#twitter is wild yo

[explomb]

my favourite thing about bllk is that everyone is clinical and then there's just kurona. he's done nothing wrong. he's just here to vibe, be cute, say weird catchphrases like a side character in a mid-rate kid's show and play football. i genuinely do not think we've ever seen him angry. meanwhile kaiser is knee-deep in his 52nd mental breakdown, hiori is going by "ultrasadist" on main, ness is a bad day away from a homicide charge and isagi has ruined nearly as many men as ones he's made fall in love with him.

[kansainoryuji]

willkommen, bienvenue, welcome

inspired by this tweet

[katetcake]

You ever see someone make a public call-out post to a portion of a fandom, but the deeper you go into why they think X thing is bad, the more you realize this is very much a them problem. Like their issue is so damn hyper specific it's actually insane.

Like have your headcanons, no one says don't have them. But don't try to force it on to others? If it goes against popular consensus, that's a you problem. A you problem you have to learn to deal w/. Plenty of people have headcanons or views that go contrary to popular fanon. God knows I do. It sucks, but learn to be mature about it.

Edit: Oh yikes. That person started calling everyone who criticized them a predator....

[lemonlover1110]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend gets a little too jealous after catching some jerk staring at you. Of course, he has to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: MDNI, Jealous!Toji, Possessiveness, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Spitting, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Toji is a bit violent and a bit of a jerk but we still love him

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Toji absolutely hates going out with you lately, not because he finds you annoying but the fact that all eyes are on you. You always look so stunning, and he hates all the men that dare to look your way– But he can’t blame them. It’s hard not to look your way when your makeup is flawless, your hair is cutely styled, and when you show the right amount of skin to make a man go wild.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You ask him, watching as Toji’s eyes glare at someone else in the place. You’re supposed to be out with friends, having some fun and talking since you barely have the time to meet up with them, catch up with them. But Toji isn’t paying any attention to them as they talk.

“Oh… Okay.” You do as he says, pouting your lip so he feels some sort of remorse for talking to you in that tone. He’s not even looking at you though. He gets up from his seat, and you watch as he approaches another table. He slams his hand on the wood surface of the other table, and you can only assume he has a stern tone of voice while speaking. You anxiously bounce your leg, watching your boyfriend as he does– Whatever he’s doing.

“Toji–” You find yourself taken back, watching as your boyfriend grabs the back of some man’s head and slams it on the table. You rush over to him, and ask, “What the fuck are you doing?”

All your friends are looking at you. Everyone is. You would be extremely embarrassed if you weren’t so worried that your boyfriend is suddenly acting this way. 

“If I catch you looking at my girlfriend again, I will crush your skull.” Toji says through gritted teeth, and you hate the fact that you find this so fucking hot. Your legs are almost giving out. Toji lets go, and he grabs your hand, dragging you out of the place.

“Toji, calm down.” You tell him, following him to his car. When you get to it, he finally lets go of your hand and begins to walk to the driver’s side, but you grab his hand again. “I know you’re jealous, but don’t take it out on me.”

“I’m not taking it out on you.” He responds, and he forces you to let go. You do, and you wait for him to open the passenger door. You get into the car, and he quietly begins to drive. His hands hold on tight to the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. You cross your arms, irritated that he’s mad at you because you did nothing.

“What the hell did I do? Be too pretty?” You scoff, and Toji’s hand goes to your lap. He squeezes your thigh, and you roll your eyes at him. He’s not looking your way. “You could be nicer to me, I’m not at fault that men stare at me. Gauge their eyes out or something.”

“I was going to but you came running after me because apparently you can’t spend a minute alone.” Toji argues back.

“You’re so dramatic.” You mutter, and he hears you loud and clear. You sit in silence for a minute, and you feel his hand hike up your skirt. His finger hooks under your panties, and he begins to lower them until he realizes how much of a hassle that is while he’s trying to drive. His hand ends up going over your clothed cunt, and he begins to rub circles over your sensitive area.

You begin to squeeze your legs while Toji toys with you. He’s doing everything that is enough to drive you wild, and you’re about to push your panties to the side so you feel more than just the friction of your panties. But Toji slaps your hand.

“No.” He says, and you almost whine, but you know that won’t end well. Of course he’s acting like a fucking bitch, you didn’t expect any less from a jealous Toji. You almost push his hand away as he works you up. But you let it happen until he’s outside your home.

“We’re going inside this home and you’re going to fuck me up. Stop acting like a fucking brat.” You tell him, pushing his hand away. You walk out of the car and enter the home before him. You undress yourself when you’re in your room, stripping to your underwear. You wait for him on the bed, and when you see him walk in, he looks livid. 

You have to suppress the smile that comes to your lips when you watch Toji get on the bed, getting on top of you. His hand wraps around your throat, and he brings his lips down to meet yours. His tongue enters your mouth and presses against your own. Your hands begin to unbutton his shirt until every button is undone.

He pulls away from the kiss, his lips trailing down, going to your neck and sucking on that spot that makes you weak. A soft moan leaves your lips. Toji kisses down until your panties get in the way. He pushes them to the side and kisses your clit.

He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue then focuses on your clit.

Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. Your fingers really can’t compare to his. 

Toji begins to hum, telling you how he’s enjoying this. He fucking loves the taste that’s on his tongue, it’s the only reason he’s doing this. He shouldn’t be eating you out after all the trouble you’ve put him through.

He curves his fingers, letting you know how much he knows your body. No man could ever compare to him. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

“Oh, Toji, it’s so good.” You moan. His free hand goes to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name. It doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to build up, that pressure builds up on your lower abdomen.

He sucks on your clit, and he moves his fingers just right until you finally reach your peak. When you loudly moan his name, he detaches himself from your cunt, taking his fingers out, and goes back to your face. He pushes your bottom lip down until you open your mouth. He takes the opportunity to spit in your mouth.

“If he knew what you do for me, then maybe he’d stop staring.” He comments, and you’re lost until you realize he’s talking about the man in the bar. That was the last thought in your mind.

Toji pushes your legs up to your chest before he unbuckles his belt. He takes his cock out, running the tip through your folds. He slaps it on your cunt a couple of times before he asks, “You want this, baby? You want my cock?”

“Please.” You respond in a whiny voice. He chuckles.

“I shouldn’t. You were just being so fucking mean.” Toji says, pushing two fingers into your mouth, and he pushes them far so you gag on them. You end up biting down on them, and a smirk comes to his lips. He pushes his cock inside of you, slowly stretching you out. No matter how many times Toji fucks you, it’s always too much for you to handle.

When he bottoms out, he gives you a couple of seconds to adjust before he begins to move in and out of you. The man loves this position, allowing him to reach deeper and it feels so fucking good. There’s nothing Toji loves more than to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around his cock.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, not muffling the moans that leave your lips. Toji hits every right spot, and it drives you wild. Nobody can or will compare to Toji.

“It’s so fucking good, Toji” You moan, your hand moving down to play with your clit while Toji relentlessly thrust in and out of your cunt. It’s hard for Toji to control himself when your cunt feels so good around him. He slowly loses control.

Jealousy rushes through him, as well as possessiveness. He needs to mark you as his but he doesn’t know how– Knocking you up. That’s the only way

“Oh, fuck, Toji!” You moan, your back arches as you take it all. He hits all the right spots and it’s driving you insane. 

“I need to make you a mommy.” He says, one hand goes down to play your clit. Your walls begin to squeeze around him, and he swears he’s in heaven. It fuels his jealousy even more, because some fucking idiot thought that he could get away with being with you. Toji would kill every man on Earth before losing you.

“Fuck!” You get louder and louder, and you feel as your second orgasm approaches. Toji doesn’t slow down either.

“Let me knock you up, please, baby.” He sounds whiny as he begs, and you get tighter around him with his every word. You moan loudly as you finally reach your climax, and he nearly comes right there but he can contain himself. “Please, please, please.”

“I’m gonna– Fuck, Toji!” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Your cunt begins to clench around him, squeezing as your orgasm approaches until it finally washes over you. 

“Gonna knock you up, baby.” He says, having made up his mind. You’re going to have his baby after all, and you’re certainly not complaining. You’ll give Toji all the babies that he wants. “Need to see you big and round with my baby. You’re mine, right? You’ll let me do that?”

“Yes, Toji!” Your fucked out brain doesn’t take a second to process the question. Even if the question had been asked an hour ago, you would’ve agreed. You would do just about anything for Toji. 

His thrusts get unregulated, and it doesn’t take too long for Toji to come inside of you. His seed fills you up, your cunt milking him for each drop. You absolutely love every drop of it.

Toji’s lips go down to meet yours, and when he pulls away he lays down beside you. He hugs you and you assure him, “You don’t have to be so jealous. You know I’m all yours.”

“I still want a baby to show off.”

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

[icyg4l]

PAC: How Can I Be More Connected to My Community? (LGBTQ+ EDITION)

Hello all! In this week’s edition of the Women’s History Month tarot series, I have decided to add a more specifically inclusive topic to this series. I will be reading on how you can develop more connections with women in your community. 🫶 Using my LGBTQ+ tarot deck, I will get to the bottom of this. Without further ado, pick your pile.

***Disclaimer: The purpose of this reading is to help women/femmes connect with other women/femmes! Much love. 🫶

Left-to-Right (1-6):

Pile One: Pile One, I feel like you have some issues with women in general. This is what a sociologist would call internalized misogyny. Every woman goes through this at some point but I am picking up on bisexual femme/*general* lesbian energy. This is what is keeping you from being in close company with other women. How are you going to be distrusting of women if this is what you are trying to attract? Whether romantically or platonically, I feel like you need to open up your world a bit. I feel like you can be particularly distrusting of women who mirror your energy, which is ironic. There is some shadow work that must be done for self-forgiveness. You have not forgiven yourself for something that could have happened at work or school? Some type of situationship perhaps. Or maybe you have the tendency to get into crash-and-burn type of relationships, which explains your lack of trust. Learn how to take things easy and slowly; lean into those gut feelings. The type of women you will attract in your circle/community will be women that aren’t afraid to apologize and take accountability. You need people around you that are going to be there for you when you fall. I get the feeling that the people attracted to this are people who are on medication. A bonus tip: Take your medication please! (this is coming from someone who has to do so as well). You need to be around people that will ground you and make sure that you aren’t too imbalanced. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Fuck fear.”

“You are going through some tough shit.”

“You need a good fucking cry.”

“You need some fucking yoga in your life.”

Cards Used: The Star (RX), Knight of Wands, The World, Four of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, Temperance, Ten of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, The High Priestess, The Empress, Two of Wands, Five of Swords and Nine of Pentacles (RX).

extras: mommy issues. being the wild card. “gone with the wind.” melanie martinez. aries. bryson tiller. makeup forever. yo perreo sola by bad bunny. rue bennett. BPD. card games. playful energy. “likewise.” roaches/blunts. twitter fingers. snapbacks. jordan dunks. cheeky underwear.

Pile Two: Pile Two, your message is similar to Pile One’s. I feel you need to stop being so male-centered or heteronormative. You could be agender but have a partner who falls into the binary, and this make you feel conflicted on what gender roles you should take on. You could be a lesbian who looks for a specific woman to play the “man” or the “woman” in the relationship. You could be a transwoman who is hyperfixated on not being clocked. You could identify as bisexual but have a cishet partner, and because of this, you feel fraudulent. If you fit into any of these categories, I feel like the main thing you need to know is you shouldn’t beat yourself up for being bold enough to express yourself the way you want to. You should, however, examine the relationship that you have with men/masculine. Whether you like it or not, you’re holding yourself to a standard that a man created and therefore, you are playing into misogyny. You are defying the odds in some way, shape or form and it has been done for years. Stop putting the people who oppress you on a pedestal. I feel like you’ve been around too many straight/cis-heterosexual people or internalize their ideas. The first step is to grieve your old self. You need to step into the version of yourself that is forward-thinking and pioneering. This can be a lonely road to take but it’s going to help you get to the people that you seek. You’re supposed to be around people who protest; strong, independent thinkers who do not take no for an answer. Reintroduce yourself to the world, Pile Two and great people will await you. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“You got a feeling you just can’t shake.”

“It’s dark and you can’t see a fucking thing.”

“Get over yourself. Pull your shit together.”

You need a good fucking cry.”

“Put the fucking phone down”

Cards Used: Eight of Swords, Four of Swords, Nine of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, Four of Wands (RX), King of Wands (RX), Ten of Pentacles, Queen of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Queen of Wands, Four of Cups, Five of Cups, Ace of Wands.

extras: but i’m a cheerleader. “Dani”. can’t back down by camp rock cast. leather boots. lots of rings. chunky highlights. recently got a car wash. need for pampering. long legs. stylish. fringe. long eyelashes. brimmed coats. new york. miami. LA. colored eyes. flashy jewelry. the color gold. pigs.

Pile Three: Pile Three, you honestly could just keep doing you. I feel like people are naturally drawn to you. Your energy reminds me of my friend who is friends with other gay women and she’s so likable. You could honestly vibe with anyone. You could fall in any LGBTQ category, but you have a big heart. I’m not going to lie though, Pile Three, you can come on too hard with some people; especially those who are on the shy side. So, calm it downnnn just a bit. People appreciate your community organizing efforts though. I feel like you’re known in your local community just for being friendly, helpful and wanting better for the LGBTQ+ community. This is something you take pride in. I feel like something that you can do to attract more LGBTQ+ women in your life is to actually do the opposite of Pile One. I feel like you tend to draw in all types of people, so you have the tendency to be disappointed by people’s actions. Be more protective of your energy and you’ll attract more community members like yourself. People who have ideas that are as big as yours. People who want to change the world. People who want to leave behind old traditions. People who have dreams that they actively pursue. Your energy is just so precious and bright, Pile Three. You really need to be careful. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Stop talking.”

“It’s dark and you can’t see a fucking thing”

“Rebel”

Cards Used: Knight of Swords, Justice (RX), King of Wands, The Moon, Page of Pentacles, Four of Cups (RX), The Star, Seven of Wands, Three of Swords, Page of Swords, The Hermit, King of Pentacles, Three of Cups, The Sun, Eight of Cups, The Hanged Man, Page of Cups.

extras: stripes. fruit lover. small hoops. glasses. checklist. virgos. the color blue. mondays. morning people. cash register. mom friend. goofball. nice smile. shoulder length hair. bright pajamas. trans right advocate.

Pile Four: Pile Four, you’re like really smart and confident. This could rub people the wrong way though. I feel like your energy is only for certain people, you’re not everyone’s cup of tea. I think that you were probably born in the wrong state or town. You probably are the only queer/trans person in town when you’re supposed to be in a place like Dallas, California or Atlanta. Relocation is the move for you definitely. I get this sense that you’re the token gay friend. The energy feels awkward. I feel like where you’re right now is for school and you’re just trying to stick it out for now. But if you are able to move, please do so. If you cannot though, the steps that you need to take toward having more community is pushing past the people that you encounter on a daily basis. You aren’t looking hard enough for your types of people. You keep circling the same places instead of trying out that new activity. The old fashioned way of seeking community is out! Perhaps, you should download Tinder or actually go to that event at school. If all else fails, you should start a club for LGBTQ+ students and see who shows up. You will know that you’ve found your people by looking outside the box; the outcasts; the quiet people; the loners. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Laugh”

“Eat your fucking vegetables”

“Rebel”

Cards Used: Strength, Eight of Cups (RX), King of Cups, Two of Swords, Six of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Seven of Swords, Eight of Pentacles, Four of Cups, Justice, Seven of Pentacles, The High Priestess, The Lovers (RX), The Emperor.

extras: scorpio energy. pasta and lobster. aquarius. rap music. banana. artsy. theater kid. biracial. young thug. “cordial.” patience is key. “get lost.” bree runway.

Pile Five: Pile Five, you’re quite the mysterious one, aren’t you? Your energy feels so discreet. I feel like you’ve done the work to be perceived as more approachable but you still feel a little empty. I think you need to take a vacation. You work so hard, maybe a little too hard. This will be where you find your *gay* people. The feeling of being burned out comes to mind. It feels like you’re a loner. Maybe you’re Pile Four’s type of people lol. You need to be refreshed. I think you actually need to go outside. Soak in the sun, go to the beach, the park, somewhere outdoors. It feels like you don’t have people around you. You’re isolated. You stay to yourself but doesn’t that get lonely, Pile Five? I would also say consider making long distance friends or internet friends who are a part of the LGBTQ+ community in order to combat this loneliness. I also would say that you need to put in more effort to maintain these friendships as well. The types of people that you will be attracting are the genuine friendships where you go bar hopping with them. You need people around who are going to keep you light on your feet and entertain you with the latest news about how Gay #1 is secretly in love with Bisexual #2. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“Take a fucking trip”

“You are talented and fucking amazing”

“Shit is going down with your job”

Cards Used: Six of Swords, The Empress, The Magician, The Hanged Man, Judgment, Queen of Wands, Justice, The World, The Star, Death, Ace of Swords, Three of Cups, King of Swords, Two of Swords.

extras: “quiet as a church mouse.” purple. wigs. red nails. “you’re so dry.” day-by-day. bad at texting. celebrity gossip. spirituality. meditation.

Pile Six: Pile Six, you’re so scandalous lmao. I don’t want to be the one to say this but you need to stop sleeping and/or flirting with women’s partners. It scares off potential friends and it causes people to not trust you. Another thing you need to stop doing is kissing your friends. You need to draw some lines between platonic and romantic relationships. And if you are polyamorous, your favorites are starting to show; show love equally or expect a mess to blow up in your face. You need to expand outward, Pile Six. I know people are making a spectacle of your love life and you don’t understand why but remember this: Every habit that you have is connected to how you treat others. People take notice of this. You moved like you’re in a small room, dear. You need to expand! Expand your circle of lovers; stop messing with people in the smalltown that you’re in when you should be with someone in the city. Instead of taking offense to other people’s words, you should be doing some self-introspection. Why do you do the things that you do? Is it for attention? Out of boredom? Out of desperation? For revenge? You should take up a hobby and find a new passion. This may be where you find your people. I think that being around people who are older/more mature than you would benefit you. You need to be around a community of people who are mothers/act like mothers. They have stories to tell and you will gain knowledge from them. You will feel understood. They won’t judge you ‘cause they’ve been there. I pulled some Rebel Deck Oracle cards for you and this is what your community would say to you:

“You are going through some tough shit”

“You = Tight ass”

“Fuck fear”

“They broke your heart”

Cards Used: Temperance (RX), Judgment (RX), The Magician, The Star, Queen of Wands, Five of Cups, Nine of Swords, Four of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles, Three of Wands, Page of Swords (RX), The Messenger (Hierophant), Eight of Pentacles, Knight of Wands (RX).

extras: pisces. cuticles. cucumbers. questioning. dominance. foreplay. sexual education. “you clean up nice.” fake drunk. long dresses. cocoa brown complexion.

[avatarmerida]

So on twitter the other day, @rebeccaartsy mentioned she was thinking about how different things would be if Hunter was there from the beginning and it really got my mind moving.

So like my totally self indulgent headcanon or whatever,is that Hunter in season one is spending his time hunting wild witches and no one really takes him seriously so the whole time he’s trying to prove himself by trying to capture the most famous wild witch, Eda. But I like to think he doesn’t have a very strong artificial staff at this point and isn’t seen as much of a threat. He’s also either not the Golden Guard yet or just wears normal scout stuff to draw less attention. So he is always setting traps and stuff and Luz meets him and his vibe is like an annoying neighbor kid. He just gets roped into the occasional adventure because he’s there and just when he's starting to question life in the coven he gets promoted to coven head and he works even harder to be taken seriously.

Because I love how Hunter and Willow meet so much where they see the true version of each other right away in a way no one else has, I imagine their first meeting is still outside Luz and everything. Like, Hunter is messing with something plant related (maybe making a trap or liking for a rare plant to help Belos, idk) and gets tangled in some aggressive vines and Willow finds him and helps him. But the vines are from like a really complicated plant that requires extreme patience and talent and he’s like even Terra would have trouble with it and while his spitting facts Willow just untangles him effortlessly. She’s just like “boop! You’re good :)” and at first he’s worried she’s gonna tell someone or blackmail him but she’s just “no prob yo.” But she’s also very impressed that he found the plant that he did, cause they're super elusive and he’s like uhhh thanks.

So he offers to walk her to where she’s going and they start talking and he’s info dumping things on plant magic and they’re vibing and he realizes no one has ever let him talk so much before. And she likes talking to him. Then he realizes exactly where they are and before he can make an excuse to leave, Luz comes out to greet Willow and when she sees Hunter she groans. And they dive into their sibling banter slinging shots back and forth and Willow just stands there thinking like “huh, this is the guy who’s always annoying her? He’s not that bad.”

And so it’s just like a little bit where he’s always like “ugh you guys are the worst! But not you Willow, you’re great obvi.” Like he has no idea anyone would ever think she’s weak because he still met her in her element and she just thinks he’s a dork. But the crushing doesn't really start until Understanding Willow because I love that episode and I say so:

“Gus, listen,” said Hunter, as he walked through the open door of the Owl House. “Obviously, there is much I can’t divulge but upon consideration I am willing to grant you an interview for your class. The Emperor’s Coven values education, and so I could definitely offer you information on our selection process which I’m sure your teachers will find impressive and- why is Willow upside down?”

“Oh, Amity set Willow’s mind on fire and now she’s losing all her memories,” said Luz with a nervous chuckle. “But uh, what’s up with you?”

“What?” He said running over to her side and helping her sit correctly on the couch. “Is she okay?”

“Don’t worry blondie, we’re gonna get these knuckleheads in there to set things right,” said Eda. “Or at least less wrong.”

“You’re gonna entrust Willow’s mind in the hands of… them?” Said Hunter in disdain as he glared at Luz and Amity who honestly couldn’t argue with him. “They were the ones who put her in this situation in the first place! Not to mention, this location isn’t zoned for a spell of that caliber and as a member of the Emperor’s Coven I could-.”

“Listen, do you want it done soon or do you want it done legally?” Asked Eda. “Cause by the time we get the permits to do it your way Goldie, there won’t be any of Willow’s memories left to save.”

“Very well then,” said Hunter, pretending as though it was a hard decision. “I’ll allow it. Just… be careful with her.”

“Alright then,” said Eda. “Lemme whip up something to put her to sleep. She’s not gonna wanna be awake for this.”

“Oh look, the prince is here,” giggled Willow, leaning on Hunter’s shoulder for support as she noticed his presence for the first time. “Helloooo, your highness.”

“Uh, hi,” he said, not expecting her to be this close to him. “A-re you oka-.”

“Shhh,” she said, putting her finger to his lips, whispering as though it was the most serious thing on earth. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?” he said despite his lips being smushed, hanging on to her words with concern.

She took a deep breath. “You have beautiful eyes.” She whispered with intensity.

His face turned bright crimson as he tried to laugh, assuming it must be a joke of some sort. But Willow’s voice didn’t carry the disdain most jokes at Hunter’s expense carried. She wasn’t in her right mind, but maybe that didn’t mean she wasn’t serious.

“Oh uh… thank you?” He said, clearing his throat. “So uh so do you?”

“Hmmm,” she giggled then hiccuped, squinting at him and then leaning in closer as though she couldn’t quite see something. “Do they make you wear that mask because you're so handsome all the time?”

“What?”

“Woo, you could cut something with that jaw ouch,” she said, her voice low and playful before erupting into another sea of giggles.

“I uh, I don’t think that’s-.”

“Nap time!” Said Eda, and Willow instantly fell asleep, leaning forward onto Hunter’s shoulder. He was unprepared to say the least, but tentatively put an arm around her to keep her steady, his eyes wide as his movements were careful.

“Alright coven boy, you keep Princess Planter comfy while I tell these two how to keep things from getting worse,” instructed Eda, pointing to Luz and Amity.

“Yeah sure okay,” replied Hunter, barely listening. Eda was telling Luz and Amity something but all Hunter could hear was the gentle sound of Willow snoring, her breathing slow and deep and peaceful. He has never been so close to her, he could see every delicate freckle that decorated her face. Her glasses were askew so he carefully removed them, because it just seemed like the thing to do. Her mind was on fire, the least he could do was make her more comfortable.

—

He watched as her eyes shifted behind her eyelids as she… dreamed? Would she think this was all a dream? She would mumble things occasionally, hopefully that meant something good? She just looked so-

“Hey Hunter, you want in on this?” Asked Gus.

“Huh?” He looked up quickly as though he was being accused of something. He hadn’t been listening. Hadn’t he been tasked with monitoring her? Is that what Eda said or had he just done it naturally? “Sorry, what?”

“King and Eda are competing to be the subject of my interview,” repeated Gus. “You want in?”

Hunter had forgotten all about being the subject of Gus’ report as he became engrossed in watching Willow sleep. Was that creepy? He didn’t mean it to be. He just felt… protective. He felt responsible. He could never fall asleep like this with anyone unless he trusted them completely. He had never fallen asleep around anyone. And he knew Willow did not have a choice in the matter but he wanted to be worthy of her trust anyway.

“Uh, no thanks maybe next time,” he said, uncharacteristically soft. “Someone should keep an eye on Willow.”

“Eh, she’s not going anywhere goldie,” said Eda as a twinkle entered her eye. “Buuuut when she does wake up, she’s probably gonna be hungry. Having the essence of your inner being threatened really takes alot out of you.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” said Hunter, looking at her in wonder. She seemed to be doing fine, but no doubt there would be brutal side effects. “Should I-.”

“Snacks! Snacks! Snacks!” chanted King.

“Oh yeah, uh I guess I could… do that,” he said softly. He wasn’t sure why he was being quiet, no one else was. But his usual tone didn’t seem fitting now. Normally, he would not take orders (or even suggestions) from civilians but if it was for Willow then it didn’t feel like succumbing to rank. It felt like helping. It felt purposeful. He carefully removed himself from Willow’s presence, mourning the loss of warmth for only a moment, and placed her comfortably on the couch. As he made his way to the kitchen, his eyes were glued to her until it was impossible to continue. Eda,King, and Gus were too occupied in their debate to notice.

---

Willow was going to be fine, she had to be. Everyone would be acting more worried if she wasn’t, right? She had always been strong and capable, he knew her mind couldn’t be much different. He turned his focus from concern into purpose. He wouldn’t admit it to the others, but he was thankful for the distraction. He felt foolish just sitting there not being able to do anything for her. He had never actually made something before, but how hard could it be? He had studied under the head of the Potions coven, how different was baking from that?

As he looked through Eda’s cupboards, Willow’s words echoed in his ears. Well, not all of them. There was one in particular, occupied by the way the ends of her mouth turned up as she said it that made his stomach flip.

Handsome.

No one had ever called him that before, not even ironically. Did she really think that? Why did he care so much if she did? Why, suddenly, did he want so much for her to?

Was it really suddenly though?

Ugh! Why hadn’t he said something cooler? He wasn’t sure she’d even remember saying it, but if she did he didn’t want his surprised reaction to prevent her from possibly repeating herself! He had never had issue thinking of clever retorts (though, to be fair he did do a fair deal of practicing in his bedroom mirror each night) and they often fell into a comfortable conversation. But sometimes she would say something a certain way or look at him too long and it would throw him off. Not in a bad way, no nothing at all like that, just… unexpected. She laughed at the jokes people would roll their eyes at or ask him to continue where normally he was cut off and all the little things just kept adding and piling up until Hunter didn’t know how he was supposed to carry them. She was so many little things, like the way she tilted her head when she asked him a silly question or how her glasses would slide off her edge of her knows when she got excited or the way she would stand close to him and sometimes their hands would brush like she didn’t care if they-

Focus! He thought, taking ingredients from the cabinets. There wasn’t much and what there was seemed to have no organizational system but he could resolve that after he figured out what to whip up. Something simple, something to show Willow he wanted to help. He didn’t know her well enough to enter her mind with Luz and Amity, but secretly he hoped he was getting there.

---

He managed to make something that resembled cookies, the smell filled the kitchen and it surprisingly wasn't an awful smell?. He remembered Willow mentioned once she was eager to get home as her father had made some and they were waiting for her. Truthfully, Hunter had never tasted a cookie but he had seen them when he walked by the bakery in town and knew the basics of their structure. Surely if he had taken a wrong turn the smell would reflect that, right? He imagined the look on Willow’s face when she saw his creation, and maybe even liked it. The flipped feeling returned to his stomach and spread through his whole chest like a wild fire when the potential look of delight on her face graced his mind.

In his efforts, he had made quite the mess. But he couldn’t help but feel pride as he quickly plated his creation, eager to return to Willow’s side. He didn’t think too much into this, he was always excited to see Willow. He tried not to think too much into that, chalking it up to the fact that she was interesting and a good listener and funny and smart and pretty and-

The point was she didn’t find him totally annoying, so why shouldn’t he enjoy her company?

And if she happened to think he was a little handsome then, well, that wasn’t the worst thing.

As he set the cookies to cool, he heard a sudden commotion from the next room. He quickly ran to see the cause, hoping it was a good sign. There was a bright flash and then he heard Luz and Amity. He stood back a moment, trying to deduce their tone before he heard Willow speak. Her voice was horse and soft, but he could tell she was back to normal. Good, he thought, feeling as though he could finally breathe again. She’s okay, she’s okay.

He went to greet her but before he could leave the kitchen, he was stopped by Luz. Before he could offer a snarky question as to what exactly she thought she was doing, she looked at him with wide, concerned eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brow. He tried to looked past her to see what was going on. “Is she okay? Did something happen to-?”

“Willow’s fine.” she assured him, putting her arm up to stop him. “There was just some… complications.”

“What complications? Was she hurt? Does she need-?”

“No no, nothing like that but um there were some memories… we couldn’t save,” said Luz carefully.

“Like what? Did she forget something for a test she has? Because I can always-.”

“No, no uh there were more… recent memories,” Luz tried to figure out the nicest way to say this. ”Hunter, I’m sorry but we were still figuring out how things worked and it all happened so fast but… Willow doesn’t remember you.”

“What?” He felt something shatter.

“I’m so sorry, but hey, it’s an easy fix! Right? We can just introduce you now!”

“Yeah, uh I guess…” he said, looking at his current state. He had thrown on an old apron and was covered in flour, his hair a mess. This night was already so chaotic, it hardly seemed like a time Willow would want to meet someone new.

And then it dawned on Hunter: he had a second chance at a first impression.

Their first meeting had been… interesting. If you count hanging upside down by your ankle until a girl who took a wrong turn stumbles upon you helps untangle you interesting. Hunter did. But he had been so grumpy and flustered, and he wouldn’t have been had he only known who exactly had come to his rescue. She didn’t seem to care or be bothered by it, but he had come to value her opinion and he’d like to start again on the best foot possible. He had a chance for her to see him exactly as he wanted to be seen from the beginning and it felt like a chance he needed to seize.

His mind made up, he looked around for a way out before the human could return with Willow. Quickly, he climbed out the window and landed in a bush, He ducked beneath the window and pressed his back againythe wall as he heard Willow and Luz enter the kitchen,

“Huh, where did he go?” he heard Luz wonder.

“Who was this again?” Willow asked, her voice still raspy as though she was utterly exhausted.

“Uh, it’s kinda hard to explain,” Luz admitted. “But, he’ll be around again. I know he really wants to meet you!”

“Okay,” said Willow, uncertain. “If you say so.”

He couldn't help but think about the chill that went up his spine when she looked into his eyes. He didn’t understand exactly what it was but he knew it wasn’t nothing. He wanted Willow to know a better version of him. He cared what she thought. When she met him this time, he wanted it to be a meeting worth remembering.

—-

And so for the rest of the series up until ASIAS he’s trying to work up the nerve to meet Willow again as Hunter. Just when he’s ready, he gets promoted to coven bead and that’s when I’m also promoting him to Golden Guard or maybe like Golden Guard full time. So now he has more on his plate and he gets a more advanced staff and now he’s a real threat. But of course because he’s a loser and can’t stay away from her so they do interact when he’s the Golden Guard and he has that masked confidence. He’s still getting to know her so he’ll like run into her in the market or something and flirt but didn’t realize it’s flirting and he’s planning the perfect way to “re-meet.” The whole time Willow is like bugging because there’s something so familiar about him but she doesn’t know what and the others don’t tell her because they’re like still figuring out his deal. So when he does come to Hexside during ASIAS it’s much more thought through and intentional and feelings have already been caught.

Anyway sorry for a long pointless post but that’s just been on my mind k thanks bye.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

yo im pretty sure (i apologize if im wrong) the person that made the art you js reblogged (hobie w heterochromia and miguel doing miles' hair) is a proshipper- like theres a reason its miles and miguel

UMMMM UMMMMMMM

I FOUND THEIR TWITTER and for one the blog that posted it is not giving accurate credit but I will not say the actual Twitter name because

UGH 🤢🤢

Yes I checked and usually I don't comment on quote unquote discourse but I always check and remove if something going on but

nah this is GRAPHIC trans fetishistic gross VERY VERY graphic Miguel x Miles stuff like borderline violent

Like I've been on the internet a long long time and it's very very rare I'll see something that shocks me but I deadass was like

Nah. Nah that post is coming down.

That artist is genuinely wilding the fuck out. Like I felt a physical reaction of disgust seeing their other shit because it's worse than a lot of the shit out there.

Thank you for telling me. Because

Holy fucking shit I'm so sorry but I cannot get over what I just fucking saw I legit gagged I'm so 🤢🤢🤢🤢😭😭😭😭 EWW!!!!

See I be seeing shit and assuming the best like 'awww they drew Miguel being a father figure to a fatherless Miles-' NOPE.

I don't give a damn how well you can draw Hobie you can sculpt that mfer outta marble I'm still not backing no nonce shit 😐 if I wanted to support that I'd be a Nicki stan which I'm not

CAN WE NOT HAVE SHIT OH MY GOOD GOD

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[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part II

Word count: 2,018

Warnings: none

Notes: I'm literally like 6 parts further in my head and cannot wait to share it all.

You sluggishly opened your eyes to your alarm Monday morning. You stared blurrily up at the ceiling, willing your eyes to stay open for a few minutes before your mind woke up with you. When it did, the anxiety that you had compartmentalized and tucked away for the week all came flooding back. 

You groaned aloud, wondering again why you chose to do this. You flung an arm over your eyes and huffed. As if summoned by your woes, your son appeared in your bedroom doorway. Tiredly, you smiled at his wild bed head and sleepy eyes. 

“Good morning, Sweetie,” you cooed.

You finally sat up, and he toddled over to you. He held his hands up and you picked him up so he could sit in your lap. He let out a little yawn and pressed the side of his face to your chest. You attempted to flatten his hair, but he pushed your hand away. 

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and stood up, placing him on your hip in the process. You went over to your dresser and opened your shirt drawer. Lord Sixth had told you to, ‘wear what you normally wear,’ when you asked about uniforms. You stared at your options, and wondered what would be appropriate. 

Your son wiggled down to the ground and decided he woud help you in your search by pulling out whatever he could get his hands on and throwing it to the floor. You pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“No more baby, look,” you picked one of the shirts at random and replaced your nightclothes with it. “All done, can you help me pick up this mess?” 

You pointed to the clothes. He nodded, and you helped him shove them back in the drawer. You threw on a pair of pants before he could continue 'helping' you. “Alright, let’s go make breakfast,”

An hour later, you had dropped him off at daycare and were headed to meet Kakashi in front of the Hokage’s tower. You rounded a corner onto the main street, and were surprised to find him already standing there waiting for you. You broke into a light jog and waved when he noticed you. 

He held out a peace sign and smiled at you lazily when you stopped in front of him. “Yo,”

“Morning, sir,” 

“Shall we?” He gestured vaguely.

He didn’t wait for your answer and started walking. You fell in step beside him, and the two of you walked silently for a good ten minutes before you reached a spot at the edge of the forest that he seemed to like. You scanned the tree line, and it took a moment to recognize the entrance of the trail he had been looking for. 

It was overgrown with lack of use, though that didn’t surprise you. Your anxiety flared in your chest when he stepped up to it, gesturing for you to follow him. He waited patiently while you found the courage to pick up your suddenly heavy feet and place them one in front of the other. 

“It widens after the first few feet. I let it stay overgrown so people are less likely to stumble upon it,” 

You nodded absently. He said nothing else as he started in, kindly holding branches out of the way so they wouldn’t smack you in the face. “It will be difficult to keep covered when I’m using the path every day,”

He turned and smiled at you. “It’s a good thing I have a friend who can take care of that,” 

The path unexpectedly opened up to about three feet across. You silently appreciated the change, and took in your surroundings as Kakashi guided you. Morning sunlight filtered down through the thick branches and leaves and birds twittered from their nests. The forest was noisy with life, and you smiled a bit to yourself. You had imagined some sort of silent, foreboding walk under downcast skies on the walk over.

A few minutes later, you and Kakashi stepped into a clearing. A cottage sat in the center, white with dark brown accents, and a stone chimney and a stone pathway leading to the front door. There were flower beds in front, but most was dying off with the change of season. You were taken aback by how charming it was. You would have never guessed a genocidal maniac lived here. 

Unconsciously, you started stepping forward, but ended up smacking an invisible barrier face first. Electricity zapped through you, causing you to jolt and stumble backwards into Kakashi. 

“Ow!”

He was doing a poor job at stifling a loud laugh and helped you regain your footing with one hand over his masked mouth. 

"Here, let me," 

He stepped forward and placed his hand against the barrier. The warding symbols appeared around where he touched. He pulled away and made several hand signs in quick succession, touched it with his fingertip, and seemingly traced a few words along it.

"Now, infuse your palm with chakra and place it on the barrier,"

You followed his instructions, and this time, touching it didn't electrocute you. Your chakra seeped into the barrier as it hummed benignly against your hand. It swirled out like ink on water along the wall, and you watched its beautiful dance in wonder. 

Your chakra continued to flow out in beautiful waves until the connection muted, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away. Kakashi nodded to you when you finally turned your attention back to him.

“Ready?” 

He didn’t wait for a response. He started forward with long strides, and you had to hurry forward. A thought crossed your mind while you nearly jogged to stay on his heels: Perhaps he thought you would be less likely to back out if you didn’t have the time to think about it?

He would be correct. 

He knocked three times against the thick wooden door. He waited only to the count of four before opening it himself. He held it open for you to step through, and you made a mental note that it had been left unlocked. 

You were hesitant to step over the threshold. Kakashi sent you a smile that you were sure was meant to be comforting, but it only served to amplify your nervousness. He motioned for you to follow and stepped back a little further. You inhaled deeply through your nose, and took a hesitant step. 

Kakashi pulled the door closed the moment both of your feet were inside. He strode to the other side of the room and to the left, where a small kitchen resided. The floor plan was open; the room noticeably bare. 

You were slow to follow; taking in your surroundings as much as you could. There was a sofa with a side table in the middle of the main area, and to the right was a fireplace with a sizable, empty mantle, with a half-filled bookcase next to it. On the far wall, across from the front door, was a shabby rectangular table with two chairs under a window. 

The wooden floors creaked off and on while you made your way around. Between the kitchen and front door there was a dark hallway with a few closed doors, the aura of which made you scurry forward to the kitchen. 

Kakashi watched you bemusedly from the corner of his eye, although his whole body tensed in apprehension for his friend to come out of his room. He fully turned to you when you said his name in a low tone. 

“Are you expecting me to seal these floors and decorate the place too?” Your tone was teasing, but he could see the same apprehension he felt in your eyes. 

There was an unmistakable sound of a door opening from the hallway, and you about jumped out of your skin. You nearly leapt behind Kakashi, placing yourself at his side and a step back, closer to the kitchen counter. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened to heavy footsteps slowly approach. It seemed like an eternity for the man of the hour to finally round the corner. And when he was finally in full view, you were shocked.

He was… gaunt. He had a sickly pallor, sunken cheeks, overgrown black hair matted to hell, and deep, dark circles under his eyes. There were circular scars maring one side of his face, which you had heard about in the stories, but looking at him now, you wouldn’t have guessed for a moment that he helped bring the shinobi world to its knees.

He was frozen in his spot, mouth slack and wide eyes drinking you in. The intensity of his eyes on you made you shiver involuntarily. You both just stared at each other. You felt a mix of sinking disappointment and relief. You had imagined a malicious man straight out of a story - the same one the shinobi who had survived the battlefield described, with horns and flaming red eyes, but this man was.. just that, a man. And it was no wonder Kakashi had hired help.

Kakashi cleared his throat, startling you both from your trances. The man’s eyes darted to him, then back to you, then again to Kakashi. A range of emotions flashed across his face.

“Obito, this is Y/n L/n.” He gestured to you. “Y/n, this is Obito Uchiha,” 

“Why-” Obito’s voice rasped with disuse. 

“She’s here to help take care of you and the house,”

Obito crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. “I don’t need help,”

“Yes, you do,”

“No, I don’t,”

“Yes,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

“No,”

You looked between the two exsperatedly. Your mouth opened before you could stop yourself. “Considering your state, I have to disagree,”

He stiffened immediately at your voice, and chose not to look at you. A hand came up to the back of his neck, a grimace twisting his face at the feeling of ratty hair. 

He seemed almost surprised for a moment, as if he hadn’t been aware of himself for a while and had no idea that he was so disheveled. You actually considered it highly likely. 

You peered at him, and he shrunk back from your gaze. His face was the epitome of discomfort, his eyes begging Kakashi for help. 

Kakashi minutely shook his head. The three of you stood in a tense silence, your eyes downcast. When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you looked to Kakashi. 

He had the sense to look apologetic. He wracked his brain for something to say, and stopped on one of the reasons you were here in the first place. 

“So, how about breakfast?”

You nodded slowly, and followed him to the cabinets where he began pointing out where everything was. When he was finished, you grabbed a carton of eggs and got to work. 

Obito hadn’t moved from his spot, instead opting to observe. He found it strange when Kakashi placed a hand on your shoulder, but reminded himself that this was not the same standoff-ish boy he had known in his youth. He had deprived his own self of knowing how he interacted with those close to him. 

Kakashi turned to Obito, who wore a disgruntled expression. He walked close to him, and lowered his voice. “I’m sorry I had to spring this on you,”

He grunted. 

“I can’t bear to see you waste away like this,” His eyes were somber, and Obito’s shoulders fell defeatedly. 

“She’s a good person, you’ll come around to it,”

He glanced away and then back at him. He reluctantly nodded, to which Kakashi smiled softly. 

 “You should probably shower, though. You’re not impressing any ladies like that,” He nudged Obito’s arm with his elbow. 

Obito opened and closed his mouth like a fish before deciding on, “Bakashi!”

Kakashi chuckled and watched as Obito disappeared through the bathroom door. He turned his attention to you, and cleared his throat. 

You glanced over your shoulder, but continued your task. “I’ll be taking my leave. Report back to me how it goes either tonight or before you head here tomorrow morning,”

You gave him a small smile. “Will do, have a good day,”

“You too,”

Part III

[pianostarinwonderland]

Chapter 7 Update Thoughts

There’s a lot to say really 😅 but I guess right now, as someone who’s seen a lot of the big theories, I’m so happy to see those that are coming true while at the same time seeing new things that Twst is introducing

Spoilers underneath the cut! I may update this post as I hear more tls, so look forward to more things about this chapter that will appear 👀 just a note that I'm getting pretty much everything I know from Discord and Twitter lmao

So this update focuses on 4 characters: Idia, Yuu + Grim, Ortho, and Silver

So contrary to popular belief, Malleus’ spell did in fact reach Ignihyde and now Idia’s asleep

I find it neat that when Idia’s phone vibrates, ours does too. Love the immersion

SO IDIA DREAM WILD AS FUCK BECAUSE ORTHO’S ALIVE 😭😭😭😭 AND HE’S IN ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY broooooo Ortho’s teenage voice hurts my heart,,,,,, the things that could have been,,,

They just talk about,, from the very little context that I could get, it’s about the first day, like how oh Idia’s the dorm leader of Ignihyde and such

Then after that, Idia chats with Muscle Red

AND THEN IDIA GOES OUTSIDE??? IN HIS ROBES???? Holy shit you gotta like sit down and think here. So this is the first day, so entrance ceremony, right? In the robe stories of Idia and Ortho, Idia would only be going out because Ortho pushed him to, but eventually Idia ended up just being in his room and brought his tablet 😭 but here he’s going outside on his own volition,,,, the mans is happier wtf

Speaking of robe stories ! They actually kinda follow Robe Idia’s story in that Idia encounters Malleus! AND THEY TALK ABOUT GAOGAO DRAGON BECAUSE MALLEUS’ TAMAGOCHI WENT OFF 😭😭😭 it’s the way they bonded with that small thing

Just realized as I’m typing this, Malleus is actually in his robes 👀 so here, he’s actually prepared for the entrance ceremony vs in the real story, where he didn’t know about it.

At some point in the conversation, Idia's like "I've seen this somewhere before" and Malleus is like "something wrong Shroud?"

Then Lilia actually arrives and finds Malleus and calls both dorm leaders to the ceremony

And hooo boy this part really got me because it’s the prologue 😭😭😭 Riddle, Leona, and Azul were talking and introducing themselves and GODDDD I GOT CHILLS JUST HAVING THIS PART OF THE PROLOGUE AGAIN

Malleus actually introduces himself! And as expected everyone’s pretty nervous and all that

The entrance ceremony went without a hitch and Idia’s back in his room where he’s talking with Ortho. Ortho mentions his roommates and that’s all I could figure out

Throughout the entire dream, Idia’s like something feels wrong………. Eh, it’s nothing

Then shift to Yuu and Grim!

AND THEY ARE IN MICKEY’S ROOM FROM THRU THE MIRROR

Ok so Yuu remembers what happened, and I find it interesting that there’s no voice when they’re remembering Malleus going berserk and shit.

Anyway, they wake Grim up and they’re just admiring the room all like yo is this Ramshackle??? But also no, it isn’t Ramshackle……

And then they see some of the objects coming alive like the ottoman and the trump cards and that was so cool

AND you know that by seeing that room in Yuu’s dream,!you would figure out that we’re about to see someone important B)

IT’S HIM IT’S THE RAT IN THE FLESH !!!! 🫵🫵🫵🫵

Yuu and Mickey did a high five 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it’s so cute oml, and Grim finally got to see Mickey in the flesh.

They do talk and Mickey tells them that he could only reach this room when he's asleep but eventually Yuu and Grim tell Mickey about their predicament

But then something rings and Mickey fades away 😭

And THEN the dream starts to collapse on them. And well actually what I mean by that is that a gloop of ink drops onto them

GRIM 😭😭 HE TRIED TO FIGHT IT WITH ALL HIS POWER but he was getting tired and everything seemed hopeless

UNTIL SILVER COMES IN

yooo ngl when Silver shouted “KANTOKUSEI” my heart went boom 😳😳😳😳 I loved the way he came in and saved us

AND AND THE N TANND AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN

SILVER UM SILVER UM SILVER UM

It’s called Meet in a Dream. The kanji literally says ‘let’s see the same dream’ which is whoa. Silver explains what his UM does but it’s explained much later and I want to get through this chronologically so this part gets cut off and we switch to Ortho’s <3

Ortho ends up in the cyberspace and he was able to log his memories to a backup file. So yea he’s pretty alarmed and then he goes to check up on Idia

Idia is asleep and Ortho tries to wake him up but fails to. He goes around Ignihyde to see if anyone’s awake but then nope everyone’s also asleep

Ortho sees Main Street and pretty much the entire Sage Island and well shit ! Everything’s covered up in thorns!

So Ortho is like what do I do and then he sees Idia’s tablet and it says 21:18, which is the time that he also saw when he was in the cyberspace. And he's like oh shit time stopped

Anyway meanwhile in Styx, everyone’s noticing the energy field surrounding Sage Island. And we get to see the Shroud parents!

why they out here looking like power rangers

damn, Ortho really takes after them

So anyway Ortho eventually arrives and then explains to them about the situation with Malleus, and everyone's like damn

Shroud parents will contact Briar Valley for info on how to stop Malleus, and then meanwhile they created the Cerberus gear for Ortho so that he could enter the energy field

what's funny is that they actually had to go through Idia's computer HKSDFJHHDSKFS to be able to make the gear, they needed some of the files that Idia has for Ortho so that they could even make the gear in the first place. Mama Shroud was like "pls don't tell your brother" and Ortho's like "oh my god how did you get past my brother's ultra mega tight security" well it's ok, mama shroud didn't check Idia's hidden encrypted folder...........

Can I just say, I absolutely love Mama Shroud’s voice LIKE!!! She is so cute, AND SHE CALLS IDIA AND ORTHO IDI-KUN AND ORU-KUN UEUEUEUUEUE SO CUUUUUTE

ANYWAY CERBERUS ORTHO IN THE FLESH !!!

And then it switches back to Yuu, Grim, and Silver B)) so they end up in a really dreamy sky at first...... and then they start falling.

idk about you but it lowkey reminded me of The Incredibles where Dash, Violet, and their mom fell from the airplane. Probably because the sky colors are similar

But also man, that sunset really such a pretty color

anyway, they end up in Diasomnia, and Silver tells them that it's Diasomnia dorm in a dream

He explains to them how Meet in a Dream works: basically he can enter someone's dream, but he can't choose whose dream he enters. He won't know till he sees this glowing blue bird around a person and only he can see it. He also can only enter the dreams of people he has some sort of bond with. So it weirds him out that he saw Mickey at one point when he doesn't know him. Also, he can only use it when he’s at least aware that he’s dreaming, which makes sense.

He also explains to them that that inky darkness they encountered?? It might still be lurking around and he's encountered it before apparently. It pulls you into a deeper sleep

well shit.

Silver says that they need to get to Lilia’s dream to find a way to stop Malleus, but yea because he can’t choose which dream to enter to, it’s not gonna be the easiest

Then they encounter Sebek, and Silver sees that blue bird and oh it's Sebek's dream!

Sebek's like HEY IT'S A HAPPY DAY MALLEUS AND LILIA ARE HAVING A CELEBRATION TO GO OUT TO THEIR INTERNSHIP IN THEIR FOURTH YEAR

But yeah when they're there, SILVER FUCKING SNAPS. because Lilia was saying "after the internships are done, we can settle back into our cottage and be together forever". And Silver's like the real Lilia wouldn't live long enough

Malleus gets really fucking pissed, and he's like how dare you're awake and you ruined this happy dream. And his OB form shows up, and oh shit! Time to battle him again!

Lookie lookie we see his phantom! It really is Maleficent’s dragon form!

Andddddd that HP is horrible again, we’re meant to lose again

So anyway Malleus was gonna send them all to a really deep sleep when Silver's amulet that Lilia gave him earlier on starts glowing an aurora colored light, and then Silver's able to use Meet in a Dream, and then bam they end up in a forest that is exactly like the forest from Sleeping Beauty !!!

And then suddenly oh shit a bunch of soldiers come in and their garb looks like Maleficent’s minions from the movie

Sebek can understand them!

And then ..!!!

Guys it’s general Lilia.

See that long hair??? It’s r e d

They really said no face reveal Lilia yet 😭 just that hint of hair which is honestly more than enough

As if it’s not anymore obvious, the blue bird shines on Lilia, and so yeah this Is Lilia’s dream.

And Twst is so funny that they ended it right there 💀 we’re really gonna have to wait for the Lilia lore.

This was such a yummy update 😩 as someone who’s been here a while, seeing so many big theories that came true and so many things that threw off fans fills my heart with so much joy 😭😭😭 this was so good. I actually can’t wait for more

[scoop-lookatpinpeopleneedhelp]

Here’s one of my favorite things I’ve drawn. A couple years ago but it still holds up for me. There’s definitely a quite a few areas I would retouch but I wanna keep this in its final state. Please look at all of the donation posts I’ve linked and spread the word about all of them so the OPs can get the help they need. This drawing is all about US healthcare so it’s only right to shout out the people the system hurts the most, which is to say people without funds.

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I just put the donations on this post so if my art gets around and people find this account they might help donate. Also used the art itself as a way to spread the message which proved not very effective. The nature of it still makes it a lot of posts in one which could be helpful?

Check every single one.

[big-wicke-energy]

Lord knows I've been making my displeasure about Palworld known on Twitter, but I honestly wouldn't even care that much if not for the narratives people create around it. First off is the "Game Freak needs competition, they haven't been challenged since the early 2000's" which is already untrue (What is Yo-Kai Watch? Chopped liver?), but an especially bizarre argument with all the other indie games out there. I'd rather any of those games become Pokemon's main rival over Palworld because there's good things Game Freak could take from that competition to better themselves and the monster-collecting ecosystem as a whole

The second argument is that "This is the Pokemon game Pokemon fans have been waiting for" which makes me want to scream. Pokemon Legend Arceus and Pokemon SV are far from perfect games, but I like the direction the franchise is heading in (If they're ever given enough staff and development time that is). Personally the Pokemon game I've been waiting for would be to take the best parts of those games and combine them into something greater than the sum of its parts... Not ARK: Breath of the Wild starring AK-47 Pikachu, I can't even imagine the cynical ass mind that thinks that's a step in the right direction. If Game Freak drops whatever their working on to make Palworld: No Guns Edition that would be the thing that finally makes me ashamed to call myself a Pokemon fan

[belindarimbi13]

yo, they got rid of twitter in my area and I was wondering if you're doing Octoberabble this year? if so i'd love to get the prompt list

Hi! Thank you for the ask! Yes, I've already shared the details in my Twitter, but I hadn't shared any here, so here you go~

OCTOBERABBLE 2024

This October, join me for the 30 Days Writing Challenge, #Octoberabble ✨

One day, one drabble! 📝

Octoberabble meant to be a fun challenge to help you write, even if it's only for 100 words story.

While #Octoberabble is derived from "October" and "Drabble" (short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length, (sc: Fanlore), there is absolutely no limitations for the words count in this writing challenge.

Be wild! Be creative!

★ Timeline ★

October 1st - October 30th 2024

★ Day 31 ★

It's the rest day! Give yourself a pat on the back for doing so wonderfully in this challenge!

This year, #Octoberabble did not limit its prompt to a single word, so that you can go creative with them!

It's okay to:

Use both words in one sentence

Use both words separately in one story

Only use one word in a whole story

Use the translated version of the words

While the prompt list had been divided into one day one prompt, you may also mix and match the prompts as you see fit for your writing.

Publish and post your work anywhere.

You can use the Octoberabble 2024 logo as you please as well.

If you're writing fanfics and publishing them on AO3, you can add your works to this Octoberabble 2024 AO3 collection: @/Octoberabble2024

Share your works with #Octoberabble and/or #Octoberabble2024 (you can also tag me @belindarimbi13) in every platform.

Hope you can join this year's Octoberabble with me!

More info about #Octoberabble can be accessed here.

[highlady-sorcha]

Happy Birthday (Azriel x OC) (Mature)

Hey guys, I had a bit of a lonely birthday today, and wrote some utter filth to cheer myself up. This is complete garbage, but I thought someone might enjoy some filth between Azriel and my OC, Sorcha. 

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Sorcha Nightchase was determined to skip her birthday this year. It was just depressing. After being Made, and no longer a human, what was the point of celebrating aging? Aging meant nothing now. It was just a reminder that and endless length of time stretched ahead of her, and she had no idea what to do with all the years that stared her in the face. 

Feyre had drug her out of bed that morning though with a plate of muffins. A candle was stuck in the center one. By the time Sorcha gave in to Feyre’s proddings and obnoxious singing, the candle had slumped sideways and was dripping wax over the muffin next to it. 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Sorcha groaned, sitting up in bed. 

“Because,” Feyre said, shoving the plate of muffins into her friend’s lap. 

Sorcha stared down at the plate. The candle burned so low that the sugar sprinkled across the top of the middle one started to turn brown.

“Well, blow it out.” Feyre flapped her hand in the direction of the plate as she whirled towards the window in a flurry of skirts. 

Sorcha scrubbed the sleep from her eyes and blew the candle out before sitting the plate back on the bed. Her thick brown curls stood out in a bush around her head, and before she thought about it, Sorcha leaned to the nightstand, fumbling for her glasses. 

Feyre wrenched the thick scarlet curtains open, flooding the room in late morning spring light. Birds twittered and the breeze that filtered in when Feyre threw the panes open was cloyingly sweet. 

“Cauldron boil me..” Sorcha murmured as a frilly outfit appeared at the snap of Feyre’s fingers. 

“Let’s get you dressed, I’ve got the whole day planned. You’re not going to lay around and be miserable.”

***

Azriel slowed his breathing, counting the seconds in and out. The knot of the tie at his throat felt too tight, the room too hot and the city too small. 

Fancy dinners already weren’t his thing, and sitting around a table in a sweaty little restaurant across from the female he’d tear down the world for? No thanks. Maybe if she felt the same way… but she didn’t. 

Az sighed and ran his hands up through his hair, destroying the careful style Mor had wrestled his short locks into. 

It was one night. Only one meal that he’d have to see her and keep himself under control. Only one meal with those breasts staring him in the face, with the light glinting in her caramel eyes, that ass pulling against the fabric of her dress.

The room felt even hotter. Az groaned and braced himself against the thick marble top of the bathroom vanity. 

A year. It had been a year now since Sorcha Nightchase dropped into their lives. A year since she showed up battered and bruised to Feyre’s damn art studio, and been taken in by the High Lady like a kicked puppy. Three hundred and sixty five days where he’d inhaled her sweet, honey scented, lavender laced scent. Fifty two weeks of icy showers and wrenching himself away from family gatherings before he grabbed her, ripped up her skirts and fucked her like a wild animal. 

His breath was coming harder now, Azriel’s cock stirred against the tight confines of his pants. 

“Cauldron boil me,” he hissed, unzipping his fly. 

***

“Oh come on, you can handle another,” Feyre teased, shoving another drink into Sorcha’s hand. The bright blue liquid sloshed out of the hurricane glass as Sorcha took it. She grinned drunkenly at the high lady and shrugged.

“I am sooo fuckin drunk, but yea, what the hell.” Feyre laughed out loud and Nesta was giggling beside Azriel as she threw the straw on the table and drank the cocktail like it was a glass of water. Slamming it back down in front of her when she was finished. 

“Damn Sorcha, do you take everything that well?” Cassian jeered. 

Sorcha locked the general with those doe eyes of hers. The best she could, as drunk as she was. Her thickly lashed lids hung lower than they normally did, giving her a breathless, bedroom tousled look. As he’d predicted, her strapless dress hugged her figure in all the sinful ways he hated, but loved it for. The shadowsinger could barely look at her. 

“Only when what I’m taking lasts for more than thirty seconds,” she shot back at Cass.

The table exploded in laughter, Cassian roared with humor, his face already a bright red from the several empty steins of beer that sat around his plate. 

Az offered a tight smile as he fought for self control. Against every wish, his body responded instantly to Sorcha. And it raged against him at any mention of sex from her. Any innuendo, any whisper. Any thought. 

Azriel looked away from her, out into the rest of the restaurant to distract himself. Not before he caught Rhysand’s eye. There was a knowing gleam in their dark purple depths. He grunted, pointedly ignoring the High Lord’s look. 

The night drug on until Azriel was thinking about slamming his head into the table until he had a concussion for an excuse to leave. He could have sworn that as the night went on, her gaze flicked to him more and more often- whereas normally, he hardly sat in her peripheral. Sorcha’s scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger too. A restaurant should have been a safer place to be- the smell of food and sweat and so many people pressed into one space.

But the inner circle had been there so long that other patrons had gradually finished their meals and left. Az had been able to detect Sorcha’s sweet scent all night, pick out the whiff of it above all the other tangling smells. Now though, every breath he took tickled the inside of his nostrils and crept down the back of his throat and lingered there. He couldn’t escape her.

Then, she propped her face in her hand and stared directly across the table at him. Her cocktail glasses had been cleared away, and she’d stopped drinking. Too lost in the conversation to think about getting drunk. Although sober, a bright pink blush still painted the tops of her cheeks. 

“And you know what I really want for my birthday?” Sorcha asked the table in general. Her eyes pinned Azriel to his seat. “I want this one to finally talk to me.” She said, her mouth twisting in a playfully cruel smile. 

Cass, unlike Sorcha, had never stopped imbibing. The Illyrian laughed raucously, tipping his chair back before clapping a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. Cassian didn’t know his own strength when he was drunk. The force of it would have shattered a lesser male’s bones. 

“Sorcha, you know why he doesn’t fuckin talk to you? You know why?” He laughed some more. 

The rest of the table had fallen silent. Azriel was still as death itself. Nesta rested a hand on Cassian’s forearm, a silent warning.

Sorcha still had Azriel pinned in her gaze. 

“Cass…” Rhys warned.

Cassian was too drunk to notice the tension that built around him. The air shifted around Az’s face as his shadows swept in like serpents of smoke, coiling around his shoulders.

“He doesn’t talk to you because he wants to fuck you!” Cassian shouted, laughing so hard tears leaked from the edges of his eyes. Still cackling, he grabbed his stomach and fell sideways out of his chair.

Nesta’s face was tense when she shot to her feet. She grabbed the general’s arm and looked over to Sorcha. “I’m sorry, he’s drunk. I’m taking him home… um, happy birthday!” Between one heartbeat and the next, Cassian and Nesta disappeared. 

Azriel looked down at his hands. It had been a long time since he had felt so ashamed, embarrassed. 

Once Cassian and Nesta winnowed away, to where she was surely about to hand his ass to him, the restaurant was painfully quiet. No one said anything for several minutes. Finally, Rhys cleared his throat. 

“Well, Sorcha, I’m sorry that your birthday dinner ended that way.”

Sorcha shook her head, making herself busy with the fork in her hand. Suddenly, the pattern on the handle was possibly the most interesting thing in the world. 

“Hey, it’s ok, he was just drunk.” 

A growl rumbled in Rhys’ throat. “It’s not ok, he’s hundreds of years old and knows his limits with alcohol. He drank himself stupid tonight and ruined the meal.” 

Sorcha didn’t reply at first. “I wouldn’t say he ruined the meal,” she said finally. 

Azriel hesitated, but gradually lifted his gaze to Sorcha, across the table. She was leaned forward, her elbows on the table. The fork that had been so interesting earlier, she now twirled in lazy circles on the table top. Az swallowed a lump that formed suddenly in his throat. The way she sat gave him the perfect few of her full, heavy cleavage. He could feel his skin heat, his balls tightening. The shadows around his shoulders swirled faster, weaving in and around his head and arms. He could’ve sworn that hunger danced in Sorcha’s honeyed eyes, the caramel brown growing molten in their intensity. 

Feyre stood from where she sat beside Sorcha. Silverware clattered when her thighs hit the table, standing so suddenly. 

“Rhys, we really ought to get home to Nyx, we’ve been out a while now, and you know how Nyx likes to be tucked in at night,” the High Lady said with a nervous laugh.

Rhys opened his mouth, as if to argue before his face glazed over. Az watched the Lord and Lady argue mentally before Rhys wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin in his lap and neatly set it on his clean plate. He tilted his head smoothly in Sorcha’s direction.

“I’m afraid my mate is right, darling, we have been out much later than normal, and Nyx doesn’t like being kept waiting.” 

Feyre leaned down and gave Sorcha a quick hug, the chiffon of her long midnight blue dress rustled. The High Lady pecked her on the cheek, telling Sorcha she’d see her the next morning at the studio before both of them disappeared in a wisp of night. 

Only Azriel and Sorcha were left at the table. Empty dishes, smudged glasses and used silverware were their only neighbors. 

Azriel was about to excuse himself, fly back to the river house and scream into his pillow when Sorcha cleared her throat. 

“Is.. is that why you don’t talk to me?” She asked slowly. 

Azriel met and held her gaze again. Gone was the catlike playfulness, the teasing look that had been there only moments before when Rhys and Feyre were still there. 

He swallowed thickly. “Sorcha..”

“It’s ok, really. You don’t need to answer that, I shouldn’t have-“

“Yes.” Azriel said finally. His voice low and gravelly. 

Sorcha’s thick eyebrows raised in surprise. Rising in a graceful arch towards her hairline. 

“Hm.. well…” She said awkwardly, lapsing into silence.

At the same time, Azriel wanted to both die and dance. His shadows pooled around his ears, whispering that now was the perfect chance. 

“I- I wish you’d found out differently but um,” Azriel felt like he was choking. How did Rhys and Cass do this? “I’ve… felt very strongly for you from the first time we met.” 

Sorcha’s face curled into a smile, she glanced down at her lap before looking back at him.

“I like you too, Az, a lot. I’d like to fuck you too.” She said with a smile. 

Azriel let an easy laugh slip out, trying to ignore the stirring in his cock. “Good to know, good to know. Would you maybe want to take a walk?” He suggested. 

Sorcha’s face was absolutely feline, putting the fork she played with down. Her long nails seemed to curl like claws. 

“Actually, I’d prefer to fly.” 

***

Half an hour later, Azriel and Sorcha fell through the front door of her cottage. Nestled in the woods on the far edge of town, it’s simple white walls and green roof were exactly the place that Azriel wanted to be. 

Sorcha panted against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin there. Azriel groaned as he slammed the front door behind him hard enough that the stained glass tree in it rattled. 

“Don’t break my fuckin’ door,” she said breathlessly, pulling back to look him in the face. 

Azriel met her eye, his face mere inches from hers. His dark eyes glimmered in the low light from the lamps that flickered on around the sitting room. The shadowsinger snarled softly, his upper lip peeling back from his teeth. “I wouldn’t talk like that, if I were you.” 

Sorcha laughed in his face, smirking at him. “Or what, bat boy?” She teased. 

Heat scorched Azriel’s eyes, and he cracked a wicked smile. He lifted a hand and cradled the side of Sorcha’s face. “Because. I’ve had a damn long time to think about all the things I want to do to you, and I’m ready to do it all at once.” He growled. 

Az ground his hips into Sorcha, his other hand at the small of her back, holding her in place. Her breathing hitched when she felt the length of him pressed into her stomach. She was so much bigger than she ever would’ve imagined. 

She focused on his eyes, the golden night within them. And despite the shadows staring her down, she smirked right into the darkness. “Bring it on then,” Sorcha told him. Her voice dripped with challenge. 

Before she could breathe, Azriel slammed her against the wall a few feet behind them. A picture fell off the wall and shattered on the floor. He ran his thumb over Sorcha’s bottom lip and rucked up her skirt with the other. The dress she wore fit her thick curves like a second skin, and in one motion her bottom half was exposed.

Sorcha gasped, and Azriel stuck his thumb in her mouth. “Suck,” he growled. 

She closed her mouth around the digit as Az ran his other hand up her thigh. A low groan wrestled itself from her throat as the shadow singer’s hand grasped her ass, his other thumb hooking in her thong.

In one smooth motion, he ripped the leg of her panties and the fell to the floor beneath her. A wicked smile adorned his face as he slipped one scarred finger into her folds at the apex of her thighs. She cried around his thumb as he flicked her clit.

“That’s a good girl..” He growled, slipping another finger into her wetness. Az began to fuck her with two fingers, playing with her clit at the same time. 

She wined and begged. Finally, he took his thumb out of her mouth and captured his lips with hers. He sucked and bit. Arousal coiled hotly in the bottom of Sorcha’s stomach. Her thighs twitched around the finger fucking he gave her. 

Azriel broke their kiss- a long string of saliva strung between their lips. His were bright red, swollen from kissing. 

“You’re going to come for me, Sorcha.” He purred. She nodded furiously, the heat mounting higher and higher. 

He buried his face in her neck, nipping at the tender skin there.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for you, Sorcha,” he groaned into her supple flesh. “The first time I saw you in that art studio, you were bent over picking a pad of paper off the floor. Your thick ass was up in the air, and I wanted to just rip those gods damned pants off you and plunge my fat fucking cock in you right then and there. I wanted you bent over that damn stool, gripping the legs and begging for me to fill you up, to dump load after load of cum in that tight little pussy of yours.” 

Sorcha panted, whined as the her climax neared. Her body was on fire, the world was on fire. 

“Come for me, princess. Come on my fingers, then you’re going to lick it up and taste what I’ve been craving for an entire fucking year.” He snarled. 

Sorcha screamed as her orgasm clanged through her, a wave crashing down and smothering everything in its path. Az still pumped his fingers inside her slick flesh, easing her through the orgasm, easing every last drop of her wetness from her. 

When she was left mewling like a kitten against his lips, he pulled his fingers from the apex of her thighs and ran them over her mouth. She parted her lips and took his fingers in. The scarred skin drug across the soft skin of her tongue. 

“That’s it, that’s it. Good girl. Taste what a slut you are for me.” He murmured, watching her suck her wetness from his hand. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them. A halo of shadows swirled around his hear. Azriel was every bit the king of shadows, straight from hell that anyone outside the court believed him to be. 

Sorcha felt wetness running down her thighs as Azriel pulled his fingers from her mouth.  

“Now, since it’s your birthday, I’ll be extra nice to you.” Azriel raised one hand and snapped his fingers. The shadows from around his head darted to Sorcha’s wrists and ankles, wrenching them away from her sides, and where her ankles ground together. They lifted her off the ground, bringing her almost eye level with Az, and pinned her to the wall. 

Azriel grinned like a fiend. “If it wasn’t your birthday, I’d have you on your knees, and you’d be worshipping my cock. But, I guess I’ll give you a gift instead.” 

Sorcha panted as Azriel palmed the enormous bulge at his waist. Slowly, torturously, he undid the button of his pants, unzipping the fly. Az pushed his boxers down, and his enormous cock sprang free. The bright red tip already glistening with precum, and Sorcha hadn’t even touched him yet. 

He marched forward several steps, stroking the full, veiny length of him. Sorcha’s eyes widened to teacup saucers. She’d never seen a man that thick. A drop of panic cooled some of the arousal in her belly, would she be able to take him? 

The shadows held her to the wall as the shadowsinger approached. His lips crashed into hers, and he slid his hand between her thighs, testing her wetness before pulling her hips to him, and testing her entrance with the head of his cock. 

He broke the kiss as he pushed into her. Not gently, but taking his time. Sorcha moaned as he slid in, taking his sweet time. She felt her cunt stretch around him, accepting every inch of his girth. Finally, he bottomed out. Sorcha was trembling, ready to beg her just to fuck him with that incredible cock when he pulled out suddenly and slammed back into her. 

He fucked her against the wall until finally, his balls tightened, and he roared when his orgasm flooded into her. 

“Happy Birthday, princess,” he whispered breathlessly in her ear. 

[tiistirtipii]

Only Friends cast as 2moons characters

Why? Because there’s six of them and because it works.

First as Phana

Don’t tell me this edit of him in a Dr coat by @acharraa on twitter doesn’t look amazing. Plus he’s tall and is excellent at playing a simp.

Khaotung as Wayo

nasty bitchy Gaga? More like our beloved bitchy but sweet engineer who is ready to drink nom yen and sing his heart out at the moon competition

Neo as Ming

Admit it we all want more Khao and Neo bff roles since TonhonChonlatee and I know Neo would absolutely kill it as this confident but heartfelt campus moon. (and if you're thinking, hey that guy looks familiar? yes it's Joong)

Mark as Kit

I’ve seen Mark in MSP, I know he can make faces and give side-eyes worthy of the role of Kit. I happily entrust my favourite 2moons character to him.

Force as Forth

Force as an engineering bad boy who makes his intentions clear once he sets his heart on someone? Yes please. (Also he gets to take his shirt off, I know that’s important to him)

Book as Beam

Like Mew, Beam is probably the calmest member of the friend group, I think Book would fit the role perfectly! Let's see how long he can resist a ONS that wants to be so much more.

It all fits too well! A note on MingKit: as one of my favourite ships of all time, I think very highly of NeoMark to say they could pull off that pairing, but I have faith in their amazing acting and I look forward to seeing them more in Only Friends!

So we have First, Mark and Book as the Wild Doctors Gang. Neo and Khao as besties Ming and Yo. and Force as Fourth!

Bonus: Title as Park

From Be My Favourite and Hidden Agenda I can tell that Title is an excellent actor who is great at making characters very creepy and hateable, which is exactly what Park is!

Lookjun as Pring

Campus Star, and in my version of 2moons she’d be a lesbian and dating Cake.