#there are plenty of other slays

[unproduciblesmackdown]

(genderly) chill as hell if i was only ever glimpsed / detected like this

[spawnofbhaal]

Every time I see a post complaining about how other people make their characters look (oh no, not another blonde/white-haired elf!!!!) I contemplate making my Lavellan's hair even paler. (Not that how other people make their characters look is anyone's business anyway? You have a character creator too, do what you want).

Like, they give us these beautiful concept arts and expect people to not be inspired by them?

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than boxes

Something funny I realized with Braithia, the card game I made, is that I might actually just want to play the pokemon TCG. I wanted a card game all about the actual battling with monsters rather than direct attacks to a player's life points, and I guess I just... forgot that the pokemon TCG does that really well!

For example, one major design issue was that I wanted the win condition to be defeating your opponent's monsters in combat, but what if one player just doesn't play any monsters? I made a rule to stop that, but you can still just play 1 low-level monster to prevent your opponent from getting many points. Pokemon, meanwhile, just makes you lose instantly if you run out of monsters too early, and is designed such that it's perfectly reasonable to always have monsters. I was so busy ripping off yugioh that I didn't realized I should've been ripping off pokemon!

[notwaitinginthecorner]

Also I love how paranoid I was abt leaving a bit early yesterday bc my boss literally asked me if I would be open to potentially training someone next session. Lmfao

[shortcakesturns]

omg hi ur like the only person writing for Rob from Love Island so slay of u! I was wondering if u could do like an enemies to lovers rob x reader🥹

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

a/n: not proofread cause i’m lazy! thank you for all the support on rob!! send in requests for anybody and i’ll write for them ❤️ (I don’t just write love island!! I write much more just ask!) combined request, I can write a non smut if u want

summary: you would do anything to prove to everyone rob didn’t actually hate you, that’s when the heart rate challenge came in clutch..but it backfires.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (not safe!!), semi public sex? cream pie, rough sex. p n v, oral f receiving

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓. 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐆𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍.

rob glares at you, his eyes piercing through your skull in attempt to intimidate you. his attempts fail so he barrels towards you and bumps his shoulder with yours harshly. your hand flies up to your shoulder and eyes dart to robs, he shrugs and looks you up and down.

“go get your sluttiest outfit on y/n, i’m sure you have plenty.” he laughs and turns around. the devil really wears overalls.

an hour later after getting ready you stand in front of the mirror alone looking at your dorthy costume from the wizard of oz. a button up part at the top to reveal the white lingerie bra. a short dress that barely covers your ass with a matching lingerie thong and clear thigh high socks. little bows on your thighs, hair in bowed pigtails.

you give one last glance at yourself, this was the first time you could really make rob look stupid. get his heart rate way up, have it revealed in front of the whole group. everybody knows rob can’t stand you, and you can’t bare to be in the same room with him.

everybody goes before you, giving you enough time to think about what to do.

before you can think it’s your time, you strut down the villa floor. you hear screams from the girls and boys but rob sits there with crossed arms and a sour face.

first… it’s kenny, you get on kenny’s lap grinding a bit and making sure to withhold eye contact with rob. you lick kenny’s neck before crawling over to kordell to give kenny a good view of your thong.

(WE RESPECT THE GIRLS HERE SO THIS IS JUST TO MAKE ROB JELLY)

you go over to kordell and squat over him and grind down on him. screams are still echoing but the adrenaline is getting to you. blood rushes to your head while blood rushes to robs dick. he keeps a straight face so you needed to up your game.

then came kendall…you get up on kendall’s lap and do a couple of tricks and shaking your ass a bit. maintaining eye contact with rob.

miguel was next, you got down on your knees in front of him. “you think you can save me miguel?” you look up at him innocently.

then Aaron, you get on his lap and grind a bit.. but then robs turn it was. you grab him by the collar bringing him to the front and kicking him down.

a tent was very much in his pants, his jaw was clenched and body was tense. this was monumental for the other islanders. despite being in a couple the only reason you guys were together was so you weren’t voted off. everyone got louder as you kicked his chest and then his neck and then grinding down on his rock hard cock.

whining touching your breasts, “there’s no place like home…right rob?.” you kiss his mouth and grab his collar again and slam him down. standing up above him your heel barely missing his ear. you walk away and join the rest of the girls and then the boys leave screaming in excitement.

the girls surround the fire pit in anticipation, you can’t help but think you might’ve messed up with rob. every-time you grinded on a guy. you could see the rage that was building up inside of him.

every guy goes and does their tricks. but when rob comes out. you see revenge in his eyes. he couldn’t let you outdo him and you couldn’t let him raise your heart and face the humiliation.

after a bit of eye contact, it was finally your turn. rob threw out over his shoulder and laid you down face down, ass up. wrapping his lasso around your waist and grinding down while holding your hips up. nipping and kissing at your neck. he grabs your hair slightly to make you look at him “is that the best you can do baby?” then lets your hair go and joins the fire pit and so do the guys.

it was now time to see who raised your heart the most.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒..𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.

𝐑𝐎𝐁...𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐘/𝐍

holy shit, your plan had worked. a stupid smirk plastered across your face as everyone mouth drops.

“I’ll take that smirk right off your face y/n.” rob whispered in your ear lowly.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒..

𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑: 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐀: 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘

𝐘/𝐧...𝐑𝐎𝐁.

this can’t be right, this can’t be right at all. your face is bright red and your face is burning up. “is that so princess? and you laughed at me getting turned on by you..not my fault you looked so damn slutty in this cute little outfit.”

he tugs on your dress a bit and everybody gets hype but soon after ariana leaves and your all left to yourself, another text comes through.

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒..𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄.

with no hesitation the islanders all pick you and rob. claiming it’s a fuck it out scenario. but you couldn’t stand robs ego. rob had the biggest ego. this was not a fuck it out thing..sure rob has a great body, but personality was unbearable to you.

“nothings happening tonight y/n.” he says to you coldly. the girls grabbing you before you could talk back.

the boys surround rob and then suddenly your picking out a cute lacy piece of lingerie.

“are you guys gonna fuck tonight?” leah blurts out moving her brows up and down.

“hell no, this is just to show him what he could have if he wasn’t such a big dick to me.” the girls brows raise and burst out into laughter.

the girls run down the stairs, you follow them very far behind so rob can get a good look at your body. rob stands there with no emotion but hand over his dick to hide the boner that’s forming.

he eye fucks you and says the goodbyes to the other islanders as you enter the hideaway.

you look around and it’s beautiful, but rob quickly drags your hands to the bedroom and bends you over the bed.

“act like a slut huh?” SMACK “getting my heart rate up?” SMACK “embarrassing me?” SMACK

“r-rob i’m sorry.” you let out, parting your legs farther. you couldn’t deny anymore.

you needed rob to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“you want this?” he asks.

you nod and blurt out yes.

“good girl.” he kneels down and takes your thong off swiftly shoving those pretty panties into his pocket.

you still couldn’t see him so the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming next was turning you on, you were practically dripping and a mess.

rob swipes his finger up and down your slit before pushing two fingers into your wet hole and licking and sucking your clit aggressively.

moans are heard against your cunt, making the pleasure more intense. you tighten around his fingers. “your not cumming on my fingers.”

he quickly pulls away fumbling with his belt and hearing his pants drop. a harsh slap is landed on your ass again. you were sure your ass was red.

he uses his foot to part your legs more and lines himself up with your cunt and pushing in slowly. he throws his pretty head back and begins to thrust into you deep and slow.

“you like torturing me pretty baby?” he whines.

“fuck this pussy is amazing, gonna fuck you everywhere.” he whines and whines.

you couldn’t get a word in since his thrusts speed up. he was pretty big. very big. you were full.

he pulls out and flips you to your back. “wanna see that cute face of yours when I fill you up with my cum.”

he pushes back in speeding up and letting the white ring form around his dick, suddenly you tighten against him and rob lets out a strained groan and everything goes black when your eyes glue themselves together. water gushes from your cunt onto the sheets, floor, and rob.

“oh holy shit your doing that again y/n.” his thrusts get harder and faster and he makes you squirt again and again till he’s satisfied.

“i’m gonna cum pretty girl.” his thrusts get sloppy and then strings of cum fill your cunt up.

he topples over onto the bed pulling you with him.

“maybe it was a fuck it out thing, your pretty y/n.”

he kisses your forehead.

“also, kaylor told me I was a big dick to you..so question is my attitude matching my dick size or whatever.”

you slap him.

“shut up.” you smirk.

[winteroranges]

the thing is that spike would absolutely still be deeply in love with and attracted to buffy as an old lady like it would never fade for him. he would love her thoroughly until the day she died. hed kiss her scars and her wrinkles and hed run his hands through her gray hair and rub her back and he would be so proud of her for being a badass elderly slayer and think she was so sexy still. its never gonna fade. for either of them. they really get each other and stand by each other through it all. they would tease each other and communicate without words and they would have their daytime wedding (plenty of parasols around for spike) and their first dance would be to wind beneath my wings for buffy and spike would roll his eyes at the song and buffy would blush but shed be so happy and therefore so would he. they would have lazy days where they stay in bed and watch passions (buffy would get bored and sexy times would ensue) and they would go on trips to the beach at night and spike would throw her over his shoulder and run into the water and they would laugh together. neither of them can cook and its a disaster whenever they try but they do try sometimes. they would always have each others back when slaying and every other time as well. also they would wear matching glittery nail polish together in their respective colors (pink and black)

[jjkamochoso]

Okay, You Can Bug Me a Little Bit

A touch of Angst, Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of bugs

Can be read as a stand alone, but you can find Part One, Quit Bugging Me, here!

It had been about a month since you had last spent time at the Wind Hashira’s estate. His hospitality while you were visiting was surprisingly not lacking in the least bit; he kept your body hydrated with plenty of cups of water, your stomach full with a nice meal, and your mind occupied with rousing conversation that kept you there until the wee hours of the quickly slipping away evening. With much hesitation and some cussing, Sanemi begrudgingly surrendered to the idea of you traversing your way home as the stars began to twinkle in the sky. You had made it back safely, no demons to be found, but it wasn’t like you were worried: first, you were a Hashira and could certainly take care of yourself, and second, Sanemi’s crow, flying above you proudly, was at the ready to speed back to his estate in case of an emergency. When you finally entered your own house, you invited the crow to stay for a while, making some ohagi for him to take back to Sanemi. You would never know that Sanemi blushed for a good hour at the kindness of your gesture, savoring each bite and gently folding the cloth you sent the treats in with such care reminiscent of the way his mother used to swaddle him and his siblings.

That day at the estate had, unfortunately, been put to the back of your mind while you were swarmed with missions all over the place, the nonstop annihilation of demons taking over your every waking moment. There were times, though, that you saw a storm cloud with coloring just like Sanemi’s hair, or felt a cool breeze rush over your skin in such a manner that you couldn’t help but wonder if he purposefully sent it your way.

Today, many moons after you had last seen the object of your affections, you were reminded of him once more. You were almost at your mansion, looking forward to a short rest devoid of demon slaying, when a familiar bug crossed your path.

“What are you doing here, little guy?” you cooed, inspecting the Japanese rhinoceros beetle in front of you. It continued scurrying along, paying no mind to you. You had plenty of time to spare and the day was pleasantly warm; why not follow it and see where it leads you? You stood up, keeping an eye on the horned bug as it walked aimlessly. Suddenly, you were pulled from your daydreams by the sound of a loud squawk as a black bird came swooping in, taking the beetle into its beak.

“No! Drop it!” you cried, swatting at the bird. Your own crow came to the rescue, nudging the bird and making the beetle fall from its deadly grasp. Your crow quickly scared off the other bird, leaving you a sniffling mess at the sight of the injured beetle.

“Oh, what would Sanemi do? I don’t know how to properly take care of these things,” you said, desperately trying to remember any little detail that could help in this situation.

“A container! I’ll be right back, hang in there.”

You ran at full speed to your mansion, hurriedly digging through drawers to find a vessel to transport the beetle back to your house. You grabbed one with a lid, poking holes in the top for air, before sprinting back to your last location. You were met with another familiar face, this time human.

“Your crow sent for me! Are you okay?” Sanemi asked, curiously looking you up and down, checking for injuries.

You were extremely confused.

“You sent for him over this? He’s very busy, you know,” you scolded your crow, who was practically smirking at you.

“Wait a minute, she said someone was hurt!” an enraged Sanemi yelled.

“I said something was hurt, not someone!” your crow replied, cackling.

“You birdbrain!” chimed in Sanemi’s crow.

“You’re one to talk!” she shot back.

“Everyone be quiet!” you finally said, then turning to Sanemi. “I’m so sorry she bothered you and wasted your time. I came across a rhinoceros beetle that was almost turned into bird food in front of my eyes.”

“If it was her, I’m strangling that bird,” growled Sanemi.

“No, no, she actually scared the other one off,” you chuckled while Sanemi’s fists stayed balled up as he eyed the crow viciously.

“So anyway, the beetle looks hurt and I wanted to try and nurse it back to health but I have no clue where to start.”

The scarred man sighed. “Do you have a container?”

You lifted your hand. “Right here.”

“Grab some leaves and dirt and put it at the bottom. We’ll take care of it together.”

Take care of it together? That sounded awfully domestic to you, his words suggesting teamwork sounding foreign (but welcome!) to your ears. It didn’t hurt that him sticking around to help would mean you had more chances to glance at his bare, chiseled chest as well. Speaking of…

“What are you staring at? Get to work!”

His harshness brought you back to earth and you dropped to the ground to gather the materials, eager to settle down your rapid heartbeat after getting caught looking at him. When you were finished, he placed the beetle inside the temporary home, taking precaution to not hold it firmly.

He picked up the container, walking away. “Let’s go.”

“Um, Sanemi? Your house is that way.”

“I know. We’re going to yours.”

Your eyes widened at his authoritative voice declaring himself a guest at your estate before you settled into a mischievous grin.

“Inviting yourself over, Shinazugawa? We’re not even married! The indecency of it all!” you joked, clutching at your chest in mock horror.

Sanemi wasn’t phased in the slightest by your antics. “It wasn’t a problem when you dined with me at my estate last month, was it?”

Your mouth dropped in shock as he just smirked, enjoying teasing you right back.

“If I remember correctly, it was you who invited me in last time,” you said matter of factly.

“Shut up,” he replied, hoping the tips of his ears weren’t too red.

You eventually reached your mansion and Sanemi stepped inside with the container while you went to your garden to pick a tomato for the beetle to snack on.

“What do we do now?” you questioned, cutting up the vegetable into tiny pieces.

“I checked out his injuries and they don’t seem fatal. I think if we leave him in the box for a few days and he survives, he’ll be alright to go back in the woods.”

It was quiet for a long time as you continued chopping while Sanemi stood awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do next.

“You can sit down and get comfortable,” you told him. “You liked that ohagi I made you, right? I’ll make some as a thank you and to show my apologies for my inconsiderate crow.”

“Huh? There’s no need for that,” he said, but his resistance was futile. You were just as stubborn, if not more, as he was, and you weren’t taking no for an answer. Besides, who was he to refuse such a kind, attractive person offering to make his favorite food? He didn’t think he deserved this generous treatment, but he knew it would make you feel better if you repaid him this way so he relented to your request for him to stay for some time.

After your delicious meal, you decided to check on the beetle again. You grabbed some pieces of tomato and lifted the lid off the container, softly placing the food in a corner.

“Hey buddy,” you addressed the unmoving bug, “I’m sorry let this happen to you. You gotta stay strong for me, alright?”

You didn’t notice Sanemi gazing upon you, his purple eyes filled with admiration. You were being so nice to the bug that if it were anyone else talking like that, he would puke at the saccharine tone coming from your throat, but because it was you, it was the best sort of sweet he could ever wish to hear. He silently took up a spot next to you, his arm brushing against your own, causing goosebumps to form across both of your skin at the contact.

“I’m sorry for failing you and letting one of your beloved creatures become so injured,” you told him, unable to look him in eye due to your shame. Maybe it was the exhaustion from your work catching up to you, maybe it was the fact that you weren’t fast enough to save something else, reminding you of all the injured or dead people you had seen over the past month due to demons. Whatever it was, this bug was stirring up a lot of emotions within you, causing your eyes to sting with the beginnings of tears.

“It’s alright, y/n, it’s just a bug.”

“But I know how much you love them! I feel responsible for letting it get hurt under my watch.”

Sanemi frowned. You were definitely taking this a lot harder than he would’ve expected. You were right, he did love these beetles, but there was no reason for you to think you were the cause of this one getting hurt. He knew you well enough to know that, yes, you were upset about the insect, but you were also probably relating the current situation to all the shitty things you’d been seeing in your job. This was another failure in your eyes—he knew that feeling all too well.

“Don’t be stupid, this happens in nature all the time.”

Your bleary eyes just blinked at him and he gulped. That sounded a lot meaner out loud than in his head.

“Look,” he sighed, trying again, “it sucks seeing a living creature get hurt right in front of your eyes, but it wasn’t your fault. I know our job is to protect everything, but stuff like this is inevitable. The bird needs to eat, too.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, wiping your nose with a handkerchief, “I guess you’re right. Thank you Sanemi, that was very sweet of you to make me feel better like that.”

“Sure, whatever,” he mumbled, about to fold his arms across his chest when you took him by complete surprise, throwing your arms around him in a hug. He immediately stiffened uncomfortably, not used to physical interaction, especially not by the person he’d come to love. Soon after, though, he relaxed into your embrace, even going so far as to set his hands upon your back as he returned the gesture. Without warning, you pulled away from his warm body like he had given you an electric shock.

“I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I was way out of line-”

“I like you.”

Understatement of the year coming from Sanemi, but it was much too soon to tell you the extent of his whole heart—how you had taken up a permanent spot in his mind, how you had come to fill every crevice of his entire being. Maybe some other day in the far, far, far future he’d gain that courage. For now, this nonchalant confession would have to do.

“Wait, what did you say?” you asked, looking at him incredulously.

“I like you, okay? Don’t make me say it again,” he grumbled a bit louder, looking off to the side in his embarrassment.

Your eyes seemed to sparkle with joy, even as you teased him. “Is this because I’ve been making you ohagi?”

“Damnit, I’m being vulnerable for once, stop messing around! This is hard for me!” he barked while you were trying to stifle your laughs.

“You’re in luck because I think you’re pretty great. Handsome, too.” You playfully nudged his shoulder as Sanemi tried to keep a scowl on his face but failed, a small smile creeping onto his lips.

You pointed at the container holding the beetle. “And to think we’re already raising our first child together!”

“You are such an idiot.”

“But you love me anyway!”

That got Sanemi to let out a snort. You didn’t even know the half of it.

BONUS:

After Sanemi had left that night, taking the beetle with him, you were ecstatic to find him knocking at your door a few days later. The beetle had made a full recovery and Sanemi invited you to help him find a good spot to be released. You stumbled upon a big tree with a pond nearby and both of you decided that it was the perfect place. Opening the container, you let the beetle take its time exploring the area on his own. You and Sanemi sat side by side, watching the beetle as it took its first steps after rehabilitation. With the sun shining on your face, resting your head lovingly against your boyfriend’s shoulder, you smiled.

“This is what heaven must be like,” you muttered.

“Yeah. I think so,” agreed Sanemi, leaning into you ever so slightly.

A few seconds of silence passed as you watched the beetle walk away from the container.

“Kids grow up so fast, don’t they?”

“You’re ruining the nice moment.”

[millenariumhappinesstheorem]

Thinking about Maglor (as you do) and how the only death directly attributed to him is Uldor, the treacherous captain of the Easterlings who turned against the Union of Maedhros at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Of course, we can infer that Maglor has killed quite a few people before Uldor, and will go on to kill many more. Between Alqualondë, Menegroth, Sirion, and his tenure as captain of the Gap, Maglor has plenty of blood on his hands. But the text is quite vague about his role in these killings. We are not told, for example, that Maglor slew Nimloth or Dior. We are not told the names of his victims at Alqualondë, or the names of the guards that he murders at the end of the War of Wrath. While Maglor is certainly involved, his individual contribution is “lumped in” with the collective guilt of the Sons of Fëanor.

…which makes his slaying of Uldor all the more interesting!

Suddenly, Maglor is acting as an individual. It is not the sons of Fëanor who slay Uldor, but rather Maglor himself. The manner in which he kills Uldor is also worth noting: Maglor defeats him in single combat, meaning that they probably faced each other one-on-one. In the death of Uldor, we see a rare instance of Maglor acting independently.

Why this sudden independence? I think Maglor takes a personal interest in Uldor because Uldor is a traitor. He is separating from the sons of Fëanor, something that Maglor proves incapable of doing. The death of Uldor emphasizes Maglor’s greatest virtue (which is simultaneously his greatest vice).

[eevees-hobbies]

Call me 'Kyojuro': Female Reader X Kyojuro Rengoku Smut

Author note:  I didn’t expect my first story to be so tame!  I wanted to make something dirty featuring my anime husband, but I think because this is my first, I held back. Raunchy, steamy, inappropriate shit will definitely be written in the future!

Content warning: smut, oral performed on female character, touching of breasts, mentions of bodily fluids (nothing extreme), you also are very forward in your relationship with Rengoku. I don’t really align with self-inserts that make you shy or soft-spoken (depends on the character)…it’s just not my thing!

Word count: 3.2k

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Rengoku was by no means a prude, but his Hashira lifestyle—which consisted of demon-slaying and training on constant repeat—left little time for relationships.

But it was no surprise that he quickly became infatuated with you when you were introduced as the newest Hashira. Yes, you were cute, no, you were beautiful, but that wasn’t the only characteristic that drew him in. It was also the way you were so committed to improving your skills. You were clearly ambitious – working tirelessly day and night to be a better you than the version you were yesterday. 

Rengoku recalled waking up early not long after you began your Hashira tenure, excited to start his usual training regime before the morning sun rose above the mountains and before the other Hashira started to stir. But when he approached the training grounds, he saw you practicing your movements with a sword in hand. 

You were mouthing commands to yourself, “breathe, follow through, expect a parry.” 

Rengoku watched you, quickly forgetting that he had his own training to begin. He was too engrossed by your commitment and passion to interrupt.

“I’m not one for an audience, ya know,” you shoot him a half-smile. You had noticed his presence but allowed the Flame Hashira to study you. As the newest Hashira, you hadn’t spoken up much. You simply observed during Hashira meetings, but you always found yourself interested in whatever Rengoku added to the conversation. Whenever he spoke up, his voice boomed over the others—and they listened. His points always centered on justice and protecting those who couldn’t defend themselves.

You were smitten on day one.

Rengoku’s body stiffened by your call out. He didn’t want you to feel like he was studying you, even if that was exactly what he was doing.

“Sorry! I was simply admiring your technique. And I must admit, I was surprised to find someone out here so early.”

You tilted your head to the side, the sweat that collected on your forehead from the exertion making its way down your cheek. “But you’re out here?”

Rengoku smiled softly as he acknowledged your quick rebuttal.

“Well, there’s more than enough space for us to both get our training in. Care to join me? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in seeing what the Flame Hashira is capable of.” You palm the hilt of your blade nervously, hoping he would accept your offer not only because you were putting yourself out there but also because you wanted him to say yes.

Rengoku shoots you with a dazzling smile that makes your heart stutter.

“Let us get started then.”

In a matter of minutes, you and Kyojuro stared at each other from a respectful distance away, waiting for the other to make the first move—not wanting to be caught off guard, you strike first.

The Flame Hashira dodges you easily, but he doesn’t parry or clip you with his blunted weapon. In fact, many of his movements are a response to your attacks with no attempt at fighting back. You quickly grow frustrated. You had earned your place in the Hashira ranks. You slayed just as many demons as him and had plenty of the scars and trauma to prove it.

More of the same continues, with you stringing together elaborate attacks and him dodging.

You feel the vein in your temple begin to switch, your anger reaching a boiling point. “Demons go out of their way to target women, and you dare hold back against me?!” Your body goes slack as you turn your back towards him, sending a physical sign that you were concluding the training session.

Kyojuro flinches at your sudden emotional outburst, and because he hadn’t realized he was on the defensive with you—he certainly never held back with Shinobu or Mitsuri. For some reason, a reason deeper than he could comprehend at that moment, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Wait!” Kyojuro takes a step towards you. “You are right to be upset with me, but I assure you that I mean no disrespect.”

You barely turn your head to look over your shoulder, “then fight me, Rengoku! Give me the chance to kick your ass, and if you pull that shit again, I’ll never speak to you again.”

Kyojuro contemplates your words and gives a curt nod. He gets into a battle pose and shoots a dazzling smile at you, “Very well! But please, call me Kyojuro.”

Your heart skips a beat. The sun still hasn’t begun to rise but his smile provides you all the light and warmth you could ever need. 

“S-sure thing, Kyojuro.”

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It didn’t take long until you and Kyojuro had a consistent training ritual together. With the Flam Hashira’s approval of your presence and his bragging about your abilities, the other Hashira began to accept you, too. Your nights, previously spent in your room in alone, were now occupied around a large dinner table where you all shared your meals.

“So, I’m just going to come out and say it as it wouldn’t be very flashy of me to keep my mouth shut,” Uzui begins as he sets his cup down.

Your eyes narrow at him as he turns his hulking body to face you. You like Uzui, but everyone at the dinner table quiets and stares at you—you don’t appreciate the extra attention.

“You and Rengoku are a thing, right?” You shoot him a horrified look as he brings his two pointer fingers together and touches them tip-to-tip.

Sanemi chortles at the ridiculous gesture.

You look at Rengoku, hoping that he’ll interject, but he’s quiet, observing you as a shade of pink quickly rises from his neck to his cheeks. 

Sensing the awkwardness between you and Kyojuro, Shinobu interjects—to your relief.

“Leave them be. Mitsuri, tell us more about that salmon dish you spoke about earlier.”

With that, Mitsuri launches into an animated story about the new restaurant she had discovered. The other Hashira quickly lose interest in you and divert their attention to the Love Hashira. You look up at Kyojuro, fully prepared to see him also engrossed in Mitsuri’s story. Instead, he’s looking down at his half-eaten meal with a pensive look on his face.

Your heart aches as you watch him eventually rise, excuse himself from the table, and exit the dining room. 

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you follow. And before you know it, you’re pushing his bedroom door open and closing it quietly behind you.

Kyojuro’s bright eyes look at you in surprise. “Oh, did I leave something at the table?”

You chew your bottom lip in frustration, your heart pounds in your ears, and anxiety begins to make your fingers twitch. You were uncharacteristically nervous being in front of him in his room. But you couldn’t help it because, in a matter of months, your feelings for Kyojuro had blossomed into intense feelings of wanting more from your friendship.

Kyojuro, sensing your inability to speak, rises slowly and approaches you. He takes your hands into his and stares into your own bright eyes. 

“Please….say something. I know you were uncomfortable at dinner when Tengen spoke about our…friendship.” He paused slightly over the word friendship, letting it hang between you both as if it were heavy and wrong.

Fuck it

In a moment of bravery, you tilt your head up and press your lips against Kyojuro’s. You feel his muscles tense slightly at your unexpected advancement, but he doesn’t push you away, and for that, you are beyond thankful.

It isn’t long before he moves his hands up to cup your face, his lips, initially unmoving, now pressing firmly against your own. His longing for you is conveyed as his soft lips dance slowly with yours, his fingers gently stroking the soft skin of your cheek in small circles.

A moan escapes your lips. He’s such a fucking gentleman, you think to yourself. 

When his lips part, you take the opportunity to slide your tongue in his mouth. Your eagerness makes Kyojuro’s head swirl, and his pants tighten in the crotch area. The room fills with the lewd sounds of your wet tongues mingling together as both of your arousal grows. There’s no space between your bodies as you press against one another, his solid chest pressing against your soft breasts and crotches grinding into one another, desperately trying to feel the friction despite the clothes you’re wearing.

You eventually break away from the kiss, both of your lidded eyes staring hungrily at each other and chests heaving rapidly.

Kyojuro speaks first, “Wow. Have you always felt this way about me?” 

You roll your eyes in amusement at the innocent inflection in his tone. Your hands roam over his chest, “what do you think?”

Kyojuro beams at you, “then it is official—we are a couple!”

And true to his word, Kyojuro began to court you. You assumed little would change, and in a way, you were right. You and Kyojuro still trained with each other and accompanied each other on missions, but there were other instances where your relationship was different. If Rengoku went on a mission without you, he’d bring something back that caught his eye and reminded him of you. Soon, you had to purchase a small jewelry box to hold all the beautiful adornments he had gifted you. When it was time for meals—Kyojuro would offer you his lunch and swoon when you ate from his utensils.

“Eat up, my love! We must maintain the fire in your soul; the best way to do that is with a quality meal!”

You appreciated the sentiment—even if your meals were far more flavorful than his. Your heart warmed at how much and how deeply he cared for you.

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During a rare training break, Kyojuro perched under a large tree and watched you spar with Sanemi. He felt uneasy as Sanemi fought you aggressively and without holding himself back. You had requested him to give his all as you did with every Hashira, but it still made Kyojuro nervous about the possibility of you getting hurt.

“When were you planning on thanking me?”

Kyojuro looked up to find his colleague Tengen gloating—an arrogant smirk gracing his features. Kyojuro gave him a quizzical look, unsure how to respond to a question he didn’t quite understand.

Tengen let an exasperated—and characteristically dramatic—sigh escape his lips. He crouched and rested a hand on Kyojuro’s shoulder, “Tell me, my fiery friend. Have you both consummated the relationship?”

Kyojuro’s body stiffened at the question. He felt it to be intrusive—even by Tengen’s standards.

Sensing his friend's tight-lipped demeanor and tense body language, Tengen lowered his voice. 

"Fair. I never took you as one to kiss and tell. But let me leave you with sage advice as someone with his fair share of experience with women.”

Kyojuro looked at his friend expectantly. He wanted to seem uninterested, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. You both had shared many nights cuddling and kissing had become increasingly more intense. It was becoming more challenging for Kyojuro to control himself as his hands explored your clothed body, his cock growing—almost painfully—in his pants. Some nights when you were away from each other, he’d imagine himself gingerly taking your clothes off, drinking in your body and curves like a man desperate for a taste. He’d imagine settling himself between your plush thighs and pushing his throbbing cock into your warm and welcoming mess of a cunt. On those lonely nights, Kyojuro would touch himself to the thought of you, his large hand sliding into his pants and stroking himself. His eyes would roll back as he tugged at himself with pitiful desperation at the idea of having you.

But while Kyojuro was satisfied with making love with you in the way that he knew how, he wasn’t sure if you’d be fully satisfied. So he looked at his friend, ready to accept his perverse advice.

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Your muscles ached as you dragged yourself to Kyojuro’s room. You had almost fallen asleep during your bath—Sanemi’s training session with you was intense, and you had quite a bit of bruises to show for it. You were looking forward to attaching your body to Kyo’s and drifting off, but you soon forgot about any semblance of sleep as you entered the room.

Kyojuro was sifting his hands through his barely dry hair as he had also recently returned from his bath. His bare, muscular chest still had a few droplets of water that would more than likely evaporate soon. A towel loosely hung around his waist, and a noticeable bulge strained against the white fabric in a way that made you blush. Kyojuro looked over his shoulder at you and beamed. “My love, you are right on time. There is something I wanted to speak to you about!”

Your eyes stay glued to the bulge now pointing, no, beckoning aggressively at you. Please let there be a sudden gust—give me a peak.

Kyojuro continues, “I want you to be satisfied with me, so I received advice today on how to—.” You interrupt Kyojuro with a sharp glance, your own intense eyes meeting his. 

“Kyo, no offense, but we haven't even done anything yet. You don’t really need to worry about that right now, and honestly, I’m a bit scared to ask who you received advice from.”

Kyojuro approaches you, his previously tense shoulders now relaxed at the sound of your shorthand version of his name. He cups your cheeks and looks at you with soft eyes, “You’re right. I was getting ahead of myself.”

You smile sweetly up at him; one of your fingers finds the hem of his towel and pulls. Kyojuro gasps as he’s now fully unclothed in front of you. His cock bobs up and down at the lack of fabric holding it back. You purr and grasp him in your palm, feeling the taut muscle throb excitedly.

Kyojuro licks his lips as his half-lidded eyes look down at you—his breath noticeably harsher and quicker as you stroke him. “You sure?”

You snort—not very ladylike—but a response to an obvious question nonetheless. 

Kyojuro peels your clothes off your freshly cleaned body. He groans as his eyes take in all of your curves—they’re somehow even better than what he imagined. He raises a hand to palm your breast in his hand, his fingers gently pinching and tugging at your hardening nipple. Your mouths find each other again, with an intense hunger, each of your tongues battling for dominance.

Kyojuro pulls away, “I must taste you.”

You give him a quick nod, wondering what he means as you both were doing just that, weren’t you? But you quickly understand what he meant when he picks you up, his strong arms lifting you on his shoulders.

You let out a slight squeal as you feel the floor beneath your feet disappear, and your thighs become Kyo’s new earmuffs. He takes a long sniff of your cunt, breathing in your distinct smell, his mouth watering with excitement. He licks your sensitive folds, a shiver shooting up and down your spine, as the Flame Hashira suckles at your southern lips. 

“Mmm, she’s so pretty.” Slurp  “so wet” Slurp “so tasty.” Slurp

Soon, the room fills with the sounds of his suckling and your gasps. You want to roll your hips against his mouth desperately, but the position he has you in has you pressed against the wall, and any attempt to buck your hips may result in your ass hitting the floor.

Kyojuro slides his tongue past your folds, his mouth now making out with your clit. Your juices and Kyojuro’s saliva drip down his chin. He moans into your pussy, the taste of you making him stroke his pulsing cock with one hand. Your thighs begin to squeeze around his head as you feel warmth spread in your lower stomach. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” your eyes roll back as you release your sweetness down his throat. Kyojuro shudders at how good you taste and how good he makes you feel. 

“Put me down,” you order as you briefly regain your senses. Kyojuro obliges, eyeing you hungrily, his hand still stroking himself with his precum, lubricating the now sensitive skin.

“I want you to ruin me,” you say as you stumble to the middle of the room where the bed is. As you turn to face him, Kyojuro is already on you; he eagerly pushes you down and spreads your thighs. He grunts at the sign of your messy and hungry pussy, the sign of his worshipping tongue still evident on your moist folds. 

You gasp as he’s pushing the fat head of his cock inside of you. 

“Mmmm, she’s so hungry and eager, love.” Kyojuro pushes his full girth inside of you, letting out a groan and collapsing on top of you.

You moan and wrap your legs around his toned waist as he rolls his hips slowly into you. Kyojuro is sensual and careful with his movements despite you being able to tell that it’s taking quite a bit of self-control for him not to pound you mercilessly. As he dives into you, your senses are suddenly overwhelmed with the sound of your pussy squelching as his cock fills you up, the smell of your sex, and the sight of Kyojuro’s pleasure-filled expression gracing his features. He leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, biting gently at your sensitive skin. It stings in a way that makes your pussy clench around his cock.

Kyojuro groans, “Please forgive me. You feel too good.”

You drag your hands through his hair as you buck your hips against his, trying to match his movements. You want every inch of him to touch every inch of you.

“Don’t be gentle, Kyo. I can handle it.”

Kyojuro shudders at your invitation to ruin you. His pace quickens, now hard, and loud slapping sounds fill every corner of the room, his heavy and full balls smacking against your ass. You desperately want to open up and close yourself all at once—everything you’re feeling intense and overstimulating. 

Kyojuro is being vocal with his approval of you and how you’re taking him in, “O-oh my god, you’re pussy feels like it was m-made for me…!” He grips your thighs with his strong hands, the tips of his fingers turning white as he digs his nails into your flesh. In a quick movement, he pushes your legs further back until he’s squatting on top of you, your thighs pressed against his as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt.

You—no longer caring about how loud you are—let out deep guttural moans. You desperately reach for something to grab, and your hands find Kyojuro’s hair. You grip his thick mane at his scalp and pull. You’re not sure if the position is impeding your breathing or if it’s your moans not allowing you time to suck in adequate air; regardless, you feel as though you might pass out. 

“You take my dick so well,” Kyojuro compliments as his hand finds your clit and rubs it in circular motions with his thumb.

Drool drips out of the corners of your mouth as Kyojuro’s thrusts only get harder and more animalistic.

Kyojuro grunts, feeling himself getting close as the intense fire in his abdomen burns more and more, “stick out your tongue, my flame!”

Your tongue lolls out your mouth for him, and your eyes roll back as he sucks your tongue into his mouth; you moan in adoration as he sucks and bites on your tongue, wanting to taste every bit of you. 

Your pussy clenches and grasps at his cock as you release against him. The death grip of your cunt begging, pleading, and welcoming every drop of inevitable seed that he can give you.

Kyojuro groans loudly as he erupts, shooting hot seed inside of you, “A-ah, here it comes, ohhhhh.”

Kyojuro rests his forehead against your shoulder, the intense wave of your and his pleasure rolling through you both. You plant a kiss against his lips.

“Was that…good?” He mumbles against you.

“So good,” you whisper as you grip him tightly. You can feel his heart beating quickly against your chest. As his love oozes out of you and onto your sheets, you both drift off, gripping one another.

[fatkish]

JJK boys x Dullahan reader

You were discovered during Geto’s night of 100 demons attack. You were slaying and killing curses, even big ones like it was child’s play. You had saved plenty of sorcerers that night. Seeing your strength you were thought to be some kind of special grade curse but upon seeing your head in your hands and hearing your obvious accent, it was determined that you were something else. The elders are wary of you and consider you a threat despite you having saved many lives. You will take on jobs that they give you so long as you’re paid. You tend to stay at the Tokyo academy since you live there after having to move.

You are ranked as a special grade sorcerer. You tend to take on jobs for people such as delivering things to and from people and you take on jobs for the mafia. Eventually you met Geto and the others, and this is what they think of you.

Geto:

You’re the most beautiful being he’s ever seen

He doesn’t care if your head and body are not attached to each other, he still thinks you’re beautiful

He will do whatever it takes to protect your head

Thinks you’re some kind of god

Wants you to unleash your full power on Japan and kill off the non sorcerers

Loves watching you slay curses

Knows about your jobs that you take and pays you to collect powerful curses for him

Keeps trying to steal your head

Inumaki:

Is excited and happy that someone else communicates in a different way like him

You seem to always know what he’s thinking and feeling despite not being able to talk

He thinks your head is cool and is extremely gentle with it

Was originally a little disturbed by you practically being omen of death

Loves riding your familiar with you especially in horse and motorcycle form

Texts you constantly and sends you pictures and memes, you send him pictures of food

Likes taking jobs with you

Yuta:

Treats you like a normal person

Doesn’t care whether or not you’re human, you’re someone he loves and cares about

He is extremely careful when handling your head so that he doesn’t damage it by accident

He thinks that you’re a good person despite you being an omen of death basically

Thinks your familiar is amazing and loves riding it no matter what form it takes

Trains with you on weapon usage

Is always amazed whenever you eat since you don’t have a head

Gojo:

Thinks you’re basically some magic fairy since Dullahans are classified as a type of fairy

Is always trying to get on your nerves and annoy you till you snap

Treats you just like he does everyone else, he doesn’t treat or think of you any different just because of what you are

Loves seeing you use your abilities and doesn’t care if you don’t have an attached head

Treats you head kind of like a toy or a plushie which scares the unliving crap out of you

Likes to watch you slay curses and pays you to get food for him like you’re an Uber eats

Likes to play with and braid your hair

Megumi:

Thinks it’s a little weird being friends/lovers or whatever with basically what is a Shinagami

Doesn’t really have an opinion on you not being a human

Originally was skeptical and wary of you and thought you were some kind of threat

Handles your head carefully

Thinks you’re a kind person and respects you due to your strength and power

You both bond over your shared manipulation of shadows and help each other with caring for your familiar and his Shikigami

Itadori:

Thinks you’re amazing

Tried to worship you and thought you were an actual god when he first met you

Totally stuck his finger in the smoke from your neck and checked out your neck where your head should be attached

Loves taking joyrides with your familiar

Handles your head like it’s made of glass

Enjoys taking jobs with you and seeing you slay curses

Loves watching and feeding you when you eat since it’s so weird and interesting to him, it tends to make you a little uncomfortable

Sukuna:

Thinks you are powerful

Begrudgingly respects you due to your strength and power

Thinks you could be the perfect partner/lover

Sees you as a fellow god/goddess

Thinks that your head being your one weakness is dumb but keeps your head in his innate domain so he can protect it

Loves watching you kill and slay curses with your shadows

Thinks you deserve to be worshipped and wants to rule the world with you

Makes out with your head when it’s asleep

[idv-sunsxin3]

Rody Lamoree // Random Dating HCs

{Dead Plate and characters belong to Studio Investigrave}

Note// He is like, 80% my type... I love him, though, dhdbdb I guess it's gn for s/o. I'm kinda a straight girl (who loves bl and yuri---), so sorry if I sound too straight./ih

•He is clingy, extremely affectionate, and touch starved... Relationships didn't end well with him because of that. But you managed to soften that by giving him plenty of love and attention when you both make time for each other. You can't say no to his puppy eyes;;;

•Can't cook for his life, is either you teach him how to cook or you both order takeout. If you do decide to teach him, he might fail miserably once in a while like injuring himself somehow or burn water--- he'll feel so bad that he is the reason you're carrying burden through the process but he'll sob more once he notices how patient, caring, and supportive you are while guiding him...

Rody// *sobs while looking at Y/N as if they're god*

Y/N // you okay there, babe?

•He'll die peacefully when he gets called pretty boy, Honey, hunny bunny, puppy, darling- no matter how cheesy or weirdly cute, it is Honey, him feel so giddy amazing 🥺✨️

•He is canonly buff and strong, so I can't help but imagine he is more than happy to carry you around on his shoulder or in bridal style to the point you don't even need to walk at all when he's with you/ih

•He'll compliment you a lot. He is your #1 fan. He'll quickly notice the changes in your appearance in one glance.

•New Haircut? Worshipping you right now. You wore something new? He'll take pictures of you in different angles, including selfies of both of you - red carpet material. You did your nails? Oh god, slay... Oh, what's this? A keychain you bought? That is so cool. He'll be so dramatic about it that it's so funny;😭

•Like man-- he's so supportive. Overwhelmingly supportive. He won't deny anything you decide and just support you till the end-- Like he's too in love to even care. He wouldn't even help but smush your cheeks together and say, "WTH WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY AUGHHH;;;" (thx to the sketch Rachel made;;;)

•He'll usually respond to you whenever you text him - or even as soon as possible to respond back through letters. He always loves your voice, so there would be times he asks if you can call each other. Having him lean to the side of the wall as he is blushing by the soft whispering in his ear you make through the phone.

•He'll do all his power to spoil you with gifts and expensive dates despite being broke. He'll go the extra mile to always do something so special in your anniversaries.

•Even in Valentine's Day, to the point he may forget to treat himself... you gotta remind him that his birthday is your pride and joy. Like, it's the day god blessed you for letting a beautiful being like him spawn/lh

•HEAR ME OUT- I'm looking respectfully.... No one should deny that this man is pretty muscular ♥️ He is so bashful when you praise his strength. You would also have the privilege to touch his biceps or lean your head on his chest,,,(I swear I'm normal). Just the feeling of you tracing his arm, shoulder, spine, and chest makes him go crazy and so down bad -

•He won't stop talking about you once a question related to you comes up - the victim will never hear the end of it -

•Canonly when you date him, He'll give you flowers that are plucked out of the ground since he cannot afford to bye a prettier bouquet from a flower shop...

•When he's sad, you have to give him words of assurance or hold him close... You can even order any kind of fast/junk food, and he'll be so happy that you would do that for him😭🥺

•If you happen to be smaller than him, he would find the opportunity to hover over you and wrap you up with his hoodie or coat before pulling you to an embrace. Kinda like shoving your head inside the coat;;;

•Besides writing songs and playing the guitar for you, he would also try to sing for you if he wasn't so hella shy about it. hhh;(he sings surprisingly decently tho!!!)

•He loves having a bike ride with you- he once promised that if he ever affords a car, you'll always get the passenger princess treatment, no buts!!!

[notsogoodangel]

Traffic Series: Who is the best player?

I was watching this video by Eddache in which he investigated who won the Wacky Races, in which he made a point to differentiate who won the most first places AND who is consistently the best player (such as who always came in second place), and I wanted to do the same.

This was very easy because, luckily, the Traffic SMP wiki (which I usually don't like to use) did give me the order of elimination for each season, so I didn't have to go through the last 2 to 3 episodes of every season just to do it. It was just a time saver.

Some disclaimers:

THIS IS NOT ABOUT KILLS, IS ABOUT POSITIONS ON WHO DIES FIRST. Kills require skill, but that is not as necessary as just surviving. Is a survival game after all. Plus there are plenty of graphs that show who has killed the most in a certain season across all seasons.

Originally I wanted to use the Nascar/F1/Mario Kart scoring system since it made the most sense, and is technically what inspired this investigation. The problem is that it doesn't give points after 10th-12th place, which wouldn't work for a game with 14-17 players.

Instead, what I did for the scoring system is that I put the number they placed (ex. Jimmy came in 14th), divided by the number of players in the season, and then divided those numbers by the number of seasons they have played. The reason why is because, for example, Mumbo placed 16th in a season but only played for 2 seasons, his number will be bigger than Jimmy, who has come in last every season and is, objectively, a worse player.

This is still not a perfect system because some players only have played once or twice, so I don't have enough data to truly reflect their average. Although the players who only played once or twice (Mumbo, Lizzie, and Gem), are about where you believe them to be.

Lastly, despite Double Life having pairs dying at the same time, I did give them individual scores. The reason is because there IS a real winner in that season, so I just used the positions they used in the wiki. I don't know why they gave them those positions, but I just used them for simplicity.

There are some ties, but what I did in those cases: I just chose who was on top based on another table I did, but didn't end up using because of the previous Mumbo-Jimmy problem. So, I will just use it as a tied break and fun facts!

ALRIGHT LET'S SEE THE RESULTS!!!!

PEARL IS THE BEST PLAYER!!!! SLAY QUEEN!!!

Here's the results in order:

PearlescentMoon

GeminiTay

Scott Smajor

Martyn Inthelittlewood

GoodTimesWithScar

Grian

impulseSV

RenDog

BdoubleO100

Ethoslab

Joel SmallishBeans

BigB/Bigbst4tz2

ZombieCleo

TangoTek

Skizzleman

Lizzie LDShadowLady

Mumbo Jumbo

Jimmy Solidarity

To be completely honest, I was surprised that Pearl is one of the best players. She is usually someone that people, players, and fans, don't tend to pay much attention to in this aspect. Like, THIS GIRL HAS NEVER BEING IN A PLACE LOWER THAN 4TH.

We know that Scott (3rd) is usually one of the last to survive and is almost a good luck charm for whoever he is allied with, or the players calling Martyn (4th) a survivalist and constantly considered a threat, and both know how to play the game VERY well, but people don't do that with Pearl.

What I was most interested was that middle section because we all knew that Jimmy, Lizzie, Mumbo, and Skizz are the worst players in the entire series. Everyone is very much aware of it, including themselves.

Who could have guessed that Grian is, statistically, a worse player than Scar. Grian and Scar have won once each, but Scar is consistently in 9th place aside from 3rd and Secret, while Grian is all over the place. He sometimes is on 4th, and sometimes he is 10th. Which is the same with Impulse, who he is tied with score-wise.

Fun fact: Etho and Joel, and BigB and Cleo, were tied in the other table that I didn't end up using, and that is reflected here in which all of them are VERY close to each other score-wise. So, if Etho is washed out/bad at PvP, Joel is, and BigB and Cleo are worse about it and shouldn't say anything about it.

Bdubs, Ren, and Tango are so interesting to me, because what do you mean Bdubs is better than half of the server???? How is Tango so bad he is under that big dip (He is 14th with 0.74, and Cleo the 13th is 0.56)!?! HOW DID I FORGET REN WAS 2ND PLACE IN LAST LIFE?!?!?! IS THAT REALLY MY WET PATHETIC DOG OF HERMITCRAFT SEASON 10?!?!

Also, here's the table with every place of every player and how many players were in any given season, for easier understanding:

PS: The winners of every season are the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th best players. It might help their overall average, but not fully because Impulse has the same score as Grian(6th), and has never won a game. As I mentioned, Pearl has never been a placed lower than 4th, and aside from Martyn and Scott hitting 10th and 11th, are always in the top half.

[yuurei20]

Idia Facts Part 5: Blot

In Book 6 there was the revelation that the monsters that appear behind overblotting mages, Phantoms, enable the mages to use magic beyond their normal reserves because they feed on blot filled with the practitioner’s darkest emotions.

“And once the mage exhausts the last of their reserves…their job as an incubator is finished...the caster is gone, leaving only a monster that’s driven by hunger and negative emotions.”

Idia says that, at that point, either the Arcane Response Unit slays the phantom or they are brought to the Island of Woe for research.

(“Though I’ve heard of ultra-rare cases where they manage to blend in with dire beasts and other wildlife and hide in the mountains.”)

Ortho reveals that STYX is primarily focuses on ways to safely and effectively utilize blot, to Vil’s surprise. Idia explains, “People call blot a ‘waste product,’ but we consider it a valuable energy source. And we gotta recycle where we can, right?”

Idia says that Tartarus holds 10,000 phantoms, but plenty of them fade away over timer time, while others are so powerful that they have not faded event the slightest after 1,000 years of containment.

There is more to blot that what the general public has been told: “It’s a cascading effect that stretches back years.”

Azul asks who issued the order for the five NRC overblotters to be brought in to STYX, and Ortho interrupts, saying that it is confidential information. “Let’s just say that in addition to the agents STYX deploys worldwide, we have a global network of informants.”

Later, Idia reveals that he doesn’t actually know who put in the request for the examination of the five NRC students: “It was an anonymous tip via the Land of Dawning government channels, and it was totally untraceable…could someone be inducing overblots on PURPOSE…?”

[tragedybunny]

hehehe~ perhaps a cute fic with reader and Astarion and he talks about all the parties he used to go to before he was turned- and he dances with you 😳

Anon - So this took on a life of it's own, it reminded me of some of my Tav's backstory, so I worked in some elements of it. I hope it's still good. 🥺

Rhythm Like a Heartbeat - Astarion x F!Reader

Astarion and Reader share a dance that reveals more than they planned.

Wyll was teaching Karlach to dance, of all things you'd seen on this journey, this was somehow amongst the most surprising. The Blade and the "Devil" he should've slayed, moving together along with the melody from an enchanted music box someone had picked up along the way. The two of them seemed to be growing closer, and you couldn't be happier for them. You took a long drink from a pilfered wine bottle while you watched, you were all blowing off a little steam, which was well needed. Digging around for Kethric's weakness was a daunting task and the clock inside of all of you was still ticking. "Not rethinking your choices I hope." 

You'd been so lost in thought you hadn't heard Astarion come up behind you. Or he'd intentionally snuck up on you. When he wanted to go unheard or unseen, you usually didn't have a chance of not getting ambushed. Mostly he seemed to enjoy the little jump you made when surprised. Tonight you didn't disappoint, exuding a high-pitched noise along with jumping. "Astarion," you scold, "honestly! And no, of course not, just impressed by Wyll's form." 

"Really," he scoffed, not hiding his jealous streak very well at all, "he looks like a gangly teenage boy at his first gala. Clearly, you haven't had much experience in the ballroom." Part of you wanted to laugh a little, the insult was obviously ridiculous, but you knew his jealousy came from fear that he barely held on to you and could still lose you. Maybe sometime you should use the tadpole to show him just how impossible that would be. If only the thought of it didn’t fill you with revulsion. 

“I didn’t know you were such an expert, love,” you know he feels comfortable with the playful banter, and you hope it pulls him away from that place of insecurity. 

A sharp laugh answers you, “I’ll have you know I had plenty of experience, both in life and unlife.” You shoot him a look, he rarely speaks of life before Cazador, you’re not even sure how much he remembers of it. “What? I had an important job, I knew important people. Or are you just trying to get me to teach you?” An outstretched arm beckons you to join him. For a second you freeze, knowing you’re risking exposing everything you’ve held back. But hells, if you say no, he’ll take it the wrong way entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be a quick study.” 

Taking his arm, you let him lead you a distance from the tent, glad Wyll and Karlach are still the center of attention, and gracefully dip your knee as he bows. Gently, one hand takes yours, the other held properly tucked behind his back. The rhythm is an easy one, but you let him take the lead. Soft steps, elaborate turns around one another, your eyes locked with his. Gods, his eyes are breathtaking when he’s looking at you, when his guard is down, soft and shining with light. Tonight, they seem full of mirth, but you’ve seen them overflowing with his sorrow and tears as well. They’ve distracted you and you forget, he’s supposed to be teaching you, your form is too good. 

Step away, one spin, back to back, face each other, palms touching. Skin like ice presses against yours, heating up with the exertion and the emotions humming through your every nerve. One night he asked if it bothered you, lying next to the chill of the grave. You only hugged him tighter and told him not to be ridiculous because you couldn’t find the right words at the time to explain that it was part of who he was and you loved all of him, even the pieces that might not seem loveable. Thinking of it that way now though, you should tell him. 

Another turn, facing away from one another again, a chance to catch your breath. It’s madness how he still affects you, even after you’d confessed to one another, you’re still swooning nervously. He’s right when he calls you “silly girl” teasingly. The finale, one more elaborate twirl, you’re no longer even thinking of the dance, muscle memory taking over. His hand catches yours and you step close to him, closer than the propriety of a noble’s dance floor would’ve ever allowed. Cheekily, he leans forward, stealing a quick kiss. “It would seem you have more talents than you’ve let on.” 

“I…”, you really don’t want to lie to him. The silence stretches far too long. “It would seem so.” 

“Hmm,” you feel him studying you, and you realize his eyes are guarded again, his posture rigid. “So tell me one thing,” you nod, terrified you’re about to shatter that fragile bond you’ve built. Lies by omission are still lies. “Which noble house are you a runaway from?” His voice is cold and hard, the Astarion you met on the beach that fateful day. How fast he can change wounds you, just like that, he’s ready to be done with you. But it’s your fault, you know how years of horror have left him with walls he’s too quick to bring up. “Or do you want to keep lying to me?” 

You shake your head. “I wish I could say.” 

“And here I thought we really had something, but clearly,” he gestures wildly, unable to contain his rising temper. 

Stinging tears begin to prick your eyes. “No, no, I wish I could say,” you emphasize, praying he’ll understand. 

Suddenly, he stills, hand coming to your cheek, eyes wide. “Is this a warlock thing?” A thumb brushes away the tear that escaped and you hear agonized regret in his voice. “Oh darling, I’m sorry, don’t cry.” Arms pull you into his chest. “Please, I didn’t realize, it’s fine.” 

“I wanted to tell you,” you sniffle into his shirt.

“Hush love, you can tell me what you’re able to, when you’re ready. Although I must insist you consider us even for any prior deception of mine. Even ones you haven’t realized yet.” He laughs that awkward, nervous laugh that happens when he’s upset, but he’s trying so you let yourself giggle a bit. “There’s my girl. Now how about we dance again and no holding back? I need to know if I can actually keep up with you.” 

The music box is still playing but you’re no longer aware of anyone else in the camp. There’s only the two of you, softly and slowly moving together. Gone are the thoughts of the elaborate courtly show, you move by instinct, bodies responding to one another as you press close together. Then you still, let yourself be wrapped in his arms, your lips brushing the hollow of his throat. “I can at least tell you that you’re the best dance partner I’ve ever had.” 

“Never doubted it my sweet,” you feel him kiss the crown of your head before resting his cheek against it.

[katerinaaqu]

Why didn't Odysseus's crew stage a mutiny against him in the Odyssey? (An analysis based on Homer's Odyssey)

It has been a while since the last time I did some Odyssey Analysis and here is an interesting question that goes on in this. A very valid question actually.

During the arduous trip in the Odyssey, the Cephallinians suffered greater loss than anything they suffered at the 10 year war at Troy. They lost almost all ships and all men were dying. They were reduced to a ship of a crew with less than 40 people and they didn't seem to get much hope. So of course one could ask; what was holding them back and didn't fight back against Odysseus apart from the indirect mutiny they did when he turned his eyes away from him to pray? Why their only mutiny was to disobey his orders and slay the cattle of Helios Hyperion? Surely more than 30 men could do plenty of damage to one man right? Why didn't they? And why is it important for the story?

So while thinking about it I came down with some possible explanations as to why that happened;

Odysseus was beloved to the gods

Regardless of their terrible situations, Odysseus probably still had the fame of someone beloved to the gods. He used to be directly communicating with Athena and was under her protection. Despite the fact that he was cursed by a god, there could be some sort of a thought running to their minds; what if we harm him and the gods strike us for it? What if there will be consequences for directly wishing harm to one who was blessed to be appreciated by gods? It could possibly be a risk that they didn't want to take. And it makes sense given how much Odysseus interracted even with minor gods during the trip (for example Aeolus or Circe). Quite frankly they might as well have wished that at some point Odysseus would appeal to yet another god for help.

Odysseus was beloved to his subjects

If you look at my other analysis here You can remember how beloved leader Odysseus was even to subjects such as slaves who in theory would have no real reason to be loyal to him. Odysseus seemed always to be a just and beloved leader and his men on the ship were not an exception. Regardless of whether they had lost faith hin him in his capability to bring him home or if they doubted his judgement, they couldn't get past the emotional connection; Odysseus had protected them during the war to the point of suffering the least possible losses, during the trip he was going to extreme measures to protect them (even the cruel misadventure in which Odysseus cut the rope from his ship to save the last ship from the Laestrygonians might as well have spoken volumes to the men that were saved). It would be hard for them to completely ignore that even in the face of mistrust. Somehow it would also be them thinking that they "owe him" till that part.

Odysseus was hiding stuff from them that could be important

Ironically the very source of their mistrust was protecting Odysseus. Odysseus didn't share with them the nature of the sack of Aeolus even if he seemed pretty clear that they couldn't touch it (and that led to their first tragedies). Later he hid the information that they would have to go through the Sirens till the very last moment where he warned them about it. Later he hid completely the information that they would go through Skylla and Charybdis. His men could think "How many more things did this man know on their way home and hid it from them?" if they captured or killed him in a mutiny how were they sure there weren't more dangers ahead that Odysseus was hiding from them and could either be informed the last moment or not at all? What guarantee did they have that Odysseus didn't know even MORE about their course? They had none. So ironically the very reason they began to mistrust him in the first place became the reason Odysseus was safe from their rage.

No one wanted to take responsibility at time of crisis!

Last and definitely not least comes for me the most important reason of all at least story-wise that shows how excellent writer Homer is into writing human nature. His men didn't stage a mutiny because no matter how displeased they were with his decisions, literally NO ONE wants to have the same responsibility to take decisions in time of crisis! Honestly, how many times do common folk feel themselves find a scapegoat usually to the face of their leaders when things go south? (and for good reason that is given that they are the ones with the responsibility to take decisions). When something goes wrong we blame the leader, the government or someone that has come forth and not only takes the decisions but also is responsible for the blame as well.

During their arduous trip Odysseus took some of the most painful decisions they could imagine in order to save what he could; he advised them to leave the Cicones and they didn't which led to their first tragedy; he tried to correct his mistake by appeasing the god Aeolus, he took the decision to sacrifice his ships in order to save the one he could knowing full well that they would never be able to fight against the Laestrygonians. He knew the 11 ships were lost cause so he acted fast cutting the ropes of his own ship and sailing away, making sure to save what he could even if that meant to the terrible loss. He traveled to the underworld even though he was alive, he chose Skylla over Charybdis knowing that the sacrifice would be too great but still not as great as to lose them all.

Regardless of their emotions at that moment; they put themselves in his shoes and realize that none of them would take the burden of leadership and take those decisions for them. Odysseus with his nerves of steel managed to save them so far even if they had so many losses and undoubtedly they realized that in his shoes they would never be able to act so efficiently and so fast. And knowing their own reactions against him; blaming him for the losses, they realize that none of them would have the guts to take not only the painful decisions but also the blame and hate that follows them. Odysseus was lifting on his shoulder as much hate and anger as very few others; not only his previous experiences at war and his actions but now his decisions of the trip. I have no doubt that even in their anger the men admired how he could carry it all.

Conlcusions:

Homer is a master of words and plot. I have no doubt that if he thought it served the plot he would have mentioned his men staging a full on mutiny against Odysseus or in one way I am almost certain he thought of the possibility being quite doable given as I said above that Odysseys was one man and the others were over 30. However knowing how great he is in protraying human emotions to his writing I think his choice of plot was deliberate.

Not only was Odysseus someone that could erupt not only controversy but also superstition given his close relationship with gods before, his leadership was always admirable regardless of the results (knowing his prudent nature and how plenty of his orders that were disobeyed ended up in a tragedy and let's face it Odysseus was also a brilliant fighter. I doubt anyone would easily take the first step to fight him one on one either!) and above all he was one of the best when it came on taking some really difficult decisions, carrying on his back not only the personal guilt he felt while taking them but also the anger of others and their retalliation. And in an amazingly human writing Homer speaks on times of crisis. When people do not wish to take responsibility at times of Crisis because they know full well that their decisions rarely ever would be painless!

Therefore they couldn't retalliate against him; they didn't want the responsibility of leadership or the blame for the losses. They didn't want to stand against authority directly either. So they took the indirect mutiny decision; when authority is not present they disobey or they break their will when the force of authority.

Could we perhaps one more time appeal to the usual theory of "unreliable storyteller" and speak on how Odysseus doesn't want to mention a mutiny in his story to Phaeakes because he doesn't want to appear as weak leader in their eyes?

We could but in my opinion this doesn't seem likely. Odysseus is already humiliated; shipwrecked and a beggar in their house. He mentioned how it was ellegedly his fault that the whole domino of reactions began when he mentions how he was yelling to Polyphemus being blasphemus that not even Poseidon could put him back together if he had killed him (which let's face it is too much given that gods had no probelm resurrecting some dead before). He had already mentioned his men not listening to him and disobedience was already a heavy thing. He didn't hide most of the unpleasant experiences during the trip so why miss the opportunity of shifting the blame to his men, saying that they stage a mutiny against him thus himself being unable to react instead of stating that he fell asleep during the prayer? To show that his men fear him so they do not dare to face him? Perhaps but it seems unlikely given the whole story in which Odysseus doesn't hide his bad sides from them.

What do you guys think? Let me know to your comments and reblogs below! ^_^

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi there! Big fan of your writing, can I request Yandere 1st, 2nd and 3rd Years with a Female Yoriichi Reader who’s the creator of Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State)

Reader always has a solemn expression, but is in fact very kind and compassionate but despite her incredible feats, skills and abilities she’s very humble, seeing herself as just another regular human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills and explains that she sees herself as nothing but a ‘worthless failure’ because she couldn’t kill Muzan and how her older brother turned into a Demon (As she says her life is completely worthless and wouldn’t mind to be forgotten)

Thank you so much!

🖤🖤🖤

Yoriichi Tsugikuni Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’re a lot more mature than the rest of them. As expected you’re physically stronger and you're usually stone-faced, making your pursuers eager to break that. When you do finally open up about your past it puts everything into perspective, making them more eager to stop you from going home:

Jack Howl

“You’re no failure! You are strong and it isn’t over yet there is always the option to move forward!”

If he’s able to kindle your spirit he’ll make it so that you will return 

But not without him

Your his mate, and whoever's in the way needs to die move

Sebek Zigvolt

“DO NOT MAKE SUCH A FACE. You’re on the level of Malleus-sama I see no reason to denounce your achievements!”

No doubt is very vocal about your beauty and strength

He loves all of you

He’s irritated you can not see that

Thus he refuses to allow your return

But until he’s able to take you head on

So he’ll use more underhanded methods 

Ace Trappola

“Yeah? Well, I guess it's best you ended up here then!”

He hates that you’re moping about anyone other than him

So he’ll do what it takes to keep you happy here

Even if it means twisting his words 

Deuce Spade

“No way! You’re the best! I lov–I mean w-w–e’re the best of friends…so don’t think about them, okay.”

Who cares about the monsters there when there are plenty here

You can slice at them

It doesn't have to be a demon right

If you’re really needing to slay a demon he’s more than happy to make some

Epel Felmier

“Its not your fault! Those jerks are the ones who are at fault they’re the monsters you just tried to help.”

He so mad that some nameless nobodies are what’s making you upset

As far as he concerns he’s not letting you go back

You might beat him when it comes to strength but until he gets there

He’s winning the only way he can

And if that means putting you to sleep while he destroys your only source home