#worshiping blindly because you were made to do so

[charmspoint]

The original thing I'm brewing rn is like: Do you wish your romance novel was written by an aromantic asexual who views love as something to strap on a vivisection table? Do you wish your romance novel included themes of identity formation and crisis, of emerging self-governing and the fear and the thrill of it, o being built wrong through none of your own fault and having to adjust that wrongness into a functioning human identity, of the first experience of ever being loved after a long existence of blind worship, of love as a transformative power, as a corruptive power? Do you wish the guy was the sub?

[erikatsu]

DON'T LET ME GO ⋆.ೃ࿔* ═ FUSHIGURO TOJI

˗ˏˋ PAIRING ˎˊ˗ fushiguro toji x fem!reader

˗ˏˋ SUMMARY ˎˊ˗ your ex’s dad comforts you after your break up.

˗ˏˋ WARNINGS ˎˊ˗ kinda angsty and soft. age gap, body worship (?), unprotected sex, pet names (baby, sweetheart), multiple orgasms, cervix fucking, baby trapping, creampie, aftercare, unedited

˗ˏˋ NOTE ˎˊ˗ repost from old acc !

The soft tapping of the beginning rain hitting your windshield calmed you as you shut off the car. You couldn't help but think it was funny that the sky matched your mood. Dark, cloudy, and crying for you since you refused to do so yourself. Not anymore. Not over him, the boy who broke your heart after being together for over two years. 

You sighed, shutting off your vehicle as you talked yourself up. You’ll be fine, you assured yourself. Just get your things and go. 

Easier said than done. 

You blindly reached for the door handle, slowly pulling it open. Your heart raced as you yanked your hood over your head, dashing out into the soft rain. The petrichor hit your nose as it began to pick up, and you pulled your jacket tighter around you as you quickly walked up to the large house. You'd been here countless times, but the traditional Japanese style of the home always left you in awe. The dark zegiel tiles that lined the roof and met the kawara with the family crest in the center on top of the white clay walls accented by black wood fed your aesthetic for juxtaposition. 

You could remember the first time you came here. You were left breathless as you stared into the koi pond in the backyard, watching the fish swimming and the reds of the palmate maples and whites of the plum blossoms dance across the water’s reflection. You made a comment to your ex’s father that a Wisteria would suit the garden nicely between the black and white pines, as it lacked blues and purples, upon meeting him before you could think about what you had said. Fortunately for you, he agreed. Seeing it planted exactly where you pictured made you smile to this very day. 

Fushiguro Toji had always given you what your heart desired. When questioned about it by his son, the answer was always a simple, “You two remind me of your mother and I.” But, that wasn't it. Not really. In truth, Fushiguro Toji had always been taken with you. It was wrong, as you were his son’s age and (at the time) his son’s girlfriend. However, it wasn't like Toji would truly act on these feelings. 

No, Fushiguro Toji was a gentleman. All class with a smart mouth and dashing good looks to top it off, not only would he not come between you and his son, he wouldn't risk his career. Pulling away from the Zen’in clan and getting married at a young age had been the wildest thing he’s done in his life. After losing his wife and working full time to support Megumi, he had to do and be better than his family. Risking everything he'd worked towards for a woman half his age would be a waste. Instead, he showed his interest through material things under the guise of “one day she’ll be part of the family, she gets the Fushiguro treatment.”

Because a thing like money was no issue to Toji, he didn't mind spending it on you if it meant seeing you smile. Being the King of Kabutochō meant as long as he had investors, there would always be money. 

Even in the dreary weather, the landscaping of the property was still breathtaking. You didn't realize you'd been standing, staring into the yard instead of walking up the wooden steps to take cover underneath the extension of the roof, supported by tall wooden beams. With one last look, you made your way to the door, raising a hesitant hand to knock. You were so used to just walking in, a backpack slung over your shoulder and full of clothes to stay the weekend instead of staying on campus. Having to knock was another reminder that this would be your last visit here. 

You let your hand fall against the door, causing the dogs inside to bark. A voice barked back at them, telling them to be quiet and go lay down. You recognized it, wondering why Toji was answering the door instead of Megumi. He knew you'd be by today. Was he avoiding you? Or was he with the girl who had stolen his heart from you?

The door swung open, revealing Toji and all his morning glory. His hair disheveled, still in his silk pajamas. His eyes widened when he saw you, not knowing you were coming over. Before he could ask why you were knocking, he saw the red of your eyelids and your bloodshot eyes. His brow furrowed, bottom lip pushing outwards in confusion. 

“You've been crying. What's wrong?” He questioned, causing the familiar sting of tears to torment you as you tried to keep yourself composed. 

You wanted to tell him you'd been crying for three days now, and that you swore you wouldn't anymore before leaving the house. But, when you opened your mouth to tell him the truth, your voice caught in your throat. Just like that, your resolve crumbled. You allowed the tears to form, unable to stop them from flowing as Toji pulled you into the house. 

You refrained from answering as you took off your shoes and faced them towards the door. As soon as you turned back to face him, he pulled you into his chest, causing you to break down in his arms.

“He– He broke up with me,” You managed to choke out, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would stop the tears that fell from them. A harsh sob wracked your body as you felt yourself latch onto him, clinging to him for comfort that you desperately needed. His large hands rubbed your back, trying his best to console you as you gasped for air and dampened his shirt. “There's– There's someone else.”

The twinge of anger he felt flare up was nothing compared to his heart breaking at the sight of you like this. Crying over his son, who damn well had been raised better than to play with something as fragile and delicate as someone’s heart. 

“I’ll kill him,” Toji muttered before placing a gentle kiss atop your head.

You sniffled, trying to quickly compose yourself. You were already embarrassed that you had gotten snot and slobber on his expensive silk. But bringing it back up had all your insecurities floating toward the surface. Your lower lip trembled as you found yourself questioning, “I-is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? O-or–”

Toji pulled away slightly, softly hooking a finger under your chin. He gently lifted your head up so you'd look at him, his eyebrows furrowed with bewilderment. He shook his head at you. “Stop right there. You're the most stunning person in the entire world. You're kind, you're funny, and anyone would be lucky to have you. Only an idiot would let you go.”

The sincerity in his tone had your heart racing as you stared at him, wide eyed at his revelation. Before you could realize what you were doing, you were leaning into him. Your lips met his, reminding him of honey with how soft and sweet you were. He was too stunned to move, never expecting you to kiss him. But, just as quickly as you leaned in, you were pulling away with apologies falling from your mouth. 

“Mr. Fushiguro, I'm sorry!” You stepped back, shaking your head as you internally scolded yourself for being an idiot. “That was wrong, I don't know what came over me. I just need to get my things from Megumi and I'll be gone.”

“He's not here,” Toji cleared his throat, letting his hand drop from your chin. “You can go to his room, I'm sure he's got it all there.”

You nodded, promptly heading upstairs so you could grab your things and scatter. You were absolutely abashed, kicking yourself for kissing him like that. He was a grown man, old enough to be your own father. You didn't know what came over you, just chalked it up to being lost in a moment of weakness. What person wouldn't swoon at his words? Or read too much into what he said and how he said it?

Shaking the fleeting thought away from your mind, you entered Megumi's room to see a box of your things sitting on the edge of his nicely made bed. You frowned, knowing your relationship was truly over. Your heart clenched tightly as you picked the box up and took one last longing look around his room. 

Another sigh left your lips as you left, going back downstairs to see Toji staring out the window in the living room, watching the steady rain turn into a harsh downpour. No matter how much he squinted, he couldn't fully make out the purple blooms of the Wisteria he'd planted for you in the thick of the gray rainfall. 

He turned, looking over his shoulder as you approached him. Your eyes were locked on the outside, wondering if it was even safe to drive home when the rain could turn into a monsoon at any given moment. Toji apparently had the same thought, taking the box from you and setting it off to the side. 

“I'd be more comfortable if you stayed until it calms down out there,” He admitted to you, just now noticing you were still soaked from the rain earlier. “I'll have a bath drawn for you and get you a fresh change of clothes.”

He insisted, even though you assured him you'd be fine. He wouldn't take no for an answer, leading you to the private ofuro at the back of the house. He slid the shoji out of the way, revealing the large wooden tub full of already steaming water. The warmth hit you as you stepped inside the sunroom, watching the rain heavily hitting the windows that allowed in the natural light. 

You'd never been in this room before, knowing this was part of Toji’s bathroom. You were taken away with the dark hinoki wood that not only made the tub, but filled the room with its natural lemony scent. You weren't listening as Toji told you where you could find everything, walking towards the tub and lightly feeling the water. It was hot, but not scalding as you pushed through the surface tension, swirling your hand for a brief second before pulling away. 

When you turned to ask for a towel, he was already behind you, smiling at you in amusement. You jumped, not expecting him to be right there. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest again, more due to his close proximity than anything else. The thought of kissing him crossed your mind again, a thin veil of heat covering your cheeks as you looked away. He cupped your cheek, slowly bringing your gaze back to him. His free hand grabbed your hip, pulling you closer before delicately catching your lips with his own.

You don't know what drove you to move your mouth against his, but you didn't stop yourself as you wound your arms around his neck. Your head was spinning as he gently tugged at your bottom lip, unable to believe you were kissing your ex-boyfriend's father. Toji’s fingers dug into your side, gently rubbing his thumb over your hip. You opened your mouth, allowing him in as your mind went blank. Your hands trailed from his neck down to his chest, and just as he thought you'd push him away, you were undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

His breath hitched as you broke the kiss, looking up at him almost innocently, “Stay with me.”

All his morals had gone out the window the second he decided to kiss you. His hands were pushing your jacket off your shoulders and he was lifting your shirt over your head in response, knowing full and well this was crossing one hell of a line. But, it's not like Megumi would know. He'd already texted, saying he'd be at Yuuji’s until the weather slowed so he wouldn't be coming home anytime soon. 

Clothes were haphazardly thrown across the room before you slipped into the ofuro with Toji, back pressed tightly to his chest as he peppered light kisses against the soft skin of your neck and shoulders. The heat of the water mixed with the feathery soft touches caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. You tilted your head back, resting against him as hands traveled over your body, like tracing lines on a map. He'd sear every inch of you into his twisted mind, memorizing the soft gasps that fell off your lips as he gently cupped your breast and ran his down your belly. Once his fingers brushed your clit, you let out a sharp noise. 

He tenderly rubbed at your sensitive bud, kissing at your neck. You allowed your eyes to close as he toyed with you under the water, a whimper escaping you from the stimulation. Wrapped up with him had you forgetting why you had even come over, had you overlooking the fact this was Megumi’s father and he was over twenty years older than you. No, brushed all of that aside as you twisted your body, sitting in his lap as your mouth found his and you rolled your hips against his hard on. 

You were going to drive him wild. 

Your perfect body pushing flush against his as you squeezed him in all the right places, your soft lips against his tasting like strawberries and mint. His mind was reeling, already intoxicated by how you felt and leaving him wanting more as you rocked your hips. 

You shouldn't have been surprised when he lifted you out of the water, carefully stepping out of the tub, but you scrambled to lock your legs around his toned waist as he carried you towards his room. Water dripped onto the floor, leaving a trail from the sunroom to the bedroom. He never broke contact until he placed you on the bed, kissing his way down your body until his head was between your legs as his tongue ran up and down your slick. 

“God, you're so fucking beautiful,” He mumurmed against your skin before gently pressing his lips to your clit. You whimpered as buried his head between your thighs again, lapping at your wet core as if his tongue was trying to memorize your sweet, gummy walls. Because he was lost in you and your moans, adding fingers and not stopping even as you came in his mouth. Overtaken with the need to have you, he ended up drowning in your heat, pussy drunk off the idea of making you cum until you couldn't anymore. 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, pushing him even further as you whined at the feeling of his fingers curling in and out of you, along with his mouth gently sucking at your clit. 

“Toji–” You panted, breath catching in your throat as your head spun from the overstimulation he was putting you through. “Nngh, s’too much.”

But he wasn't listening, working his two digits and mouth even faster. You keened, back arching as you rolled your hips up. Your entire body tingling and about to go through another wave of euphoria when he finally pulled away. 

He towered over you, cupping your cheek as he leaned in. Instead of kissing you, he rested his forehead against yours. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip, breathing heavily, “Do you want this?”

You were nodding before he even finished his question, staring into his dark blue eyes, “Yes. I want you.”

God, did you want him. Your mind was so overclouded with the thought of him, you had completely pushed Megumi far from your mind. You'd forgotten you'd spent days crying, sobbing over a boy as you were under Toji.

He groaned, reaching down to grab his cock, rubbing it over your entrance a few times before pushing inside. Your eyes fluttered, closing completely as he slowly fucked into you. He kissed you as he evocatively rocked his hips, high pitched gasps leaving your body at the feeling of his raw shaft working deeper inside you and stretching you out. You whimpered against his mouth when he bottomed out, brushing up against the entrance of your womb.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby,” He moaned into your mouth, finding a steady rhythm to roll his hips to. 

He was savoring the way you felt as you squeezed him, the way you tasted, how soft your lips were. He couldn't believe he finally had you, underneath him and taking his length like a champ. He never would've acted on his attraction for you if you hadn't done so first. As his cock dragged along your walls and his tongue danced with yours, the thought of filling your pretty little cunt full of his seed briefly crossed his mind. 

Toji pulled away from you, sliding out before rolling you over and pulling your hips up. He sunk back into your slick with heavy curses flying from his mouth. You mewled as he pressed his chest to your back, his lips brushing where your shoulder met your neck. He reached even further than before, his cock kissing your cervix with each stroke, eliciting soft yelps from you every time.

“Toji, please,” You whined out, gripping the sheets tightly in your hands. “Faster.”

His slow thrusts only picked up slightly, teasing you as he smirked against your skin. You let out a noise of complaint as he chuckled, moving his head to whisper in your ear, “You gotta be more specific, sweetheart.”

You groaned as he pushed deep inside, rutting into your tight hole as he turned your head to once again kiss you. As he locked lips with you, he kept his strokes short and deep, but faster as you had asked. Your moans filled his mouth, spurring him on as he bullied you from behind. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet cunt was all he could hear besides you, pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust. 

Your knuckles were turning white as your pussy clenched around his cock and you gripped the sheets even tighter. He groaned, pulling away from you as he murmured, “That's right baby, cum for me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, crying out as you felt a tight knot building inside you. Toji pushed himself up, grabbing your hips and forcing them back each time he rocked into you. A choked noise left you as he fucked you into your high, cumming around with his cock with a sharp whine. He rode you out, slowing down as your grip on him loosened and you were left breathless. 

He gradually pulled out, flipping you back over. Pushing one of your thighs back, he lined himself up before slipping back into you with ease. Your back arched as he worked his rhythm back up, long thrusts instead of short as he began to chase his own orgasm. Grunts fell from his lips as he rammed into you, yelps emitted from you in turn. You cried out his name, sending his mind into a frenzy. 

He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue instead of “Mr. Fushiguro”. You had always addressed him as that, even though he had told you several times that Toji was fine. He’s glad you waited though, making the experience that much better. 

As you squirmed under him, pleasured noises leaving your mouth, he found himself close to his own high, warning you he was going to cum. He had every intention of pulling out, but something in you snapped and you locked your legs around his waist, jerking him in as far as he could go.

“Nngh, you're playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart,” He groaned, losing all control of his hips as your actions threw him into his high. He drilled into you, his balls slapping your skin so hard you were sure they'd leave marks. With one last thrust, he pushed as deep as he could go, spilling his hot seed into your tight cunt. 

You both panted, catching your breath as he finally pulled out of you. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips before standing. Toji dipped back into the bathroom before coming back with a towel and silk robes. As he cleaned you up, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. 

Toji had always been intimidating, but you got to see that he wasn't. He was sweet and more gentle than he seemed. You couldn't help but wonder what would come from what just happened. Whether it continued, became serious, or was forgotten didn't much matter to you.

You slipped on the robe, lying back down on the side of the super wide king bed that wasn't soaked from the bath water or your juices. Toji flopped down beside you, running a large hand up your leg and stopping as he decided to rest it on your ass.

“If you wanted me to breed you, baby, you should’a just said so,” He teased, causing heat to rush to your cheeks.

The two of you had been so invested in each other, you didn't realize the rain had stopped shortly after it started. But, you were still wrapped up in the older man and how he made you feel so good that you'd completely forgotten the reason for your visit. 

You walked your fingers up his chest, about to give a coy response when a voice from the doorway had you immediately halfing in your tracks. 

“Dad!?”

˗ˏˋ TAGS ˎˊ˗ @sanzucide @dxlucs @mxnjiros @albedxs @suyacho

[m0uchie]

Hi hi!! I'm pretty sure this is my first time requesting so I am a bit scared afjrjwj...

Anyways could you do Scara x reader (could be gn,whatever makes you comfortable!) where Scara is a complete nerd and is just explaining to reader about his nerdy interests/hobbies while reader just thinks about devouring and worshipping him 🤭

You could ignore/delete if you want or if it doesn't fit with your rules!!(I did read them but just in case) have a great day/night and take care of yourself!!❤️

𐙚 secret obsession

⟡ you discover what Scaramouche's face (a boy in your class) really looks like and now you can't stop thinking about him

— pairing : nerd!scaramouche x gn!reader

— warnings : NSFW; reader is obsessed? A bit too much, lmao; yandere reader; penetrative sex (in reader's imagination); oral (m!receiving)

— a/n : HIII! YOU LOOK SO SWEET :( Don't be scared to send smth, I loved your request 🫶 I hope I did your first request well and ty for reading the rules😭😭

part 2

You know what they say about not approaching the shy kid who sits alone at break because they usually mean trouble? You did completely the opposite of that.

Scaramouche should've been the smartest boy in your class. However, his presence went unnoticed by the other students, even though he had a charming beauty that he hid behind his hat and corrective glasses. These same glasses that you picked up from the floor when he collided with you while blindly speeding up his steps in the hallway with a stack of notebooks in hand to deliver to the professor.

Your mouth opens in shock at finally seeing him without that giant hat he wore all the time, lying on the floor along with his lenses and notebooks. Soft skin, round and bright eyes of a vibrant color like a doll that you couldn't stop staring at.

"Y-you're in the way." he mutters, lifting his finger to adjust the glasses that hung on the tip of his nose with his other arm holding the notebooks tightly against his chest, and slightly panicking when he notices the lack of presence of the frame.

"You're welcome." you level up the glasses to his face, straightening the messy strands of hair on his head with your fingers and a smirk on your face. He blushes and forms a pout with his mouth, mumbling something you couldn't hear and taking his glasses back from your hand, without even looking back before running away.

As the days passed, the more lost your mind seemed to become after your sudden encounter with Scaramouche. You'd taken the hat he had forgotten home, as he had run away from you out of the blue that day and left it with you. Until now he didn't seem to notice the lack of the accessory, unlike your mind which couldn't erase the meeting between the two of you from your memory.

Your thoughts were always about him and what happened that day, how silly he looked wearing glasses, but still how satisfying it was to know that you were the only one who was aware of his ethereal beauty. Your concentration was unconsciously broken the moment your eyes landed on Scaramouche, head wandering through scenarios that you created about him and made your heart race without your permission.

The situation got to the point where one of your teachers called you to talk about your sudden lack of attention during class and your friends started to worry, asking you if everything was okay, you just shrugged it off as a personal problem.

Maybe if you took the time to actually talk to him and get to know him better, that would stop, right? Wrong.

It was incredibly difficult to maintain a topic with Scaramouche (that or he didn't pay you the slightest attention). He was closed off, in a way that scared you. His hat was still stored with you inside a large bag that you took to school every day. You weren't the shy type, so why so much trouble handing his belongings back? It's not like you got attached to it or anything...

But in the end, talking to him ended up being inevitable, as you were paired up together to work in pairs by a great irony of fate. All you had to do was ask a simple "what do you have in mind?" for him to start babbling on his own, and you just assumed that was how you'd bring up a topic next time...

"Next time?" This should be the last one! It was just a matter of handing over his hat and continuing with your life, but did you really want that?

He would never know the dark places your mind wandered to as he spoke huge sentences without a single pause. How his velvety voice sent you soaring.

It was so naughty of you to take your fantasies — that you were supposed to have in the confines of your room — to the classroom, your thighs rubbing against each other under the table in search of relief.

"Are you even listening to me?!" His call would bring you back down for a second. Your chin rested in the palm of your hand, but without stopping your mouth from opening and a little drool dripping from the corner.

Maybe you would listen to what he had to say if he threw you face down against a counter, aggressively took off your shorts just to fuck you from behind :(

Of course, it'd be more difficult to understand and assimilate what he wanted to say in your fucked out state, but he could thrust the knowledge into you!! Moving his waist like crazy and laying his chin over your shoulders. His mouth so close to your ear that all you could hear were his off-key moans.

He'd look so cute all concentrated!! Eyes closed and sweat running down his forehead. At some point he would get so out of control that his tongue would roll out, and thin lines of drool could be seen in his mouth. You could be his little fuck toy, as long as he uses you and only you for his pleasure.

The way he'd squeeze your waist too... After having made you cum so many times, of course that area of your belly would be sensitive! The way he squeezes you, at the same time he thrusts his dick with all his might into your wet hole, you think you're going to faint. It even feels like he's hugging you like a cute teddy bear, without caring how messy he's leaving your insides.

"You're not paying attention again..." he complains, clearly irritated. You nod and he rolls his eyes, continuing with his speech when he thinks he's got your attention.

But maybe that's not the right way... He should leave you on your knees in front of him, sucking his dick willingly so you can learn your lesson. Doing your job of cleaning him up after he had taken his cock out of you.

Classes end and you say goodbye to Scaramouche. He's clearly surprised when you pull him into a hug, rushing out before he can say anything, smiling and giggling. Now you were covered with his sweet scent. The same fragrance that impregnated his hat.

Oh, and about the hat... Who knows, maybe one day you'll return it to its owner again? It's still very useful to you. (╯︵╰)

part 2

[aphroditelovesu]

Maybe Yan!Alicent and Yan!Criston. I think a romantic dynamic would be interesting

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Someone stop me because I'm writing hcs after hcs lmao! Anyway, I made these hcs in honor of our Green Queen and our Ser Cole, I hope you like them! 💚💚

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death, polygamous relationship.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!alicent hightower x gn!reader x yandere!criston cole.

You had caught Alicent's attention a long time ago, when she still fondly remembered the time she was friend with Princess Rhaenyra. She never acted on it, however, always in the shadows observing your interactions with others.

You could read the jealousy, the pure envy in the Queen's brown eyes when she saw you close to someone else. She hated it, she hated them and she hated herself more for wanting you. She was well aware of what she felt but never wanted to confront them. She was afraid.

But she was more afraid of being away from you, of you being separated from her. Alicent didn't have an active participation in your life, but she was tired of seeing you giving attention to those who didn't deserve it, to those who weren't worthy of you. So she decided to act.

Criston followed Alicent's orders blindly, she was his Queen and he had sworn to her. Whatever she asked, he would do without hesitation. And this was no different when he came to you, after being ordered by her.

Cole didn't know exactly why Alicent was so interested in you, but he knew it had nothing to do with him. It was her choice and he would just obey. However, it was only after he contacted you, and spoke to you that he finally understood.

Alicent was the most controlling, imposing her desires and expectations on you. You should be like her, modest and devout. She knew it was wrong to fall in love and even more so to get involved with you, but she didn't care. For the first time in her life, she would be doing something for herself and not for others.

Criston also had his morals and his honor, although less than Alicent. He fell in love quickly and wasn't shy about showing it. He was in love, he wanted to be loved by you. He needed you. Cole is more liberal in his obsession, giving you more freedom.

Once they both realize that they are interested in you, things will get interesting. Normally, they would never agree to share you, but it was with each other, with whom they had a strong and close bond.

They are incredibly possessive, overprotective, and petty in their obsession. They agreed to share you because they knew there would be no one else but them for you. No one who was worthy of you, at least.

Alicent adored you, she loved dressing you in shades of green, combing your hair, and telling you how much she loved you. She was deeply in love with you and you were a breath of fresh air for the Queen after a long day at the council. There was no place she preferred more than your arms.

Criston worships the ground you walk on, always watching your every move like an eagle. His eyes never leaving you and yearning for you with every passing second. He couldn't live without you anymore, not when you were his air.

They protect you fiercely, especially Criston. Anyone who looks or breathes in your direction will be eliminated from the Earth. No one, absolutely no one, can think of hurting you. They are ready to destroy anyone.

You are unconditionally spoiled by them, especially Alicent. She loves showering you with clothes (mostly in green tones), jewelry, shoes and anything else that money can buy. Criston is more modest, but he also spoils you a lot.

They are willing to go against anyone who might threaten you or cause you discomfort. Alicent likes to hold you, brush your shoulders against yours shyly while she admires you. Criston watches you from afar, looking at you with love, and likes to hold your hands.

You can't leave them, not after everything they've done to make sure you stay with them. Any marriage proposals will be quickly shot down and Criston is more than willing to beat any potential suitor to death. And Alicent will support his actions.

There's no escaping them, especially once the Dance of the Dragons begins. You will be under lock and key in the Red Keep. They can't risk losing you. They love you too much so that's why they can't let you go.

[telekinetic-electronica]

bendy, "ink demon", and trauma responses

I've recently got back into Bendy. (tbh this shit is never gonna be going away this has been my special interest for 7 years FDKJNDSJKFD) and I did some thinking on him again. It's crazy to me on how... dehumanized Bendy was. While, yes, he's not an actual human, but he's still, y'know a person. He has feelings, he's conscious. He just doesn't have a soul. Which brings me to this post. The Ink Demon has never been called by Bendy. Which, you're all like "well, duh. That's his ink form. His other form is his toon form, just to tell which forms apart." I know that's possible the case. But I do wanna look into this attitude a bit more. When Bendy was first created, Joey literally called Bendy a THING, and for him to lock him away because he wasn't what he wanted. His literal crime was looking scary. So, Thomas Connor and Gent by the request of Joey, locked Bendy away for... God knows how long. Tbh, it's never clear on how Bendy ever acts, but Bendy was probably scared out of his mind. Can you imagine you're finally made and some people are talking. You have no idea what's going on, but this Joey dude says that you're wrong. You came out wrong. You are a mistake. You're suppose to be loveable, silent, and small. But you're not that. You're tall, empowering, posing, and not even a real chance to prove you're not as scary as you look. You aren't even called by your name, nor the title you would gain via your infamy. You are a thing. You are not someone who has emotions or needs, a thing. You are a monster. Now, you're locked away, probably terrified, and calling for help but people around you are too scared of you to help or don't wanna face the wrath of this Joey Drew.

I think Alice said this best back in Chapter 4 of the original game. At the studio, you were in someone's pocket, or someone was in yours. The studio was a disaster pit. Even if not everything happened was "real" or w/e, Joey was still a dickhead to everyone around him. Bendy was no exception. I think Bendy probably learned the best way to survive the studio, and the harsh reality around him was to manipulate. Bendy is a pretty good manipulator, he can get into someone's head, mess with them, and still taunt them. No one is born or created evil. That's a learned method.

In extreme cases of trauma, many people are in survival mode and thinking about themselves to survive, and how they can get by. This is because their safety, wants, and needs weren't being met. Not to mention, Joey and Gent just threw Bendy into the cartoon world, probably to just lock him away forever. Joey locked Bendy up for God knows how long, and now he's in this like- cartoon world version of the studio. He goes from nothing to everything in one fell swoop. This just made Bendy retreat more into himself. It just made his coping mechanism of always having to be on top, always being in control, the one everyone needs to fear. Because, fuck it.

If he's so horrible, if he's so monstrous, if he's so terrible, than he'll just become it. Minus when Bendy meets Audrey in his toon form, Bendy doesn't have anyone. Bendy has never been shown any warmth, kindness, or love in his entire life. The only thing he does know is pain, suffering, coldness, been abandoned, and been made out to be a monster. Which brings me to this - no one has every called the Ink Demon by his real name.

Even when he's technically no longer being locked away, and ruling the cartoon studio, he's still been dehumanized. Or never seen as a fellow victim of the machine and Joey. Everyone has said to BEWARE the Ink Demon, look out for him, and watch your back. The one rule down there was always beware the Ink Demon. Hell, Bendy calls himself the Ink Demon. Bendy has just embraced the title of being seen as this almighty, opposing figure. People either blindly worshipped him or feared him. They never saw him as someone who was unjustly hurt. Unjustly locked away and abandoned. Unjustly painted as a monster because he didn't turn out the way Joey wanted him to be.

You know who has called Bendy by his name? Someone, for the first time, called him by his real name and not some title?

Audrey.

Audrey is the first person to show Bendy any kindness or warmth. While, yes, it was in his toon form. He actually gets treated like a person. Someone who has emotions, and even APOLOGIZED when she, on accident, hurt him. And Hell, dude accepts it! I really hope, going forward, as a way for Bendy to heal when he's in his Ink Demon form, Audrey shows him the same compassion and kindness in that form of his. But she also calls him by his name. Bendy. Not to mention...

The cycles are interesting to me. It could possibly just being a plot thing. But it could be seen as a continuing of generational trauma and toxicity, and Audrey is the one who stops it. Joey clearly has some shit going on. He hates not being in control and wants to be in control of how other people perceive him. So, he turns out destructive towards everyone. Which is... eerily similar to how Bendy treats his own trauma. Bendy and Joey were physically and emotionally destructive to the people around them. It's also kind of sad because Bendy thinks he's in control of the studio. Dude says it's his domain, when Joey was still in control all along.

Bendy is continuing that toxic cycle. Then Wilson comes along and projects his own trauma, and issues. While the cycle stopped, Wilson didn't make it any better, and probably made the cycle for everyone in the studio just worse. By Audrey having the book now, she's putting a stop to the generational trauma via helping out everyone still trapped and helping Bendy out. That's why I've been calling Ink Demon, Bendy.

Because that's his name, after all.

ADD ON-; I just wanna say that Bendy was HARDCORE self projecting on Audrey near the end. I also wanna touch on Bendy and suffering. Bendy was so miserable, and had nobody he just gave into his own suffering, and became the Ink Demon. If he has to suffer, he's going to make everyone else in the studio suffer. He only found any purpose was in harming others. Also, obvious disclaimer this doesn't justify what he does to the people he has hurt. It explains it, doesn't justify it.

It's just downright depressing that he thinks he had no purpose, his existence was a lie, thought of himself as a mistake, and monster. To be frank, I wouldn't be surprised if Joey called Bendy a monster or a mistake. He did call Bendy a THING after all. I really hope Bendy does get to heal and realize his purpose doesn't need to be him suffering and he can have SOME peace.

[thevilqueen]

Measured ~ Vil Schoenheit

Word Count: 955

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Summary: Vil indulges in finally being able to love openly.

A/N: This is originally from a longer OC x canon fic that I'm writing. Reader uses she/they pronouns. The fic is suggestive.

Vil brushed the tears off [Name]’s face gently with his thumb, his violet eyes followed as a stray tear fell to the corner of their lips and he stared. They were so close, so dangerously close, all he had to do was close the space in between them and their lips would connect like he had dreamed off for too long now. He could see that it was what she desired too as her eyes fell upon his lips too. Perhaps the pain she felt was heightened because of the betrayal she was quietly committing.

Except they didn’t kiss, not that night because neither of them could have allowed such selfishness. [Name] was Azul’s lover, not Vil’s after all. Yet the thought of taking what was forbidden clouded Vil’s mind. Sometimes he wished [Name] was more selfish, if they kissed him first then he could return their affection with his guilt lessened. Finally allowing Vil to taste what he had foolishly let go of because of his overconfidence.   

It was torture to be quite honest, it had been absolute torture to love [Name] since the moment Vil had fallen for them. Not only because she belonged to someone else but because strong feelings terrified Vil. When he thought about loving [Name], he felt bare, like she was pulling the clothes, then the skin, then the flesh that made him Vil. He thought about them sinking their fangs into him and the pain that came with vulnerability.

Sometimes he hated [Name], because even though he tried he couldn’t bear running away from them. No, Vil trusted them, he trusted them so much, he fell blindly in love, and it was a free-fall. For a moment he had been afraid of hitting the ground but as time passed, he felt like perhaps the ground didn’t exist. At least it didn’t seem like it existed when they finally kissed by the Pomefiore forest, an eventful spring night celebrating the end of his second year at Night Raven College.

“I’m a little broken right now but I will patch myself up and pick this right where we left it, if you are okay with being a little patient.” [Name] had told him after their first kiss.

It had made Vil’s heart lighter even if anxiety had followed as he had watched them struggle to move forward from Azul. Yet he had been patient, he had remained patient for [Name] and at last his hard work had paid off. [Name] was shaken and fragile, that much Vil could see. Sometimes he could see the stitches on her wounds fall apart as the ghost of her ex-lover haunted her. It hurt them both, but Vil always patched them up afterwards.

[Name] was thankful and loved him deeply and Vil could tell she was scared. After all, he couldn’t imagine falling in love again after hitting the ground once, that looked painful. His already fragile trust could not heal like [Name] was healing and certainly not love as hard again. Yet, he watched as they fought their fears for him and he couldn’t help being mesmerised, that, at last, [Name] was his. At last, their heart was in his hands even though he wanted them to keep it in their chest while he kissed the skin.

So naturally that drove Vil a little mad. If Vil’s love had always been measured and kept under control, he had no reason to hold back now. Not when [Name] was his to love. He could tell that she didn’t understand when he bruised her neck with his mouth, she didn’t understand when he held her wrists over her head, and she didn’t understand when he made her cry out his name. Because [Name] only knew Vil when he was deliberate, not when he was messy and out of control, when he was needy and clingy, when he was selfish and greedy.

The pleasure was brutal, he liked when [Name]’s body trembled, he liked when they let him ravish it. Vil wanted to worship them like he was worshipped, he paid attention to every inch of their skin and only grew more ravenous as [Name]’s body welcomed him. He didn’t have to hold back anymore; he would remember as their lovemaking took over his beauty sleep some nights. It was scary to love like this, yet he felt safe. Vil felt safe when it was [Name] that wore his love bites, he felt safe when it was [Name] that dried his tears, he felt safe when it was [Name] that said, “I love you too.”

He was allowed to be messy, brutal, and intense. He was allowed to feel and not think. He was allowed to listen to his heart and not only his mind. He was allowed to be too much. He was allowed to be raw and vulnerable. He was allowed to be madly in love and express it. Vil didn’t need to be measured with [Name], not anymore.

It felt like a breath of fresh air, for him, who was always scrutinised. He wouldn’t have lasted long if he hadn’t grown to be the master of his emotions. Yet away from the million eyes that watched him he was relieved to be able to be brutal with [Name], giving them his most unfiltered version always.  

“Sorry I was too rough,” Vil said, kissing her bruised skin gently.

[Name] chuckled.

“You did say you wanted to devour me.”

Vil smiled before finding her lips, kissing them hungrily as if he hadn’t just consumed them to the last drop.

“I get carried away with you,” he whispered, in between kisses.

“There’s no need to hold back with me,” [Name] reminded him, to Vil’s pleasure.  

[feministmetalgreymon]

The reality behind the Palworld vs Pokemon contreversy

I have been a lifelong Pokemon fan. And one thing I have observed is there are two kinds of Pokemon fans.

One type of Pokemon fan is what I call the sane fans. They acknowledge Pokemon is one game in a long line of monster taming games. They may like or prefer Pokemon over other monster taming franchises but they acknowledge those franchises legitimacy rather than dismissing them as Pokemon clones and rip offs.

The other type is the insane Pokemon fans. These are the people who will insist, despite evidence to the contrary, that Pokemon is the first and only original monster taming game. And accuse any monster taming game of being a Pokemon rip off. If a monster taming franchise looks like it might be become popular they immediately lie about it and slander it. And if it doesn't become a "Pokemon Killer" they deride it as a failure that wasn't as good as Pokemon.

I have seen these insane Pokemon fans attack any monster taming game including franchises that predate Pokemon like Shin Megami Tensei and Dragon Quest. When Tem Tem came out they swarmed social media with accusations that Tem Tem was just a lazy Pokemon clone. And now they want people to take them seriously when they call Palworld a Pokemon rip off. Yeah sure.🙄

Palworld isn't even in the same game genre as Pokemon let alone being a Pokemon clone. Palworld is a survival crafting game with a monster taming mechanic. The Pals you tame aren't just used for fighting like in Pokemon. They are also used for chores like crafting, farming, building and gathering resources. The only similarities Pokemon and Palworld shares is a small number of vaguely similar parody designs.

The only thing that has changed is that now that the Pokemon games have declined in quality. Fewer people are willing to take the insane Pokemon fans seriously. When Game Freak released Pokemon Scarlet and Violet and it was a broken buggy mess. That was a wake up call to the Pokemon fandom. They realized that blindly worshipping a billionaire dollar corporation was a bad idea. And so they started trying other monster collecting franchises like Digimon, Nexomon, Cassette Beast, Dragon Quest Monsters and now Palworld.

They realized that they were missing out on a lot of good games by worshipping Pokemon and insisting it's the best just because it's more popular. And that's when Palworld came along.

You want a monster taming game where you fight alongside your monsters. Palworld has it. You want to use your monsters for more than just fighting. Palworld has it. You want a large and challenging open world. Palworld has it. You want to play with your friends. Palworld has it. You want to build a base and watch as your monsters perform tasks. Palworld has it. You want creature breeding mechanics that aren't slow and tedious grinding. Palworld has it. You want deep creature raising sim mechanics. Palworld has it.

Despite all of the attempts to accuse Palworld of "plagiarizing" Palworld. Palworld has improved drastically on the Pokemon formula and has added more interactivity and depth to it. This is why insane Pokemon fans hate Palworld. They can't argue that Palworld has worse gameplay than Pokemon. So instead they make the issue about "originality".

"Originality" has nothing to do with how good or well done a game is. But it works as a distraction from debates about quality. By making the Palworld debate about originality they don't have to discuss how broken and buggy the Pokemon games are. Nor acknowledge any of the improvements and advances Palworld has made to the monster taming genre. Instead the debate becomes about who did what first.

The reality is it doesn't matter who did what first, what matters is who did it best.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Not really an ask, but I just wanted to thank you and all the other critics that speak about how much of an actual shitshow SPOP was when dealing with C*tra.

For the longest time, I shipped C*tr*dora because I was an impressionable kid who saw them kiss and didn't realize that Canon ships can suck and still be Canon. I didn't Stan C*tra or anything, but I did try defending her one time to my irl friends and my only arguments were that:

A) She's Adora's girlfriend so there has to be good in her (yeah no)

And B) She was "redeemed".

But what actually got me second-guessing C*tra and her fans was when I saw a post about the S4 Glimmadora argument and saw hundreds of comments going; "Glimmer is so selfish!" "Glimmer is a horrible person!" "This is why C*tra is better than Glimmer."

And I was and still am the biggest Glimmer fan, and it made me upset. I mean, Glimmer literally lost her mom and was given basically no time to grieve. It didn't excuse her actions, but everyone kept talking about her like she was a villain trying to destroy the world. And then I thought;

'Didn't C*tra actually destroy the world?' And that got me in this deep rabbit hole of realizing C*tra and C*tr*dora is abusive in so many ways and telling myself I was crazy because so many people were defending her. But then I saw one of your posts, scrolled through your blog and realized; 'Oh, I'm not crazy. C*tra is a horrible person and her stans are just delusional.' It even made me realize how fucked up the show was in so many other aspects; The incest, the leash, the fact that the only enby character was a lizard, and so much more.

So thank you and all the other critics out there that might help give people validation or help people open their eyes.

Thank you. 💙

i'm glad you found my blog and other critic blogs helpful! i know that anti blogs generally have a reputation for nitpicking on unnecessary details and ruining the fun, but that was never what i wanted to do with mine. i didn't expect all of c//a stans to immediately understand my point and stop shipping c//a (most of them don't even pay attention to what we're saying, let alone try to understand) but getting asks like yours really renews my faith in humanity.

i try not to judge what other people ship or to project my moral compass too much into fiction but the problem with c//a isn't that it's toxic, it's the fact that it's heavily romanticized. if they merely wanted to explore an abusive relationship in fiction, that's not a problem. it's quite healthy, actually. but the fact that they imply that this is a healthy relationship and a lot of the fans defend this ship to hell and back is really concerning.

and yes, like you said, it's really hypocritical of fans to villanize glimmer so much for two mistakes that the narrative held her accountable for, while coddling catra who had to face exactly zero consequences for her actions.

i completely understand how you felt, it can often be daunting to be the only one to actually see things as they are, instead of blindly believing what the writers say because the rest of the fandom does. i didn't ship c//a at all but i felt the same way you did, seeing everyone praise the ship and wondering if i'm just being overdramatic.

it's only after i found an anti c//a account on instagram (@anticatradora ; they go into detail with a lot of the scenes in the show, if you want to check out their account!) that i realized that i was right, and this is actually a really weird and problematic ship that people are worshipping just because they're starved of queer representation. i understand wanting to see people like you represented in media, but there are a lot of characters and ships who are much better written and better developed than c//a.

anyway all of this to say, i'm proud of you for realizing the nuance of this situation in this hivemind of a fandom. it's always better to be open to criticism than to blindly defend a show just because you like it. thank you for this ask, it made my day! 💙

[viharbinger]

Hi okay I have a really really cute ask So in the 3.2 trailer, it’s shows Haypasia lying down and Scara watching over her. If you don’t know, he’s doing this because she is his only follower, so he’s taking care of her/looking after her (bc she’s his ONLY follower) What I’m asking is if it’s literally just that concept, but Haypasia is replaced by us, aka, the reader. So it’s basically just Scaramouche watching over us whilst we’re lying down and then we wake up and see him and it’s all just generally cute stuffIt can be seen as platonic or romantic, I’d personally prefer romantic

pairings: scaramouche x gn!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort? Reader is a heavy sleeper lol — I wrote half of this when 3.2 archon quest was not out yet so therefore I'm writing everything blindly so this is either gonna be completely inaccurate or I just predicted the future B-)

a/n: LMFAO I find it funny af that scaramouche's only follower/worshiper is his PARTNER HAHAHA imagine having no fans 🤭

masterlists

Way before the Balladeer even became a God, you, his life partner stayed by his side the whole way. You hadn't ever renounced him after all he's done and been through but instead comforted him through it all.

You both lived in an isolated home somewhere in Inazuma's Narukami island, alone yet a long way from the city. Living like that has its advantages of course, mainly to protect yourselves against whatever meddling business the 6th fatui harbinger had gotten himself in.

Now that he's finally gotten the Raiden Shogun's electro gnosis from a certain shrine maiden, he's on foot again to archons-knows-where. And he tells you the news when you're both sitting on the porch of your tiny and cozy home.

"You're leaving already when you just got back?" Maybe it was the Gods playing favourites but the sun kissing your skin and the wind blowing against your hair certainly made you glow.

The sun was shining over the horizon, and the birds were barely awake. You were in your comfortable pyjamas and he on the other hand, was adorning his beautiful silk navy blue and white kimono that morning, rather than his usual fatui harbinger attire. Your eyes are struggling to keep open as you woke up a mere 10 minutes before.

Scaramouche brings himself closer to you as he sets his baggage down, the one that he needed to bring along as he was going to go out on yet another journey alone. He cups your hands together and brings it to his lips to give it a gentle kiss.

"It's just some unfinished business I need to take care of. I'll come back for good. I promise." He whispered, brushing the stray hair that was over your eyes. He kept his palm on your left cheek whilst rubbing his thumb under your eye gently. His touch was delicate, like as if handling you too much could break you like porcelain glass. He was almost too afraid to leave you.

Several weeks passed.

You barely heard a word from him, but you have heard such news of an eccentric wanderer roaming around the lands of Sumeru. It wasn't much to go by but alas, at least you're aware he's living and breathing.

Now after achieving the power of the gods, his mission was almost complete. The power allowed him to do all things necessary. He was about to make his next move when his ears perked up in alert; as if someone was calling for him.

He doesn't mistake it's your voice. The voice he's been trying to replay in his head for weeks. He's afraid that if he doesn't, he'll forget how you sound like, how your voice could make him feel like a bed of roses.

You were repeating his name, like you were begging him for something. His usually hardened gaze softened in guilt at the thought of you in despair of his absence. He wishes he could just teleport straight to you right then and there, but even gods have their limits.

By nightfall, Scaramouche was still adjusting to his powers. He wanted to try and do anything within his power to attempt to even be closer to you. That is, until he found himself in a dream-like state.

He felt he could move freely, almost as if he were a ghost. He prompted himself to take this to his advantage and visit you in your sleep. And there you were, cuddled up on your bed.

The home that was once cozy and sweet felt uncomfortable. The room you were in was unkept and the bed was undone, some pillows are on the floor and the blanket was dishevelled. He notices of course, that you were sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours. And the tears that were continuously flowing from your eyes were hard not to notice.

He called out your name. You couldn't hear him. He was right next to you, within arms reach, yet you couldn't hear or even see him.

The puppet wasted no time in at least trying to comfort you. He kneeled down besides you and pushed the hair sticking to your face from the tears. He cupped your cheek, wiping the falling tears with his gloved thumb. He was like a guardian angel.

You were far too deep asleep to notice a thing, but he didn't want to wake you. All though it was very dark out, the dark eyebags were clear as day to prove to him that you needed the rest.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, he whispers sweet nothings and an "I'll be back soon." It's not like you could've heard him but you definitely felt the breath of air onto your ear like as if someone was whispering a secret to you.

By the time you woke up you were met not with your partner, but his scent was in the air. Like it was when he was still around in the house. He visited you.

Just days later, you heard a rushed knock on your front door. It was dawn again and your hair was a mess. You walked to your door barefoot, mumbling incoherent words that could be insults as you were woken up from your beauty sleep.

When you opened it, it was your partner. He was there, in the flesh. His breathing was haggard, yet he smiles anyway. His hat was held on his hands like he took it off when running so much.

Your eyes tricked with tears, and hugged him tightly. "You were there, right? That night!" You wailed and your head was on his chest. "Yes, and I'm sorry for not coming sooner." He rested his chin to your head and brushed your messy hair gently, careful enough not to tug on it.

You finally came to your senses and picked your head up from his chest. You backed up from him and pushed him in anger. But not in a way that could definitely hurt him or make him fall. "Just who do you think you are, waltzing back home like as if you didn't disappear after weeks and didn't even bother to send a letter!" You cried, yet he remained his composure from calling you stupid things. He knows what you've been through during his absence and just wants to be with you.

He cups your cheeks and rubbed the tears off with his thumb, as he's done many times before. His eyes wore a gentle glow and the sweet smile on his face was blinding. It's not often you see a man so in love.

"I'm done with everything. I took care of it, I promise I'll be here for as long as I live." He tells you, with genuine and charm in his tone. He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. And another on your cheek. And then another on your temple. And again and again in every other place and you couldn't stop yourself from cry laughing.

You stopped giggling when he makes sure to stop and leave a kiss on your lips. A long, tasteful and blissful kiss. You could still feel the warmth on your lips even after he pulled away. He ends it by just leaning his forehead to yours till the only thing you could hear from each other was your breathing. Even when he's away for so long, he'll always count on you to wait for him.

I hope u like this dear requester because I don't think I'm that good in writing actual fanfics LOL I'm only good at headcannons

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #31

a/n: we did it! we made it through kinktober. thanks to everyone who has read & reblogged my work, I am giving all of you a caramel apple and a kiss on the forehead 😘❤️ this prompt was partly fleshed out by @double-hoe-seven who is wonderful💕

@venusthepirate @lady-jane3 @lunarpansexual @bratdoll666 @tangerinesgf @white-wolf-buckaroo @zuzusoo @earth-elemental18 @northerngalxy @underratedboogeyman @basementsoup @insanitia @tommysproperty @felhomaly @malar-region (also tagging from the original post about this: @peqchsoup @nightmarefeast @apieceoffabulousshit@sgrantsgf @basichextechml @kyleehggf)

31) Free Choice - Breeding Kink 

For a while now, Tangerine has been having… thoughts about you. 

Well, to be fair, he has lots of thoughts about you. Thinking about pilfering something for you on a mission to bring back, show that you were on his mind. Lying in bed when he misses you and wondering how he got so lucky to have someone as wonderful as you in his life. Pondering what you might be up to at home, while he’s away doing dirty jobs for a big payday. 

And, of course, the… other thoughts. 

The ones where you’re spread out on your back, like a fucking waiting feast for him to indulge in. His name falling from your lips like a prayer. When he watches his spend drip out of your cunt and it turns him on so much he gets hard again. 

He likes coming inside of you. But lately he’s been thinking more about it. 

Tangerine, put simply, wants to fuck a baby into you. 

The two of you have batted around the idea of him retiring for a little while now. After the incident in Tokyo, Tangerine has realised just how precious life can be, and he wants to spend more of it with you, and not gallivanting about across the world. And one of the things that discussion has led to is the idea of having a baby.

And Tangerine really, really wants to do the baby-making part. He wants to watch you swell with what he’s done to you, grow over the course of nine months. He wants to be able to take part in the making of a new life. 

So you decided to get some… attempts in.

And good Lord, the two of you have been at it like rabbits.

“You want me to fill you up, gorgeous? Hmm?”

You’re laying on your back, hips propped up by a couple of thick pillows to keep every load he releases inside of you. The bedroom has become an altar where he worships your body with his, keeping you strung out on a cloud of pleasure. Slowly he drags his cock out of you and slams it home, eking a raspy cry of joy from your lips. 

Over the course of the day he’s come in you three times; he’s going for a fourth. As he fucks you he can see the sight of his previous releases covering his cock, mixed in with your own slick. He can imagine it coating your pussy, overflowing from the lips of your cunt, finding a way to take inside.

He’ll keep pumping you full until he’s certain you’re expecting.

“Tan…” your hand reaches blindly for his. He’s lost count of how many times he’s made you orgasm during these proceedings. Well, it’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it too, is it? He threads his fingers with yours and holds onto them tight, making sure even through the foggy cloud of euphoria around your brain you know that he’s here.

“Yes, love?”

You look up at him with wide, adoring doe-eyes, almost brimming with tears because you’re so overstimulated.

“Put a baby in me.”

Well, fuck, when you ask so nicely, he can’t deny you, can he?

Tangerine picks up the pace, using his free hand to come around and start toying with your clit. You cry out and buck up into his hips.

“Oh, God, Tan, it’s… it’s…”

He knows the words ‘too much’ are brimming on your lips.

“You can take it,” he says, gruffly, and you mewl in response. Tangerine stretches out over you, allowing you to admire the lean, long line of his muscles, the way his abdomen moves as he fucks into you, and presses his mouth against yours for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips. He enjoys warming you up with his mouth each time before he goes, tasting a little of his own spend as he does to remind himself that he’s marked his territory in your cunt.

His lips slide against yours erratically, sloppily. His facial hair is wet from the amount of times you’ve come on it. 

“You’re such a good girl, hm? Perfect little pussy taking what I give you,” he speaks against your mouth which is agape with ecstasy, “You going to have a baby, darling? Our baby?”

A couple more rough thrusts and the combined feeling of his hand and pelvis pressing up against your clit is enough to make you come once more. You practically shriek with the effort of it, as he wrenches one more orgasm out of your spent body. As he feels you contract around him Tangerine looks down, watching the way you squirt out of your pretty cunt and totally drench his cock. Once, twice, and he’s done - covering your pulsating walls with his come once again.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. Sweat drips from Tangerine’s body onto yours, yet another filthy sight of what you’ve been doing. Quickly he makes sure the pillows are properly propping up your hips so when he moves, nothing will be lost.

You hiss as Tangerine pulls out. His dick is coated in both his own release and yours. A couple of drops roll down your fucked-out, puffy cunt, but he gathers them with his fingers and gently presses them back inside. You cry out at the feeling of being full again, but he quietly shushes you.

“You’re alright, love. You can take it.”

You sigh, content, and carefully Tangerine takes his hand away. You’re stuffed full, pussy glistening from the effort of today.

“I’ll get you some water,” Tangerine says, reaching over to press a loving kiss to your forehead, stroke your hair a little. You hum in contentment; you’re too blissed out to form words. He doesn’t like to leave you long so the trip to the kitchen is a quick one, just to grab some bottles from the fridge - and, as an added thought, a bag of crisps in case you’re hungry.

Your breathing has calmed from the exerted pants you were only capable of earlier when he comes back. You have a hand cradling your abdomen as if you’re already caring for a child you might have in you. When you notice Tangerine has returned, you gratefully take the water he offers you, gulping down a third of the bottle in one.

“You alright?”

You nod. Some of your hair has stuck to your forehead, and Tangerine thinks you look like a fucking angel.

“I’m alright.” A beat. “Give me a few and we can go again.”

Fuck, he loves you. He loves that you want this as much as he does, and you’re willing to ride the waves of it with him to see it through. He tells you as much, nuzzling his face into the warm soft skin of your neck. You chuckle and card your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too, Tan.”

[adarkrainbow]

Do you think the way people talk and discuss Walt's "Classic Three" (Snow White, Cinderella and Aurora) is accurate or close to what happens in the movies? I mean, they are always referred as excessively passive, weak, only interested on their looks (vain? superficial?), useless, beauty being their only good quality... And I ask myself, when was the last time these people watched the movies? Snow White negotiated her stay in the house, Cinderella survived a life of pure abuse & orchestrated her own escape from the tower, and, while not very much is shown about Aurora, she was about to sacrifice her personal happiness for the kingdom's sake (something Philip didn't have in mind)that takes courage! They don't wield swords but they are much stronger that they appear, and while I get some of the critique, I hate the "strong only means kicking butt" idea, like, it's incomplete, and superficial, and it can be reductive & dangerous (for the girls, and for the boys too!)

I have talked about this before in many posts, and others have talked about this way better than me, so I'll try to break down my opinion in a quite short and concise way. And as usual, you probably won't be surprised to find me again, neutral on those topic.

On one side: people are unfairly criticizing and judging too harshly the "original trio" of Disney movies. This has been explained by many people on this website, so I won't expand on this too much, but indeed, there is a mixture of superficial viewing of these movies, of not-contextualizing them, of projecting modern-day values and expectations over nearly century old pieces, and of a general need to criticize and rant about everything (especially big corporations and the "classics" of culture - whenever something becomes a classic, a backlash awaits). Cinderella is a much more surprising and strong character than you'd expect. These movies do teach the idea that being strong doesn't mean simply kicking everybody and proving yourself to be a lone wolf (especially since there's a strong focus on friendship in those stories). The whole "the prince kissing Sleeping Beauty in her sleep is rape culture" is ridiculous ; especially since in the Disney version it was made to be a true love kiss, between people who were in love, and the whole context was the breaking of a curse ; AND the actual rapist-origins of the story are from a 16th century Italian fairytale nobody knew about until the Internet dug it up in the 2010s. Even today many people who invoke the rapist-story are unable to tell you who wrote it or where it comes from, because they just latch onto the idea "Oh yes there's a rape story." and that's it, no more research for them.

Heck, Sleeping Beauty is even surprising for its time AND for the Disney criteria by having elderly, non-attractive female leads who do more than the actual male hero and ultimately are the true focus of the tale - the fairy godmothers. Same things with Snow-White - to make the dwarfs the equal of the titular Snow-White, even more to focus more character development and screen time on them rather than the princess, and to give them unique characterisation and treat them as people rather than plot-props... This was BIG, this was not something usual, and this was a game-changer. Overall - I say the same thing for fantasy literature - a lot of the "new" or "modern" twists people expect from today's fictions are awaiting you in the past. Everybody complains about traditional fantasy not having POC main characters or not having strong female lead that is not sexualized - Earthsea had all those by the 60s and 70s, and it was just as influential on fantasy as Lord of the Rings or Elric.

However... Recognizing that a lot of the criticism is unfair and overblown, and that the backlash is ignorant and caricatural does NOT mean we should just blindly worship and naively accept those movies as untouchable, sacred relics that cannot be criticize. If there is a backlash, it means there is a reason for such criticism to arise in the first place, and we must identify why - to give back the problem in its proper proportions, and not in the exaggerated state we are offered today.

So... The other side - why is this Disney trio not fitting our modern world?

And the answer is very simple. They are heroines of 17th and 19th centuries tales, that were adapted for an early 20th century American mindset. They are bound to age or be unfit for the 21st century. Placing them back into context allows us to understand how great, good or groundbreaking they were in their time - but it does not mean they hold up to modern-day characters. Some elements of the Disney movies aged better than ever, some are still resonating today, and this is what gives them an "out-of-time" feeling. Yet... yet there is a reason why the "Disney princess" had to evolve and had to change herself to fit a new audience. Why did the characters of Rapunzel and Elsa of Disney had such huge success and were beloved by the masses? Because they were answering early 21st century needs, society and expectations, the same way the original trio did for their time.

A character like Aurora of Sleeping Beauty couldn't work today because she literaly is a paper-thin character that does nothing throughout the story and is truly more of a MacGuffin than anything. Oh yes she speaks, has a song, has feelings and emotions - and there is this very progressive idea of having Aurora be unhappy and traumatized by discovering her princess heritage, which aged very well! But the rest? She is a baby ; then she sings about being in love ; then she cries about not wanting to be a princess ; then she sleeps ; then she is married. The story is done and moved by the interesting characters about her, but not by her - Maleficent wants to destroy Aurora, Philip wants to save Aurora, the fairy godmothers wants to protect Aurora... I do not recall which feminist created this theory, but there is the test of the lamp. If you can replace a female character by a beautiful lamp, this is bad for you. And unfortunately Disney's Sleeping Beauty "succeeeds" at the test of the lamp, since Aurora's massively passive involvment in the story makes her a perfect fit. The king and queen create the most beautiful lamp you ever saw ; Maleficent angry curses the lamp to be destroyed ; the fairy godmothers are tasked with keeping the lamp safe ; later the prince discovers the lamp in the woods and wants to have it for his living room, so he plans to return later ; meanwhile the fairy godmothers return the lamp to their rightful owners the king and queen, while Maleficent captures the prince who returned in hope of taking the lamp ; etc etc... It does not change the story one bit.

Another, even more obvious example, of the "age" of those characters - Snow-White. Disney's Snow-White is the very embodiment of the "50s housewife" cliche, and thus was a perfect fit for this first-half-of-the-20th-century American society. In the Grimm story, the little girl enters the house, takes the food, goes to sleep, and upon meeting the dwarfs they make a bargain of chores in exchange of protection. In the Disney movie? She cleans the house all by herself, without asking anybody, just in hope it will please people. Which is a very "fairytale" move... But still is perceived badly as just the typical idea that "A good girl cleans up the house, that we ask her or not". The fact Snow-White also acts as a mother figure for the dwarfs despite being a teenage girl is... yeah it is questionable and there's a whole baggage of the girl existing as solely a future mother and a housekeeper-in-training. Let's not even talk of the infantilization of the dwarfs just because of their small size despite being clearly much older than her...

So yeah, I always take a neutral stance on things (except for a few stuff), and this is no exception. There is an unfair treatment of the original Disney princesses, definitively, and people are misreading the original movies... But when we take a critical look we also have to recognize that these characters were designed for a given society and a given time, and that now they made their time, we do not need them anymore and we can move on to other characters while fondly remembering them or taking inspiration from them. Erasing these characters would be stupid and absurd - but it is just as stupid and absurd to try to cling onto them constantly and to try to make them fit everywhere and anywhere (yes I am taking a jab at Disney and their perpetual recycling and their favoritism of remakes over new movies...).

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[carbonmonoxide-detector]

for story time,

in fourth grade, i had a friend group.

we were the pineapples. i came up with the name.

quinn was president because he had to be. i was vice president and cody was vice vice president, sometimes we would switch because quinn would sometimes make me vice president since i was the only girl and it made the club look good

nick and joey were identical twins and best friends with quinn. they were trusted with secrets even cody wasn’t, things about quinn’s parents i only found out recently. how he was neglected at home, and he was controlling and an ass at school only because that was the only form of control in his life he knew

rafael was the last member of our group, he worshipped me and quinn. no one liked him tbh, he was always kinda. outside. of everything, his whole life. he had been following me around and begging to be my friend since kindergarten, and he was extra persistent then. he wanted to be part of the group in whatever way he could manage. so quinn, cody, and i all made an executive decision. he was the janitor. he would throw out the trash at the end of lunch in exchange for sitting at our table and listening. not really talking because like. i have to admit i was a bitch. i was a shitty person in elementary school. and quinn and i were both mean in some of the same ways to rafael. we didn’t wanna listen to him, but he wanted to sit next to us so we let him listen to us instead. he would draw with me in study hall while the others were at recess, stuff like that.

i was finally a big part of a group again. abby had found other friends. auren and kj had stopped blindly doing everything i said(good for them). maddie was. maddie. and didn’t wanna share her power anymore. but quinn and i were both the top of our class, we were academic rivals. people agreed that marshall, cody, and brandon were all just as smart but it was almost unanimous that quinn and i were the most ambitious and therefore going to be the most successful. i was in the spelling bee, quinn was in battle of the books. things were going my way at least for that year and i loved it so so much

CO level: Safe, but I sentence you to 3 months of experiencing life through Rafael's eyes during the described time period

[flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop]

Regarding the current discourse in the Critical Role fandom about the current storyline occurring in Campaign 3, I just want to address some of the main arguments I’ve seen...

Argument 1: The “gods are bad and should be destroyed” view is tiring and overdone and just attacks religion.

First of all, if you have the expectation that Critical Role should start paying attention to what all other popular shows do that stream their D&D Campaigns, then you may need to re-examine your expectations. 

Why do I say this? Because in regards to Critical Role, Campaign 1 was very heavy on worshipping the deities and Campaign 2 was very heavy on worshipping the deities. Like, I never watched Campaign 1, but in Campaign 2, I can’t remember a single point where someone questioned the purposes/importance of the deities, even when they themselves, didn’t believe. 

Campaign 3 is the first campaign where the majority of the party don’t have some sort of religious connection, so to say that the “gods are bad and should be destroyed” argument is overdone, is simply ludicrous because this is quite literally the first time it HAS been done on Critical Role. 

Argument 2: This entire storyline is ridiculous because it’s obvious that Predathos destroying the Gods/Goddesses would be bad and there’s no argument one could make as to why it would be good. 

Here’s the thing. To us? It’s obviously clear that releasing Predathos and allowing him to destroy all the gods/goddesses would be horrific and a tremendous mistake. Hell, I’m sure that to Travis, Marisha, Sam, Ashley, Laura, Liam, Taliesin, Christian, Aabria, Utkarsh, Emily, and Aimee, the idea of releasing Predathos to destroy the deities is a bad idea. But that’s because we have literally all of the background information on what the deities do and how instrumental they are into how everything works. 

The characters that are present in this campaign? They aren’t us, and they aren’t the players that are playing them. 

The decisions that are being made in this campaign are being made based on what the characters know not what the players know or the audience knows. And unfortunately, most of the players in the campaign don’t have any sort of connection to the deities and therefore, don’t have any sort of framework for why destroying the deities would be bad. They’re operating based on the information that they are given, and what they can deduce. 

Unfortunately, that might mean that when push comes to shove, they may make the decision to allow Predathos to be released because someone presents them with information that makes that decision make the most sense. 

Argument 3: Critical Role obviously has an agenda with this storyline because Laudna, Bor’Dor, Prism, Deni$e, Orym, and Ashton just blindly agreeing to help this group of villagers makes no sense

Except it does make sense. And if you were paying attention, they explained why it made sense. 

Right now, Laudna, Orym, and Ashton’s main goal is to get back to their friends and stop whatever is happening with Ludinous. 

In order to do that, they need to know where their friends are. How can they find out where their friends are? By using the scrying well and in order to use the scrying well, they had to help. 

As was pointed out, whether they helped or not, this coup was going to happen and so they might as well, especially since it was very clear that the presence of these individuals from the temple were not a positive presence. Plus if they participated, they could have some semblance of control over what happened. 

Honestly? I’m excited for this storyline. It’s not offering a fresh perspective that hasn’t been present in these campaigns (as mentioned before C1 and C2 were very heavily Pro-Deities), but it’s offering a very realistic depiction of the variety of moral dilemmas that arise when something VERY BAD is possibly about to happen and the lengths that you’ll go to in order to stop that bad thing from happening, sometimes to the point of doing things that you wouldn’t otherwise do. 

I’m excited to see where this goes, and even more excited to see what happens when the two parties reunite, especially if this second group ends up going down the road of “the gods should be destroyed” since Team Wildemount landed on doing whatever they could to stop Ludinous. It would be super interesting to see what happens if the party is truly split on a big decision like this because for the most part, they’ve always agreed, at least on the major stuff

[moonlit-raven-haven]

Could You Fall in Love With Me?

Can’t Help Falling In Love (Misa/L Lawliet)

Where Misa realizes she wants someone who can treat her right.

(Unedited)

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: SPOILERS, angst, unrequited feelings

A/N: Oh snap! I’m back from the dead xoxo! Anyways, here’s a Misa/L Lawliet fanfic. I finished Death Note like two days ago, and I cannot stop thinking about L, I fear he’s become my new comfort character.  Also, this diverts from canon events with some details. I hope you guys enjoy reading my first Death Note fanfic, and stay tuned until the end for some (hopefully) exciting news!

“I could fall in love with you, you know.”

The words plagued Misa’s mind ever since Ryuzaki spoke them. The few words that left his lips were more affectionate than anything Light Yagami had ever uttered. She always felt worthless to him, no matter what she did. Even giving up half of her life for him never felt like it was enough. She had worshiped Kira like a sinner worships a god in hopes of forgiveness. But the forgiveness came. Every move Light made was more unforgiving than the last. He had no care for anyone around him, not even for her. Upon regaining his memories in the helicopter by Ryuzaki by his side, that just became more apparent. Every move was for his own gain, and even upon showing distress the second time Misa received the Shinigami eyes, it wasn’t genuine.

“Does Light still make you happy?”

The question had been asked by Rem more than once, and it always made Misa wonder if Rem saw something Misa couldn’t. Maybe she could see through an impeccable façade that Light put up, one that Misa perhaps would never see because of her loving Light so blindly and earnestly. 

“Does Light still make me happy?” Misa wonders in her mind, a quiet sigh escaping from her lips. The question plagues her as she aimlessly flips through the newest edition of the magazine she’s in. She knows Ryuzaki is watching her. He always is. Part of her finds it endearing, but she knows that it’s only to ensure she’s not the Second Kira. 

“You aren’t actually reading that magazine. Has something crossed your mind, Misa?” Ryuzaki’s voice sounds out through the multiple small speakers scattered throughout her room. Misa looks up from the page covered in text. 

“Ah- no. I was just staring at this image.” Misa smiles at the camera positioned right above her television from her spot on the couch, waving her delicate hand at the blinking red light. 

“There are no images on that page.” Misa imagines Ryuzaki zooming in on the magazine she sets on the small, glass coffee table. “Is it possible that you’ve recalled your memories of your time as Second Kira?”

“R-Ryuzaki! You still can’t possibly believe Misa was the Second Kira.” Misa hears Light’s voice through the microphone, reminding her of the handcuffs keeping her from openly speaking to Ryuzaki. 

“There was irrefutable evidence sent in with the tapes sent by second Kira. It is, without a doubt, the truth that Misa Amane was Second Kira, and if she recalls anything, it’s important that she informs us.” Misa can hear Ryuzaki’s eyes, serving as daggers, digging into Light. 

“Light, there’s no need to argue with Ryuzaki. If Second K- if I sent the tapes and included evidence, whether accidental or not, then- I mean-“ Misa’s voice is soft through the screen. 

“No! Misa! You can’t admit to something that we don’t even know is true!” Ryuzaki notices the way Misa grips the thin lace edge of her skirt when Light rushes to Ryuzaki’s side and leans his lips right against the small, black microphone. 

“Yagami. Enough.” Ryuzaki presses his pale finger down against the base of the microphone and presses a small button, clicking it back up into place and leaving Misa in the silence of her room. “You’re making Misa anxious. While I do not know the reason for such nerves, I can only come to the conclusion that the topic of her existence as Second Kira makes her uncomfortable—after all, she should have no reason to be scared of her own partner.” Ryuzaki presses his palm flat against Light’s head and pushes him back from the microphone while glancing up at the screen above his eyesight. Misa’s clenched hand no longer occupies its attention with the edge of her skirt, but rather with a glass of water, a glass of water that seems too troublesome for Ryuzaki’s liking. He looks over to Light, who has a look of rage and confusion, one that had Ryuzaki had become awfully familiar with. “I’m going to put you back in confinement for a few hours. You’ll be under the surveillance of Aizawa while I speak to Misa. I fear you’ll agitate her too much with her presence.” Ryuzaki puts his bare feet on the ground and begins to walk towards the stairs leading into the basement, not giving Light any time to protest as the single chained handcuff drags him away behind Ryuzaki. 

-

Ryuzaki keeps his hands in his pockets as he slowly makes his way up the stairs to Misa’s room. s room. He ignores the glances and whispers of the remaining detectives behind him, seated by the many computers within headquarters. He dislikes being questioned about his choices and actions by the rest of the task force. Has he not done enough to prove himself reliable? Maybe he has said something in the past that didn’t sit well with them. Ryuzaki shakes his head slightly as his ghostly pale right hand extends from his pocket, and the tip of his thumb reaches his lips. He’s done enough to prove himself; it’s their choice whether or not they trust him. The tip of his thumb moves past his lips and comes in contact with his teeth, and he bites down gently until he reaches the top of the stairs. What could Misa possibly have to say? Will it get them closer to finding Kira? 

His bare feet quietly move across the cold black tiles that reflect the white fluorescent lights until he reaches the dark gray door. Part of him wishes he had chosen warmer colors for the facility, maybe warm whites, yellows, and some browns. Feeling like you’re at home in a building that is practically your second home would bring down everyone’s stress, including his own. Ryuzaki removes his thumb from his mouth and slowly dries it against his dark blue jeans before extending his hand toward the cool-colored gray door and tapping his knuckles against the painted wood. It’s smooth and cold against the thin skin covering his bones, it makes him shudder ever so slightly. He retracts his hand after three knocks and slips it back into the cool denim material of his pants. There’s exactly a thirty-second pause after Ryuzaki knocks on the door, not that he counted in his head. 

“Ryuzaki! Don’t you know it’s rude to knock on a lady’s door completely unannounced?!” Misa crosses her arms over the soft black robe she’s wearing, a light pink ‘M’ embroidered on the right side. 

“My apologies, Misa. May I come in? I need to speak to you about your actions earlier.” Despite Ryuzaki’s polite questions, he pushes his way past her and into the room, immediately taking a crouched seating position on the couch and grabbing the slice of cake Misa had barely begun eating.

“Actions? I was just reading a magazine, Ryuzaki!” Misa pouts her lips as she closes the door and takes a seat on the couch next to him, shaking her head at the slice of cake that was hers just moments prior. “You eat too much sugar, you know?” 

Ryuzaki answers with a small grunt. “You have no privacy privileges as long as I suspect you. Did you remember anything from your time as the Second Kira?” 

“N-No. It’s actually about Light.”

“Light?” Ryuzaki eats the last bite of cake and looks at Misa with deep interest, his eyes not leaving her face as he puts the plate down on the black coffee table in front of him. Could it be that she has evidence of Light being Kira? Perhaps she recalled something odd Light must have said. Ryuzaki places the tip of his thumb in his mouth again. Maybe Misa finally got tired of covering for her boyfriend.

“He isn’t a good boyfriend! He won’t take me out on dates, even before you handcuff him to you. I feel like he doesn’t actually love me, but- but ever since…ever since…” Misa trails off and looks down at her soft black robe and the light pink pajama pants peeking through it. “Ever since you said that you could love me, I-I’ve just been thinking about it. Could you really love me? You’re so much kinder than Light, Ryuzaki, even if you probably have cavities.” Misa glances at Ryuzaki briefly, his expression now distant as he grunts and turns away from her. Is this some type of ruse distract from the case? Something to get his attention off of Light so he can continue his killings as Kira? Ryuzaki turns back to Misa who is once again gripping at her clothing. Is she nervous becasue the truth is being told, or because she’s telling a lie?

“Misa, perhaps if you had not be the Second Kira and I knew that you do not harbor such strong admiration for Kira, I could love you. But the reality is that you were the Second Kira, Misa Amane, and you do have a strong admiration for Kira.” Ryuzaki rises from the couch and takes his thumb out of his mouth, his voice now clearer than it was a few seconds ago. “Please don’t distrub me in the future for trivial questions that will not help the case.” He turns away and exits the room before Misa can reply. The walk down the stairs feels longer than usual, and the detectives who were once whsipering have no gone silent as they turn toward Ryuzaki who is staring at the large screen where Misa wipes her tears. Was she being sincere?

“Matsuda. Please have Aizawa bring Light back into the room.”

“Y-Yes! Right away.” Except Matsuda stands there, staring at the back of Ryuzaki’s frame as he takes a seat on his chair. “D-Don’t you think Misa-Misa was being honest, Ryuzaki? I think she might have feelings for you.” Matsuda lets out a nervous laugh as he rubs the back of his neck, but Ryuazaki doesn’t responds, he only stares at Misa’s shaking form through the large screen before moving her image to a corner monitor and back on Light. 

“Matsuda. Help Aizawa bring Light back into the room.” Ryuzaki is unmoving as he speaks, only seeing Chief Yagami lead Matsuda toward the basement through his peripheral vision.

Will anything ever be simple with this case?

_._._._

A/N: Hopefully it was good, if you guys would like a part two let me know in the comments and I’ll try to cook lol. Now, for the (hopefully) exciting news…I’m opening my requests again for the summer! I’ll be taking 3-5 requests at a time, depending on what they entail, and if, for whatever reason, I get more requests, they will be released in a separate batch. So if you’re interested, send in your requests! I look forward to hopefully receiving some.

[forget-me-not-automaton]

Btw I really fucking love all of the tribe/clan esque groups in Zelda-

The Sheikah have always been so fucking cool, from the more ninja-vibes they gave off in earlier games to the more traditional and/or high tech vibes they have now. Idk bro I’m just a sucker for neat dudes with air reed motifs and funky tech that’s made by an Elvis impersonator and a harajuku liker who anti-aging product makers HATE!! …Also maybe I really like when characters are almost exactly like humans (or hylians, in this case.) but with a particular feature that’s different,, (it’s the white hair and gold eyes in this case.)

The Yiga are deadass just creatures. Absolute bizarre eyeball things in a bizarre eyeball cult that worships Ganon except it’s highly likely that not all of them know what they’re doing because they’re stupid dumb idiots who blindly follow their leader who is also a stupid dumb idiot (and had a weirdly good character arc in Aoc out of nowhere? Which was 100% welcome btw.) Funny banana dudes I hope they explode /aff

And lastly, I’ve been suffering with intense Zonai brainrot. Sky bunny-goat-llama-dragon furries that are just complete mysteries for the most part? Yes please absolutely- Oh and also they were apparently unreasonably cunty, which I appreciate greatly,,,,, (I know what I said. Have you SEEN any of the clothing sets from their time and people + the two Zonai characters we’ve seen?) Oh and also skrimblo robots are involved too, which is an absolute plus. Very much food for the fursona makers, 10/10.

[jojo-reader-hell]

Y’all are killing me with these uwu readers so here’s the Dio x Reader headcanon list you didn’t ask for where the reader attempts to have some backbone

“Namely, when one comes across something stronger than them, and there is absolutely no way to fight back. Or when they encounter something unknown. You may either struggle, resist, run away, or accept. But upon meeting upon meeting Lord DIO, a fifth option is introduced…Joy!”

You heard this ridiculous prattle and immediately yelled out “Cease that infernal caterwauling you old crone.”

Who could ever understand the complexity of emotions you felt towards he who proclaimed to be your husband?

Enyaba was years older than the others, but still seemed to only be capable of two things: blindly casting herself at the feet of Dio Brando, or secretly boring holes into the back of your head with her penetrating glare.

You cared not a whit. In fact your indifference seemed to be the driving force behind Dio’s intense pursuit of your affections.

Truly no one has ever seen anything like it, the possessive grip he has on your waist or the greedy way he lays a hand on your glutes is foreign. He’s never treated anyone else like this before.

People will melt in desire at his touch. Yet you seem to be almost annoyed at its consistency.

“Will you please…” you hiss in his ear just loud enough for everyone else to hear. They all have to pretend they don’t notice, but the shock is hard to conceal when they see their “god” absolutely pouting at your rejection.

They all know better than to bring up the fact that you don’t seem interested in him. Once a meal he’d let live made the nasty comment that you were just a plain old woman hiding behind a facade of fangs.

He rescinded the offer of life immediately.

You are far older than Enyaba. Some speculate you are the same age as Dio, and you have confirmed this fact to Hol Horse who eagerly relays that you were sixteen at the time of your turning back in 1889. Hence the fanciful way you talk in that soft antiquated English.

It’s hard to really get you alone to find out more, Dio never leaves you alone for very long.

But it is obvious he thinks the world of you, worshiping the crook of your neck with his lips whenever he gets the chance, trying to make you smile and laugh with playful antics that remind one of a schoolyard romance.

Most of the time you shy away, a frown evident on your face. You’re perhaps the only person in Dio’s circle who has the power or propensity to actively deny him when you just do not want affection.

You even have the audacity to groom him when it suits you, an act that he will willingly drop any concubine for, clothes or not. His meals and devoted followers seethe with anger when they try to touch his face and he slaps their hands away, meanwhile you will wipe his face of blood, tame his blonde mane with your fingers, caress his clothes if you see a thread out of place.

And he melts.

He is completely absorbed in your touch and will follow you like a puppy, clamoring clumsily for more.

While you do have your pleasant points, more often than not you seem grumpy or agitated. No one would ever be able to discover that you are this way because at first you were in love with another. A tragic Stockholm syndrome relationship developed between the two of you when you realized he was going to stop at nothing to ensure you belonged to him.

It took a great amount of time to convince you of his sincerity. Especially considering he didn’t just let you die that night and instead took you with him whereas your previous lover had not yet in a hundred years even tried to find you.

You’re moving on from childish ideals held in the past, trying to make things work with the one person in the entire world who actually loves you and wants you to stay.

You’re used to having to struggle for affection. You’re not used to it just being doled out on a silver platter all for you.

It’s hard. It’s so hard accepting the fact that your life is drastically different now that you’re awake, and your callousness is only because you are still adjusting to this new life.

You’re trying to make it work.

And marvelously he does understand and is endlessly patient.

So you can push him away and snap at him all you’d like, Dio’s patience is endless because he sees you are at the very least trying very hard to get along with him.