought of a cheap, uncomfortable mattress nearly made me scream. I had other duties though. I had to make sure that Lori had a real check up with Hershel.

Hearing the woman who had acted as my mother since I was too young to articulate my thoughts say that she feared her own baby dying and becoming a walker was heartbreaking. Dear God, I had to get her and Dad to sit down and fucking come to terms with their issues. Her fear of having a walker inside her, of dying and becoming one herself during childbirth nearly choked me. But hearing her ask, no demand, that Hershel take her out if that happens shocked me to tell her I’d do it. Anything to give her some form of peace. Anything to make her stop talking about something so gruesome.

After Lori’s check-up, Carl stayed with the ladies while Dad and the guys went to clear as much of the prison as they could. Of course we couldn’t have good luck in that. More fucking dead. More fucking problems. And now Hershel was unconscious, and had only one leg, because he was bitten. Dad was taking a chance, trying amputation instead of death for a bite. As I watched Maggie and Beth taking care of their father, I couldn’t help but wonder if anything would ever go right and well again.

[kittycataes]

Tier Ranking “Friends” Characters (Part 1/3)

This is going to be an extremely long post haha

Let’s start at the bottom- 

“Whomst”: is characters that I couldn’t really recognize right away. Like maybe I remember that character’s story arc, but that doesn’t mean I feel any certain way about them. FORGETTABLE. WHOMST? NEXT!

“i hate you”: these are characters I have such negative feels for, they deserve something worse than an F.  -  Starting off with Dr. Geller himself. There’s so much misogyny in this man... if it weren’t for David Schwimmer’s excellent facial expressions and hilarious slapstick comedy, I would’ve made a separate row for him to be exiled forever. However David Schwimmer is a great actor and we stan his acting choices. -  Next is Dr. Greene, Rachel’s dad. I hate men who force their power over others through loud, aggressive, intimidation that reeks with the threat of violence. And this mother fucker does all those things on top of openly ridiculing his daughter.  -  Barry the orthodonist. He’s a snake for cheating on Rachel with Mindy. And he’s a snake squared for then cheating on Mindy with Rachel.  -  Cop character... Whose name I forget. ACAB, you creep. Stop using your access of information as a tool for strong-arming women into dating you. -  Rachel’s sister. She’s just stupid and vain and annoying, and extremely disrespectful.  - That Angry Guy. *See Dr. Greene notes* - Kip. This guy is creepy too... He like stalks Joey and is just overall very weird. - Ben. I love the Sprouse twins. But I did not care for Ben becoming a character on the show.  - Alec Baldwin/Positive Guy. I hate him becuase I think he was a stupid character but I don’t hate him as much as I hate the angry characters for sure, he’s just a dude high on life. - Chandler’s boss. I don’t like that he slaps his employees on the butt. I don’t care if they like it. It’s weird. I wish we could all just hi-five or hug normally 😂

“i wish we saw more of u”: these are characters I thought were really interesting and maybe they were in a few episodes, but they didn’t really get their own story arc with the gang. And while I do like them, there’s nothing spectacular about them.  -  Hot but messy bug Lady. I loved this character and I wish she had an arc with Ross about teaching him how to compromise more and grow together a bit. She was so pretty and funny, I wish they let her stick around. - Rachel’s mom. I loved this lady. I love that she divorced Rachel’s awful dad, and she seems like a fun-loving gal! I wish the best for her. And I wish we got a few more episodes of her, so we could see her living her best single life.

“LIFE CHANGING”: these characters are recurring/one-off characters who really buttered my breadroll. I feel like each of these characters helped shape me in someway, even if it’s just a little! -  Joanna, Rachel’s boss at Bloomingdales. This is the only character from my childhood/adolescence that I remeber being a Boss Lady who was independent, but still flawed and silly and goofy and sexy. This was my first view of what kinky sex could look like and it intrigued me and aroused me terribly. To this day I love office and bondage scenes! -  Susan, Carol’s Lesbian lover and hot-wife extradornaire. When I was younger and still believed Ross was a redeemable character (read: my critical thinking skills hadn’t start yet developing) I didn’t like Susan and her condescending tone. Now, I love her for making fun of Ross in a way that still manages to be respectful to her son’s Father, but points out his obvious prejudice. You could say she puts Ross in his place, and is kind of a ball-buster. I love that attitude and I find her extremely attractive <3  - Kathy, Joey and Chandler’s ex-girlfriend. From the moment I laid eyes on Paget Brewster, I knew I wasn’t 100% straight. I deeply deeply sympathized with Chandler falling in love with her, and the scene where she cuts his hair is so iconic- the actors’ chemistry is palpable!  - Julie, Ross’s ex-girlfriend. I love Julie first and foremost for existing. A pretty, smart, and likeable Asian American girl. I felt she had such strong big-sister energy when I was little, and I liked that even though Rachel didn’t like her (and she kinda knew) it didn’t shake her confidence. She had that difficult convo with such grace and maturity, it ws refreshing to see after so many episodes of immature Ross/Rachel shenanigans. - Janine, Joey’s ex-roommate. Janine was cool and nice, and she was so effortlessly glamorous. I liked that she was a kind character, who never judged Joey or belittled him. And through Joey I felt I was able to have an outlet for my growing realization that I wasn’t straight. - Chandler’s dad, the drag queen. This was one of my first exposures to drag, and I loved how composed/poised Chandler’s dad was even when it was clear his son and ex-wife disproved of her life choices. Also Chandler’s dad was played by a woman and therefore I headcanon her to be trans :3c -  Dr. Richard Burke. Tom Selleck is arguably one of, if not, the most beautiful man in the world. That plus his character was so sweet and silly and loving, and he treated Monica right and respected her relationship with Chandler. And I just loved their story arc, especially when they try to get back together the second time. I LIVE for the YEARNING in that arc. Great performances from Selleck and Cox ❤️ - Paul Stevens, the love machine. God. This character/arc is so stupid haha. I feel like you can tell Friends as a show has been going off the rails and at this point, it’s very clear. Like Ross fucking a student who also happens to be Rachel’s boyfriend’s daughter? Crazy. He’s mainly up here because of the silly mirror dance he does, I just love that. - Pete Becker, Iron-man in training. Before all the UFC stuff made him kinda go nuts, I really liked Pete. I liked how he was successful, impressive, focused, determined, etc. etc. I kinda wanted to be him when I grew up- just a laid-back baller travelling overseas on a whim and following his wildest dream. A more modern look on Pete reveals more problematic issues, but name one Friends character that isn’t problematic haha.

[thisgirlsays22]

Happy birthday @askmermanlevi!! Love you lots and I hope you know that me attempting my first mer!smut for you demonstrates that love. Thank you for being an amazing friend and for giving the fandom so so many amazing pieces of art <3

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager Additional Tags: Top Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Bottom Eren Yeager, mer Levi, Shifter Levi, Smut, Mer Smut, Fluff, pining eren, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era Summary:

It wasn’t as though Levi had completely shut down the idea of having sex when he shifted, it was that he needed time, and it would be wrong for Eren to keep pushing. So instead he waited, and yearned, and waited some more.

Plot inspired by the @ereriprompts Redamancy prompt <3

Thank you so much to @attraversiamo19 @zamiraruth @erensjaegerbombs for betaing/feedback <3

Eren loved to watch Levi swim. Body slicing through the lake’s clear water, the blues of his tail glittering when the sun hit them just right. This was their third visit to the Ackerman family’s lake house, and Eren looked forward to the quiet week ahead.

“Caught dinner.” The (mostly) human half of Levi’s body had emerged from the water and, with a small smirk, his webbed hands dropped a still flopping, gasping catfish down on the rocky ground in front of Eren. The gills on the side of Levi’s neck fluttered in the fresh air.

“I think we’ll need another,” Eren said, wanting to watch Levi dive back in, aquamarine tail rising to the surface as he disappeared below the water. Full of an odd longing, Eren tugged on the strings of his hoodie, pulling the fabric tighter to protect against the chilly November air.

That small smirk again. “Well, alright then.” Levi dove back under.

Eren put the fish out of its misery and began gutting it with Levi’s silver pocket knife as he waited.

The second time Levi emerged, he got out of the water the whole way, legs and all. No trace left of the his translucent fins, his shimmery tail. A flicker of disappointment went through Eren.

“You’re indecent,” Eren teased, catching sight of Levi’s cock. “No one wants to see that. Put it away!”

Levi chuckled, teeth chattering as he rooted around in his backpack for his towel and clothes.

“I could warm you up,” Eren offered lowly.

Seeing Levi in his mer form always got Eren worked up. His eyes roamed Levi’s body hungrily, wishing for once he’d let Eren love him in his other form. Levi didn’t acknowledge the comment.

Levi grabbed his bag. “Well, come on. What are you waiting for? I’m starving.”

Eren cast one final look out at the clear lake, nestled between the mountains. The sky beyond looked vast, and Eren felt a little hopeful as he gazed out at the horizon. Like the trip was full of promise and possibility.

He followed Levi back to the house.  

     It wasn’t as though Levi had completely shut down the idea of having sex when he shifted, it was that he needed time, and it would be wrong for Eren to keep pushing. So instead he waited, and yearned, and waited some more.

He understood. At first, Eren was wary of fucking Levi when he wasn’t entirely human. Would doing so make him a fish-loving, bestiality-inclined freak?

“You’re being an idiot,” Levi had said. “Besides, you’re the fucking animal.”

So yeah, Eren understood having hang-ups about the whole thing, but he didn’t quite understand what Levi’s were; they were clearly not one in the same.  

He didn’t even quite understand his fascination, his desire. Maybe it stemmed from the envy Eren felt that Levi had the chance to alter himself so thoroughly, to wear a new skin, whenever he pleased. Something Eren longed for too. Perhaps if he fused Levi and himself together, if it felt like they were one, then Eren could alter himself as well.

     Tonight was their first night at the lake house, so unsurprisingly Levi was dusting all the surfaces in his rapid, efficient way while the fish was in the oven.

Eren had joined in without much enthusiasm and kept getting distracted by how good Levi’s ass looked in his jeans. Maybe it’s better he won’t let me fuck him when he’s a mermaid--man. Shit. He’s going to kill me if I keep getting that wrong. Would he fuck me or would I have to figure out how to fuck him? I’d miss his ass. He has a great ass.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Levi had stopped cleaning and was staring at Eren in disbelief. “Now isn’t the time for daydreaming. Have you seen what a shithole this place is?”

“You’re the one who wanted to go for a swim first and then put dinner on,” Eren whined. “Now I’m tired.”

“Don’t be such a baby.”

“I told you we should have just hired a cleaner to come last week.”

Levi waved a hand. “Tch. Waste of money. Go get the vacuum or something. If you’ve got time for leaning, you’ve got time for cleaning.”

“I wasn’t leaning, I was standing up straight and admiring your ass.”

“Oh, thanks,” Levi’s voice was flat, but that wasn’t his sarcastic tone, so Eren took it as a win. “Now go vacuum.”

Eren paused in the doorway, biting his lower lip.

Levi turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“I’ve just been thinking again. Since I saw you in the water,” Eren said haltingly. “Have you thought more about us--” he gestured between them, raising his eyebrows “--while you’ve shifted.”

“Mm.” Levi shrugged. “A little.”

“Oh,” Eren said. After a beat, he realised Levi wasn’t going to add anything. “So I’ll just...go get that vacuum then.” He turned on his heels, embarrassed at his lack of tact. Hoping to impress Levi, he vacuumed all the more diligently.

     On their third night at the lake house, apropos of nothing, Levi said, “You still want to be a fish fucker?” He was reorganising one of the bookshelves--“Kenny must have been here last, he never puts anything away in the right place.”--on the other side of the room, and Eren was sure he hadn’t heard him properly. Levi’s vague answer the other night had led Eren to believe the discussion would not be picked up for some time (or ever again.)

It was so out of the blue that Eren could only manage to pause his video game and stare blankly at Levi’s back. “What?”

“I’m not saying it again.” The tips of Levi’s ears had gone red, but he was still fussing with the bookshelf.

“Oh god,” Eren breathed, the implication of Levi’s words finally hitting him, “you’re really going to let me?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously?”

Now Levi turned to glare at him. “Yes.”

“No but like for real? You’re not fucking with me?”

“If you don’t knock it off, then it won’t be for real.”

“Sorry sorry! I’m just wow. Wow.” Though he was curious what was going on in Levi’s head right now, what was to thank or blame for his sudden change of heart, Eren feared if he started to push, Levi would rescind the offer. “So how do you want to do this?”

     Once the initial thrill wore off one thing became clear: logistically, it was a nightmare.

It made a sort of weird sense; their whole relationship had been a bit of a logistical nightmare. An innocent question like, “So how did you two meet?” required planning, the harmless twisting of facts, the synchronisation of stories.

Eren couldn’t exactly answer, “Well, I was swimming in the ocean when I was seventeen when a rip tide pulled me under out of nowhere, and then the lifeguard who was also part mermaid-- man damn it. Shit sorry--saved me. I couldn’t stay away from the beach after that and when I finally turned eighteen he fucked me silly on a beach towel and wouldn’t stop complaining about sand in his ass. Yep that’s the love of my life Levi Ackerman for ya. He comes from a long line of merfolk who seem to own a lot of waterfront properties. Great eye for real estate, those mer men and women. Levi and I have been together for about three years now and he still won’t let me fuck him in his mer form, which is a real bummer.”

Now that Levi had finally said yes after all this time, it became clear that the biggest problem was where and how they would do the deed.

“What about the lake?”

Levi snorted. “It’s too fucking cold, especially for you. Your dick’ll shrink to the size of a peanut.”

“Point taken. What about the bathtub?”

Levi scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’m fine outside of water for about two hours. I’ll shift in the tub and you can--” he cringed “--carry me to the bedroom. But put a towel down so the sheets don’t get wet and disgusting.”

Once they’d agreed on the bed, Levi ran a bath in the claw tub in the master bedroom’s bathroom. The loud rush of water filling the tub was the only sound between them until Eren said, “Do you want me to leave while you, you know?”

With a bored expression, Levi flicked his gaze to Eren. “Be a bit stupid of me to care if you see me shift at this point. You might as well stay. Maybe it’ll scare you off.”

“It won’t,” Eren said firmly. Levi shrugged one shoulder as if to say suit yourself.

As Levi had requested, Eren went to lay some of their dark towels down on the bed. When he returned the tub was full, and Levi stripped and lowered himself in the water. Eren licked his lips, nerves thrumming. His skin felt electrified with anticipation, goosebumps running up the length of his arms.

Submerged in water, Levi’s body was blurred, but Eren watched as his legs began to fuse together, slowly, at first and then suddenly they were one. That’s when the scales began to form, color blooming into different shades of blue along the tail. Smaller fins emerged at the point where his hip bones would have been and at the end of the tail. His gills were next, opening at the top of his throat as his ears contracted into sharp points, webs appearing between his fingers. Nails becoming clawed and black like a beast’s.   

“Is this really what you want?” Levi asked, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he hoisted himself into an upright position. Eren caught sight of his sharp incisors as he spoke. There was something even more alluring about Levi like this, the ugliness and power mixed in with all that beauty. The lighter blue fins of his tail fanned themselves at the base of the tub as though testing the air, Levi’s eyes dark and suspicious as he studied Eren.   

A sharp intake of breath as Eren returned the scrutiny. His cock stirred and then strained against his jeans. “Yes.”  

“Well, what are you waiting for? I’m not fucking you like this if you make me army crawl to the bedroom.”

Eren lifted him from the tub, getting used to the new weight in his arms, the slippery feeling of Levi’s wet tail. In his human form, Levi was bulky and muscular already, but his tail was heavier than Eren had expected.

“Careful,” Levi said, voice gentle now. “My fins are sensitive. Make sure they don’t catch on anything.” His arms came up to wrap around Eren’s neck, and Eren could see flecks of gold in the piercing grey of his eyes. Eren swore the color looked different now; the dark grey of his irises lighter.

Eren swallowed and nodded, his mouth dry as he carefully maneuvered them through to the bedroom.

“You remembered the towels,” Levi said appreciatively. He reached for one to dry himself off, leaving another on top of the bed.

“I’m not fucking this up so easily,” Eren replied.

Due to his overeagerness in the past, Eren had accumulated an assortment of embarrassing situations: kneeing Levi in the balls, falling off the bed while changing positions, coming in his pants. This time he would be careful, smooth.

He moved so he was hovering over Levi, hesitant to let his hands wander or to rest his full weight down. But kissing, kissing he could do, so he started there. He slipped his tongue into Levi’s mouth, curious to explore the feel of the newly sharp points of Levi’s teeth, the otherness of it all. His cock throbbed as Levi responded in kind, running his nails down Eren’s back, sucking Eren’s tongue farther into his mouth. Wanting to feel Levi, to see if he was as turned on as Eren, he reached for him only to find...air.  

Eren pulled back and looked between them with a confused frown. “Where’s your dick?”

Levi snorted. “It’s in the slit. I mentioned it before.”

Eren had only a vague recollection of this. They’d never really gone into the mechanics of how this would work. “When does it come out of the slit?” Eren asked, furrowing his brow. He ran a curious finger along the soft edge of the slit, surprised and delighted when Levi gave a full body shiver.

“When you get me excited,” Levi replied.

“Does it excite you when I do this?” Eren murmured, dipping a second finger into the slit. He kissed Levi’s neck, just under his gills, and moved his fingers in slow circles. He could feel Levi’s pulse quickening under his tongue, and when Eren pulled back he could see that Levi had closed his eyes.

He could feel his cock now too, hard and wanting as it emerged from the slit. It was slick with Levi’s arousal and hotter to the touch than Eren had ever felt it before. Though the feeling was different, Eren was pleased to see that it was still recognisable as the same dick he worshiped regularly. He gave it an appreciative stroke, enjoying the warmth spreading through his hand as he glided up and down the slick shaft.

Levi’s tail came up to wrap around Eren’s ass, to pull him closer, and Eren let out a soft moan. The scales were cool and firm against Eren’s skin, a little uncomfortable actually, and it was strange not to be able to tangle his legs with Levi’s.    

“Your tail feels weirdly...strong.”

“There are muscles in there,” Levi said, and squeezed a little tighter. “You not enjoying it? Grass always greener?”

“It’s just taking some getting used to,” Eren admitted. “But no, I think I like it.” He ran his hand from Levi’s human waist down to where his tail began, fingers testing and pressing into the scaled, strong flesh. New and strange and Levi .

The corner of Levi’s lips quirked into a small, half-smile, and Eren bent forward to kiss him again. They stroked one another, rubbing their cocks together. He could tell Levi was being more careful with his touch than usual, careful to keep the hooks of his nails from hurting Eren.

“Would it feel good if I went down on you?”

Levi snorted. “What do you think? Don’t be a moron.”

“Be nice or I won’t suck you off,” Eren warned.  

Levi didn’t say a word.

It was strange not to be able to shift down between Levi’s legs. Instead, Eren knelt before Levi on his right side as he began to explore the slit with his tongue, running teasing circles around Levi’s dick.

He ran a hand up Levi’s tail, where his thigh would have been, and inadvertently provoked a full-body shiver from Levi.

With a hiss of pleasure, Levi said, “Do that again.”

“What did I--?”

“Around the fins.”

Eren moved his hand back down and ran his thumb around the soft fins, his tongue still running teasing circles around the base of Levi’s cock.

“Happy you decided to try this tonight?” Eren asked, lifting his head so he could see Levi.

Voice pitched low, Levi said, “I’m coming around.”

Levi’s hips jerked as Eren enveloped him into the tight heat of his mouth, cock ramming down the back of Eren’s throat in his surprised pleasure. It only took a few sucks before Levi tugged Eren’s head up, said, “I need to be inside you.”

Eren turned himself so that he was facing Levi’s tail and eased himself down onto his waiting cock, letting himself be filled to the brim.

Levi groaned softly. “You were ready for me already?”

“Yeah,” Eren said, voice breathless. He’d prepared himself earlier in anticipation for this, biting back his moans in the bathroom as he’d opened himself up, imagining this moment.

As he moved, he bent forward so that he could finger Levi. He timed his movements with Levi’s thrusts.

“Jesus fuck,” Levi gasped as Eren added a second finger. “I always thought it was fucked up that my asshole is on the front, but I’m starting to think I was wrong.”

Laughing softly, Eren shifted so he could gain more leverage with his knees and lift himself a little higher. Levi’s hands came to rest on his hips, and he was panting beneath Eren, thrusting up into him with barely contained strength.

“God, you feel so good,” Eren said, pausing his movements. “But I really want to see you now.” He slid off Levi’s cock and turned around to take in Levi, fucked out, forehead damp with perspiration, lips bitten red. His eyes were so dark with lust that Eren let out a soft, breathy moan. “You look so good too.”

He knew he was the only one who had seen Levi quite like this, and he understood what a gift it was. Eren drank him in, he trailed kisses across the part of Levi’s body where the human muscles ended and the blue hues of his tail began. Fingers rubbing that tender area at the base of his fins. It was rare that Levi was vocal in bed, but he kept whispering Eren’s name like it was a surprise each time Eren touched him just right.    

Eren nearly sobbed with pleasure when Levi was inside of him once more and he’d wrapped a hand around Eren’s cock.

“ Eren .” Levi gave a bitten-off moan, hips bucking up as he rutted into Eren desperately. The back of his head tipped back, tips of his pointed ears brushing against the headboard.  

Eren could barely formulate words, but he managed to choke out, “Christ you look so fucking beautiful like this. Fuck me harder, please, ” he begged, moving his hips to try to take Levi in deeper.

Maybe this was the only way he’d get Levi to accept a compliment without argument because there was no flippant reply, no changing of the subject. Instead, Levi pulled him forward into a searing kiss. His lips moving against Eren’s like a drowning man, and that was it for Eren. He came in hot, stick bursts all over Levi’s chest, and a moment later Levi gave one final, deep thrust and came too.

     “Why now?” Eren asked the next morning. Sunlight flooded the kitchen overlooking the shimmering lake. He was standing by the sink, waiting for his pot of coffee to brew when he’d finally worked up the courage to ask these questions. “Why never before?”

Sometimes Levi could be coaxed into talking about his feelings, but as the silence dragged on, Eren doubted this was one of those times.

Levi took a sip of his tea before finally saying, “I’ve never had sex in my mer form before.”

Eren already knew that piece of information, but he stayed silent and still as he waited for Levi to continue.

“I was afraid if we started you might hate it. It’s part of me, part of who I am. Who the Ackermans are.”

Puzzled, Eren said, “But that’s exactly why I love it. Love you.”

“You also might have loved it too much,” Levi said wryly.

“What do you mean?”

Levi crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. Light cut across his face, streaking across his cheeks as he sighed. “There’s a world out there of people who are willing to pay good money to fuck someone like me. I don’t want to be someone’s fetish either.” 

They’d turned up the heat that morning, but the kitchen hadn’t yet warmed. Eren frowned down at his fuzzy slippers. He couldn’t possibly think of Levi that way, the thought of it completely alien. It pained him to think that Levi had believed that this whole time, that maybe Eren’s own worries had fed into Levi’s fears.

He spoke carefully, “You know it’s been three years, right? And that I’m in this, really in this. It’s not because you’re a shifter or in spite of you being a shifter. That’s irrelevant. I love you .”

“Alright,” Levi said, looking into his tea cup as though it was telling him something important.

“If that makes me a fish fucker so be it.”

Levi’s eyes cut to Eren’s and he laughed, his arms dropping by his sides as he relaxed.

Coming to stand before Levi, Eren rested his hands on his shoulders, made him put his tea down. “I meant what I said last night too.”

“What? ‘Fuck me harder, please’?”

“Yeah, and the part where I called you beautiful. You are. All the versions of you.”

“Thanks,” Levi said reluctantly, expression blank. “That’s...good.”

He probably was dying to tell Eren to fuck off, so Eren’s words must have really touched him if that was the reply. Eren grinned. “And I hope we can do it again so I can fuck you next time.”

“Idiot.” Levi tugged Eren onto his lap, laughing quietly as he rested his forehead against Eren’s arm. “We’ll see,” he said.

And that was enough for Eren.

[vaingloriosa]

oh, how they shine for you

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 1,009

Summary: You miss how the stars shine at night.

Requested by: @susiephalange

Author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOM HIDDLESTON! didn’t know it was his birthday and i happened to be writing this. pushed myself to finish it so we could celebrate my mans!! miss. susie wanted some loki fluff and i HOPE i delivered or else i gotta retire or sumn. haven’t written for my man in so long so please forgive the off character-ness

Sometimes during restless nights, you wish you could kiss the stars.

The world above always seems at peace with stars glimmering across the jet black sky, the moon rising high to say hello and goodnight at the same time, and the universe stands still for just one second. You remember nights with your mother as you stood outside and pointed out as many constellations you could see; a luxury you never thought you would miss. Moving to New York City was not a regret but you oftentimes yearned to explore the sky during times like these.

You toss to the other side then let out a frustrated sigh. Fishing for your phone on the nightstand, you raise the screen up with the time mocking you.

2:03 AM.

“What is it, little dove?”

A warm arm snakes around your waist as your back presses gently against your boyfriend’s chest. You hum in content however the tender embrace still doesn’t cure your insomnia.

“M’sorry for waking you, love. It’s nothing. Just...go back to sleep,” you try to tell Loki but you realize it’s futile. He never liked seeing you in distress and would do anything in his power to help you no matter what. Loki peppers soft kisses along your bare shoulder, his warm breath causing goose flesh to form across your skin. You want to enjoy the moment if it were any other time other than you being awake at such an odd hour.

“Waking up during the middle of the night is not ‘nothing’. Besides, we both know I don’t need sleep.” Loki runs his hand over your upper arm with his fingers playfully messing with the seam of your night shirt’s sleeve. You close your eyes, giving into his touch and listening ear. You adjust your position on the bed with your body now facing your boyfriend. Despite the near darkness of the bedroom, you can still make out some of his facial features but he still appears to be a shadow. Your hand finds a home on his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his own night shirt.

You smile at the domesticity.

Tapping your fingers nervously, you shake your head. “When I moved to the city, I forgot what the stars looked like at night. They always provided some sort of comfort to me ever since I was a child. With the lights and heavy pollution, New York City isn’t too friendly to the universe.”

Loki shifts slightly, nestling his head into the crook of his elbow as his hand softly caresses your hair. “Do you wish to see them?”

“I would like to. It just sucks that you have to drive three hours into the countryside to even catch a glimpse of them.” Your tone sounds defeated as if you were a valiant hero who has met their match. Even though you two have been dating for awhile, Loki still finds little things he’s never known and continues to learn more about you. He can tell how this eats away at who you are, how much this meant to you but only for the experience to be taken away from your grasp. While Loki’s thoughts stir above his head, he feels you nuzzle your head deeper into his chest and let out an exasperated sigh.

Defeat.

What was once a dark room suddenly becomes illuminated in a shade of green. Loki raises his hand above the two of you then closes his eyes, you watching his every single move. Opening his eyes, you move your gaze to where his eyes are trained at. Before you know it, the roof of the apartment disappears and is replaced by something much darker. You squint your eyes to try to make out what is happening then you see them, the memories you never thought you would be able to recreate again.

Stars shining above, shining just for you.

You let out a small laugh of disbelief, turning to Loki to search for answers. Loki knows that he could’ve easily taken you to another realm, another universe, bend all of space just for you to watch the stars. The Northern Lights, the Atacama Desert, even the volcanoes of Hawaii here on Midgard to show you the universe however you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Hanging the night sky over your head in the apartment you two share was the sweet compromise Loki came to. Watching your eyes glimmer in awe at how captivating and magnificent the magical illusion was, the look in itself made it seem that you hung up the moon and the stars yourself and you were merely fascinated by your own work of art.

“Loki,” your voice is barely a whisper, “thank you.”

Loki places a soft kiss on your head and brings you closer to his chest. You hang your arm around his waist to anchor yourself before you float away. The illusion slowly changes to display the Milky Way’s entire glory. You gasp, haven’t witnessed such a phenomena with your own eyes before. It all seems so real, almost as if you could stretch your arms out and be able to touch the fabric of time. With a god as your boyfriend, you wouldn’t doubt you could potentially be able to. The warmth of Loki’s chest, the rise and fall of his chest, the scent of your lavender lotion, all gently rocks you into a sense of security.

“Do you want to hear another story?”

You hum in affirmation, knowing that you absolutely adore Loki’s storytelling. Every time he opens himself up, exposing that vulnerability for you...you treasure each story. Loki can tell you already have one foot outside the door into your dreamworld but for you, the sound of his voice will seal the deal. You’ve told him many times before how much his honey voice can lull you to sleep.

“My mother used to tell Thor and I stories about how the stars got their names...”

You smile at the sentiment right before you slip into the pleasant embrace of slumber.

Tagging some loki sluts: @kwaiky (honorary loki slota), @cura-posterior, @connorshero, @the-darklings, @black-widow-fangirl, @attentionseekingprincess, @sethrine-writes, @deviantramblings, @bbyicicle and @moonbeamgogh (HERE’S TO US LOKI FUCKERS!), @drmsqnc (i SEE you), @rebelfinn (ya dig??), @michverse (i know you’re a thorhead at heart pero i know u got some lokinator in your heart, too...somewhere deep down)

[saltine-kakyoin]

🎶 and jotaro and also kakyoin AND another character..whoever u want ;)

oho… you’ve sent me another message? you know what comes next bro, u brought this upon yourself….this is us now man

anyhow, AH. thos boys…god this one is gonna be so difficult because I have So Many Songs that are tied to them. as for the other character, i think i will do my boy sergio because i really need to share my brainstorming songs for him before i explode! :0 thank you again for sending these in, bro!! have a good night, ily! c:

this will be long bc i always ramble..i will be tagging this as long post for mobile gang!

Jotaro:

thom- i hate to start this off with a jotakak-themed song because i know some people Despise jk. i’m sorry for y’all who do, but ahh this song has been stuck in my head for days now! :’( In terms of the SDA, i always think of this song as like…jotaro’s bittersweet journey w his feelings for kak. it’s something about the like, ghostly windchimes in the beginning, the phone buzzing in the bg, and the “please don’t run away”s man, ahhh. I listen to this song a lot when brainstorming him coming to accept that friendship is as far as he and kak go. However,“ The pitter patter gave a rather rinse and lather feeling/ As opposed to shitty attitudes that made me bitter after laughter/ And I dearly regretted it” really makes me think of pt. 4 jotaro in any context. We only see the end result of his development from SDC, but like hhh… do you think he regrets being so gruff? I think of that 1 fanart where he’s looking at the group picture + hoping they knew he wasn’t annoyed by them (or something along those lines, i forget the exact line…ahh)

something’s missing- So, ofc not all parts of this song apply.. and truthfully, I listen to this song while thinking of the immediate period after the crusade in the SDA and how the crusaders are all left with this hole in them (..@kakyoin literally.. i’m sorry i had to. also, abdul is the hole). Out of all of them, though, I always think of Jotaro the most w this song- “My dad asks, ‘Were you okay out where you were stranded?’ How do I tell him that I wasn’t just okay… I was so much better?” LIKE DAMN THAT IS ONE (1) KUJO JOTARO… :( i think he comes back from the crusade and just feels.. severely misplaced. Going back to Japan and the girls following him to school every morning feels so alien to him.

tempest rhapsody- this song is just… *chef kiss* It makes me think of like. star platinum’s first manifestation, and of the emotions one would feel during a 50-day crusade to a place you’ve never been before, where you run the risk of death at least once a week…how would it feel to know if you got seriously injured in a fight, there would be a very real possibility that your *cough* dearly beloved *cough* mother could die? this song is my answer to that question

only in sleep- another choir song! i cannot help myself. This one is more for canon Jotaro. I’ve read a few fics about the universe reset where he’s reunited with the other crusaders one last time before everything becomes nil, and…..augh. “The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild — Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child?“ is imo such a jotaro 4 am deliberation

softly- THIS. this was the Original jotakak song, no offense thom. i used to listen to this song on REPEAT while reading nessun dorma, ahhh. so much of the sda jotakak dynamic is shaped from that fic and this song, hghshg. Anyhow, now that I’ve worked on the development of their relationship in the sda, this song is most definitely a song for the jotaro who unknowingly pines in 3rd year and then comes to realize that ah…these are Emotions during uni. during their third year, jotaro and kakyoin do a ton of self-exploration, and spend more than one night floating in the pitch black void of the ocean talking about what they’re going to do after graduation with only the stars to accompany them. they lose this when jotaro goes to florida for uni + kakyoin paris, but they make up for it by calling each other all the time, so “Touch you softly I call you up late at night” made this song an instant hit in my book ghshghw. I adore this song, through and through. ;u;

post-published honorable mention bc i rediscovered him while i was workin on polnareff’s playlist!! DOLLY ZOOM is another really good song for pining jotaro. in the sda, he feels really Horrible about having a crush on kakyoin for a long time because he and his family (that is phrased weird, i am sorry) are the entire reason kakyoin got a hole punched right through his abdomen and spine. they’re the entire reason kakyoin spent months learning how to walk and use his legs again. he doesn’t do anything except bury his feelings because, to him, it’d be Really selfish to do otherwise. i listened to dolly zoom nonstop when i started writing Jotaro’s Decade-Long Yearn because it captures the guilt really well, ahh.

Kakyoin (it is 1:24 am as i’m starting this… let’s see how long i agonize over this part lmao)

ultraviolence- ahh, ze Mindworm Song. I really despise diokak and the fact that he had to spend like…3-4 months with the mindworm just chilling in his brain, but I can’t ignore the fact that he latched onto dio’s friendship and was initially elated to have that whole thing happen. It haunts Kakyoin in canon, and it Most Definitely haunts him in the SDA, and i think he and jotaro have a lot of conversations about how and why and what that whole experience was like. I always end up coming back to this song when brainstorming this year in the au. The beginning just sounds so lonely, and the background choir/ voices really give me the heebie jeebies. Then, there’s the build-up to the beat drop, which really make me think of like. what being mindwormed could feel like? And how it must feel to be so lost in that sauce that you become a passenger in your own mind, lost to the whim of one super manipulative vampire, augh. “You give me love, you know you give me love with your ultraviolet rays” ties into a few of FKA Twigs’ other songs where she sings about not being enough and really obsessively deriving love from someone whose attention is ultimately really harmful and unhealthy, and I think about that and Kakyoin a lot. :(

sound and color- so truthfully, this is my go-to song for any character that dies/almost dies and comes back, or goes through a Huge Life Change. kakyoin fits both of these bills to a T! this song makes me think of getting used to being around such a rowdy but tight-knit group of people who genuinely care about you All Day Long after spending your entire life in isolation. I always think of like, a happiness montage when the second half of this song comes around, and the montage i daydream about for kak during that section is *chef kiss* Sound + Color is like one of the best songs ever, and it’d be a crime to not have a kak setting for it. 

first love/late spring- fellas, here’s the kakyoin equivalent to jotaro’s softly. this song was IT, back when the sergio-divergent au and the “All the Crusaders Live” au were two separate things. back then, kakyoin and jotaro’s realization that oh, fuck, they really meant the entire world to each other happened much earlier in the plot. Looking back on that now makes me squint, but I do think that this song is still really fitting for kakyoin exploring those feelings- friendship is one thing, but romance is something entirely different and a lot more intimate. i think it’s a tug-of-war for him, between wanting to jump in to those feelings and wanting to run far far away from them because he doesn’t want to be wrong and ruin their friendship. good times in the kak hole

last words of a shooting star- I really love the bastard fucker side of kakyoin that is explored and celebrated in our fanon, but I can never shake the fact that some of his last thoughts were of his parents (and i think he was sorry for making them worry? which… baby…) and that his polite, “outwardly anxious” presentation was this big facade for like.. the Deep and Soul-Wrenching loneliness he felt because he was a stand user? The first stanza and “They’ll never know how I’d stared at the dark in that room/ With no thoughts” make me think of kakyoin deeply- if his family had never gone to egypt and he’d never met dio or jotaro, what would have happened to him? Who would he be? i’ve always been super attached to that part of kak bc fundamentally… I Relate. but also i am just fond of it because it makes me sob- he deserved so much better than to get murdered by the same man who manipulated his entire identity right at the climax of his character arc….some crimes can never be forgiven, hirohiko….

vertigo- i don’t listen to this song for kak often, but it is a Quintessential Kakyoin song. according to khalid’s twitter, vertigo is a song about “Overcoming overthinking. After every dark days, there’s a brighter outcome. Being at a super low place in your life and realizing that, there’s other people going through that same path you’re walking down. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel. It’s also a story about fear of abandonment.” which….Big Kakyoin Energies. The “Are we alive?Or are we dreaming?” part also ties back into the Kakyoin Parties in a Coma for a Month arc- your mind has a wild wild time when you’re in a medically induced coma, theoretically because it’s trying to fill in the blanks for all of the stuff you’re sensing? And coming out of a medically induced coma is a bizarre experience, where it’s hard to tell if you’re still in the coma and just imagining things or if you’re actually awake. Kakyoin has a mad time in the month immediately after SDC, one that i’m sure he doesn’t enjoy too much after the death 13 fight.

honorable mention goes to i am not yours- this has been a kak song to me for a long time as well. the context of the song is way different from my interpretation for this setting, but AH. I just think kakyoin really struggles to differentiate and understand romantic feelings. This song really reminds me of that struggle, and I think also touches nicely on like. the identity issue of it all too.. “yet i am i, who long to be” yanno? ; J ; it’s hard for me to explain

another honorable mention, my statue sinking. in the sda, after the events in egpyt, kakyoin is thrown into a coma for like an entire month while his body gets operated back together, and then he spends months in physical therapy learning how to walk w a prosthetic spine (kudos to cyborg speedwagon being a reverse engineering madman :D). i like to imagine that there’s also some degree of therapy going on this whole time, also. you don’t just get donuted + thrown into a coma for a month without some counseling to get you back on your feet..i think the lasting effects of dio’s influence are addressed here, but only briefly because it’s not something kakyoin is eager to explore. however, I think that this song captures the like... distress? i guess? of knowing that your life has been irreparably thrown off course because of dio. like yes, you met some really wonderful people that helped you learn how deeply healing friendship could be! but also.. you lost months of your life to mind control, and then another month to a coma, and then additional months to training your body to function again....there’s some psychological stress there. While I think that Jotaro and Polnareff are affected the most by the crusade, I think they all emerge from it with some degree of ptsd. Being targeted by complete strangers at all times of day cannot be good for your mental health, you know? Anyhow, I think My Statue Sinking captures that aftermath feeling really well. Everyone survives and recovers from the crusade, but there’s a part in all of them that is lost to Egypt. 

on to sergio!! (it is now 2:04 am lmaooooooo) sergio will be easy because I only ever listen to the same handful of songs when I’m writing him hdhgh

i will come to you- this is THE sergio song. i think of this song every time i write about him, whether it’s the “believe in me…” “also believe in me” lyric exchange that i imagine he has with both tomoko and holly; the “and i will pray to my father…my father…and he will abide” part being about him reaching out to joseph with his final breaths and spilling all of the beans about dio and begging him to finish things so that Tomoko and Josuke, the Kujos, and he and Suzi can be safe; the “foreeever……foreee-eever.. forever..” part being where he dies and his soul passes into the next realm.. “even the spirit of truth [golden prophet] whom the world [..yeah..] cannot receive, because it seeth him not [bc suad defects and buries sergio instead of bringing his dead body to dio]. Neither knoweth him, but you know him…for he dwelleth in you and he shall be in you [literally the entire joestar/kujo/higashikata family being so near and dear to him + his spirit being with them even after death]” and then, like.. george i, jonathan, and george ii coming to retrieve his soul during the “heeeee shallll beee in youuu” part… “i will not leave you comfortless. i Will Not leave.. You Comfortless… iiii wiiiill come…. to you.. to You” part being about his soul mingling within star platinum and crazy diamond because he has a Need, even in death, to protect them. UGH (also his essence being especially prevalent in crazy diamond, which is partially why its power is to repair things!! bc hamon! ; O ;) literally I have an Entire music video with sergio’s death set to this music. i’ve listened to it way too many times.

when david heard- so to be frank this is actually more of a joseph song, but it’s only a joseph song when sergio exists + gets murdered. :o i cried the first time i listened to this, and then months later i listened to it while thinking of sergio + like. sobbed fr fr. Joseph is asleep when Sergio calls him, so he gets sergio’s final message as a voicemail on his answering machine hours after the fact. the message itself is chilling because Joseph had no clue his son had gone on this huge mission by himself to kill Dio, and now he’s dead! however, it’s made even worse because Joseph wasn’t there to pick the call up and comfort his son in his dying breaths or do Anything. it’s just like Caesar, which is. god awful. it’s such a horrible realization because sergio, whom joseph named after what caesar wanted to name his own son, has been condemned to the same fate as his namesake. Thus this song- i’ve yet to come across a song that captures the feeling of hearing that kind of news so well. (also when i tag things as my sOOOOON or *cries my son in 8-part harmony a la whitacre*, this is the song i’m referencing :D)

zombies / terrified- ahhh, these songs capture the HORROR sergio feels upon sensing dio’s presence in Japan really well. (also “I’m going to eat you alive/please don’t find me rude, but i don’t eat fast food/ so don’t run too fast” is SUCH a dio mood…) Sergio maintains his composure about the Dio Dilemma for a good year before he flies off the handle, and his entire proto-crusade against the vampire is just. Laced with paranoia, even if he is learning a ton of useful skills. These two songs capture that feeling of something constantly watching/creeping up on you so well, and ever since i discovered them, I’ve listened to them for Sergio inspo.

the prophet- This is the only song I’ve done so far that the characters would actually listen to lmao. Sergio is a Huge fan of The Temptations, and his stand is actually named after this song! (+ the esoteric title for the hermit, which was really amazing luck on my end ; J ;) it also had a huge hand in figuring out what his stand power would be, the lyric that decided it was “God doesn’t listen to the words you pray; he hears what your heart has got to say.” However, the entire last stanza of the song ties really well into his character arc fhshgh. Also, this song just feels like it could Be the child of Bloody Stream, if that makes any sense. it’s so groovy and funky, but the lyrics are like big ominous lmao. I was super ecstatic to find this song- if sergio were to ever get an animation, this song would be the OP, yanno?

armageddon- This is another “this song would be on their personal playlist” song. Sergio’s got a lot of love for all styles of music in his heart, but jazz is his home base and always what he comes back to. I like to imagine that Lisa Lisa’s husband introduces Sergio to Wayne Shorter’s music at the age of like 8 or 9, and Sergio’s just. obsessed with the man’s music for the rest of his life. I really love Shorter’s explanation for the meaning of this song and its album as a whole: “What I’m trying to express here is a sense of judgment approaching - judgment for everything alive from the smallest ant to man. I know that the accepted meaning of ‘Armageddon’ is the last battle between good and evil - whatever it is. But my definition of the judgment to come is a period of total enlightenment in which we will discover what we are and why we’re here.” Like… wig.. I feel like that’s such big sergio energy. Armageddon itself also feels like a really nice ED- it’s lively, but in a good episode-ending kind of way. Do i dream of animating Sergio’s adventure one day? Mayhaps.

honorable mention goes to just my imagination/ my girl- We’ve covered that Sergio adores The Temptations, so it’s no secret that he would listen to these songs ceaselessly. however, i really like the broadway harmonies + instrumentals that they did for Ain’t Too Proud, so that’s what’s goin in here. these songs are THE tomoko/sergio songs…He loves Tomoko and the way she quips + teases + gets up to nonsense with him So Much. There’s a huge part of him that has No Idea what Tomoko sees in a music geek like him, but ughh he is so grateful that she likes him because she is a Goddess. he’s blessed yo..

[writeinmysoul]

This started off about one thing. And then just me being whiny again.

I shouldn’t fucking miss you almost 2 years later. I fucking hate myself. And I hate that I miss a friend who made it clear they don’t need or want me. And I go months at a time doing mostly well not thinking about it much. And then just getting hit in the face with emotions and missing a friendship that I once again thought would actually last. But what do I know about any kind of relationship lasting? I fuck up literally everything. And I’m just so fucking tired of it. I don’t even know how to be close to anyone, and I haven’t for so long. Fuck romantic relationships, I got commitment issues with platonic friendships as is.

Even when I’m surrounded by people I enjoy being around, I don’t know how to just enjoy being in the moment for longer than a few moments at a time. I don’t know how to actually feel connected to them. And it’s always been like this, but I feel like it just gets worse as time goes on and the more people leave. And I always feel like people are really just too fucking nice to tell me they don’t really want me around. Like they always secretly hate me. And even when I’m actively doing things that I feel must absolutely be annoying and that they must hate me for, I have no fucking idea how to stop. I don’t know how to shut up or how not to say certain things. I don’t know how to fucking just be chill. I’ll try to sit still and just be quiet. And it never lasts. And it’s like I’m watching myself being the annoying fucker I am from a distance and I can’t stop.

And it’s worse when I’m around more than one person, because then I’m constantly falling in the background, and sometimes that’s what I want, but then I have to fight just to finish a sentence. No matter who I’m around, and I guess it just fucks with issues I have from my growing up, but goddamn, do I fucking hate not being heard or not getting to finish because I’m constantly being cut off. And it makes how I feel so much worse. Sometimes I’m happy I get cut off cause I’m like, okay, if no one is listening to me, then I can’t be super annoying by not shutting up cause I’m bacially forced to shut up. But I also feel so shitty cause I spend my whole life not being heard when other people are around. And it feels like further proof of how annoying I am or how no one wants to hear what I have to say? Because honestly, who would.

Idk. Nothing I’m typing makes any like chronological or categorical sense. I’m just like typing cause I’m like crying but not crying and it’s a mess. I just always feel so alone irl, and I’ve been more social this school year than the last 2. But that’s my life I guess. I never feel like I can reach out to the ppl I know and talk to them. Even when I know that they’re the kind of people who absolutely wouldn’t mind. And I feel like I’m being stupid more often than not. And like nothing I have to say is worthwhile bc it generally isn’t. I haven’t opened up for real for real to anyone in my real life since Wendell in 10th grade. And I haven’t felt actually close to anyone since Brenna 2 years ago. And I hate that I barely know how to be a person. Let alone a person with other people.

I don’t know how to be close to them. How to talk to them. How to act. How to be a decent friend. What’s too much and what’s not enough. Especially if I have to initiate a conversation or interaction because that absolutely terrifies me. I’m always afraid no one really wants to hear from me or be around me, but because I generally befriend nice people cause nice is important, I feel that they must be too nice to say no. And the whole time just waiting and wanting to get away from whatever social interaction we’re having. And I’m almost always starting the interactions cause I always feel so fucking alone. Like. God. I can go on for a while now. And nothing I’m saying is making sense and there’s too many thoughts in my head. And I’m fucking sad. And fucking yearning. And fuck my emotions, the few times I feel them.

Good fucking night ig. I give up.

[thorsthot]

Love Lost - Thor

This contains INFINITY WAR SPOILERS

@jonsnowisthesexiestbastard said: Hi, can I submit you a fic request ? So it's a Thor x human reader during Infinity War. She is an Avenger married to Thor and they have a child but they were on Earth during Ragnarok so she thinks he is dead. Then when Thor come to Wakanda and she is happy to see him but she end up in dust at the end. I dont know if it make sense so you can change some details if you like. Also I really love your work thank you ❤❤

Warnings: Probably some tears! 1.5k words

Authors Note: Bitch I cried. Also, yeah I used actual lines from the movie. Also sorry this took so long!

“I don’t know what happened,” Bruce continued. “I fought Thanos and then next I knew I was here.”

Bruce told you the story about what happened to him during the last four or so years, plus seeing Thor and going to Asgard for the first time. It was a long story, but he explained what happened on Sakaar and how Ragnarok and Hela destroyed Asgard. How they’d finally thought they had a safe haven, but Thanos came in looking for the Tesseract.

Your heart sank. You’d hoped Thor was out there somewhere, but it wasn’t likely. So many different scenarios ran through your mind. There had to be a sign of him out there somewhere. Plus, how would you tell your child? She’d be heartbroken if she found out her father was dead.

“So, he’s dead?” You choked out, trying not to cry in front of everyone, but even that was hard.

“I’m not saying that.” He looked at you with weary eyes, “But there could be a possibility.”

Your heart felt heavy. You couldn’t control your breathing. It felt like the air was leaving your body and the walls were caving in. You could feel every word Bruce spoke in your chest.

“Listen, Thanos could beat me and he only had one infinity stone,” He stood up, his voice more serious in tone. “If he got the Tesseract he’s even more powerful.”

“And who knows how many stones he’ll have by the time he gets here.” Steve buts in. By now all the sorrow made your blood boil. You were experiencing so many different emotions. Your jaw clenched, and your hands balled into fists.

“And if he has five out of six infinity stones, he’s even more powerful than before.” Bruce went on.

“That’s why we have to destroy the mind stone.” Wanda looks down at her hands.

“We could do it without killing vision, think about it.” He looks around, surveying the room.  

“There’s a bit of Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me; the stone.”

“So, what you’re saying is Vision isn’t just the stone?” Wanda asks, wholeheartedly. Honestly, she was relieved that she wouldn’t have to hurt vision.

“I’m saying we take out the stone, there’s a whole lot of vision left.”

“Can we do that?” Nat asks.

“Not me,” He pauses, “Not here.”

“Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast.”  Rhodey states.

“I know somewhere,” Steve replies.

“I’m going to kill that purple fucker if it’s the last thing I do.” You speak out after silence.

Battle time, well, it’d already started. Weird space monsters were killing themselves to get within the perimeter. She was far away but you could feel that weird blue alien bitch smirking. You were sure your heart was pumping out of your chest. But you wanted payback. What else could you do besides fight? For your sake, your daughter's sake and the sake of the universe.

You know that feeling you get when you can literally feel and see the world spinning? You didn’t have that feeling. Instead, it felt like the world was still. The trees weren’t making a sound. The only sound there was, was the sound of people fighting for their lives. It’s funny because on any other mission you knew it wasn’t the end. But the possibility that this could be the end terrified you.

You were sore and tired. Running from the government every day sucked, but you hoped it would all come to an end. A peaceful end. But life’s full of surprises. It wore you out. The aliens kept multiplying and you were sick of kicking and punching everything that goes in your way.

That’s when he showed up; the man of your dreams. In a big gust of lighting and thunder, he sent everyone back in ablaze. You knew it was him. You knew how powerful he could become. A new ax whirled around, slashing through every alien in its wake. It was an entrance that truly couldn’t be topped.

He stood there, a raccoon on his shoulder and a tree? You knew space had to be full of surprises. And the long story that Banner was adamant about telling you furthered that. Everyone watched as this handsome god you called your husband arrived to save the day. You felt much safer now that he was here. Now knowing he was alive and well. You missed him.

“Thor!” You screamed, running over to him. You jumped up into his arms, and he caught you. Spinning you around, you kiss him.

You could taste the longing and the hurt all inside a simple kiss. A single tear ran down your cheek. You broke the kiss, wiping the tear away.

“My princess,” He cups your face and looks into your eyes.

“Is your eye a different color?” You inquire.

“Long story. But now, we have a war to win.” He says, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And you two continued the fight, side by side until most of the alien bastards were gone. And you had to admit, the raccoon and tree were kicking major ass.

You all traveled to the forest area, while Thor and others stayed back. The only sound was that of the trees whistling in the wind. It was an eerie feeling that didn’t settle too well with you. You could feel the sense of danger erupt in your stomach. You could hear your heart beating rapidly. The wind was blowing and it felt old.

Through a fiery burst of a blue cloud of smoke, out came that purple bitch. He was tall and big, walking through like he owned the goddamn place. His aura was violent yet yearning like he’d lost something. But that didn’t matter. He was here now, and you could feel the slight uncertainty in the air.

“Cap. That’s him.” Bruce warned.

“Eyes up. Stay sharp.” Cap confirmed, running up.

You all ran up to him, one by one. But with the flick of his wrist, he sent you all spirling, cemented in your places. Different colors of the infinity stones surrounded your bodies as you were sent flying away. He had five out of six stones. If he got to vision, it’d be over.

Being thrown down, you watched as Vision pleaded with Wanda to destroy the stone. She was the only one to do it. It is for the best. You watched as the red streak appeared from her hands, preparing to destroy the stone. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. All of you laid there, watching as Thanos approached the two. Wanda fed him off using her other hand.

You gasped as the mind stone erupted from Visions forehead, sending his body slumping to the side.

“I understand, my child,” Thanos started. “Better than anyone.”

“You could never.” Wanda was distraught. In the span of a couple years, she’d lost her brother, and now her lover.

“Today, I lost more than you could know.” He pats her on the head. “But now is no time to mourn.”

The words he spoke were near malicious. He spoke with such high class and sincerity, you wondered how he’d ever come to this decision.

“Now, is no time at all.” He balled his fist and turned it. A green circle appeared around it.

It was amazing, yet horrible. With a simple turn, he reversed the time, bringing vision back together. He grabbed ahold of his neck, bringing him up. And as if he was picking flowers, picked the stone from Visions forehead. Dropping him and placing the stone in the gauntlet. Energy surged through his veins. He was powerful now. There was no stopping him.

Thor threw his ax at Thanos, flying it into his chest. Thanos dropped to his knees as Thor flew over to him.

“I told you,” He grabbed the back of his head. “You die for this.”

Edging the ax deeper into him, you felt the stress come off your shoulders and you could finally move. You got up and slowly walked over to the scene. It was over, finally over.

“You should have. You,” Thanos spoke, breathlessly. “You should have gone for the head.”

You felt unwanted tears escape your eyes. It was the end. There was a 50/50 chance that you, Thor, your daughter, or anyone could die right down. He snapped his fingers and you couldn’t feel anything. It was like everything had stopped. The gauntlet was charred around his hand.

“What did you do?” Thor repeated. Without an answer, Thanos disappeared back into the cloud.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asks, walking back onto the scene. “Thor, where’d he go?”

“Steve?” You watched as Bucky whisked away in dust. The gun he was holding dropped as his body disappeared. You felt something rise through you. It was uncomfortable, and you needed it to stop.

“Thor, baby.” You fell silent, it was over, endgame.

“Y/N, my love,” Thor reached out for you, but in the time it took, like that, you were gone.

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[bbybucky-fics]

Sugar burn (part 1)

summary: despite his hard exterior lance loves to spoil and praise his athletes (as well as you) but when you come to visit him at his gym, his acts of kindness are too familiar and insecurities as well as fears rise to the surface

pairing: sugardaddy!lance tucker x reader

word count: 2466

warnings: mentions of sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship

a/n: s/o to the amazing anon who gave me an awesome prompt for this fic!

His smile is worth a million dollars, his teeth that peek through his infectious smile gleam and shine more than his Olympic medal does. Lance Tucker is in a good mood and for the past year and a half, he has been nothing but smiles and kind words. His students: the Olympic hopefuls never question it, glad that the once complete and utter asshole has toned down and is now nothing like his former self.

Lance Tucker no longer flirts with anything on legs that walks through the door, in fact, the definition of a bachelor doesn’t even look at other women like they’re a piece of meat. He’s a changed man, his students, as well as his colleagues (including Hope who doesn't fail to make fun of him claiming he's gone soft), know it but they don’t know why.

They don’t know that you’re the reason why he showers his students in affection – the good kind not the flirty bordering on sexual harassment kind. They don’t know you’re the reason why he walks through the gym doors every day feeling like both a God and the luckiest man alive. You make him feel all the emotions he had tried too long to pretend he didn’t feel. It was love but not the conventional kind but the kinky kind of love.

You were his sugar baby and he was your sugar daddy, it had been that way for a year and a half. In that time you had been gifted with not only presents galore but also Lance’s undying, unwavering love and affection for you. The two of you were irrevocably in love, the nature of your relationship had not changed much: Lance still showered you with all the gifts a girl could want and you gave him all the sex and love he had only ever dreamt about. It was perfect and the two of you had never been happier.

It’s no different that morning, Lance is walking with his head held high a smile gracing his once hard features. No one bats an eyelash at his behaviour, not even Hope who doesn’t attempt to make a snide remark about he clearly woke up on the right side of the bed. He walks with a spring in his step to the office where he sits down, hands behind his head and his legs perched atop his desk. Lance sits there for a while enjoying the memories of the night before, he had gifted you with a beautiful pendant necklace and you had shown the gold medal winner how much you appreciated the gift. Lance licks his lips at the thought before he’s brought out of his head by the sound of his phone chiming away in his back pocket.

He quickly fishes it out and stares down at the message that greets him with a look of pure adoration, I miss you, daddy it reads and his heart can’t help but leap at the thought of you missing him just as much as he misses you. He also can’t help the arousal creeping up on him at the name you gift in the bedroom, you take the role of his sugar baby seriously and he won’t ever deny that.

Lance’s reply is quick, his heart yearning for you as he types out his response, I miss you too princess. I can’t wait till I get home to see you. Can you come to the gym in a couple of hours, I really can’t wait. He doesn’t mean to sound desperate, he doesn’t but there’s something about you that makes the man go crazy without your touch and your love.

Your reply is just as rapid, Yes. It’s one small, simple reply but it elevates Lance’s mood even higher.

The gold medal winner wants to run to the rooftop and yell his love for you, he wants to jump up and down because he knows he only has to wait a couple of hours till he sees you. Lance doesn’t care that no one in the gym knows, all he cares is that he gets to see you.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself but then his latest protegee walks through the gym doors and he gets to work quickly.

His athletes are even more pleasantly surprised by his mood than usual, they know something must be happening to make Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker a ray of sunshine but they don’t know just what yet. His athletes are even more surprised when he comes back from one of their brief breaks in training holding a tray of cupcakes.

They look at him with their eyebrows risen in unison, Lance chuckles in confusion before saying, “Don’t worry I didn’t poison them I just thought you deserved a treat for your hard work at the gym and outside of the gym. Consider this a cheat day!” His athletes don’t complain instead they hungrily grab at the cupcakes, devouring them in an instant. Lance watches his students and chuckles before taking his own cupcake.

That’s the not the last gift of the day, only thirty minutes afterwards when the athletes are showing off their routines does Lance say such kind words of praise they believe he must be drunk or high. Their assumptions are wrong; he's just happier than usual and is not afraid of showing that fact. He's happy because of you.

It when he’s in the middle of correcting one of his girls’ stance do you walk through the gym door unheard and unnoticed by anyone in the room. You stand patiently in the corner, your eyes twinkling with admiration for you man hard at work. You watch as Lance’s hands slide down her sides like he had done to you many times before he puts her into the right stance. His athlete then proceeds to perform her routine perfectly much to the delight of her teacher, your sugar daddy, your boyfriend.

He claps enthusiastically earning applause from his other athletes. “Delilah that was perfect, your form was amazing. It was honestly the best routine I’ve seen all day, you’re a rising star Delilah and don’t let anybody tell you any different.”  He says making the young girl in front of him blush. It makes your face scrunch up in what can only be interpreted as disgust. You don’t like the way he’s talking to her: in the same way, he talks to you full of pride and praise.

You know you shouldn’t feel the way you do because he’s just doing his job and encouraging his students but you can’t help the insecurities and jealousy creeping up on you.

But then Delilah smiles up at him and he says, “Come in my office later on after you’ve done working on your stances with Hope, I have something to give you.” Lance even throws in a playful wink because he’s in a good mood. His words sound like something you or any of the other students shouldn't be overhearing.

You can’t help but recoil in pain at his words and the meaning behind them that you have created in your head. The words are innocent but to you, they are not. You watch half-heartedly as Lance dismisses his class for a lunch break and head towards his office not noticing your figure in the corner of the room.

You hesitantly follow his path, his athletes staring at you in wonder as you head towards his office. You can’t help but feel anxious under their stares as you try your best to push your jealousy down and knock on the door. When you manage to, Lance beams up at you and for a brief, fleeting moment your jealousy disappears.

You don’t say anything as he lets you in closing the door behind you. “I missed you so much, princess. I’m so glad you’re here.” Lance mutters before he cups your cheeks in his hands. You (somehow) manage to smile up at him.

Lance doesn’t notice, too busy staring into your eyes before his lips press to yours. You can’t kiss him back not when out of the corner of your eyes you spot a neatly wrapped gift that you have a feeling isn’t for you. You hope and pray it is but a part of you know it’s for his athlete who he couldn’t seem to stop praising.

When you don’t kiss back Lance pulls away a small pout on his face as his fingers brush softly over your cheek. “You gonna give me a kiss, princess?” He asks a small amused smile on his lips as he draws your body closer to his.

You swallow thickly, eyes darting away from his own. Lance doesn’t miss this; his face contorts in confusion before his fingers sneak under your chin making you look up at him. “Princess what’s the matter. Did something happen?” He asks being as protective as ever.

His gaze burns you severely as he waits patiently for your answer but it never comes. He groans in frustration, his hands tearing away from your features before coming up to tug harshly on his hair. “Babygirl, I’ll get on my knees. Please just tell me what happened?” You can’t look at him because your eyes are firmly glued to the gift that’s taunting you on his desk.

You need to know if it’s for you so, you push your jealousy and anxiety aside before saying, “I’m sorry I was just thinking about something. Everything’s okay.” It isn’t but until you find out who the gift is for, it has to be.

“Does that mean I get a kiss from the most beautiful girl in the world?” Lance says and you smile up at him despite how much you want to frown and let your jealousy take over.

“What do I get if I do?” You ask making Lance chuckle.

“Well you get-“ Delilah walks in making Lance’s speech come to an abrupt halt.

You can’t help but glare at the girl as she smiles innocently at Lance. The worst thing was he smiles back, the same way he smiled at you. It cuts like a knife.

Your jealousy’s rising as well as your need to make it known to Delilah that Lance was yours.

“I had a break now coach Tucker, what was that you wanted to give me?” Delilah asks playing with her fingers all whilst staring up at Lance through her eye lashes. You had done that to him on many occasions and the small action made Lance’s mind race with images of you.

He can’t help the small but significant slip up he makes next because his brain pulses with you and you only. “I got you a gift princess.” Lance doesn’t realise his mistake and Delilah doesn’t bat an eyelash but you, on the other hand, can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips.

Lance looks to you weirdly before pushing the gift in Delilah’s hands, Lance watches patiently as he opens it to reveal an intricate headband. It was the same headband you had pointed out to him in a shop window hopes he would get your subtle hint.

“It’s perfect coach, I love it!” Delilah exclaims practically jumping into Lance’s arms.

“You deserve it all of it Princess and more.” He’s said those exact words to you every time he’s gifted you with a present and suddenly you want to scream and cry at the top of your lungs. You can’t fathom why he would be treating her like this like she was you.

You watch as she hugs and leaves Lance and suddenly you can no longer stand. You’re sat on one of the chairs in his office as tears fall down your cheeks. Lance looks at you in concern, he drops to his knees his hands running along your thighs.

“I knew you weren’t alright, what happened princess?” He asks and all you can do is shake your head.

“Now I’m your princess what about the girl you just called princess, the girl you showered in praise, the girl you gave a gift and said the words you say to me every time. Is she your new sugar baby, is she your new girlfriend? Because you’re making it seem like she is.” You practically explode, your emotion running wild.

Lance says nothing taking time to digest your words. When he’s done comprehending everything you have to say he speaks up, “I’m sorry babygirl, I didn’t realise what I was saying. You know I would never purposely call her that, you’re my princess and no one else. As for the gift she deserved it for her good work, you don’t need to worry Y/N I promise.” Lance tries to reassure but you can’t help but find yourself shaking your head in disbelief.

“You were treating her as if she was me, if so then what am I here for?” You ask because it seems to you that your duties are being fulfilled by another.

Lance’s hands find yours squeezing them in reassurance before saying, “I love you, princess, none of it is true.” But it is and that’s the thing that hurts you the most.

Lance stands to go to sit next to you but then his door opens and for you, there’s no going back. “Hi sir, I just wanted to thank you for all the kind things you said about my performance as well as the gift you gave me.” It isn’t Delilah, it’s another girl who is beaming as widely as you do when Lance presents you with a gift or offers to pay for something for you.

It’s the last straw, both of you know it. “Y/N,” Lance calls as you get up and make your way towards the door pushing past the girl.

You say nothing as you leave, the athletes and Hope all look at you with wide eyes and surprise but you ignore their stares as tears stream down your cheeks. Lance tries to run after you but his student is blocking his way and chatting his ear off about God knows what. When he finally gets the chance, you’re gone.

Part 2

[monstrous-beauty]

Monstrous Beauty Text Posts

Jake: What (and i cannot stress this enough) the fuck/ sure. blame the guy who's a huge idiot who causes a lot problems, again/ Me in jail: so are you guys familiar with the cell block tango/ Apparently "the vibes are off" isn't a just excuse to leave work early/ what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck/ what doesn't kill doesn't kill you/ yesterday at target the cashier said "your receipt is the bag* and I responded with "you too" so I've been dealing with that for the past 18 hours but I'm slowly coming to terms with it which is cool/ *enters my own password* i'm in/ due to personal reasons I will be cheating death/ *gets down on one knee* *gets down on the other* *doesn't get up ever*/ Not to be dramatic but if I don't get my life together I will die/ I have pure intentions, bitch! you can't kill me/ cop: can you describe the guy who stabbed you me: yeah he was not very friendly

Storm: Which is messier my life or my hair/ "I am unknowable" I say as I overshare my biggest childhood trauma's in the first conversation with someone/ I love laying the FUCK down and sleeping/ me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault/ my only goal in life is to destroy the space-time continuum/ i am a huge fan of space, both outer and personal/ Yeah sex is great but have you looked at common English words and then followed their systematic time changes back through Old English and Proto-Germanic all to the way to their Proto-Indo-European roots, whispered one of those roots out loud, and been overwhelmed by a sense of Lovecraftian insignificance as it dawns on you that you just reached back across scores of centuries and spoke a word older than civilization itself?/ but i don't have a hyperfixation i'll die

Adrienne: im so tired of this life. i want to be a roomba. i want knives taped to me. i want to be set loose./ are my prophetic visions a joke to you/ There has been a lady inside my head screaming for the past 10 years and u think taking a bath and doing yoga will stop her? U are wrong. She is a very mad lady and she will not be silenced/ Cranky because you haven't had any prophetic dreams to aid you on your quest aren't you/ i wish it was 1600 so i cood spelle words howe everr my harte destyred/ me: *hangs out with little kids and tries to teach them self love and feminist ideas*/ Pros and cons of wearing all black pros: hot as hell cons: hot as hell/ If someone points at your black clothes and asks you who's funeral it is, a look around the room and casual "haven't decided yet" is a good response

Solais: mentally i'm at least 5"11. physically? don't worry about it/ don't call yourself edgy unless you talk to dead people and have daddy issues/ im a simple gal. people raise their voices at me, i cry for an hour/ once i figure out how to hold a conversation it's frienship for you bitches/ me: *is tiny* me: (;'._.');/ no homo bro *thinks about you* thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you*/ Listen man I'm just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself/ i was put on this earth to eat bagels and be gay/ actually Ratatouille is the dish's name, you're thinking of Ratatouille's monster. im what the kids call

attention seeking/ me gay? why yes thank you for noticing/ on all levels except physical, i am a little heart shaped candy that says "i'm all yours!"/ nothing is awkward or cheesy if you don't give a fuck. i'm on this earth to have a good time. not to be cool./ i aspire to be one of those people who is known for always smelling good and treating people kindly/ big heart energy/ me @ you: >> this is my protecting women and girls knife/ doing violence tonight so watch out if you're weak to attacks/ why did my last two braincells have to be a sad one and a stupid one/ goes to the kitchen holds a knife in my hand for a while. puts it back. goes back to my room

Mal: these hands rated e for everyone/ forgive me father for I have sinned in all the coolest and most glamorous ways possible/ "I expected better from you" well that was your fault lmao i got nothing to do with that/ im beautiful im delicious i literally cannot die i want 200 dollars/ friendly reminder that i literally cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down/ Slutty in theory but not in practice/ I just wannna be vaguely unsettling, not even scary or creepy, I just want people to look at me and feel like there's something A Little Bit Wrong but they don't know what when they tell the story of the slighty cryptid being to their friends later/ Hmmm gay rights but only for me i think? The rest of you are on your own/ i say i'm gay a lot for someone who is technically bisexual/ occupation: the family disappointment/ [steps on my emotions and grinds them under my heel] anyways/ i am evil and not straight/ me: breathes parents: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR ATTITUDE/ you ever listen to your dad talk and be like "why are you like this?"/ dont you hate when you wake up and you're awake/ oh god...oh fuck...*yearns*/ Due to personal reasons I'll be going feral/ Quitting school to become a plant who wants to join me we can make a forest/ Anyways! *climbs out of the scattered and ruined debris of my feelings*/ so what if i love you. shut up/ i ask myself 48 times a day "am I being dramatic? Is this #toomuch?" the answer is always yes of course/ *lawyer voice* eat a dick, your honor/ I may seem like an asshole but deep down I'm good person and even deeper down I'm a bigger asshole/ in my defense, i was left unattended