#that sorta stuff with double meanings

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

do u ever wonder if tolkien had thoughts about bilbo actually being queer when he established the man was a confirmed bachelor/never had a partner in the end. did he ever had such thoughts never written down. like did his character just run from him and he realized oh this little man is queer queer

[lupizora]

☁️ Cloudy (for the WIP ask game) 😊

Thank you, dear!! ♥

☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)

To be fair, this is a bit of a complicated question. I seem to consider most of my WIPs as active and current, simply because I will rotate them in my mind like a rotisserie chicken over months (or years) one or more at the same time.

But there is a common consensus in the case of personal projects (instead of fics that I have written for events or gifts). Inspiration will come from the most random source and is always accompanied by a "what if...?" question. Then it snowballs from there like the fastest avalanche on this planet.

There is no fandom or ship I have written about so far that didn't start this way. It's so obvious that even I can see the signs, clear as day, nowadays lol 😂

So, to give you an example, this is how I got really into DCMK and Kaishin in particular. Firstly, I opened the fandom wiki (since I had only watched MK 1412 at the time, thus some of the DetCo characters I was coming across in fics were new to me). I read there that although characters are shared between the Magic Kaito and Detective Conan series, they are essentially two different universes with separate rules (which in conclusion has characters literally NOT EXISTING in one of them). Not to mention the fact that it's uncertain whether KID knows Conan is Shinichi in the actual manga canon of the series (unlike what the movies will have you believe). In turn, this finally leads me to this question:

"What if, when Shinichi returns from being Conan, notices there is a disparency between his memories of KID's involvement in his life and everyone else's memories of him. He tries to find the truth, but slowly comes to realize that the difference is so big that it can only be accounted for as a parallel universe existing alongside his, and has to ask himself the question Which version of this guy is my thief?"

Suffice it to say, this was the very first WIP I started writing for this fandom, and it unfortunately still remains unfinished. I want it to be a one-shot, but it's probably gonna be a long one-shot (given the subject matter). I also kinda overthought about whether I wanna have this fic as my first published one in this fandom (since it's a bit odd and niche and it turned out deeply personal somehow).

I guess that's a question for future me 🫣

Wip Weather Ask Game

[mommyslittlebird]

You Look So Good (On Your Knees)

Voyeur!Mommy!Wanda x Daddy!Natasha x Reader

What was supposed to be just a weekly movie night quickly turns into something else when you catch a glimpse of something you weren’t supposed to see.

CW: Voyeurism, threesome, strap-on, flogging, orgasm denial (? A tiny bit?), caught in the act (once again a tiny bit), punishment, dacryphilia, degradation, hair pulling, choking (not really), reader calls WandaNat mommy/daddy

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is for @wandamaximoffsbadgirl. Thank you for all your help! I hope this was worth clawing your way under the door. Writing this (particularly the very end) has put me in a total WandaNat x Reader tailspin so expect some fluffy domestic stuff in the coming weeks.

A/N: I kinda sorta definitely double dipped for this fic, and it’s a spin of a different fic I did for a different fandom. But new fandom new crowd, and I figure almost none of you have read my non-marvel work. So the self-plagiarism is strong, but will probably go unnoticed anyway.

“Wanda? Natasha?” You called into the seemingly empty house.

It was Thursday night, your designated movie night with the couple: your long term friends and fuck buddies. They’d given you a key months ago. So, when you knocked and no one answered you just let yourself in.

You set down your bag in the living room, looking for them around the house. Their cars were both in the driveway. They had to be home. After investigating the first floor, you went upstairs. Maybe they were already in the bedroom waiting for you. That is where you always had your movie nights, after all.

You cracked the door open to find them both on the bed, Natasha underneath Wanda in an intense kiss. Natasha was grinding up against Wanda’s thigh, whining and breathless. You could tell by the way her hips were starting to falter, she was close. They must’ve been at this for a while. You didn’t want to interrupt.

You took a step back, trying to quietly shut the door. Maybe you could just wait downstairs until they finished. But before you could click the door fully shut, you heard Wanda’s commanding voice. “Not so fast, little girl.”

You sighed. You’d been caught. You opened the door back up, revealing Wanda pulling herself away from her wife. She looked at you with a cold glare, curling her fingers, instructing you to come to her.

She had you stand between her legs at the foot of the bed. “Did you not think to knock when coming into mommy and daddy’s room?”

“I-I knocked outside! I couldn’t find you! I was just looking for-“ you desperately tried to explain.

Wanda cut you off with a smirk. “Well, you found us.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Oh but honey, you did interrupt,” Wanda explained condescendingly. “You interrupted and now daddy doesn’t get to cum.”

“W-what? No but she was so close! Please let her cum mommy,” you pleaded on Natasha’s behalf. You genuinely felt terrible. You knew what that kind of denial felt like and you would never wish it on anyone, especially not your daddy.

Natasha smiled when you jumped to her defense, joining you and Wanda at the end of the bed. She beckoned you over to her, quickly pulling you to sit on her lap. She wrapped her arms around your waist, whispering into your ear. “It’s okay, baby. You're gonna make daddy cum so good later, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, shivering against her. God, you had hoped movie night would start like this.

“But for right now,” Wanda started. “We’ve got to teach somebody a lesson about knocking, don’t we? It’s your fault daddy didn’t get to cum, so daddy should be allowed to punish you, shouldn’t she?”

You looked to Natasha, who just raised her eyebrows expectantly, and then you nodded. “Yes mommy.”

“That’s our good girl,” Wanda purred, running her hand down the side of your face and lightly pinching your cheek. “Now, daddy’s gonna get you all set up on the bench while mommy goes to get some toys, okay?”

They both stood almost synchronously. Wanda briefly disappeared into the next room while Natasha hoisted you up in her arms, laying you face down on the leather bench next to the bed. She propped the back part up so it turned into more of a seat.

Wanda came from the closet with a long black leather flogger, her implement of choice for this particular scene. She handed it to Natasha, who smiled and gave her a kiss. Wanda sat down next to you, propped up over a seat you were now straddling.

She wiped the hair from your face. “Ready?”

You nodded into the soft, plush leather of the seat. You could already feel yourself easily slipping into that fuzzy space, where all the thoughts, worries, and responsibilities became irrelevant.

Wanda smiled, noticing the way your eyes glazed over. “I need to hear you say it, angel.”

“Yes, mommy,” you said as clearly as you could muster.

Wanda ran the back of her hand down your cheek. You shivered. She was the only lesbian you’d ever meet who always wore acrylics. The sharp point of her stiletto nails on your face sent tingles down your spine. You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the sensation.

You felt the leather tassels of the flogger brush lightly against your back. You whimpered, squirming in your seat.

“You don’t have to count, honey,” Wanda soothed. “Just let go. Mommy and daddy are gonna take care of you. You don’t have to think about anything at all.”

With that you felt the first sharp sting of leather snap against your back. You let out a noise between a whimper and moan. Natasha started slow, each hit a distinct sensation on your back, but as she started to pick up the pace, the strikes became less distinct.

In less than five minutes, she’d made a mess of you. You whined and squirmed against the leather seat.

“Aww sweetheart,” Wanda cooed. “Do you need mommy to hold you still while daddy whips you?” Before you could answer, the blows stopped. 

“Nooo…” you whined. “Daddy keep going. Please I promise I’ll sit still. Please don’t stop.”

Despite your protest, you felt two strong hands pick you from your seat. “I’m not done, princess,” you heard Natasha’s soft voice say. “But you’ve gotta stop squirming or I’m accidentally going to hit you in the kidneys.”

You were lowered into Wanda’s lap, where your legs were forced wider apart in order to straddle her. It made it significantly harder to move. She locked her hand around your thigh to keep you in place. Her other hand gently massaged your hair. “That’s it honey. Mommy will make sure you stay nice and still.”

Her long nails against your scalp were almost enough to make the thoughts fly from your head. “But… But you’ll get hit.”

Wanda chuckled and kissed your temple. “Daddy has excellent aim, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about anything at all.”

The leather cracked against your back again. It hurt more now that your back was already raw. If not for Wanda’s hand pinning you in place, you might’ve jumped off her lap entirely. You whined wrapping your arms around Wanda.

She cradled your head over her shoulder, gently shushing your cries as she watched Natasha bring the leather down against your back over and over again.

“Mommy…” you whined into her ear. You were trying to ride her thighs like you had ridden the leather seat, but the awkward position prevented you from getting any friction whatsoever. It wasn’t even until Wanda felt drops of warmth on her thighs that she realized why you were whining.

“Aww,” she hummed, “you’re making a bit of a mess on mommy’s lap, baby.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you mumbled into her shoulder. “I just… it feels so good.”

“All this just from a flogging, sweetheart?” She teased. She would’ve loved to tease you further, but she was genuinely afraid you’d accidentally hurt yourself if she stopped holding you in place, much less if she had her hand between your legs.

You blushed, burying your face into her neck. “Mommy…” you whined when the leather stung your back once again. “Mommy please…”

Wanda’s heart melted at your words. The combination of your pathetic voice begging her for relief and your frail body in her arms made her want to ruin you in a different way. You were just so vulnerable. It would be such a waste to not take advantage of you in this state. “Alright,” She cooed. “I think she’s learned her lesson, hasn’t she Tasha?”

Natasha chuckled, but she stopped her flogging. “Do you think she’s learned her lesson, or have you just gone soft for a ‘mommy please’?”

Wanda wrapped her arm around your back, long nails still masterfully massaging your scalp. She rocked you back and forth in her lap. “Oh come on Tasha, look at her: getting all pathetic and leaky in her mommy’s lap. Doesn’t it just make you wanna…”

“Throw her on the bed and fuck her into the mattress until the only things in her little head are mommy and daddy?” Natasha finished.

“Exactly,” Wanda smiled mischievously. It was such a marvelous thing that she married someone who was always on the same wavelength as she was.

You were promptly picked up out of Wanda’s lap from behind. You whined, reaching out for Wanda.

“Now now,” Natasha chided. “None of that. Mommy’s not going anywhere. She’s gonna be here with you the whole time.”

She guided you to kneel on the bed, nudging your legs apart. Almost instinctively, your hands were crossed at the wrist behind your back.

Wanda hadn’t exactly planned on binding your wrist, but when you sat so perfectly, so expectantly, she could hardly resist.

“Natasha, would you like to bind this little darling's hands for us?” She instructed.

Natasha smiled, eagerly grabbing a length of pink ribbon and getting to work on tying your wrists together. She so loved tying you up. While a simple figure 8 around the wrists would’ve done the trick, she decided instead on a more complex design that would bind you up to the elbow. She knew she had time. Wanda would require a thorough inspection before she’d let Nat fuck you.

Wanda ran a singular finger through your slit. Her cold rings and sharp nail bumped over your clit as she dragged her hand upward. The sensation caused you to jump and whimper. Wanda just chuckled, bringing her finger lightly up your body until it was at your lips. You took her finger obediently between your lips.

“Do you think your ready for daddy to fuck you, baby?” she asked. “Does this needy pussy want daddy’s cock?”

You nodded, trying not to wince as her rings made their way onto your tongue, filling your mouth with a metallic taste.

“Which of daddy’s toys do you want, huh?” She asked, intentionally pushing down on your tongue so you couldn’t talk. “I’ll think I’ll have daddy use the purple strap. The one with the- what did you call them- the ‘mean ridges’? The ones that scrap against your special spot?”

You whined around her finger, giving her the most endearing puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster.

“Oh sweetheart,” she cooed, “do you not like that one? Maybe you’d prefer it if daddy tied you to the chair and you watched her fuck mommy instead, hmm? Maybe you’d just prefer not to have any orgasms at all?”

You shook your head frantically. You wanted to protest, to promise you’d be good and take that dreaded purple strap, but you couldn’t speak.

She chuckled. “That’s what I thought, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl for mommy and daddy, aren’t you?”

You nodded. She pulled her finger from your mouth and tilted your head up to kiss you gently.

“That’s our sweet girl,” she praised. “Aw it looks like daddy’s finished tying you up all pretty. Can you say thank you to daddy?”

You craned your neck to the side, trying to see her behind you. “Thank you, daddy, for tying me up all pretty.”

Natasha laughed, pulling you back towards her by the ribbon. She kissed you and smiled. “You’re welcome, baby. Can you show mommy your pretty ribbon?”

You attempted to turn around to show Wanda the way your hands and arms were intricately bound behind your back, but Natasha pushed you forward into the mattress. You yelped, surprised by the sudden move.

“A present, wrapped special for you, my love,” Natasha said to Wanda, leaning over you to kiss her wife.

“You always know just what to get me,” Wanda breathed against her lips. “Now go get ready, love. I wanna watch you make our sweet little girl cry.”

Natasha climbed off the bed behind you, disappearing into the next room.

Wanda’s nails were against your sore back, rubbing soothing as you lay in wait. You attempted to sit up, but Wanda clicked her tongue. “No, baby,” she chided. “Stay just like this.”

You felt the bed dip as Natasha climbed back on behind you. Her calloused hands lifted your hips so you were kneeling tall. The angle forced your face even further into the mattress. You couldn’t put your hands out to hold yourself up with them tied up behind your back.

Natasha ran the tip of the strap up and down your slit, pulling a muffled moan from your lips. She lined the toy up with your entrance, gently easing it inside. She threw her head back and moaned as she felt each of the ‘mean ridges’ push into you, then she pushed your hips forward and pulled them back, silently commanding you to fuck yourself as you adjusted to her girth.

The toy was, admittedly, slightly too big for you to manage without any discomfort. The ridges cruelly raked against your inner walls, causing you to wince with each movement. But with time, you were able to adjust to feel only a slight, delicious stretch.

After you’d grown to a moderate pace, Natasha took over, grabbing your thighs and pulling them back to meet her own. You let your body go limp, allowing Natasha to control your movements completely. You were putty in her hands.

“Fuck, Wands you should see her from here,” Natasha groaned, looking down and watching the large toy disappear inside of you over and over again. “Fuck it’s like she swallowing me whole. Needy little cunt. Can’t get enough of daddy’s cock can you?”

You tried to bury your face into the sheets to muffle the noises she tore from you, but you were unsuccessful. Without your hands or your arms, your range of motion was severely limited.

Wanda’s eyes went wide and her face cracked into a smile when she heard the first hiccup of a cry. She leaned forward. “Tasha, hold her up. I want to see her face.”

Natasha reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so you were face to face with Wanda. She could see the build up of tears in the corners of your eyes and the way your bottom lip quivered, threatening to give way to a sob.

“Aww, sweet girl,” she cooed. “Are you going to cry for mommy? It’s okay angel, you can cry. Daddy’s not gonna stop fucking you even if you are going to be a sobbing little mess.”

Natasha fucked you harder, nearly pulling all the way out before she slammed back into you again. She kept your head up, forcing you to look at Wanda even as your eyes rolled back and your vision went blurry with tears. Natasha wrapped her hand around your throat, grabbing you just under your chin. She braced her forearm against your chest, pinning you upright against her.

The position only accentuated the effect of the ridges, causing them to bump more aggressively against the spongy spot inside of you. “Aww look at how pathetic you look, crying your little eyes out while daddy fills you with her cock.” Wanda teased.

You felt Natasha’s breath hot against your ear. “Tell mommy how pathetic you are.”

You offered little more than a whine in response. Your bottom lip continued to tremble as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Aww, sweet girl, there’s no need to be embarrassed,” Wanda assured. “It’s just me and daddy.”

You weren’t truly embarrassed, if you were being honest. You honestly felt like a masterpiece: a carefully constructed vision that Wanda and Natasha had crafted you into. But you played coy nonetheless. You had more fun when Wanda told you how pathetic you looked anyway.

“Poor thing,” Wanda taunted, “never learned how to take a proper fucking without crying.” Her eyes never left yours. Everything about watching her wife handle your helpless body drove her wild.

“I’m sorry mommy… I can’t help it… daddy’s cock feels so good inside of me,” you panted.

Natasha felt a burst of heat in her own core. Between yours and Wanda’s words she could feel herself creeping towards the edge. She just needed a bit of a different angle. She released her hold on you, causing you to fall helplessly back into the mattress. Wanda gently turned your head, preventing you from muffling yourself in the sheets.

You cursed. The combination of Wanda’s gentle hands and the new angle that hit all your most sensitive spots had you so close to an orgasm. All it would take was just a little more pressure on your clit. Unfortunately, with your hands bound behind your back, you were completely at their mercy.

“Please…” you begged mindlessly. “Please don’t stop. Fuck daddy. Please never stop.” You felt so certain that if Natasha pulled out of you right now, you’d simply die on the spot.

“You want to cum on daddy’s cock so badly don’t you?” Wanda teased. “But you can’t touch yourself. Poor baby.”

Natasha changed her pace. She could feel her own orgasm building as she felt the pull of the toy’s ridges pumping in and out of you. “Beg for mommy to let you cum, baby. I wanna hear you begging like the little slut you are.”

“Fuck!” you sobbed. The words poured out of your mouth nearly as fast as the tears poured from your eyes. “Please I’m all yours. I’m mommy and daddy’s little slut. Please, you can use me whenever you want. I’m just a little toy for mommy and daddy. Please I just need daddy’s cock inside me forever. Mommy please let me cum.”

“That’s a good girl,” Wanda praised, “begging mommy and daddy to use you like a little toy. That’s all you are right? A toy for mommy and daddy’s pleasure?”

“Yes!” you chanted. “Yes! I’m mommy and daddy’s toy. Please let me cum. Please mommy.”

“I wanna see you cum on daddy’s cock. Can you be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock for mommy?” She asked.

Natasha curled her arm around your waist, pinching your clit and milking it between her fingers. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell apart.

Natasha continued to fuck you as you came, clenching around the strap. The pulsing put the perfect amount of pressure on her own clit, sending her into an orgasm not long after you.

She steadied herself on your hips, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain her composure. She pulled the ribbon, and Wanda watched in fascination as the entire thing unraveled itself. They both chuckled as your arms bonelessly flopped down beside you.

Natasha hooked her arm around your waist to prevent you from simply collapsing when she pulled out. She laid you gently on your side before climbing off the bed. She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you with Wanda.

You whined as the toy left, suddenly feeling terribly empty. Wanda sat down on the bed next to you, chuckling again as she bent over to kiss your temple. “I know, love. It’s just devastating that daddy can’t stay inside you forever, isn’t it?”

You nodded, whining again as you felt her wipe away the remnants of your orgasm.

“You did so well for us, love,” she praised, adjusting your position on the bed so you rested against the pillows. She pulled up some blankets, smiling as you wiggled in blissful content. “Comfy, honey?”

You nodded, reaching your arms out for her.

She crawled into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you. She kissed your forehead, earning herself a dopey, blissed out smile from you. She kissed your cheek, licking up what was left of a few salty tears. She moaned at the taste.

Natasha came out of the bathroom, freshened up in nothing but a pair or boxers. She joined you and Wanda in bed, crawling in next to you. She kissed the top of your head. “Are you girls ready for movie night?”

You nodded. “I already promised mommy she gets my movie night cuddles this time, though.”

“What the hell?” Natasha said jokingly, pulling you forcibly into her lap and berating you with kisses. “Daddy fucks you so hard you can’t think straight and mommy still get the movie night cuddles?”

You giggled, squirming out of her kiss attack. “You always fall asleep anyway!”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Because I just fucked you so hard you couldn’t think straight. You wear me out, little girl.”

“Fine, daddy cuddles until you fall asleep, and then mommy cuddles,” you compromise.

“That sounds perfect, princess,” Natasha smiled, kissing you briefly.

You looked to Wanda for her approval. She smiled. “Fine. You can cuddle with daddy for the 20 minutes she’s awake, and then you’re all mine for the rest of the night.”

You wrapped your arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight hug. “Deal.”

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Okay now that I've reblogged that one post...

Holy shit

Like, please understand me. This is how I already interpreted these relationships after reading Journal 3 but like

Wow Ford really was in a weird kinda complicated gay situationship with Bill and Fiddleford, huh? When he's all alone on Christmas in tbob he's all like "Oh yeah haha of course...of course. You have. Yeah. You have a wife, F. How could I expect you not to leave. I am totally not secretly hoping you'll turn around and come back to me, or that you'll even bring your family back here if you have to so I can see you. I'd retreat to my dreams but I haven't seen my muse in weeks and I miss him so badly. I'm so alone"

He and Fiddleford aren't even dating but it's hard not to get the light impression that this situationship is such that Ford kinda treats Bill like his comfort triangle from his head and dreams and Fiddleford like his comfort best friend in his lab. Like he's sad on Christmas that his boyfriends left him alone, you know? Of course it's definitely more complicated than just that, but they are dear companions to him

Or when Bill finally comes back and Ford is pissed

"You return now? After all of that, after me missing you so badly, almost dying, wondering if I'd dreamed it all up. You return now like it was no biggie? Did you ever mean the things you said? Did you not find some other scientist or some other big brain to talk up? Have you found someone else? Another partner?"

And then Bill, dodging the question was like "Funny you think I'm cheating on you as if you haven't been spending all that time with F. The side bitch. The third wheel. You've even considered telling him everything, even though you know he has second thoughts. Heh. A little birdie told me he dreams of shutting down the project even."

Leading Ford to be like "Aw hell how could I accuse my muse of such a terrible thing when I haven't been a saint. He's right! F has been much less motivated lately and I've just gotten so paranoid from the isolation. I'm so sorry for my baseless accusations."

I don't even have a lot to say I just love these three. Fiddleford put up with a lot of shit from Ford while also dealing with his own problems and trying to help him regardless, while Stanford saw him as a comfort and a good friend but ultimately someone who was of lesser mind than he and couldn't see things through his eyes, while Bill was in Stanford's corner actively making him worse and contributing to his isolation (trying to get him to drop Fiddleford and actively feeding his paranoia), while Stanford was seeing both relationships of his with stars in his eyes and rose tinted glasses because he refused to do some introspection

There's so much stuff that journal 3 and tbob added to the equation that's just bad/shitty all around. Can't believe Ford went through a double divorce/breakup despite not having ever been married (or, at least, despite not even officially dating them sorta)

The entire situation in the past is just tragic and hilarious and concerning all at once and that's what I like the portal trio for tbh

[rat6ix]

Alex kralie x loser-stalker! reader

Warnings: stalking (duh), reader highkey a loser…., subby reader, Alex is NOT having it bro ur cooked., this aint noncon dw. Mating press (love it sue me), humiliation lowkey, weirdo behavior from reader. Oh and public stuff but like it’s late and it’s an alley literally nobody uses trust, Alex reads reader to FILTH, gender neutral reader, readers described to be emoish (stud belt, eyeliner, ect ect.) degrading and stuff, Alex mean as hell, picture taking ykyk.

Summary: the boy you’ve been stalking for a few weeks now finally catches you in the act, luckily it works out in your favor…?

Sorta proofread ig it’s 9:16 am and i havent been to sleep yet.

Wc: 1.6k

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Maybe it was your fault you ended up in this situation —scratch that it definitely was. You’d been following him for weeks now and maybe just maybe you thought you could get away with it, and you would’ve if you hadn’t forgotten to turn the flash off on your digital camera. Nobody could blame you really, he was so pretty the thought would cross any insane persons mind.

So now here you were running through dark streets trying to get away from the guy you had been stalking, successfully making sharp turns around corners and dodging random trashcans and boxes just to trip over a loose raised brick in the middle of an alley. You must’ve hit your head on the way down, your vision was crossing, seeing double of the face that you knew so well. You tried to get away from him, trying to pull yourself backwards with your forearms.

“What the fuck was that?” Alex demanded, grabbing you by the front of your shirt bringing you closer to his face.

“I-I didn’t mean to i really didn’t-!” You tried to finish before he cut you off

“Cut the bullshit. You and i both know you wouldn’t have ran if you had nothing to hide.” He argued, letting you fall back before putting his knee on your chest and reaching into the pocket of your jacket. You panicked trying to keep him from grabbing your camera, the one with all of the pictures you had of him on it. You ultimately failed, flailing limbs uncoordinated, still dizzy from the fall.

“Whats this huh? What do you think im gonna find on this? You think i havent noticed you these past few weeks?” He growled, pushing you further into the bricks of the alley —you could feel a few of the uneven ones digging into your spine.

You watched in a ditzy horror as he clicked away at your camera, no doubt looking at all the pictures you’ve taken of him, out on the street, through the windows of stores, and your personal favorite, through the window of his bedroom. You’d only followed him to his house once, you had been too nervous to do it again, afraid of getting caught. He looked down at you, his gaze almost humorous, wondering how he could’ve possibly missed a loser with a camera outside of his window.

“You sick little freak.” He laughed in disbelief “what? Were you hoping to catch me getting changed for the night? Getting out of the shower? i bet you’d fucking like that wouldnt you?” He continued, leaning down, grabbing your face harshly to make sure you were listening to every word coming out of his mouth.

Your body shook as a sob left your throat, slurred apologies leaving you almost unintelligible only a few syllables could be understood. “No, you aren’t sorry. You’re only sorry you got caught.” He chuckled putting your camera down next to your head. He seemed to tune out your useless sobs and pleas putting a hand over your mouth before going to speak again.

“I know, you’re just a freak loser, you dont have any friends, you dont know how to talk to people, you really could’ve just asked me out instead of acting like a stalker and taking pictures of me.”

Your eyes were watering as the pain from the fall and Alex’s knee digging into your sternum started to set in along with the shame from the degradation and the fact that he was right. You hadn’t even noticed the way his hands traveled lower to the buckle of your studded belt, the sound of metal on metal dragging you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation letting your head fall backwards—which was a bad idea you realized as you winced when it hit the ground.

“Dont look so excited, you aren’t getting out of this that easily.” He chided, tugging your flared jeans down your thighs leaving them at your ankles. You knew you looked a mess, eyeliner smudged all the way to hell, eyes red and watery, jacket shoved open and your shirt halfway up your torso along with your pants and underwear around your ankles.

“Maybe if you’re lucky i wont leave you here after im done.” You could hear the disdain in his voice. You sobbed again and reached for him only for your hands to get shoved away with a scoff. It didnt take long for him to get his cock out of his pants, hand reaching up before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth successfully gathering your saliva the, lubing his hand up to stroke himself.

Unfortunately you didn’t get to watch any longer as your own thighs obstructed your view —Alex having pushed them upward towards your head but not quite all the way— pants falling back up your legs just a bit.

“Make yourself useful and hold your legs up for me.” Alex demanded, shoving two of the fingers that he used to lube his cock into you causing a strangled noise as you obeyed, a moan that got stuck in your throat. Your hands gripping the fabric of your jeans, the studs from your belt no doubt making imprints in your palms. Your legs shook as he fucked you with his middle and ring fingers at a slow but somehow still bruising pace, you could feel him pressing harder each time most likely on purpose.

You accidentally let your legs slip from your grasp, Alex catching them with a glare before rolling his eyes.

“Can’t even do something as simple as this right, don’t know why you thought you were competent enough to stalk anyone.”

He roughly pushes your legs back by the backs of your thighs, your knees closer to your head than earlier; then using his forearm to keep them that way while reaching down with his other hand to line his cock up to your entrance. He barely wasted any time, thrusting himself into you with little to no care, shoving your pants back up to your ankles to gain access to your face, forcing his lips onto yours, shoulders keeping your legs in place. You moaned into his mouth, both of you swallowing any noise coming from one another.

The alley was filled with nothing but the muffled sounds coming from the both of you and the slick sounds of his cock stuffing you over and over again. You let out a particularly loud moan when he plunged even deeper inside of you reaching your shaking hands up to grip his hair. His glasses were fogged up at that point, at some point you don’t remember when he had taken them off as to not obscure his vision and set them next to the camera.

You caught a smirk on his face before you were met with the familiar lens of your camera. Your eyes widened as the camera flashed, white spots filling your vision leaving you to blink them away.

“C’mon smile, freak. You dont like having your picture taken?” He laughs taking a picture of your tear filled face as you try to cover it.

“I didn’t hide when you took my picture now did i? Don’t be rude.” He mocks, pushing his cock deeper, a moan ripping itself from your throat and being caught on camera. He smiled before muttering something you couldn’t make out. As much as you didnt want to admit it, being caught like that on camera helped you get way closer to cumming than Alex initially thought.

“M’gonna cum— please!” You whine, your knees bumping into each other as you tried to hold your self back.

“Mmh..tell me you’re sorry.” Alex replied breathlessly.

“Wh—?” You started but quickly got cut off by Alex.

“Tell me you’re sorry for being a fucking stalker freak and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Alex retaliated, his hair stuck to his forehead, he was obviously close as well and he could easily leave you here on the ground of the cold alley. You didn’t wanna take that chance.

“Please, Im sorry! Im sorry f-for being a freak!—fuck!—im so gross and—and weird and i won’t do it again! I promise!” You sobbed, holding onto his forearms that were planted on the backs of your thighs as tears flowed down the sides of your face.

“G’on then, cum since you want it so bad.” Alex retorted probably not believing a word you said. He shuddered as you clenched around him, it was clear you came by the look on your face alone not to mention the way you were squeezing his cock. He quickly pulled out of you before moving, letting your useless legs crash against the ground before making his way up to your face, his legs straddling your shoulders as he jerked himself off over your face. It took no longer than a few seconds before his cum landed all over your face and in your hair.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath, shoving himself back into his pants and reaching for your camera.

“Say cheese.” He grinned at your cum covered face, you didnt fight it this time, showing the camera a blissed out smile as the flash went off and Alex got off of you. He put the camera down once more before helping you pull your pants and underwear back up, he even buckled your belt back up for you.

When you came to he was gone making you sigh in exasperation. You stood up with the help of the closest wall, wiping your face of any of Alex’s cum and reached into your pants pocket looking for your wallet, finding your wallet and a paper that had a phone number and “Alex” under it. You smiled before realizing your camera was missing, looking in the pocket it was usually in and even the area around you but to no avail.

“Fuck.”

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[stevengrantshubby]

some random musings ive been turning over since ive seen the movie (ive only seen it once at this point)

the fact that remmick only knew about the juke joint because he ate the KKK couple is so...interesting and i cant even articulate why. like yea the ppl at the juke joint were always going to be in danger (cause of the KKK who were coming in the morning) but all the vamp stuff happening to them cause of that just...i dunno! ive been thinking about it

grace and annie both being mothers (even tho annie's child had passed). theres a connection there somehow, but my brain is mush.

mary, even tho shes married to some yt guy, is still in danger by being there. i think the movie is explicitly telling us that when the KKK husband makes reference to "light-skinned niggers" and then obvi she gets turned and made into a double agent

i think the way the vampirism works in the movie is interesting cause both stack and mary seem to have genuine grief/anger when annie is killed. theres this...tension (i dont remember fully what annie said about what vampires are outside of souls being trapped in a dead body) cause yes remmick is in there too, sure. but mary and stack are also in there (as evident by the final scene with them). this makes the bo bits interesting. tho i think (or like to) part of it is remmicks desire to connect to his own ancestors and past, mixed with his victims desires to reunite with their family (but remmick's wants take precedent which is why no one just leaves him and goes to eat the town or something)

every sammie/peraline scene was cute as hell. ill never get over the "im married/happily?" exchange hehe. sammie being down to be an cheater is a great bit for him. he was so smooth with it as well. sammie is smooth when he wants to be.

i wish, i wish, i wish sammie and pearline got a song or something together.

when all the vampire stuff was happening but pearline was being kinda difficult, i think it sorta, highlights that shes not apart of the community in the same way everyone else is seems like. i think this makes her a...foil/parallel/whatever to mary in a certain way (theyre even introduced at the same time)

sammie keeping hold of his guitar, and getting it fixed, is really powerful as how he expressed himself and his musical gift that God (as per the movie imo) gave him.

interesting that both smoke and sammies father tell him to give up the guitar, but for different reasons, sammie doesnt listen to either of them

annies spiritual work (hoodoo) is pretty interesting in connection to the movies themes between connection with their/our ancestors (also id say that within the movie and the black american context christianity has been a tool of colonization and assimilation, even tho christianity has existed in africa for a long time, listen dont ask be the specific number but i think its more than a millennium, but yknow what i mean) especially cause it works and the prayer does not

very funny that remmick does his little song and dance of "oh pls help me" on the KKK couples porch but they only let him in after he flashes his gold at them. and then he tried the same trick at the juke joint. the loser cant talk his way into anywhere lol. (i also dont know much about irish mythology, spirituality, ect outside of pop culture stuff, but i feel like remmick may also tie into fae from irish myth as well as like being a vampire)

something about...smoke saying he doesnt believe in like demons, ghost, haints, things like that, he only believes in like money and power and here comes remmick, a supernatural being, with money an power

i prolly have more but these have been rotating in my head and are the ones i can mostly put into words. everything else is still a jumble and vibes.

🤔🤔🤔

[teethfairyyy]

Can’t function right now because all I can think abt is Corazon=black swan symbolism:(

WARNING!!! Me becoming the epitome of the phrase “the curtains are blue” AHEAD!!!

Like, black swans *black swan theory* symbolizes in literature and stuff a big change, twist, betrayal, or a surprising development. And than there’s Cora’s whole time as a spy before revealing himself to Law (twist!) and running away and betraying Doffy in the process (betrayal!), before he winds up double crossing the marines too (betrayal/unexpected development!) and his whole life for the time he had known Law was just unexpected reveal after another.

Another thing is that black swans were assumed to not exist by the Romans, the ppl who created most of the sayings and symbolism around these birds. Like how for much of Doflamingo’s life he had lived assuming that his brother was dead, thus no longer existing.

And once ppl realized that there IS such a thing as black swans, sometime in the 1600’s I think, the phrases where changed to reflect times when peoples ideas and systems of thinking are proven wrong by the mere existence of an unknown trait. Similar in my mind to the assumption that just about everyone in the Donquixote family had that Corazon was a clumsy, stupid, grunt who’s only real reason to be kept around beside his relation to Doflamingo was his unwavering loyalty to his brother. Literally every trait listed here became disproven once Corazon dropped his cover and proved himself to be highly intelligent, rigorously trained marine who was strongly opposed to much of his brother’s actions. (Admittedly the clumsiness wasn’t MUCH of an act).

Black swans are also known to be birds who are incredibly protective of their young, willing to fight another animal to the death in order to protect their chicks. God I’m going insane enough that I can’t tell how much of a reach all this stuff is.

And while this isn’t a BLACK swan, I also find there to be parallels between Corazon and MUTE swans for some pretty obvious reasons. Obviously there’s the whole mute thing linking them, but I also think that the fact that neither Corazon nor a mute swan is actually mute. Mute swans are generally quieter than most other swans, but they DO make their own calls, sorta like Corazon’s fake muteness.

And than there’s the whole phrase “a swan song”, meaning something or someone’s last performance, greatest achievement, or final battle of sorts. My mushy brain looks at this and immediately starts thinking about Corazon’s death, where he not only fought his last battle, but also completed what he considered to be the most important action in his life by saving Law. PLUS the phrase refers to the old belief that swans didn’t ever sing or make noise until just before their deaths, similar to how the only time that Doflamingo ever hears his adult brothers voice is during the few minutes before his death (at Doffy’s own hands)!!!

I’m not rlly sure how much of this is actually like a bunch of observations, and how much of this is just incomprehensible rambling from someone who reads too much in their free time and hyper-fixated on a side character who died years before the story he’s in even starts. Whatever. If u made it this far thanks tho!

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

any sevika x butch reader hcs? :P

i see her as soooo butch4butch omg. Transgression is so core to her characterization and I think she would find gender non-conforming dykes soooo attractive. Anyways

Butch4butch! Sevika x reader headcanons

✯ You’ve both got lil peach fuzzy moustaches and neither of u remove ur facial hair so when u kiss ur moustaches tickle each other a little bit.

✯ You’re both rather lesbian obviously and so your love for women n other queer people extends beyond romance. If some dude is bothering some poor chick at the bar, you become the Woman Protection Squad. You’re everyone’s lesbian moms/guard dogs.

✯ Idk who her parents are but she gives off military brat vibes/raised by a strict army father. Now she’s incredibly anti-military (”I didnt always see eye to eye with my old man) but she makes her bed meticulously army style. She’s disciplined like that.

✯ It drives her wild seeing you in “more refined” clothing. Which, for her, means pants without holes that are not jeans, and one of your gay little button ups you probably have. Especially when she becomes a counselor and you show up in Piltover all dyked out in your menswear. Old rich ladies are clutching their pearls and she could probably just take you right there.

✯ Your fav Sevika outfit is the rumpled boxers and wife pleaser combo. Nuff said. Also you share a closet and there’s not a really clear boundary with what belongs to who, except for a few items of clothing that are your “signature.” Like your leather punky battle vest. And her poncho.

✯ You guys would be the punky type of older lesbians that never fought for gay marriage because it was seen as assimilating to a heteronormative society and making queerness palatable to a straight audience. Regardless, you do refer to each other as life partners, domestic partners, sometimes wife. Not really girlfriend unless in a cutesy ironic sorta way.

✯ And as for cutesy nicknames? You call each other “my butch.” Or “my woman” or “my old lady.”

✯ If you did end up having a ceremony with friends and family to celebrate your bond, its double suits fosho. Not exactly matching, but complementary. Maybe borrowed parts from friends and family because who is gonna buy a new suit in this economy? We have a revolution to run!!

✯ It’s at The Last Drop obvs and you hop behind the bar and pour beers, getting your suit all wet. Instead of a bouquet toss, all the single people gather for a rapidfire round of blackjack for who’s the next to get married.

✯ Your “honeymoon” is camping in the nearest wilderness. its all either of you had ever dreamed of. You ride off on your shimmer motorcycle with a billion illegal modifications with cans hanging from it and a sign on the back that says “just hitched.” And you get to watch her chop wood. And she gets to watch you gut a fish. It’s like butchdyke brokeback mountain.

✯ Housework isn’t a masculinity or femininity thing to either of you. She can cook meat, you can do all the plants and veggies cause maybe ur like a gym bro health nut type. Her tendency to load up on protein and nothing else drives you up the wall. “Colorful plate, Sev.”

✯ She does vacuuming and laundry cause she likes to fold stuff a certain way. You do dishes cause neither of you are sure just how waterproof her arm is. And you pick up the clutter so she doesn’t irritate her bad back.

✯ She grills on the barbecue at the summer parties. You pour drinks and set up the trampoline and tetherball thingy/yard games for the kiddos

✯ Affectionate touches include: ruffling each other’s short hair. Pulling you in by the belt loops. Absentmindedly straightening ur rolled up sleeves. You like to rest your head in her lap when its the two of you on the couch and you don’t feel like talking. She uses ur head as a little desk for whatever she’s reading.

✯ You both wear gay little rectangular reading glasses. At night she reads whatever religious text Janna worshippers use in bed next to you and you gab. She peers over her lil glasses at u. Zaun is more religious than Piltover so maybe you both are people of the faith. But if religious trauma exists in this context and you’ve got it, she would always be respectful cause she knows what its like to feel like an outsider.

✯ Obviously you work out together, but neither of you have a consistent routine for that cause ur gay and probably have adhd and her line of work has inconsistent hours.

✯ You have a punching bag in the basement and sometimes the two of you let off steam by punching it back and forth like pingpong. (That’s not how punching bags move, but use your imagination.)

✯ It’s never been a plan for the two of you to have kids and i don’t see formal adoption/ivf/sperm donors being widely accessible in the undercity. But i can see it happening where a disparaged youth on the street adopts the two of you and you become parental figures in that way. Maybe you take in a young trans fellow with a rocky home life. also there’s isha.

✯ If you end up with a younger child in ur care, they call you mama sev or mama vika and mama y/n. Or a cultural name for mom if you have one.

✯ Sevika would be weirdly good with kids because she sees them as people with feelings. She wouldn’t talk down to them or anything. She would be the bad cop but also kind of a gentle parent type. And you know how people sometimes put their naughty kittens or puppies in “air jail?” She is buff enough to do that with her kid one handed until they’re at least ten. And she is the BEST at doing the airplane thing.

Fin.

[hexgaywire]

hey :}

could i please get luxiem hcs (separately) to their s/o having a different luxiem oshi? sfw or nsfw is okay :)

for example: dating vox but mysta is their oshi

thank you in advance! 🩷

Of course!

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"Luxiem's S/O With Different Oshis Headcannons"

Ft. Vox, Luca, Mysta, Shu, and Ike

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mysta in Nijisanji still if that bothers you.

»»————-　☾　————-««

Vox and you have been dating a bit

You found his voice to be familiar when you first started dating but you couldn't quite understand why

That was until he told you he was a streamer

It all clicked

You're familiar with the company he's associated with!!!

He smugly asks you who your oshi is

You pause

It's Luca, it's been Luca since you discovered Nijisanji

The smile slips from his face when you tell him about Luca

"Does this count as cheating? This feels like cheating?"

"Vox you know I love you right?"

"No why don't I call Luca and you can tell him that."

He gets all pouty

You try to console him

You really do

But the big baby is persistent

"So why Luca?"

"Vox honey, I really don't think this is a rabbit hole I wanna go down."

"It's his muscles huh? It's gotta be."

You sigh ultimately wrapping your arms around your pouty partner

"I love you Vox, that's all that should matter."

You kiss him softly and he gives in and kisses you back.

"For the record though I did watch you too."

"Did!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DID?"

»»————-　☾　————-««

The second you find out your boyfriend Luca is in Luxiem you realize it all makes sense

You knew he was a streamer but the fact that he was always traveling and had a nice apartment

You didn't realize he was a corporate vtuber

One night he asks you the question

"Have you ever watched any of my content?"

You don't want to... Sacre him away?

"A bit."

"I'm your oshi then yeah?"

Shit

"Luca I don't think that's really important right no-"

He looks almost horrified

"Is it... Is it someone else?"

He sniffs in feigning heartbroken

"Shu..." You mumble. "I watch Shu."

You study him as his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water

"I can't believe my own partner doesn't watch my content!"

He wails

"I never said that, you asked who my oshi was!"

You point and accusatory finger at him

Luca is jealous for all of ten minutes

Once he comes down he admits that Shu is very entertaining to watch

Forgives you but only if you promise to watch him more

»»————-　☾　————-««

Mysta lets it slip early in your relationship that he's a part of Luxiem

He was actually freaking out about missing a date bc of stream

It just sorta happened

Anyway months later Mysta asked you the question while you wash dishes from dinner.

"Hey babe, I know you watch Luxiem so who's your oshi just out of curiosity."

"Vox probably."

You say nonchalantly

"VOX!? Seriously!? The other British one, I see you have a type I suppose."

He's obviously pouting

"I watch you too!"

You turn to defend yourself.

"Nope it's not the same. Cannot accept this betrayal."

You drop the dishes to console him

He of course milks this for as long as he can

Eventually he folds when you kiss his forehead and tell him how much you care about him

Only then of course bc he's a diva

»»————-　☾　————-««

Shu doesn't really disclose his streaming career until much later in your relationship

You kinda found out way before he opened up to you

But to respect his privacy you never brought it up

"I'm a part of Luxiem."

"Shu I know."

"Oh. Well, okay now you double know."

You chat a bit about behind the scenes stuff

Before he asks the big one

"So who's your oshi? Who do you watch the most."

You laugh

You don't mean to

The way you found out Shu was in Luxiem was a collab between him and Mysta.

"It's Mysta.. that's actually how I found out you were in Luxiem."

He pauses

"So not me?"

"Not you."

"I see. I can understand why you like Mysta he's really funny."

Shu's actually really cool about the whole thing

Because that's just how Shu is

»»————-　☾　————-««

Similarly to Shu Ike is very modest when it comes to telling you he's a vtuber and apart of Luxiem

When he does tell you he's very nervous

"So what do you think about all this?"

"I think it's cool. I guess I should also admit I kinda know who you are."

Ike is dumbstruck

"Really? You know Luxiem and stuff too!?"

"Well acquainted actually, one of my Oshis are in Luxiem."

"Who!?"

Ike asks intrigued

"It's Vox."

Your sheepish

Ike smiles

Similarly to Shu he's super chill with it.

"I also love Vox's content so I can't blame you for having good taste."

»»————-　☾　————-««

Sorry this is so short! My requests are still open

[bomber-grl]

Hiii, I was wondering if you could writ Hiro with a really fem reader, like having a bimbo style, except she's not actually dumb, and it would be perfect if she worked at his aunt cafe

Thank u!!

Hiro x “Bimbo”!Reader ❤︎₊ ⊹

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x f!Reader

A/n: Might’ve made the prompt get out of control w the SFIT stuff but I’m a sucker for the “proving them wrong”/ looks dumb actually smart “sorta trope

Look, I love Hiro but let’s be honest… he probably didn’t think much of you

And by much, I mean about how smart you are

Yes, I’m basically saying he and everyone else (probably) were overtaken by the stereotype and your style didn’t help much.

Not that you didn’t look cool or pretty, you did

It’s just that the impression Hiro had of you really overshadowed anything, until you of course started talking to him.

You started working at the lucky cat cafe about a week ago and that’s when you first met Hiro.

He was off to SFIT one morning when you were introduced to him by Cass

Partially because you worked there and just usual introductions

But also because you’re around the same age and an extra friend or two wouldn’t hurt Hiro

At first he just says hi and is pretty dismissive plus I’d say he doesn’t expect much

But then he sees you one day on your break and your sitting by on a table doing some work on your laptop

He peaks over and sees some pretty advanced math (?) equations

Even for him..

Then you notice him and that’s when he flusters

He’s pretty embarrassed by his previous actions and gives a sincere apology through his actively reddening cheeks

Then you just say it’s fine and it’s not unusual

From then on he’s always stopping to talk to you when he’s on his way off to SFIT in the mornings

You two get pretty close and more often than not Hiro “lectures” or better yet, rants about robotics and more technical stuff

But that’s not the end

One day it’s a celebratory day

Sort of like a festive mixed with robotics kind of celebration

So obviously the friend group is there, Gogo, Fred, etc

They know of you pretty well, hiro told them about you and his admittedly embarrassing actions (in which he was teased for)

Then he spots a familiar figure

It’s you!!!

He’s so shocked like seriously then you make eye contact and you approach him

Surprise surprise you go to SFIT!!

How did he not know?? I mean he was forced to interact with Karmi because of the close ages

But turns out that you usually go on campus when he’s not since you have special permissions

What’s more? You do most stuff on your laptop or at your home and because of that might as well make money by working.

Double homicide for Hiro

He was basically mansplaining ranting about things you were more than well versed in

How many times does he have to embarrass himself before he catches a break (???)

Anyway you two become like this ��(that is to say, close/dating)

He learned his lesson (never underestimate ANYONE)

And also made sure to always assume you know something because god forbid he embarrasses himself any more

Plus atleast now he has someone to talk about his school stuff with and appreciate their style

Win win although it took some serious character development to get here 🤷

[preservationofnormalcy]

[As I climb the multiple levels of stairs to the ranger tower, I take a moment to stop and reflect. I’m exhausted - after the hike to get here, the relief that I felt upon seeing the tower was tempered by the realization I had several flights of stairs ahead of me. I was in Washington State, flown here by my handlers to talk to seemingly the only Esoteric Ranger that would be available for the next month. Not for the first time, I wondered what it meant that they heavily suggested my interview subjects. The best person for the job, or the best PR face in the department?

I reach the top and stop again, and take a drink of water. A figure sitting inside the room at the top turns and sees me, and gets up to open the door. He is young, in his mid to late twenties, long brown hair done up in a bun, a large scraggly beard over the top of his ranger uniform. He has a look of amusement on his face, a sort of polite smile doing its best to cover up a smirk. His accent is thick, Appalachian, and his demeanor still manages to convey a sort of genial calm.]

S] Meghan, right?

M] Yeah. Hold on, let me…catch my breath.

S] Aint no worry. Take the time you need. I’ll just leave the door propped open. And if it helps, there’s iced tea in here waiting for you.

M] That does help. I’ll just….be a second.

[After a moment, I joined the man in the observation room. A cot, a shelf of supplies, a desk with a radio setup, a laptop on a table. A simple room for an apparently complex job. The tree-eye logo of the Rangers is plastered on many surfaces, well worn.]

M] Sheamus Doyle, right?

S] Yes ma’am.

M] I’m Meghan.

S] Pleasure to meet you. Lemme just….

[He takes a jug of iced tea from a minifridge and pours some into two mismatched cups, sitting at the small table and glancing at his laptop for a moment as I sit across from him.]

S] Pardon me, just watchin’ the ‘squatches.

M] Watching?

[He turns the screen around - a topographic map of the area is displayed, black with white lines, with about a dozen white dots congregating in two places.]

S] We’ve been watching the cryptid migrations. They been odd since….well, since. Ain’t been following their normal routes.

M] Is that what the Rangers do? I’m sure you know I’m here to ask questions, so….I guess that’ll be my first one.

S] A large part of it, yes ma’am. Cryptid watch.

M] I guess that’s the “catch and release” part of the poster I saw.

S] Mhmm. It’s hard work, y’know. Better here’n in the Everglades taggin’ skunk apes though.

M] Let me look at my notes…kind of scrambled after the hike here.

S] Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Everyone’s gotta do a stint in the firewatch, and we pull double duty takin’ notes on the ‘squatches while we’re here.

M] Tell me a little about the Esoteric Rangers.

S] We’re older than the Office is. Bet they ain’t told you that.

M] How so?

S] Office was founded in ‘27, right? E-Rangers were a secret division of the National Park Service, founded –

M] 1916, eleven years earlier.

S] That’s right. Even then they knew weird stuff happens in the forests, so they had a little bit earmarked for people to investigate or protect people from the weird stuff, and the weird stuff from people. When the Office came around later, we got folded into them instead. But by that time, y’know. Eleven years. That’s enough time for a place to develop a sort of….culture.

M] How do you mean?

S] We’re under the jurisdiction of the Office for the Preservation of Normalcy, ma’am, but between you an’ me, the Rangers have our own ways of doing things, our own rules. Was a requirement of the merger.

M] I see. So forested areas are your jurisdiction?

S] Anything that takes place on ‘r around a national park or a nature preserve usually has at least one of us onsite. We have our checklists, our methods for findin’ out what’s going on. Weird shit happens far from civilization.

M] Like what?

S] Reality sorta…gets weak, out here. I heard y’talked to Wren.

M] I did.

S] They’re always on about that noosphere stuff. Out here, with no people, noosphere kinda gets a little…wobbly. It’s like…if enough human minds are the bungee cords holdin’ down a tarp. It’s fine most of the time, but sometimes there’s a wind, you know? The noosphere don’t have the guidance to tell it what to do, so you get…

[He trailed off.]

M] What?

S] I seen weird shit, ma’am. Woodpeckers that move backwards, sealing up holes in trees. Hikers from twenty years ago, missing their faces. Places where the sun never shines, like that old song. Areas that looked like Lucifer’s vacation home, all burned and sulphur-smoke. Deer speakin’ in the voices of dead relatives, antlers shining blue. Gunshots where there shouldn’t be people. Realspace is weak out here. Veil gets thin when there ain’t no one to see it.

M] Is all that true?

S] As true as Mama’s promises.

M] Mmh. Tell me about the….cryptids. What is a cryptid? I know it’s like…unknown creatures, but for you they’re clearly….known, right?

[He sat back after a drink of his tea, giving a wince and a so-so gesture of his hand.]

S] That’s the mundane definition, yeah. The Office’s definition of a cryptid is….a creature whose existence ain’t really evolutionarily plausible, that would raise a lot a’ questions were it known. Jackalopes, you know, no other bunny has antlers, sort of thing. They probably didn’t evolve, per se, so…

M] What about the sasquatch? Wouldn’t it just be seen as a missing link?

[He nods, thinks for a second, looks at his computer, and then jerks his head to the door.]

S] Lemme show you something.

[On the platform outside, bolted onto the railing, is a telescope - or I assume it is. Attached to the long barrel of the device are a lot of wires, a plastic casing that looked like it housed a small electronic assembly, and a revolving series of lenses that look like they can be rotated into the eye ports like an optometrist’s testing machine. He looks into the scope, adjusting the lenses and a few knobs on the side of the device, and locks it into place.]

S] Here, take a look.

[I look into the scope - for a moment, I think there’s something wrong with it. I can see a clearing in the forest, and three….shapes. Smudges on the lenses? No, he’d have seen that. The shapes are blurry blobs from this distance, out of sync from their sharper surroundings. I’m about to take my eyes away from the scope and ask what I’m looking at when I feel him reach over and adjust the lenses again, rotating a new set into place. It’s accompanied by an electric click and a soft whine from the device, and now I can see them clearly. The three blobs were large, humanoid figures, covered head to toe in rusty brown fur. One stands guard in the clearing, while another sits on a stone, grooming the fur of a third, possibly a juvenile. They are...impossible. Majestic creatures, even from this distance.]

S] We call it an Obfuscation Field. They’re sort of always….blurry. In the 30’s we developed techniques to see through it, y’know, but it’s one of those things people can’t find out about.

M] Unbelievable.

S] Somethin’ wrong?

M] It’s just…this whole time, you know?

[He leaned on the railing, taking a vape pen out of his shirt pocket.]

S] Yeah, I heard they kind of threw you into all this. Sink ‘r swim. I wager most people get a slower introduction.

M] Did you?

[He took a hit of his vape pen.]

M] Should you be doing that on the job?

[He gave me an amused look, gesturing around to the forest. I could almost imagine a hypothetical camera comically zooming out to show the remoteness of the tower.]

S] Nah, I grew up in all this. My family’s been practicing “The Work”, so to speak, since they came here four or five generations ago. I never got the hang of witchcraft, myself. You get a dud every other generation, so they say. My sister’s a natural though, she’s interning with the Office in Archival.

M] Some people are sort of…born into knowing this stuff.

S] We call it being “in the community”. At a certain point it all blends together. Your family does folk magic at a certain level, you grow up with your best friend bein’ a lycan, that kinda thing.

M] I feel like I’ve missed out.

S] Ma’am, sometimes it’s more trouble’n it’s worth.

M] Yeah?

S] I love my friends, my family, but….you think I wouldn’t flick a switch, give all this up? Be Sheamus the hipster and not Sheamus the cryptid hunter? Be a hell of a lot more simple. Weird shit attracts more weird shit.

[He took another hit, exhaling a thick cloud. For a moment, shapes in the cloud coalesce - the prominent brow of an ape, a rabbit with antlers. I wonder if he was being modest about his lack of magic.]

M] I’m not really sure.

S] You’re letting it get to you, all of this. So quick, so extreme. I think you need an industrial grade chill pill, ma’am.

M] Maybe I do.

S] I got a guy coming in to bring me supplies tonight. Stay here, watch the sunset, you drive back with him.

M] Are you sure?

S] Hundred percent. Take the evenin’, ma’am. You need it.

(Buy the poster here!)

[pumpkinsy0]

PaperCut valentines day hcs!!! wooooooo

•their whole valentines is like that one “VICTOR U ACTUALLY DID THIS” video LMAOOOO

•angela would get a LOT of gifts on valentines day from different ppl and she was feeling extra nice she gave some of her stuff to curly and he would mess up the flowers, eat the chocolates that sorta thing. but after getting w pony he just took those things and gave it to pony, way to save money!!! angela find out and bc shes petty, she gave curly the stuff that had her name on it, but that didnt annoy pony so ha, jokes on her

•just bc curly and pony got a valentines now, dont mean that they’re randomly wishing the best on other couples, ESPECIALLY curly, they go to the valentines secrion of stores and hide somethings to make it seem like its sold out and mess w the teddy bears to make them do inappropriate things, maybe leave some signs that

•tbh most pony can do for curly on valentines is cook for him like the good little malewife he was made to be while curly watches him w his feet up, or if curlys not there swatting everyone elses hands away from the food he plans to give to curly

•curly paid a friend 10 bucks to dress like cupid, diapers, bow and arrow, sashel, the whole deal, and follow him and pony while they were on a date. freaked pony theeeee hell out, he wanted no part in that bs

•pony plays into the corniness of valentines day and to what curly makes fun of him about, and makes purposely very corny poems about curly

•their first valentines together, pony didnt do anything for curly, which he felt bad for seeing that curly got him at least chocolates, he didnt think curly was the type so he didnt bother😭😭, curly doesnt let him live it down, every valentines day he brings it up

•id like to think that curly spent time shaping his afro into the shape of a heart but after pony saw it, curly fixed it back to its normal shape out of embarrassment

•let a diner allow for couples to eat for free if they kiss in front of a worker for longer than 5 seconds, pony and curly r making OUT!!!! RIGHT THERE!!!!!!! slip in tongue or something for extra measure, those heart shaped burgers will b THEIRS

•valentines is one of the only days pony actually calls curly pet names, nothin too crazy but babe and if hes feelin risqué, baby, curlys reveling in it

•one of the bday months i could see curly having is february, bonus points if the day is closer to valentines, curly gets all prissy w pony and pony in an odd way is into it, what weirdos🙄🙄

•despite being able to somewhat speak it, curly thinks french is a gay ass language, however bc its seen as “the language of love” to some ppl, he dusts off the part of his brain that remembers it and speaks the most french hes ever spoken since moving to the us and hits on pony w it. but like i said, his french is rusty, ik he messes up his sentences sometimes n calls pony things he dont mean to say

•each valentines day chances r if u look well enough, ur gonna see pony and curlys initials carved into a new place, they got no shame!!!

•curly will pick flowers from ppls neighborhoods to use as a bouquet to give to pony, pony always keeps a flower or a flower part to use as a bookmark, till it rots more and more just wilting away

•pony spends an embarrassing amount of time making sure he looks good on valentines day, he feels like such a girl he hates it so bad but cant help it😭curly calls pony his doll bc of it

•valentines double date is a no go for them, they would rather die than let anyone know what the do for each other on valentines, its so awkward

•curly and pony prolly use the hellllll out of their older brothers cologne, only difference is darry thinks its cute and doesnt mind, tim will throw a fit over it, mf just take a shower and do ONE SPRITS

[3lectricinsomnia]

Sometimes I think about that emd kendratello art you did and its so funny to think about 2 who is fully on board with destroying all humans like. Bringing a human girl home to draxum and 1 and being like this is kendra she stole my tech and shot me in the leg, I'm obsessed with her and am thinking about her carnally 24/7. Like what could possibly be the reaction to that. Even if he's living with the Hamatos at that point. How could you possibly respond to 'i want her because she wants me dead'.

Oh, One hates Kendra regardless if she's just an acquaintance, friend, or girlfriend. He hates her. He thinks she's a bad influence on his brother and she is. In One's eyes, Kendra encourages Two's recklessness, puts him in constant danger and has no regard for his feelings or safety.

For Two, I think Kendra makes him feel validated and useful, but he hates her because she uses him for his tech. When it comes down to it, Kendra knows that Two is smarter so whenever she compliments him, she means it even if she's planning to double cross him later and steal his stuff lmao. I kinda picture their general relationship to be sorta like Scrooge and Goldie from DuckTales 2017. They're enemies but they have their moments We won't incorporate a romantic relationship in the fic, but I will say that EMD Kendra is very loyal to the Purple Dragons and if she and Two were to establish a bond, she could potentially be very loyal to him too.

The Kendratwollo piece in question..

[vikcacao]

Dude you gotta stop giving me such good answers because my brain chews them up and starts BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS sob

Also my bad for not sending these earlier I have had them ready since like Monday but…. School😔

Kakabfkskxbxhdh okay okay ALBINO GOJO!? THATS SO COOL!!!! How does his albinism affect him? Like does he have trouble seeing? Or like regulating his body temperature? Do Arctic mermaids have more fatty tissue to fend off the cold, like seals do?

YOUR RELIGION STUFF IS SO INSANE!! I love that you thought sm about it. Do mermaids have creation myths? Do mermaid myths vary region to region? Do epics and songs exist about figures in their mythology/religion? This might sound a little insane but do story archetypes exist in mermaid culture? Actually, how big is oral story telling in their cultures ( assuming they don’t have a written language)?

If a juvenile mermaid is orphaned, do other pod members take in the orphans? Are orphans viewed positively or negatively? If an entire pod died besides a juvenile, would another unrelated pod take them in? (Kinda morbid but I wanna know everything lol)

The fact that mermaids view planes as a variant of birds is so funny to me, like “oh, there goes the southwest bird, how majestic.” (Since planes sometimes crash do they just think some birds are rolling around with legendary loot? And do they prey on waterfowl?) I feel like it’s not that hard to sneak up on them.

TIGER SHARK YUUJI!!!!! I lowkey forgot he exists but do you have a ref sheet for him? I would very much like to draw him :]

Does Megumi have any piercings? Do mermaids have a third eyelid? What do mermaid maps/calendars look like? Do they follow a different month schedule than humans? (How do they count years, now that I think of it?) Do they have events that surround the eclipse or blood moons? I’m going feral about those mermaids and the moon things sorryyyy

Anyway I think that’s all I have rn !!! Thank youuuu :33 (ps, I have a piano lesson Wednesday wish me luck lmfaooo cause I may be slightly slacking on my practice)

ahhhhhhhh yayyyyyy lol

this is gonna take me a hot second to answer, sorry if this takes like a day lmao. each sorta segment is gonna be numbered bc i'm lazy <3

1 ----------

Gojo is albino, and yeah it affects his vision and his skin. That's why he hangs out (and married) deep sea mermaids, since they live in darker parts of water they don't rely so much on sight, and the sun is less intense.

artic mermaids commonly are much bigger and have shorter tails than other races of mermaids. Gojo is around double the size of Megumi, but in terms of length they're actually around the same. Bigger bodies means more tissue, and my little doodle of Gojo made him pretty thick, too lol.

the bigger bodies thing is inspired from the fact (?) that large marine animals live in the Antarctic. I learned this a while ago, so take it with a grain of salt on how true that is. But still, artic mermaids are on average the largest race of merfolk

2 ----------

Yes, myths and stories vary depending on region, but the characterization of the god/goddesses remains relatively consistent. and yeah, stories/myths/epic all exist, as well as story architypes.

there are creation myths, like merfolk kind being hatched from pearl the goddess of the ocean created/birthed. Or that the goddesses of the ocean and moon came together with two halves (one marine and one "human") to create the first mermaid. The most common theme is that the goddess of the ocean is sorta like the mother of mermaid kind lol

oral story telling is a big thing, most stories are told via word of mouth. BUT merfolks do have written languages, many of them since the written language changes alongside the verbal language. Very important stories get written down, but it's a time-consuming labor of love since it requires lots and lots of carving and safe keeping of the tablet (do avoid erosion lol)

3 ----------

HOLY SHIT ORPHANS ARE LOWKEY SO IMPORTANT TO THIS FIC LMFAO, since Megumi is an orphan.

when orphaned, the child loses their surname and instead it gets replaced by their birth regions word for orphan, where Megumi is the word is "Fushiguro"

yes it's very common for the first pod an orphan stumbles upon to take in the child, if the pod can't care for the child in the long term, then they will protect them until they find a suitable pod.

orphans are deemed really important actually, especially if they're foreign. When they come of courting age, they'll leave their birth region and travel as far as they possibly can to court and mate with distant mermaids. They help with genetic diversity, which is why they move so far away (to prevent accidental incest).

orphans are the only group of merfolk to travel such large distances solo, but it's customary for pods to temporarily allow adult/traveling orphans to rest/eat with them so they survive the journey.

i'm so glad I got a question about orphans ngl, since orphan culture in mermaids is one of the few universals (and like I said, really important to Megumi's character)

since the purpose of an orphan's move is to prevent incest, Megumi getting with Yuuji is allowed since there is no way in hell they're related. They're different species lmfaooo

4 ----------

Birds are a part of mermaid diets, mainly surface mermaids since they live near the surface (duh lmao).

I can see deep sea mermaids actually being kinda scared of birds, since plane crashes rest against the ocean floor and that would kinda freak out the mermaids that live there lol

5 ----------

I'll reblog this with mermaid Yuuji's ref sheet and colors soon !!!! I don't have them rn, so give me like an hour (I'm writing this between classes and don't have my ipad atm lol)

6 ----------

Megumi has no piercings, but yeah mermaids do have third eyelids.

they don't really have maps, since it would take too long to carve them. They just memorize underwater currents like people memorize roads and shit lol

mermaid Calanders are pretty much 100% dependent on the stars. Months are counted depending on which constellations are visible, and so they also have a way to count years when they constellations cycle. I haven't look too much into calanders, but I assume the months are different from human months bc of the star thing lol

((I guess that would mean multiple mermaid months could happen at the same time ???? Like when multiple constellations are visible that means it's multiple months/seasons. If that makes sense lol. ))

((idk how constellations work.....))

Yes, they have events around blood moons and weird celestial shit lol. Mainly lots of story telling and special actions like taking a day of rest or hunting for the full day. Stuff like that. They're more common among surface mermaids since they're the ones who commonly see and are affected by the sun and moon lol

thank you for asking so many questions !!!!!! and good luck on your piano lmao

when I played an instrument (clarinet lol) I never practiced. I was also very bad. My reed was always flat lmfao

[genderqueerdykes]

How to deal w a longtime friend that at some point became a radfem? I was bad at recognising it back then when there were clear signs and didnt know how to argue, so i stayed passive and argeeable, esp since im a nonbinary guy n shes a (sorta questioning) cis girl.

When i showed discomfort with her doing the "i hate all men" type stuff she's said "omg you're not one of those 'not all men' types" and bc i didnt know at the time i backed off, n she also mentioned how she sees/treats both trans men n cis men the same

I mean ive always felt like she's treated me that way, or that i felt like i needed to stay silent or had more priviledge when around her, despite being pre-everything and pr much closeted in my everyday life, or felt more like i was a binary man around her when im not

She has also been sorta weirdly sex/kink negative or made fun of it, for some time i figured that it was just a bit bc of her being sex repulsed n her being immature, but i still felt sorta more ashamed regarding my kinkiness/sexuality around her when not (were both on the aroace spectrum, though i figured out more recently)

Also parroting radfem rhetoric about "well the sex industry is harmful" (..every capitalistic industry is harmful) and when mentioning kinks/fetishes for some reason often brought up "but what about those kinks where people get off to women starving themselves/having problems w their weight" which is like?? Yea okay if they are doing that to real people thats bad but like what kink/fetish spaces do you hang out in where that would be the first thing you'd bring up??

I also once remember her mentioning that she felt weird about her own connection to masculinity, which i sussed and esp now sus might be due to her being this man-hating

She's told me "you don't have an issue w the 'man vs bear' thing since you're a guy right?" but i didnt feel like arguing at that time so i just agreed and quickly moved onto another subject

Looking back at older texts, she's also said before that im "one of the few men she actually respects"

I've realised how harmful and bull radfem rhetoric is now, n i want to keep a distance from her, but idk how to deal w it bc ive always been the more agreeable and peace-keeping one between us

i'm so sorry you had to go through this. radfems are possessive of the identities of everyone around them to the point of coming up with the most asinine bullshit to make other people feel insecure and question themselves and just go along with whatever the hell they're saying. it's toxic and abusive.

whenever i talk about transmasculine and trans male issues, i get those "oh you're one of those not all men types" as well. it's such a useless thing to say. like if the thing you're opposing is people making blanket statements about women and being treated like a monolith, why are you doing it to someone else? that's the example you're setting, but yet you expect different treatment? double standard.

the sex & kink negativity in radfeminism is exhausting, too. it's not progressive. a lot of people choose to go into sex work and enjoy it. some don't mind it. some are okay with that being their job. a lot of people are exploited, but not everyone is. like you said, it's the capitalist corruption of these industry that causes problems. like you said, people instantly jump to the worst possible conclusion when the subject of kink comes up

the normal song and dance is "men who are into BDSM are only straight guys who are misogynistic and want to beat women. women who are into BDSM are scared and confused and being taken advantage of and are enabling abusive men." they have very few arguments and they're all so far out of left field that it's not relevant to the type of conversation you're having in that moment. making blanket statements about all kinky people being abusive in some way... that's profiling.

at this point its your choice if you continue to interact with her. if you do, you are allowed to stand your ground and tell her that those kinds of things make you very uncomfortable and that it's just not okay. if she can't handle that, then it's not your job to try to change her mind. if she cares about you, she'll treat you with respect. i hope that's the case, but you don't owe time or energy to people who treat you like garbage. good luck, stay safe

[misticles]

MMORE JEAN DOODLES, YYAAAYYY (il her, im obsessed w her rn, woahzies)

oh, and a little lynny, hehe :3 @marzaboo <3

oh, AND A RELATIONSHIP CHART TOO, WOWZA 🤯

the guys (+ Lynn’s) thoughts on Jean:

PETE - she’s fuckin psycho crazy for bill. the crap is hilarious as hell. she’s got some sorta beef w my girl Lynn tho, so shes just a fat shithead whorebag in my book. gotta admit, she’s gotta nice rack tho. too bad they just two sad sacks a’ nothin’ sittin’ pretty w a push-up bra. and i heard she fucks with sci-fi horror too, but that might just be fake news, just like her tits. nice to see the her and my girl fight in the hallways tho. shit’s hot.

JOSH - the chick’s batshit inSANE. heard from around the halls that she has a custom bill figure in her room. wonder what she does with that thing. I’d shove it down the toilet and piss on it. all the guys keep joking with me, asking if we’re related. it’s cause we’re both fat and I know it. ITS NOT MY FAULT ALL THE GOOD MERCHANDISE IS INSIDE FOOD PRODUCTS. she likes sci-fi, “allegedly,” but I highly doubt it. but if she did it’d be pretty cool. and besides the fat, she’s got a hot face. gotta lose the bodyhair tho, makes her 10x fucking uglier.

JERRY - bidi bidi bidi, she scares the living crap outta me Buck!!!!! I’ve seen her knock out so many guys and chicks in dodgeball, I can’t help but be fucking freaked out about her. I heard from bill that he remembers she liked dnd back in elementary school,….itd be totally awesome if she still did. maybe we can make a campaign in the future if she’s not completely deranged and psychotic anymore!!!!

BILL - the guys keep messing with me, calling her my girlfriend. just the absolute most TORTUROUS THING IVE EVER HAD TO ENDURE. like id date her fat cow ass. just cause we were friends in elementary does NOT mean I’d EVER stoop down to her level of freak. besides, girls like her just RUIN FANDOM CULTURE COMPLETELY. she’s just faking to like her sci-fi shit so she can get guys to fuck her to boost her fragile ego. I bet if you challenged her to a trivia off, she wouldn’t know the first thing abt Godzilla, her presumed “passion.”

LYNN - im pretty sure I’ve never done JACK to her; but whenever she looks at me, it just seems like she wants to jump me or something, I can see it in her eyes. I don’t understand where this beef came from. I mean, I would’ve ignored it, but at this point, I just can’t control being rude back. she’s also insanely delusional, I’d feel bad if she wasn’t such a dick. hope she finds peace at some point tho..girl needs friends

annndddd, then here’s Jeans thoughts on the guys (+Lynn :3)

PETE - total creep. the amount of times I’ve seen him tryin to have a staring contest with my breasts is ridiculous. can’t understand how Marilynn’s into him. the stuff he watches is so weird. like, I love sci-fi horror and all, but the snuffs are insane. heard from my cousin that works at blockbuster that he rents movies like that all the damn time. total ick-fest if you ask me!! gonna kick him in the nuts next time I see the freak-fest.

JOSH - if I was in a sci-fi film, I’d shoot him by accident cause I would’ve thought he was an ugly ass alien. cause he basically is one, for sure. I hate sharing interests with the likes of him, PEE YEW!!!! hearing his whiny ass shrieks in the hallway always ruins my goddamn day. I just wanna punch his double-chin back into his face, but I don’t think that’d make him look any better.

JERRY - hes a total wimp. like, total runt of the litter in that stupid club if you ask me. like, for sure he’s still a weirdo freak but i guess he’s not as bad as the others or whatever. not better than bill, obvi. not much to say about the dweeb other than that. guys boring.

BILL - contrary to the popular belief, I think bills perfectly fine just the way he is. sure, he has some flaws, but who doesn’t in this stupidly fucked up town? I just wish he wouldn’t push me away so much, I just wanna help him and make sure hes alright cause he always seems so angry all the time. under all the rough exterior and yelling hes still the sweet guy I knew back in elementary school. I also wish he’d pick up the phone when I call his house or at least talk to me at school, but maybe he’s just playing hard to get. I’ll just keep on trying!!

LYNN - I cannot begin to compreHEND how a girl like this can have a thing for a guy like…..peter. like, how can a cute sweet girl like that frolic around a freak like him??? total confuse-fest, gosh!! I’ve heard her trash talk bill tho, and he doesn’t like her either; so she’s an automatic tick-off. I mean, that sweetheart and shy-girl personality could be a total facade or something!! maybe..