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muu-kun · 1 year

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Timeline of Mason Thompson’s Most Prominent Traumatic Events (Part 1/4)

Disclaimer: I am not the peacekeeper for what can or cannot be considered trauma. This is solely a document containing a list of what Muu has personally found to be traumatizing to him. And, yes, while nearly 90 percent of it is derived from instances between himself and other muses on tumblr, the original identities have been scraped and replaced with entirely new ones to save face. Any similarity to hereby existing muses is purely incidental. Be mindful of the numerous (but perhaps not limited to) triggers that appear in the upcoming text including: mentions of abuse, bullying, abandonment, neglect, and NUMEROUS discussions on sexual assault. I cannot express enough how frequent that appears in his history, so please proceed with caution. If you have any further questions, my IMs are always open.

0-7:

Born the second born son to a set of young parent, things were rocky from the start. Being that he had colic the first three months of his life did not aid in any manner either. His mother in particular found the cries of her youngest to be unsettling and unnerving. To prevent it as much as she could, her and her husband attempted every option they could to make sure he stayed soothed during his every waking moment. That included a cycle of overfeeding him and a dependency on the over use of a gas preventative medication for infants. The small run down home in the outskirts of town was also forced into as silent as it could be any time the infant fell into slumber. So much as a sneeze would result in anger from the young woman, leaving her husband and older son to live walking on eggshells to keep her from channeling her frustrations out on them. At a year old, when he'd learned to walk, his brother, Matthew, at nearly age three, had only been attempting to awaken the newly labeled tot from his nap to play with him when something irreversible occurred.

Hearing her son's startling cry at being disturbed mid slumber, she responded in wrath. Her oldest would be silently pushed from her presence regardless of his pleas of apology, whereas the majority of her built up resentment and anger from an undiagnosed and untreated case of postpartum depression went completely towards her unprepared baby boy. She'd aggressively pulled him from his crib by his ears and screamed into his face for his transgressions before turning him around and throwing him back into his crib with such force he hit his face against the wooden bars, splitting his nose in the process. The shrills of his screams and sight of a significant pooling of blood were all that was required of the statements extracted from the additional parent in the home, as well of his parents (Muu's obvious paternal grandparents) that hurried over the moment they were called over by their sobbing son. Muu's Mother would be escorted by police away from the home at the same instance the infant was raced over to the hospital for immediate care. In time, her parental rights would be completely stripped away due to a guilty child abuse plea and per her newfound mental health report. That thus left their early twenties father to pick up the pieces as a single parent; however, that arrangement wouldn't last long either.

Knowing he couldn't handle the requirements of being a single parent of two children under five with his minimal wage job, and his own unresolved immaturity in general, he made the decision to go forward with his childhood dreams of being in the Navy, and signed custody completely over to his own mother and father. For a long time, Muu felt resentful of both his parents for leaving him. As well as of feeling a great deal of guilt over feeling as though he caused the family to rift in the first place, thereby taking his older brother's parents from him in the process. Only in really recent years as he come to really functionally understand in his mind that he was the infant, and they were the adults. Life may not have worked out ideally for any of the main four family members involved; however, he doesn't wish for even a day to know what it would have been liked to be raised by someone other than his Nana. He will always be a grandma's baby no matter what.

His grandfather (the one lesser interested in his presence as he too felt a bit scorned of the fact that it was This child in particular that led to their son moving miles upon miles away to live on sea) once picked up every grandchild at a family event to emulate an airplane going high up into the air in front of Muu, but actively refused to pick him up. He'd been three, and even in more recent times he recalls it back fluently. With the pair getting closer as he hits his mid twenties, he would go on to find himself reminding the elder of this event. He had only expected an apology at best, but he would finally get to be picked up by the staggering, yet somewhat sickly in age 6ft7 tall man even if it was only for a split second. To him, it was more than enough. And as such, he is not ashamed to admit he has no qualms about being a fully adult man that sits solely for the sake of comfort atop the laps of BOTH his grandparents whenever he is over at their home to visit.

At the age of three as well, he would begin to spend a significant amount of his time during the day with a babysitter that would only become questionable years down the road. With his brother, old enough to go to a full day kindergarten, and his grandparents unable to maintain the wonderful services of the children's initial at home daycare provider following a move to a district said to have better options in place for when their suspected special needs grandson grew old enough to start school himself, there came no other option than to find him a sitter. What sounded to them like a promising good deal of finding an exceptionally affordable babysitter with a child the same age as Muu that just happened to live in their same complex should've struck them as being too good to be true, but at that time they thought they were making a sensibly good decision. It is to be noted at this point that it has never been canonically decided upon if Muu ever experienced any sort of instance surrounding the topic of molestation in his youth (though it has been the butt of many jokes aimed at him by villainous muses), HOWEVER there are circumstances in his later adulthood that could be taken as deeply rooted indicators that something of the sort had to have occurred. If so, and he simply just has no recollection of it, then it would be while in the care of his less than caring early childhood caretaker where something so heinous would have gone on.

Examples in which his babysitter was a less than kind person:

If any child were to get on her nerves, primarily in instances when she would instruct none of them so much as move an inch, or make a single peep, she'd strike them at their lower back with a such a significant amount of force because she took pleasure in them crying. Hit the least out of the children was that of Muu, but that would be boiled down to the fact that he was the only one at even three years of age that was refusing to adapt to potty training. Being that she still had to change his diapers, and his grandparents had to do so as well, she knew she could not hit him just as she did everyone else. That wouldn't halt her from hitting his peers in front of him, though. And often he experienced her beating up upon her own children more ruthlessly than anyone else no matter her young age that he would conclude on his own behalf that there was no telling just how brutal she'd eventually be towards him once he did move onto wearing big boy underpants.

The fact that when she was only entrusted in the care of Muu and her own daughter, named Layla, she would routinely bring them with her as she made visits to the home's of unknown men with the prospect of exchanging herself for money or drugs. Sometimes she would even hand items to the children to steal without informing them that was what they were doing. To them, she described them as her friends that were allowing them borrow things. They just had to keep the items safe and hidden on them, because she didn't want their new friend to think they were being careless with said belongings enough to no longer let them have those movies, books, games, etc. Being that they were three up until five years old, and they knew plenty about her wrath in those couple years alone, they didn't dare to do anything beyond listening to her.

Muu can still recall which men stood out to him more than all the rest as they visited them very often in his early youth. Enough that sometimes he'd eat, sleep, and sometimes even be allowed to be punished alongside Layla by these men for misbehaving. Vividly does he remember being screamed at in his face, or being put in time out to cry in a corner of a room when he was out of line, but nothing beyond that. He's suspected it at times, yes, but he has no true recollection of anything that would cement in his mind that his babysitter was potentially renting out not only herself, but also the children entrusted in her care, out to men in their area for some sort of compensation. Though he did grow to wonder as he grew older as to why he went from being potty trained at four through the aid of an early childhood program being offered by his older brother's school to still being a child that all the way up until he was seven years old age-- which at that point was just before the family would move yet again to be closer to family in preparation for when their Navy deployed father would be able to return home permanently-- still frequently wet his pants only outside of school that he always had to bring with him a bag with extra clothes in it just in case. (He still has some in his adult bag as well as you can never be too careful.) And the fact that even when he did become old enough to join full time, he still was being left in her care when it wasn't even necessary for her services to be required. Had the family stayed in that living complex for more years of his life, there was no telling how long she would have continued utilizing him in her unquestionable ways. Even now does he wonder what ever came of that little Layla he played with and experienced things alongside. Wherever she is, or whoever she is, he wishes she is well. And that hopefully her mother, Miss Meanie Jeanie, is rotting in hell.

(Interesting fact here: His first kiss was Layla when they were five. In the moment, he remembers not liking it very much as he was well convinced girls at cooties at that age. In fact, he complained about it for much of his life that he didn't get to have it with someone that got on his nerves less. Now he hopes she has settled down with a wonderful husband (or wife) that loves her very deeply. That way when they rekindle in adulthood, he can have the bragging rights to say he got to be her first kiss before them, too. And in the event that wasn't her true first kiss, as she'd learned it from somewhere, Muu can only to say to that that he's always wondered what it was like to kill someone.)

7-15

By this age, the only things he really endured were minor bullying. And even then it was more done as an insult to his intelligence, to which he frankly didn't catch onto 99% percent of the time anyways.

Once got numerous backpacks thrown at him to see how many it took to topple him over being that he was quite miniscule in size. His brother, two grades above him, witnessed the event and retaliated by hitting the lead instigator with his backpack so hard it tore his lip open and he never bothered either of them again.

Being invited to things by boys he wanted to befriend / impress, and then being the only one to show up to the addresses provided. In the amount of times he was led to dangerous neighborhoods, where he could have easily gotten snatched away, you would have thought he'd eventually stop trusting them. No, he really autistic'd his way into a brothel this way. That comes up later.

Hearing all the jokes about his speech difficulties. Being a child that both spoke to himself, and used the third person just really in any general manner, did not make being a kid any easier for him. Or when the rumors began that he wore diapers for having pullups in his bag at the start of the school year. It wouldn't last too long, though, as he very sternly became talk of the teacher lounge by pulling down his pants at the center of his classroom to show off to everyone he had briefs on just like everyone else. He'd given his second grade teacher such a heart attack that she made sure to monitor him extra all of the rest of the year just in case he had any other antics up his sleeve.

Every parent and child event ever at school that his grandparents weren't promptly notified of properly. He got himself plenty of McDonald's every time he got pulled out of school early on days spent talking about mother's or father's day, so don't let him fool you into thinking his adolescence at this point was that bad. It just all around wasn't very fun being reminded twice every school year his family had fallen apart.

Otherwise the rest of elementary, middle, and beginning part of high school were uneventful. He had his brother with him through everything, his grandparents were able to secure better jobs so the family got by financially better, he had cousins to play with, not too many friends but was enough of the class clown to not really notice, and he definitely didn't care enough about girls to be bothered by the fact none really liked him that much. Or if they did, he had unintentionally turned them down to continue on his free-spirited life style. By that point anyways he was beginning to suspect he was gay, but that again doesn't come into play until later on. For now, his life had peaked. He was a happy (possibly he'd thought at the time, but now he's not so sure) homosexual, autistic bean boy that didn't suspect any of the pending dangers to come.

#this is long but im not even close to done opps #so i cant fathom how many parts will really make of this #; ♡ ; headcanons #; ♡ ; tw abuse #; ♡ ; tw implied csa #; ♡ ; tw mentions of bullying #; ♡ ; character references #; ♡ ; trauma timeline

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polyamorouspunk · 1 year

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any advice for someone who believes in punk philosophies but doesnt know how to get out and just Act? i have no idea where to start, how to make a diference, how to be active. internet rotted my brain to believe i have to fix 1000 problems every where and i cant fathom focusing on only one, and have no idea how to just get out and do something that helps people. except for the easy things, like donating money, those i know.

There’s nothing wrong with donating money, but some really, simple, easy things are donating actual items. Places to donate:

Women’s Shelters:

Blankets

Bedding

Towels

Clothes

Hygiene products

Baby/child needs

Toys/books/etc. for kids

Food Pantry:

Food

Hygiene products

Animal Shelter:

Cleaning supplies

Toys

Bedding

Food but be careful with this as switching animal’s foods can be hazardous to their health HOWEVER many shelters rely on food donations

Leashes/collars/harnesses

Any major city is going to have these three things and more. Go out, find them, follow their social medias if they have them, and when they post they need donations get something and drop it off.

Volunteer.

Homeless shelters

Food kitchens

Programs for domestic violence/human trafficking/etc.

After school programs for kids

Kids with special needs

Etc.

Many of these places also have opportunities to run booths at events to spread the word and do outreach to get more volunteers.

Like to craft? Make clothes and donate them. Make blankets and donate them. My grandma is part of a program that makes dresses and dolls with matching dresses for girls in third world countries because she loves to make quilts and sew and knit etc. When I was a Girl Scout we made those tie-blankets and donated them to the animal shelter. My grandfather used to volunteer to drive around vets to their doctors appointments and donate blood before his health worsened.

Other far-out ideas:

Get a certification in something useful like CPR

Find events that are looking for performers to fundraise and offer to perform if you have a skill

Dog-walk shelter dogs

Become a “big brother” or “big sister” to a child in need

Etc. there’s so much more but hopefully this can be some tangible, offline things.

#punk culture #punk gets mail

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ch0lwrld · 9 months

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pairings: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff with a bit of angst in the beginning

warnings: y/n’s grandparents are sick but beomgyu is there for you every step of the way

a/n: quick beomgyu drabble bc the thought of a sleepy gyu is so 😞. also sorry abt the bit of angst. i did not proofread so read at your own risk.

you cant sleep. and its not because gyu keeps accidentally nudging and kicking you on the bed because you can handle that. even if he hits your side a little too hard you usually just kick him back for good measure. you just can’t. not with the stress of seeing your parents again coming up so soon. the reason he’s actually here with you in your apartment is because he wanted to be there to comfort you. you don’t blame him for falling asleep with you but rather you blame yourself for having him come all the way here for nothing but your endless sulking.

you had called him and ranted to him about it. telling him how your mom wanted you to come over since your grandparents weren’t feeling well and their health wasn’t getting any better. you hadn’t seen them in years, you finally tried to cut them off after you had started working at a good paying job, enough to allow you to move out and away from them. you knew she wouldnt call if it wasnt something serious and you knew that by cutting them off you wouldn’t see your grandparents or anyone for that matter for awhile. but, as much as it hurt, it hurt more for you to stay any longer in that environment. and if moving out and leaving for good was enough to let them know what they did wrong then so be it. and then you were gone.

until now.

your grandparents were fine when you had left, not the best but they knew that. so hearing about your grandpas worsening condition, it hurt. your grandparents were always there for you and your siblings. they were there more than your own parents. your grandpa had always been the one to pick you up and drop you off at school alongside your brothers, your grandma always ready with food for when you got back. your grandpa was the one who taught you to drive and even to parallel park! so many big parts of your life were filled by them and losing them… you couldn’t even fathom the thought right now.

things were going so well at work. when you first found the job you struggled to get the hang of it at first but you soon learned to love it. it paid well and your coworkers were so friendly. the overall environment was amazing. you never thought you would like 9-5’s so much until you landed this spot and it really opened your eyes. you were grateful for the situation you were placed in and to have your loving boyfriend stick by you through it all was just the plus on the side. even though he was busy being an idol, he always found time to spend it with you even if it was in the late hours of the night. he would always answer with that deep, groggy voice and eyes barely opened to watch you talk on the screen. you admired how much he put up with with you but he always let you know that he loved you and no matter what he’d always be there. it was sweet and corny but you loved it all.

you remembered that with everything good happening in your life, something like this was bound to happen. you knew its only supposed to help you grow but you feel every bit of you being torn down day by day. your coworkers had noticed and eventually it got the attention of your boss. they let you have the week off to make time to visit your grandparents. you were grateful they were so understanding but it only made you feel worse that they noticed. you hated the way their faces looked at you in pity when all you wanted was to work all of these emotions out but you couldn’t even do your job correctly.

you couldn’t stop tossing in your sleep that you eventually woke beomgyu up, murmuring a quick sorry and brushing your hand through his hair. he was quick to melt into your touch, falling back to sleep at your side. you felt guilty as you carefully left the bed to head into the kitchen. you thought maybe a cup of tea would help ease any of your worries and finally help you sleep. you were careful not to make too much noise but you guess your effort went in vain as you heard a slight creak in the floorboards and a soft voice call at you from behind.

“what are you doing?”

you looked back to see him in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning agaisnt it as he rubbed at his still sleep ridden eyes. he looked so soft like this, you felt bad you woke him up but it was a little worth it.

“sorry, just couldn’t sleep. you can go back to bed though i’ll be there soon.”

“hmm.. i dont know if i can. i couldn’t feel you there so i got worried.”

he started towards you, wrapping his srms around your waist and setting his chin on your shoulder.

“can’t go back to sleep, not without you there.”

you chuckled. you took a quick sip of your tea, allowing the warmth to flow through your body before you responded back.

“okay clingy, lets go back then now.”

“mmm” he groaned into your ear as he had you waddle him back to the bed, still attached to your hip.

when you two finally settled back in bed he was a little more awake now. he stared at your still form eyes closed but he knew you were still awake.

“is it your parents again?”

you slowly opened your eyes.

“..yeah.. sorry. i just… nevermind”

“you can tell me. i mean i know you did earlier but im all ears now. always.”

he looked at you, watching as your eyes shifted from one to another. you knew you could trust him, you just felt bad to dump all of this on him since everything was going so well for him in his career.

but the look in his eyes as he held you close, fiddling with your fingers and letting his hands roam through your hair as he pushed it away from your face. he knew how much you loved when he played with you hair as much as you do with his. he always was up for putting it into bows and small pony tails or just in ways you would never think of. you would chase him around after it was done and you had looked yourself in the mirror. you always complained because you would always make him look cute and he’d leave you a mess. he’d always give you a loving peck to your lips as you complained as an apology but the knowing smirk on his face tells you otherwise.

he always knew how to make you feel so loved and in this moment as he held you in his arms, you knew. your head laid against his chest feeling each breath he took. it calmed your senses, your mind halting in the middle of the traffic to the sound of his breathing.

he just listened and listened as you talked about your worries. he’ll never not listen to you, not even if its somethings he’s heard over an over again because you forgot you had already told him that joke yesterday or just a minute before. he would always be there to lend you whatever you needed and if he needed to fly to the moon and back he would to see that smile on your face again. to see the frown on your features fade and the crinkle between your brows subside because he was the one making you feel this way. he wanted to be your comfort, your person and everything in between. it pained him to see you so down the last couple of days and he knew you always kept things inside to avoid burdening him with your troubles. but, he never saw it that way and he wished to make you know every second of the day.

you would open up to him with your daily troubles little by little and it made him happy to know that you trusted him and were getting more comfortable as the days passed by. he loved you, more than anything. so if all he needed was to listen and hold you close he could do it everyday if it meant giving you all the comfort and love you’d want and need. he’d do it a thousand times over if he had the choice.

because he loved you, and thats all you’d ever need. all you’d ever need was him.

#beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #txt #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu #angst with a happy ending #kpop fluff #txt fluff #fluff #kpop

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toastywatchesstevenuniverse · 10 months

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S1 E52

Jail Break

What.

The.

Fuck.

God dAMNIT REBECCA YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME !!!!!!!!

REBECCAAAAAA-

I....

I have.....so very, very, very, very many questions rn.

WHAT THE FUCK GARNET WAS A FUCKING FUSION THIS ENTIRE TIME-???!?!?!?@@?@?!?!?!?@*#[×*'OWAN

WHAT

HOW

WHAT THE FUCJ YOU CANT JUST DO THAT TO ME THAT WAS LIKE A FRYING PAN SLAMMING INTO MY NOSE

WHAT THE FUCK

Okay brain being turned into goo aside: Ruby & Sapphire are fucking adorable. Their designs are adorable & they act adorable & then just-

They just let two gay characters be gay on screen & they didn't try to insist that they're "good friends" like

It's just gay shit

This was in 2013

Back in 2013 I was still in my denial phase. See when I was a kid, being gay was just an extremely common insult & any gay representing I saw in media was usually just "gay people are so fucking weird haha" & I was....

I was very insistent that I was straight. Like because I was conditioned to associate being gay as being a loser who gets bullied.

I wish I had watched this show back in the day.

I really did need a wake up call at that age.

But from what I see, this show clearly helped a lot of queer folk during a time where gay people weren't exactly being given the best treatment.

Not that we aren't targeted today but it was definitely way less common to see Lgbtq+ stuff in mainstream media. And I'm so glad that this show helped so many of you.

I think if I had watched this show back then, maybe 13 year old Daniel might have made better choices. But I'm glad I saw it now.

Okay let's just get it out of the way.

So uhm....J-Jasp....J-Ja....Jaaas- Y'know uh that uh....uh the uh...J-....J-Jasper. Uh............

Daniel stop immediatley falling in love with every buff woman they see challenge (Impossible I can't help it woman who are built like tanks make my nonbinary ass go brrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)

Ok don't get my wrong Jaspers an asshole & I'm glad Garnet fucking kicked her shit in but like.....I mean I can't fix her but I still would.

Also THAT FUCKING SONG

Oh my God THAT SONG WAS SO GOOD THAT WAS A FUCKING MASTERCLASS MUSICAL PIECE

PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION

"YOU'RE JUST MAD CUZ YOU'RE SINGLE." YEAAAAHHH GET HER ASS GARNET YOU FUCKING GO QUEEN SLAAAAAAYYYYYYYY

I am.....I am beyond floored. I am under the floor.

I cannot fucking fathom what insane shit lays ahead of me. But if THIS was only the first part.....oh God. What fucking insanity awaits me in the future. I am headed into a storm & I am not turning back. Together we shall face this storm & prepare ourselves for what we shall witness. Come my friends, let us set forthwith.

My brain is fucking goo & I cannot type coherently rn. Oh my God this was a fucking masterpiece. How is this only season 1? You're telling me it's gonna get MORE INSANE? I AM GOING TO BE LIQUID BY SEASON 4.

Also kinda fucked up that no one said anything about Peridot. Just kinda ignored the fact that she is possibly dead?

Like, is no one else concerned about this? Like, not one of you said anything? Like, you guys were with her you aren't even gonna say anything? Damn.

Fucking cold.

Anyways I'll be making some adjustments to the masterpost & once that refinement is done, I'll be starting season 2

Also from now on, every episode, I will do a drawing to add to the post. This will make posts slower but I think it'll be fun. And it'll help me with my art block struggles

Also it's an excuse to draw Pearl. ♡

See you guys in Season 2!!

- Sincerely, your moderator

Daniel (a.k.a. Toasty)

#toasty steven universe watchthrough #steven universe #su #watchalong #cartoon network #currently watching #crystal gems #su pearl #amethyst #pearl steven universe #first time watch #first watch #no spoilers #mod toasty

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art-a-la-autumn · 1 year

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TW: Mentions of Grooming/Pedophilia, Sexual Predation, Suicide, use of an abuser's name, etc...

I know I have not been on Tumblr as a Genshin fan artist for long, nor do I even really have a following, but I want to go on the record of how appalled I am by Tighnari's former ENG VA's, Elliot Gindi's, actions. Tighnari was one of my favorite characters in Genshin. (I know how to separate character from actor so Tighnari technically still is my favorite character but he will be benched until they rectify his casting. This is beside the point). I am going to go at length about why Gindi's actions are inexcusable. Be warned my words may be graphic.

One of the biggest parts of Tighnari that appealed to me in the first place was his personality and by extension, the life to the character that Gindi was able to bring forth with his lines. But as a voice actor, of course he would know how to act. Many, including myself, fell for his awkward and goofy persona he wanted us to believe. And so the news left me feeling betrayed, shaking with rage and feeling like I was about to vomit - it physically hurt. If that was my reaction as a regular fan, I cant even begin to fathom the pain that the victims felt and are undoubtedly still feeling. I have the upmost respect for those who came forward despite the painful memories that would resurface, the victim blaming they could face, and also his moderators that helped make it public despite the risks, having been so close to that monster.

As a content creator, you have to set boundaries between you and your fans. There will be fans who form strong attachments to you and it is your responsibility to stop these parasocial relationship from happening. Not actively feed into them and using them to your advantage to gain sexual favors from fans, especially underage ones. Gindi broke all of these rules for his own personal gain just because he was "horny". Taking advantage of someone's naivety and claiming friendship in order to make them trust you just to take advantage of them is grooming, regardless of if they are underage of not. It applies to really young adults too. Whether he knew someone was a minor or not (which I do not believe, he definitely knew), he's still a groomer because he knew they were young regardless and used that to his advantage. His apologies and claims that he thought he was being "safe and consensual" mean nothing. The screenshots prove that what he knew what he was doing was wrong and yet he continued anyway out of personal greed because he was on a power trip: plain and simple.

And as this world continues to grow harder to live in, depression and suicidal ideations have never been higher. We don't need people like Gindi who will use threats of suicide to manipulate his victims into staying and suffering at his hand even longer. Not to get too personal, but a relative's friend committed suicide at the start of the year. IT. RUINED. THEM. I've seen how suicide affects those who are close to those who commit it. To use suicide as an ultimatum to continue abusing victims is FUCKED UP beyond belief. You "didn't think through the severity of that"? I call bullshit. Gindi knew what he was doing to to ensure maximum mental anguish to ensure he got want he wanted.

This post is already really long so I will wrap it up. This man is a grooming egocentric manipulator. He's not sorry for anything other than that he was caught. He should be in jail and away from the public so he can never hurt anyone again. I hope that hole in his wall swallows him up and sends him to hell to burn for what he's done. If you still support him after what he has done DNI. If you try to defend him, I will block you. I will not play games with anyone who wants to excuse or support the depraved crimes he has committed.

#genshin impact #genshin #tighnari #tighnari va #elliot gindi #tw grooming #tw sexualization of minors #tw sex abuse #tw sa #tw suicide

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hongism · 2 years

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UM CALY!!!?!!?

MOC46AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHSUSUAJSJSJSJWNNSNSJAKWKWKAKKSNSNXNJXIAIWIWISJSJKAKAMZNSJWIQKMANXJSUWIWJJDEaaUNAHUABAHVAUJAINIKOSMNWJWJNSUBSBGSBUSNUEMI

SORRY BUT YOU KINDA HAD THAT ONE COMING 😭😭😭 ABSOLUTELY DISCOMBOBULATED AFTER READING THIS CHAPTER I JUST HAD TO *SMASHES HEAD INTO KEYBOARD*

as a hongjoong x mc enjoyer from the start, i hope you know i’ll never fully recover from this AHAHA but before coming to the part that we as a society should and will never move on from, i have to say you really never ever fail to step up your game my beloved 🥹

“I’ve gathered as much, yes. That I’m apparently able to put my hand through someone’s chest and rip their heart out if I so desire.”

“And I’m the Siren Iboun who can kill Sirens in the Dreamscape.” Wooyoung barks out a laugh as though he’s told the funniest joke imaginable.”

this scene made me cry-laughed bc my heart aches for both of them so much. i cant fathom feeling so alone and hopeless for the longest time, then meeting the one person that gets you just for them to forget about you completely. and as mc or wooyoung mentioned in the previous chapter, imagine how much pain you have to go through to choose erasing your memory completely. im so glad they got reunited and mc is starting to remember things and they’re so cute i just 🥹🥹🥹

“I still kinda want to punch you in the neck though. Several times. With a steel pipe.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, little lady!”

“And yet somehow I don’t want you dead.”

i dont wanna say that they’re cute but like THIS MOMENT RIGHT HERE when they seem to just temporarily go back to the good old times… obviously jisung deserves whatever is coming for him and nothing can justify his actions but he reminds me of taylor swift’s ‘don’t blame me’ - specifically the part that goes “don’t blame me, love made me crazy”, and its sort of sad…. (but fr if moc is ever made into a film you can sure as hell expect me to make those tiktok edits LMAO the things i do for moc…)

Except when he lifts the gun, you find its aim pointed at your head rather than Jisung’s.

you know i’ll probably spend every living moment until the next chapter comes out just wondering what will happen next right?….. please omg he can’t do this it’s probably hyunwoo’s ass again i hope he trips and drowns in his own bs akskskwk

You watch with a careful gaze as he cups his free hand over the end of the thin tube and presses the lighter close. A small huff of opaque smoke clouds up around his face after the first puff.

wtf the noise i made when i read this LMAOOO just when i thought i’ve seen everything, he had to do this??? how can one POSSIBLY become any hotter????? i’ll just casually daydream about this moment forever.

“That you’re mine.”

👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹 THATS IT IM LEAVING

“I don’t see why that’s necessary at all,” you start to protest, but the words fall on deaf ears as that coat you were analyzing seconds earlier starts getting pulled from the captain’s form without further ado. You look away in a panic, jerking your head so far to the side that it makes your neck hurt some. “Truly, this is far from necessary, Captain.”

UGH i could quote so many other parts (or might as well just quote everything tbh) but this start to the whole sexual tension scratches my brain in the best way, truly. anything i imagined happening between these two, you just made it 1000 times better. this might as well trump every other smut scene i’ve ever read AND THERES NO ACTUAL SMUT?? 😭 just know i’ll never recover miss caly, never…. unlesssss you get them to actually do the devils tango AKSKSKSKSK ily i can’t wait for ur work <3 — 🌊

DIFJAIWEOJFAIOWEFA IM SCREAMIGORJGOEI BESTIE!!! UR KEYSMASH IS SO LONG IT BROKE THE ASKBOX IM LAUGHIGN

THANK YOUUUUU 😭😭😭😭 i try my best to always improve to the point where im like omg isnt this too much? i feel like in a lot of ways i cant OUTDO MYSELF ANYMORE THAN THIS IT WOULD JUST BE TOO MUCH!

i really adore them so very much and i think they have something so innately special together, and something that has been touched on briefly is the fact that seonghwa has been present for both of them but it still isn’t the same as what wooyoung and mc have 🥲🥲

PLSSSSS im glad it read well bc i was worried it would read too much as a redemption when i was trying to be like !!! this isn’t redemption !!! and it is absolutely bittersweet in so many ways and it’s so deeply... difficult to traverse but that’s what makes it so !!! fun to read and enjoyable to debate!!!

FKJEHKLFHWLUIEHFW PLEASE 😭

EIOJFOWIJFWOIEFW look how do you think i felt... WRITING IT... i was falling apart fr i won’t lie...

👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹 THATS IT IM LEAVING

THIS HAS ME IN LITERALLYIJRIOJAIOJERFIOAWJEF TEARS BESTIE I CANTUIHSDFHWIUEF PELASE THE OFWOIFJWEIOFJO BREATHE BESTIE BREATHE!

brain scratching i do love to see it !! just hearing that its BETTER THAN SMUT WITH NO ACTUAL SMUT SLDKFJSLKDFJ THAT’S SUCH A COMPLIMENT AND ALSO SO INSANE TO ME THANK YOU???? we’ll have to wait and see what happens and how it all plays out though 😼

#mists of celeste #moc: spoilers

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desertgremlin · 2 years

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Also, agree what you said about Alicent. She is so flawed and sympathetic. I loved when Rhaenys called her out on her hypocrisy. Like, she suffered so much because of the society she is in and instead of going against it or just not participating, she actively upholds it. And I'm just like, why? What are you getting out of this? Because your power here is an illusion, unfortunately. And it's clear Rhaenyra is trying to eek out whatever sort of agency and happiness she can because she knew from the jump how this world was. And Alicent resents her for realizing that and taking action! And that's valid but it's also like, you waster your energy hating your best friend (who also suffered and whose legitimacy as heir is threatened because of your offspring) instead of using your position as queen to sway your husband, father, and the rest of society to see things differently. I get that she is a product of the place and time she is in but it's also like, girl you are clearly up in your feelings and you are taking it on on the wrong person. Before Rhaenyra omitted the truth about her virtue, you had your own secrets. So it's funny to watch Alicent be so righteous and angry. She had every right to be but I'm also like, you make me laugh. You're response is to punish yourself and other women constantly. She is so convinced of the power of men and its disheartening. What would it have looked like if she supported Rhaenyra? Gained power through joining with her? But that would never happen. She was so convinced that Rhae would kill her own siblings (again, ironic because of what her own children do) and that Luke and Jace being Harwin's boys were such an affront that everyone (Viserys was fine with it and Rhae could legitimize them when she became queen, problem solved) that she can't step back and see how the whole thing is a farce. It is a game. And she sees how harmful it is and yet the only way she can survive and keep some sort of sanity is to play.

And don't fucking get me started on Otto. Like, let's not forget Alicent is his daughter and while she is a victim, she is still nobel, a royal, and reeps many benefits in the position she is in. And Otto knows that. He made sure of it and she had to pay a huge price to be where she is unfortunately. That's exactly why he uses her. He is greedy and opportunistic and isn't content with what he has, which really is a lot. He is the second most powerful man in the realm. And that's not enough for him. It was clear he was never fond of Rhaenyra-like, look at how he treats his own daughter. If he barely respects Alicent, how would he feel about the woman who would inherit the throne? She is a threat to him! He cant control her and he hates that. He can't stand that a woman would be above him and she would certainly replace him as hand when she became queen and he knew that (while Aegon wouldn't). It has nothing to do with tradition. That's the excuse. It's that he cannot fathom a woman being more powerful than he is and being better at running the show. But he would never say that.

Firstly, love Rhaenys. She's probably one of my faves.

Secondly, yeah the Hightowers are a whole thing. I was so glad when Viserys booted Otto out and so annoyed when he came back like!! C'mon. If he was using his Hand powers to manipulate things to his liking before, you know he's going to do it again.

I can't remember where I read it but someone mentioned how part of Alicent's resentment as well is probably over Rhaenyra's boys and how they're not at all like her own shitty sons. She's the queen but the reality of it is not great and from her POV, Rhaenyra's got this great life where she's free and gets everything she wants and everyone loves her. You're right, Alicent should redirect her resentment towards her dad since he's why she got in that position in the first place.

I feel a little bad for her because the men around her always take her wants a step too far for their own gain like when Larys murdered Harwin 'for Alicent' but mostly because he'd become Lord of Harrenhal and when Alicent mentioned Viserys 'dying wish' only to find out nearly the entire council had already been planning to install Aegon as king for a while behind her back. And she isn't (usually) one to jump at murder as the first resort (like she was horrified about what happened to Harwin and she wanted to give Rhaenyra a better way to concede the throne) but these men get into her head!! The men push and prod Alicent to make the decisions they want made and she's so self-righteous and insane sometimes, don't get me wrong but I hate it for her when she's just, like, one person vs all these guys who think they know better.

#gol anon #ask #love a complex character

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cherrysnax · 4 years

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hm. hmmmm.

i dont like where my thoughts keeps heading

#im kinda here now hellow #vent #i. keep having reqlly bad nightmares and at the end of all of them #the end is the same.. ive been having really bad self worth issues recently which makes this all worse #the logical part of my brain tells me to expect this #and the emotional part of my brain is not dok g very well either #im trying real hard and ik its all in my head but im scared #its something really dumb to be scared about because tgings liek these happen but idk i dont want it to #i want to be dumb and pretend like i can be happy and loved long term #this is all unfounded and probably just because of the bee pee dee but im ao acared that im not gonna be enough anymore #i dont even think im worth loving so its really hard to fathom that he loves me but i cant fathom living in a world where he doesnt #so its gonna hurt so much when he doesnt anymore #i know its gonna happen one day i just dont want it to #ive been teying to be pretty and nicer and more agreeable and everything and ive even been expressing more too but its not enough #ive lived thru heartbreak before many times so when it happens ill be alright probably #prkbably not tbh. what i feel is more than love wven though my dumb ass can never xpeeas it because my emotions are just. not to be expresse #*expressed that way. does he ven know how much i love him? how much i care? im. ot good with words or wmotions and i know im easily misunder #stood but i hope he knows. i already see myself as one of his exes. only when it gets like this. ik he’ll look back n laugh at how much time #and effort he wasted on me. i hope hes loved in the future #i hope its still by me. but if not i understand #im kinda repulsive to look at and to be around me for ao long. im aurpriaed #i just. feel like my im gonna my heart broken soon. idk why. im trying to brace for it but ii dont want to become distant. idk wht to do #i feel likeif i bring this up itll be aself fuffiling prophecy. i feel like loving me is a chore. i cant see why anyone would or could #idk who to be or whst to say or how to act. i just want to be worthy of love but im gonna fuck up i already have so many times i bet #im. im not doing okay but hopefully one day i will #its 1 in the am and im sobbing in the bathroom. this has been my new normal for a while now #this is dumb! he loves me he goes out of his way to show it. i may not undersrand why but he does and ill cherish him until he doesnt anymor #j think m having an anxiety attack cause icant breath #chesco dnt look

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thed4rkhand · 3 years

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what you need to hear from your spirit angels?

What you need to hear from your spirit angels and guides?

Since I realized it’ll take me around 5-7 days to actually finish the game, I’m going to go ahead and post a small pick a card reading since it’ll be more general and try to keep the blog alive. Also I personally have the worst time connecting to my spirit angels when I’m anxious, so sometimes hearing it otherwise really helps me! Hope this helps you out too!

So take a deep breath and pick a pile from below (clockwise starting from opportunity) and head to your pile!

Pile 1 - Opportunity

This pile tells me that you’re currently working towards long term goals and laying a foundation, however you’re backtracking and being inconsistent. You’re expecting the results to come without putting in efforts here, you’re celebrating before your eggs have hatched properly. You’re jumping from one way to achieve it to another, and creating all sorts of scenarios, I’m strongly getting the feeling someone is trying to manifest something since a long time now here. You’ve exhausted all the ways and now almost given up. The spirits tell me to tell you that incase you’re looking for any confirmation that your manifestation is coming true, which I feel innately is about either a university acceptance or a reconciliation with someone, it’ll be here in no time. Just be grounded about it and don’t keep changing methods and believe in yourself, the spirits will guide you only when you start having a definitive plan. I’m sorry to call you out but I really feel these are some heavy Gemini, Aries, Sagittarius and Leo babes here. Called out to pile 2? Try it.

Pile 2 - Energy

If you wanted to check pile 1 out too, go do that later. I feel either you have been betrayed recently by someone, or hurt by someone’s words, or been in a bout of an imposter syndrome lately. Maybe someone rejected a proposal, said something hurtful, you feel undeserving of things you have or even feel lethargic all the time and lost about things in life. The spirits are telling me that you need to break free right now before it gets worse. Let those people leave your life right now, or they’ll take you down with them. There was a level of self-sabotage with your motives here, and the cards are telling me that to combat this you took up so many different activities and odd jobs to distract yourself, yet its subconsciously still persisting. The cards tell you to stop distracting yourself, do shadow work, heal, confront the problem head on right now, and in no time should you notice that you are back to being a happy virus, that contagious laugh and smile people always notice on you will also be back, and all your dreams and manifestations will also come to you! They’re telling me persistently to tell you that “what you imagine, imagines you!” These are definitely my Virgo, Cancer and Pisces, Libra sweethearts here.

Pile 3 - Fulfilment

Wow the cards just dropped straight all over. Why are you guys stressing and so scattered around for? There is so going on in your heads right now, and you’re literally all over the place, and have no plan on how to go about from there. Please ground yourselves guys, so many reserves pentacles here. The angels are telling me that you’re unable to lay a strong foundation and trying to be a jack of trades, and the worst part is that you’re not even doing it for yourself, its to show others that you can or impress people. You’re literally Turing lethargic now with the creativity wearing off, on the cusp of a burnout. The angels are telling me to convey to you to firstly just clean your room, organize your plans, jot down and follow it, because given its you, you’ll just make a new plan everyday and then procrastinate in the favor of doing it the next day and never get around to it. Maybe something is coming to an end and you have no clue what to do next, you’re looking for prospects but to no avail. You’re lying in bed all day because even you know you cant possibly even fathom finishing that amount of work. Seriously, talk to someone and sort yourself out before you really fall terribly to a place of no rescue. These are definitely my Sagittarius, Gemini, libra and Aquarius, Scorpio dears here.

Pile 4 - heaven’s door

My conflict pile babies. You’re definitely facing a dilemma right now, of having to make a choice. You’re standing at a cross-road and you’re extremely indecisive of what to choose now. You could maybe be standing between making a choice between your public and private lives here, and you really don’t want regret. You’re actively looking for guidance from people, however subconsciously you know what you want, so whenever they advise otherwise, you just try to find a new teacher. The cards tell me that maybe you have ably conjured a plan, but you’re scared of maybe presenting it or taking credit for it. The spirits tell you to be fearless and move ahead, declare it to the world that it's yours, you conjured it and you deserve the recognition for it. You may be fighting with colleagues and friends over things, and its time that you let them know that you stick to your own principles and aren’t malleable to bend to theirs. Don’t feel guilt or embarrassment, it's your project and you should pursue it. You’re also called upon to take inspired action, focus on one object and only one, that truly brings you happiness and move ahead with it. My capricorn, cancer, scorpio, pisces, taurus and virgo darlings, this is your pile.

#pick a pile #tarot #tarot pick a card #tarot pick a pile #tarot readings #tarot games #pac #pick a card

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lilyblyss · 3 years

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So, I was rereading my old posts and came across a Sukuna one I half-heartedly posted a while back and had a better idea about. The inspo's only slight, but it was still there.

Warning/Tag:: 18+, fem-bodied reader, noncon, slight talk of the supernatural, monster-fucking (Sukuna in his true form), degradation, name-calling, size-kink, overstimulation, spit kink, pet names (includes: doll, little one), a hint of a CNC kink

Note:: Sukuna is forever condescending, don't take his compliments to heart

You didn’t like to think too much about the supernatural occurrences that happened around your apartment. Other than the slight inconvenience of it all, it never really affected your everyday life. Sure, ruined lipstick smeared across your bathroom mirror and your eating utensils being moved randomly were a little much, but easily overlooked when you considered just how much you spent on the place. Not that you couldn’t afford a better place, what with your occupation and all, but as your late grandmother always said; the easiest way to have lots of money was to avoid spending it. Then again, if she knew where your money was coming from, she’d no doubt call it filthy.

Not that it mattered much to you. You minded the business that paid you, and being a camgirl paid you very well.

"I'm just saying," your friend always complained, "if you're making good enough money, you can get out of your totally haunted apartment."

"It's probably nothing to worry about." You placated. The annoying tricks and pranks were just that, and it's not as if you planned on living there the rest of your life. Everything would be fine.

Except when it wasn't. Especially because some humanoid, four-armed, two-faced, monstrosity was laying across your bed, barely covered in his kimono as if he ran the place. You stood at the entrance of your room, toothpaste foam still sitting on the corner of your mouth and your toothbrush beginning to slip out of your hand. You were just getting ready for bed, dressed in an oversized shirt and some mini-shorts.

The monster seemed pleased with your reaction, leaning forward with an awfully smug smirk on his face, eyes squinting as his mouths grinned devilishly, bringing attention to the tattoo on his face. You supposed the strawberry blond--almost pink really--hair would have taken points off the intimidation factor, but just his blood-red eyes were enough to stop you in your tracks. He was attractive in a terrifying way, a 'living on the wild side of things' way. If he was human, he might have actually been someone on the street you'd be attracted to.

“Ah, so you can finally see me,” he hummed, voice almost slurring, “I was starting to think my efforts were in vain. Be grateful, little one, that I’m so patient.”

You quickly wiped your mouth, placing your toothbrush in the cup on your dresser. You slowly looked around the room for any sign of breaking and entering. There were none. “W- how did--who are you?”

He stood from the bed, hunching over just a little to keep from bumping his head against the ceiling--look at that, the small extra for the high ceilings did come in handy--and walked over to you, stopping you in your tracks. He doubles, almost triple you in size and you take a step back. You looked almost like a rabbit, eyes focusing on the most dangerous thing in the room in case you needed to run. Poor thing just didn't know how trapped you already were.

His large finger curved around your chin, tilting it uncomfortably to make eye contact with him.

“Ryomen Sukuna. King of Demons. And you have caught my interest.”

“Me?”

“I prefer not to repeat myself, little one.” His voice is gruff, and it’s your first sign that maybe this man--demon--thing—isn’t the most patient creature on Earth. “That little… profession of yours, it’s intriguing. You certainly keep me interested in my pastime.”

“You’ve seen my…” Well, that’s a little embarrassing. This all-powerful creature not only noticed you touching yourself to millions but also happened to make a hobby out of it. “Why are you here then?”

“Simple, I want you to submit yourself to me. Put your body to good use.”

"Ah, so you wanna fuck me." He raised his eyebrow, but the interest still painted his face.

"Crude, though I guess expecting you to be a little bashful was an oversight; but yes. I want you. And I'm not asking."

You stared up at him, keeping eye contact as you took deep breaths. Slowly, carefully, you hold your hand out. Sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as you tilted your head expectedly. “Well? Pay up.”

“Excuse me?”

"Even with my life in danger, I'm afraid I won't be doing anything for free, sir. Sorry."

Your blood ran cold in your veins as his red eyes glowered at you, almost glowing in the dim lighting of your room. Your room seemed to grow colder with his mood and you shivered.

"You expect me to pay you?"

You swallowed, clearing your throat before boldly saying, "Yes. I do. It's my job."

Your hands were starting to shake, and despite the resolve in your eyes, the fact that Sukuna could--and probably would-- kill you without so much as a second thought made you wanna curl against him and beg for mercy. But you had your pride, goddammit. And even though your grandma didn't approve of a lot you did, you knew she would at least love you for that much.

Instead of moving his hand and snapping your neck like a twig for wasting his time like you thought he would, he twitched your head side to side, taking in your expression before humming. Before you could even blink, you were on your back. He was sitting in front of you on his knees, and you were folded in half on his lap; both your wrists were trapped in just one of his hands, another of his hands pushed one of your thighs against your chest, the other forced around his waist.

Even with your foot planted on his hard chest, you couldn't even attempt to push him away.

You gasped when his third hand roughly grabbed your cheeks, making you look at him. You started to swarm, and he looked excited at the steady increase of your heartbeat.

"Do you really think you have what it takes to deny me? That I'm giving you a choice?"

Through labored breaths, you answered: "I… I thought we were doing business."

He raised an eyebrow, both intrigued and annoyed. "I have you trapped under me and you still have the nerve to mouth off?"

You let out a shaky laugh, tears starting to form in your eyes regardless of how hard you tried to keep them in. "It's the adrenaline. Sorry."

In the back of your head, you could hear a voice that vaguely sounded like your friend begging you to just be quiet, but you figured you were probably going to die here tonight anyway. Besides, you seemed to make a habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong time, you think it might just be ironic justice that it's what gets you killed.

Instead of the blood-curdling screams being thorn from your throat as Sukuna ripped it out, the only sound that rang through the room was Sukuna's laugh. First muted between his lips then shifting into a deep belly laugh. His eyes are wild, wide with dangerous wonderment, and his smile terribly wide, showing how sharp his teeth were and the warning bells rang louder in your ears. You were so occupied looking at his canines that you failed to register his fourth and last hand was on you until it reached under the hemline of your shorts. You let out a gasp when his fingers slid against your clit down to your opening, the rough callus on the tip in complete contrast with the smoothness caused by your slick.

“Is it all that adrenaline that’s making you this wet, or are you just accustomed to being ready for anything like a slut?”

You jolted, cursing your sensitivity as he massaged your clit. It wasn’t even the entire situation that had aroused you, but with the only sexual attention you received coming through the screen, there weren’t many times that you had been touched by another person. Having his hands on you, pressing against your skin, and maneuvering you however he pleased was just what your body needed to get you in the mood.

“I’m not a slut!” you yelled. He didn't care to respond. He removed his hand from your shorts long enough to pull them off before returning to part your folds and play with your clit.

Wiggling your hands, you hoped that he would loosen his grip on you, but it did nothing. In fact, it made Sukuna hold you a bit tighter, wanting to watch you struggle more. He normally wanted absolute submission from what he wanted to claim, but the show of defiance was almost fun to him; a shocking difference from what he was used to. It reminded him of the past when demons ran free without the worry of priests and purifications, where he’d have the privilege to actually conquer. He licked his lips as you struggled to keep the pleasure from showing on your face; as if you couldn’t fathom enjoying this. He decided he wanted to see how long you could keep that up.

He pushed one of his fingers into you, not caring that just his one finger was about the length of two of yours. He started at a slow pace, wanting to feel your walls pulsing as they tried to quickly get used to his fingers. Heavy breaths accompanied by faint moans leaving your parted lips as he moved. You continued to squirm, but now for a different purpose, wanting his finger to press more firmly against that spot that sent shivers through your entire body. You cursed yourself for looking for pleasure on his fingers.

He smirked at the shaky breaths you made when his hand moved from your face to sit against your neck. “That feel good? You can tell me, little one.” he mocked, pressing against your inner walls to prepare you for another finger. "You should thank me for being so kind, preparing you like this."

You bit your lip to try to keep your voice in, eyes shutting to block him out, not wanting to indulge him by showing him how good you were feeling. Not that he didn’t know it. The way you cant your hips against his hand was needy, almost as if he wasn’t moving fast enough for you, was telling enough. Still, he decided to play your little game.

However, the soft moan that escaped your lips when he pressed against the side of your neck let him know that he was winning. Not wasting a second, he inserted his second finger. It forced a pained moan out of you, toes curling against his chest as your body tensed from being stretched with almost zero warning. You let out a curse when his fingers curled up, increasing the speed as he fucked them into you.

He ignored your pitiful whimpers asking him to wait, back arching as you tried to scoot away from his fingers, already feeling overwhelmed yet not close to coming. You could feel your eyes water as your body begged for a break; you couldn’t even wrap a hand around his bicep to ground yourself.

“S-Sukuna… please it’s--I can’t.”

Just as you thought, he didn’t listen. Blinking a few times and feeling the tears run down your cheeks, you saw Sukuna’s face; condescending, pleased, and aroused beyond belief as he watched you fall apart around his fingers. It’s like he enjoyed the idea of ruining you.

“It’s just two fingers, doll. Are you telling me you can’t even take that? What a worthless whore, after all.” With a laugh coating his words, he sped up the movement of his fingers, and you choked on a moan, a sob quickly following after.

“Y--! You don’t exactly have the most normal fingers!” You struggled to muster. The leg at his waist curling around him and pressing your heel on his back. You briefly wondered if you had enough strength to attempt to kick him, but the hand at your throat moved to grab your ankle, inadvertently pulling you closer on his lap. It was then that you felt the imprints of something large and thick on your ass and lower back, and you shivered.

Sukuna leaned forward, pressing an open mouth kiss against your neck, making sure his teeth scraped against the surface, almost as a reminder that your life was in his hands at the moment. “Hmm, so you still have a bit of fight left in you, do you?”

You refused to answer, biting your bottom lip as hard as you could, too concerned with trying to stay quiet to worry about the threat of drawing blood. For the first time since Sukuna pinned you down, he clicked his tongue in annoyance, one of his hands returning to your face and forcing your jaw apart.

“I grow tired of this damned habit of yours.” Before the irritation could truly settle on his face, he pressed a hard kiss against your lips. He shoved his tongue in your mouth, almost suffocating you with the need to keep his lips against yours. He was brutal with his kiss, almost as if he wanted to hurt you. But you couldn't tell if it was because he didn't realize his own strength in regards to you or if he just didn't care. He gave you no room to breathe, tongue domineering as it claimed you. You tried to bite him, but Sukuna pressed his thumb in as well, hooking it against your molars, and tugged as a warning, disregarding the tears falling because of him.

You let out a groan as he sucked your tongue into his mouth before pulling back. He looked at you as you fought to catch your breath, and was aroused at your tear-stained pitiful face and bruised lips, still held open by his thumb. For a moment he looked like he was contemplating something before gathering the spit in his mouth and letting it drip on your tongue. He moved his thumb to place against your bottom lip and looked at you expectantly.

You swallowed as best as you could as you felt heat rush through your body, the pleasure almost painful as it continued to bottle up.

Sukuna could feel the arousal thumping through his body as you shakingly opened your mouth to show him. "And I didn't even have to tell you what to do. What a good little thing you are."

You knew he didn't mean it, not in the way that should make you tingle, but with the way he just kissed you breathless and his fingers quickly bringing you to your peak, your waterlogged brain couldn't tell much of a difference at this point.

"Haah, Sukuna, 't hurts!" Your body started to tense so much it hurt, your stomach felt tight and you wanted to scream because of all the sensations going through you.

"Poor thing, you wanna cum?" He sounded smug, but you were too focused on trying to calm your nerves before you lost your mind.

"Please! Sukuna, 's too much! I can't—!"

"Then come."

If you thought Sukuna was kind enough to gently work you through your orgasm, you were sorely mistaken. His fingers continued their brutal pace, forcing you through your orgasm, even as your overstimulated body tried to twist and turn away from him. The tears running down your face are almost in tandem with the erratic beating of your heart. The moan you let out bounced against the walls of your apartment and Sukuna reveled in it.

As you came down from your high, Sukuna moved away from you. You shook uncontrollably and you pressed a shaky hand against your lips, embarrassed that you'd been so loud. You wondered if your neighbors were going to complain about you to the landlord in the morning. You wouldn't blame them if they did. You covered your eyes and tried to control your breathing, allowing your body to relax for a moment.

A quick moment was all you were allowed, because soon Sukuna grabbed you again, pinning you under him as he aligned your hips with his. Tired, you looked at him, eyes drinking in the fact that he'd stripped himself, fixated on the tattoos lining his pecs and abs. Your legs parted for him, tensing when you felt his cock brush against your clit as he shifted.

"You'll only be taking one of my cocks tonight, but next time, I'll expect you to take both."

Your eyes widened, quickly looking down when he placed his cock--one of them--against your lower belly, the other pressed against the curve of your ass. It reached just below your belly button, and he was thick enough that if you were to wrap your hand around it, your middle finger and thumb wouldn't be able to touch. It was intimidating and he expected you to take two of those the next time he came?

He smirked, hand holding his length against you, drinking in the sight of his thick shaft on you. "This is how far I'll be, little one."

"It won't—"

"It's going to fit." The look he gave you meant business. He wasn't taking no for an answer, not that he had since the beginning. "I didn't work to open you up only to not fuck you. I'll make it fit."

Sukuna was pleased to see that even as you complained about his length, you sat still as he lined himself up against your hole. You laid down completely, willing yourself to relax as the head of his cock slid against you, toying with your clit then pressing against your entrance.

When he began actually pushing his cock into you, you let out a shocked yelp, tensing while your hands automatically moved to push against his shoulders. He disregarded you, continuing even as you clawed against his thick skin, raking down his chest—not that your nails caused much harm to him.

"Ugh! Wait—fuck!"

"You're so loud," he scoffed, pulling your stiff legs apart and opening you up for himself.

You wished he'd prepped you more. As much as his pace and thick fingers hurt, it really didn't compare to his dick; not even your thickest dildo was as much as Sukuna was. Admittedly, the pressure against your already pulsing walls was nice, but every time he moved it painfully reminded you that Sukuna was making you adjust to him, not letting you. The thought did help you loosen a bit more, but Sukuna could tell he wasn't going to get too far with you as you were, even with the shallow thrusts he was currently doing.

You let out a soft cry as something slimy and thick danced against your inner thigh before moving to your clit. You look down to see a tongue hanging out a mouth on Sukuna's stomach. Your head fell back against the floor with a small thump and you moaned softly. Right, you thought, monster... demon or whatever. You couldn’t find the strength to worry about it, though, since it lapped at the nub, sending pleasant shock waves up your spine while Sukuna split you open on his dick. It wasn't too long after that he finally bottomed out, holding you still as you squirmed to try to get used to him inside you.

"What'd I tell you?" Sukuna asked, snapping his hips one good time and smirking when you cried out in pleasure, "You take it just fine, my little whore."

That thrust was the first of many, and soon he was pulling out all the way to the tip before pushing inside you.

Your mouth dropped open and you couldn’t keep the moans from leaving your mouth. After the first few thrusts, the drag of his cock inside you felt amazing, and you moved your hips in small circles against the tongue. You grabbed his forearms, trying to ground yourself while giving you leverage to thrust against him as well, chasing your pleasure. Sukuna let out a growl, placing one of his hands against your lower stomach and effectively pinning you down. His hips slowed to a stop as he looked down at you.

“And what do you think you’re doing, little one?”

You whined, wiggling against his hold. “Sukuna, please move.”

“Fucking yourself on my cock? What a desperate little thing you are.” Two of his hands moved to your hips while the other two circled behind your back, pulling you up. Your chest pressed against his as he sat back on his thighs. As he moved, you looked down to see the tongue returned back into its mouth.

You looked at Sukuna curiously, moving your hands to grip his shoulders. “But I thought you wanted me to give myself to you?”

“No,” his grip on your hips tightened, slowly lifting you off his cock until only a little was still inside you, “I said I wanted to fuck you.”

With that, he pulled you down on him, making you ride him faster than he was currently fucking you. Although, to say you were riding him would imply you had any control in the matter. He was using you like you were a sextoy, thrusting into you without any abundance or regard to you at all. It seemed like the loud moans were just a plus to him. He pushed another bruising kiss against your lips, drinking in your moans.

You wrapped your arms around him, hoping that your grip on him would keep you in control when you felt another orgasm building, but Sukuna might just be trying to fuck the sense out of you. He swapped out his quick thrusts for slower, harsher ones, thrusting in you and rolling his hips, molding himself against your pulsing walls. Your body tensed and without thinking, you sink your teeth into Sukuna’s shoulder. He groaned as his hips stuttered, thrusting out of rhythm for a second before he resumed.

“How cheeky,” he smirked, one of his hands moving to the back of your neck, wrapping around it harshly and yanking you off of him. “And here I was, thinking I’d treat you nicely.”

You didn’t think two or three slow thrusts would qualify as being ‘treated nicely’, but your mind was miles away at that point. His rapid thrusts returned, and when his hand covered the loud moans escaping your mouth, you knew he planned to finish himself off without any more distractions. You wondered if you should move against him, attempt to speed up the process, but considering his earlier reaction to you rutting against him, you didn’t think that was wise. Besides, considering how he didn’t even want to hear you moan, you figured you were all out of favor, so you had no choice but to take it.

Satisfied with your submission, Sukuna loudly growled. He threw his head back at the feeling of shooting his cum inside you, filling you up as you screamed against his hand. Just as he coated your walls with his cum, you could feel his other dick let out a stream of cum against your ass and back.

He held you still, pulling you flush against him as he used you to ride out his orgasm, a pleased hum rumbling in his chest as he felt you quiver. Your body started to ache almost immediately, and it didn’t help that he kept you sitting on his cock with no sign of moving whatsoever.

“U-uh, Sukuna?” Your throat itched uncomfortably as you tried to talk. A bath and a cup of warm tea definitely had your name on them. Sukuna certainly wasn’t going to take care of you.

He shushed you, a sharpened nail running up and down your spine. “I just gave you a gift, little one, it’s best you don’t waste it.”

Despite your better judgment, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to relax. Letting Sukuna use you was as physically taxing as you expected it would be, and if he planned to repeat this certain act, you were going to need all the rest you could possibly get.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk x reader #tw dubcon #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

#henry cavill #clark kent x you #clark kent x August Walker #august walker #clark kent #august walker x you #august walker x y/n #clark kent x y/n #august walker x clark kent x y/n #oh for fic sake headcannon

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inkheart01 · 3 years

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Uhhh Tiny gets found in the snow

This is what happens when you watch too many videos of animals being rescued while listening to sad songs I guess

2nd part here, 3rd part Here, 4th part here, 5th part Here, 6th part here

Imagine a tiny being found in the snow, half-frozen and unconscious. Their tiny body barely visible through the snowflakes piled on top of them, but somehow, through luck or other means, someone finds them. At first, they think they're just seeing things, a mirage cast from the swirling snow or the exhaustion sapping at their bones. But they carefully, oh they have to be so careful, uncover the poor thing. And gathering them into their hands reveals just how bad the tiny dears condition is, their skin fading to an unnatural blue as holding them, even through so many layers, is akin to that of a chunk of ice. but their heart wrenches as they look down at the darling creature, wrapped in enough layers that their true size couldn't be known.

So the giant, because that must be what they look like to the tiny life cradled half-frozen in their palm, holds them closer, rushing home as they bury the tiny under layers of warm clothes, holding them tight and close in the warmest spot they can find, nestled against there heart. Though the tiny thing was clearly not an animal, the human knew that a heartbeat could calm even the most frightened of creatures if the hands holding them meant well.

The tiny, so very cold that yes, while the human's warmth is slowly melting away at the ice coating their minuscule lashes, so too is there cold biting at their saviour's skin, slowly fighting back in vain to clam a bigger host.

But they get home, and the human can relax just a little, knowing that their poor companion is out of the swirling blizzard trying to snatch them back. Now the only thing the human has to worry about is the fact that even against their skin, the tiny thing is still so very cold. And the human can't possibly know exactly how to help. But they know enough.

Hurrying around, they fashion an odd nest of sorts from towels and shirts swaddling hot water bottles and heat packs, and carefully, the tiny is laid in the encompassing warmth, their form just so impossibly tiny. So tiny that the human cant possibly fathom how they have managed to survive against the storm and the weather and the hustle and bustle and dangers of life. And oh how worried the human is. No amount of searching reveals just what this tiny creature is other than folklore and mythology depicting tricky little Faeries and their mischievous ways, or sprites leading lost travellers away in the night.

It seems that even the infinite wisdom of the internet was at a loss for what to do when one finds a creature no bigger than their hand that is clearly no kitten nor puppy. And even the expanse of knowledge about the Fae Folk had no answer for the event in which someone finds a fairy frozen in a snowdrift.

But they won't give up on the little darling, and all through the night and late into the next morning, they sit beside the nest, never letting themself drift off in case they wake up and the little creature has succumbed to the cold, or they open their eyes and find that it really was a hallucination, a cruel trick played by the troublesome snow.

But the morning comes and passes, and the tiny neither disappears nor perishes, and they can breathe a heavy sigh of relief when they notice the colour slowly seeping back into their skin. The worst is over now.

Yet the tiny still sleeps, little features twisted in a way that makes their heart wrench. They have no way of knowing just what the poor darling is dreaming, if it is hopefully a dream, and not a nightmare that holds them tight in its fierce embrace.

Now that the tiny is no longer cold to the touch, the human feels a little easier about leaving them for a moment, enough to grab some breakfast, before rushing back to their bedside.

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t community #uhhh #ill post more #maybe #creativity died as soon as i looked away #rip #Tiny in the Snow #Nok & Charlie

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seawing-vibes · 3 years

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Would you... would you care to elaborate on those other ideas you had for Peril's father and how Darkstalker's scroll could have been found? /pos

(honestly I completely forgot he was her father, probably forgot while reading, too. The explanation that was given just didn't make any sense to me)

*cracks my knuckles* alright gamers get ready to hear some REALLY rambly spitballing ideas. So this is all a very loose concept and the fact that I have only read Escaping Peril once probably doesn’t help (I’m re-reading the series again rn so that is likely to change, Escaping Peril & Winter Turning are the only two books I haven’t read more than once hughe)

The Scroll is hidden by Fathom on the costal islands near the rainforest. He hid it on a small inhabitable island, time treated the island poorly and most of it eventually eroded away, becoming nothing but a sandbar now. What happened to the scroll? Lost at sea. Or so we though

A Seawing is the one to find it, which one? Dude I’ve got no idea, either way this Seawing sells it off as some authentic antique scroll (I can imagine the wood thing the paper is on is very fancy & in a very 2,000 years ago fashion) and is picked up by a Skywing. Who is this Skywing you may ask? It’s the man, the myth, the legend *does a quick wiki search* Prince Hawk >:)

Hawk is an enjoyer of antiques and collectibles, he found this scroll and thought it was pretty, he figures out about its power in an interesting way when he writes down his wishes for his one of his sisters to remain alive (in-canon its suspected that he saw some of his sisters die) with this info he comes on Scarlets good side by working for her. This written wish is grated in the form of Ruby

He doesn’t allow Scarlet to know how exactly the magic works and just that he can just mess around with dragons appearances & whatnot, allowing things like Ruby & Pyrite to happen

He eventually hides the scroll once Scarlet is gone, he fears it and doesn’t wish to remain near it anymore, this is when its found by Moon on her own, Darkstalker basically directing her to it and bam, canon stuff happens

So thats my very bad & loose idea for the scroll stuff, there’s a lot of holes and stuff i need to stitch up but for the most part thats the main premise :]

And my main idea for Peril’s father is that he was one of Scarlets personal guardsmen, someone who was close with the royals and knew Scarlet well. He would’ve been a general or just a high ranking guard or something. He met Kestrel and the two actually hit it off really well, I imagine the two had a close and sweet relationship, and one that Scarlet despised. Her personal guard was now milling off with some low ranking grump who had tread on Scarlets tail one too many times. Once Sky & Peril were hatched everything happened normally, and right under the Guardsman’s Nose. He (besides the eggs) become the first dragon to fall victim to Peril. He had found out what happened to his wife months after the incident and had been brewing a revolt among the guards agents their Queen, he was great at planning things and waited until the Brightest Night to strike, but there’s always a talker, in this case the one to double cross the small rebellion was young Prince Vermillion, what a mama’s boy. The guards were thrown into prison, some executed, some being kept alive. Okay so note!! I think this next part is from a fanfic I read YEARS ago. I cannot find the fic anymore (I cant even remember what I read it on) but I remember the action scene that stuck with me. If I’m being completely honest I cant remember if this was a fic I read or something I thought of on my own (I tend to do that a lot so bear with me huregha) but uh. Keep that in mind! So basically Scarlet reveals the info of who his daughter is to him and the details of Kestrel’s death as she’s personally walking him to the Arena. He’s in schock and cant do much beside listen, and before he knows it hes out in the arena, a lil Peril sitting across from him. He loves his daughter despite not knowing her, and he refused to allow scarlet to have it her way, so he sits down, giving Scarlet one last defiant look, and introduces himself to her, and simply asks for a big hug. And I’m sure you can conclude how that ended. I love that being the way he goes out, I just think its neat and im so mad that I cant remember if that was a fic I read or not ggrgefg But I hope you like my long rambling !!! :]

#Funky Time waoooo glad to have a physical spot to spitball my rewrite ideas heh #I looked to see if that fic was real for about an hour 30 and I cant find a trace of it im so frustrated grggfsg #Peril #Chamelon #Queen Scarlet #Prince Hawk #rambling #headcanon #strung-by-fate #death mention tw

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ladychlo · 2 years

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I was on YouTube looking for Blake's reaction on as it was and i was just blown away to say the least, not on Blake's reaction but THE amount of reaction videos from other people on it !! Like I've never seen this many reactions in such a short time, maybe there are but not as fast as this time and this makes me just think like properly think how big H has become. He was not even close to this during fine line !!

As much as I'm happy for him, a part of me still just wants to gatekeep him from others and by others i mean that i don't want some rubbish people to discover him and listen because I'm afraid they'll not give him the proper respect he deserves although as if anyone now gives him :/

I just hate when people give opinions just out of the blue when you don't have *any* idea how the person is and I'm telling that from a personal experience.

But all in all I'm soo fucking happy that he's some such a long way from that little boy.

This is coming from someone who has even though not been here from the start but around 2015 and has seen it all, just to clarify lol

Hi love,

I really really get you its been a while since I understood how massive he is but I still cant fathom it yet. I'm so proud of him and his art and so happy for him as well but also there is this effect of being in a specific fandom but also going with him through this process from being in one of the biggest boybands to him being one of the biggest pop male soloists right now. Ig the fact that some of us knew him as an artist for so long and witnessed the process of his artistic journey within the band and after the hiatus make you feel a little bit protective of that! that the more exposed the more parts of him will not be seen or some details will be just overlooked, but I always say as much as I want to gatekeep him (impossible) but I also dont care that much about how others perceive him or how the industry's suitcasers will milk his peak. Im just a random stan who will see him as this artist sharing his art with me so yeah

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flodaya · 3 years

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i feel like it’s not necessarily just that fatou doesn’t take kieu my’s insecurities/anxieties seriously in the cuddle scene or that she dismisses them, we’ve seen how receptive and accepting she is to kieu my before, how she’s one of the few people who actually listens and Sees kieu my. i think it’s more so an issue of fatou’s own self esteem, the fact that fatou cant really comprehend that someone could have so many intense feelings and could care so much about a relationship with her - like, she still thinks that she is the one for whom this relationship is more intense/meaningful. it’s like she said in that conversation with ismail - she knew kieu my was anxious & cared, but she thought it was only that crazy/intense for her. so in a way, for fatou it’s also a process of realising that she isn’t somehow inferior to kieu my, that she can be loved and cared about in the same way that she cares about others, that people can have these intense fears & emotions in relation to her, too. i feel like i’m having a Realisation in your inbox but i hope you don’t mind lmao - @kieu-tou

I absolutely don’t mind! and i feel like i’ve expressed myself poorly bc this is what i was trying to say: fatou definitely is perceptive but she can’t fathom that the girl she has been crushing on for so long has caught the same intense feelings for her bc to her at that point of the story kieu my is still so very much out of her league (in her head at least)

that’s why i will defend episode 9 until my dying breath, go after 7 and 8 whack choices all you want but the way ppl still hold a grudge against episode 9 is a YOU problem and not a writers problem. like, ep 9 is so important and good at building up fatou’s self esteem and making her realize she is worthy of so so much love and acceptance and appreciation, she gains back trust in herself and she learns to stand up for herself and advocate for herself! and it’s the first step in her being able to see how kieu my is just as insecure as she is herself so she eventually has enough confidence to verbally reassure kieu my. i still feel like the thursday clip in episode 9 was lowkey unnecessarily harsh on kieu my’s part ngl but i also think in a way fatou needed that set back to fully realize how deep kieu my’s insecurities run, that no, kieu my is not at all aware that she isn’t just party-kieu my to fatou. this set back lead to her whole “i see you” speech a week later when fatou finally fully understands that kieu my is just as insecure and her feelings are just as intense as her own

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The Lucky Australian

~~ 7 Almost~~

I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart, "

Don't ruin this on me

It had been a few days, and even though he had tried to keep himself busy, she was always floating around his mind.

It didn’t help him that whenever his phone would buzz he was always hoping it was from her, he’d been disappointed to notice that she hadn’t messaged him as much as he had hoped. There had been a few selfies and an occasional funny text through, he knew she was seeing a few friends and doing all the touristy stuff, but he had still wanted all more attention form her.

Henry couldn’t work it out, was she apprehensive to contact him more? Was she trying to play it cool? Logically, he knew that she was just enjoying her time in London, and he had no right to demand all her time, but still…he had just wanted her.

He had spent his day gaming, broken up by hanging out with kal when Charlie called, with nothing better to do and not hearing from Aurora for a few hours, he found himself at the pub. The warm summer air lifting his mood as he and his brother downed a few pints and surveyed their surroundings.

“You looking for anyone in particular?” Charlie whispered.

Henry sighed and put down his beer

“No. Not really”

Silence filled the space between them.

“Henry, what’s wrong?” Charlie sighed

Henry shifted in his seat, unsure of how to explain to his brother that he missed a woman that he had only known for days. How he wanted to be greedy with her time but not smother her, how he wished that every time his phone buzzed he was hoping it was her. How, he wanted to know every part of her mind, body and soul. He wanted her completely, but what if it was only lust on his part? What if it was only just a fire and no slow burn…The many what if’s were enough to drive him crazy.

“How did you know Heather was the one?” Henry asked, the question even surprising himself.

Charlie let out a breath and twirled his glass in his hand.

“I don’t know how to answer that one Henry. I guess for me, it was just an instant click, my head and my heart were in perfect unison at the time, I had that little voice that just told me this was it” he shrugged.

“You moved your whole life to Canada, weren’t you scared?”

“I was terrified, but the overwhelming feeling I had was that when I was with her there was no place I’d rather be, and that I’d be ok, no matter what happens”

Henry looked down at his glass.

“Is this about a certain Australian you met a few days ago?”

Henry looked up at Charlie and nodded, his insecurity and worry must’ve been plastered all over his face as Charlie’s features softened in response.

“It’s just…I only spent a few hours alone with her after we were at the pub, and the next day and no, we didn’t have sex Charlie”

“I wasn’t asking”

“You were thinking it”

“Thought never crossed my mind. Continue…”

Sometimes Charlie really knew how to get under his skin and piss him off, Henry couldn’t blame him, having siblings meant never being able to get away with anything.

“I had a really great time with her, it just felt like everything fell into place. She said she would call me in a few days because she was meeting up with friends and sightseeing, and I’m a rational man, I get that Charlie, I do. Its just…I want all her time, I want to be with her, I want to talk to her, I want to message her all the time, I want to know her, I want to be in the same space as her. I know I shouldn’t be demanding of all her attention, but every time the damn phone buzzes I hope its her, and I cant fathom for the life of me why she isn’t messaging me all the time or talking to me”

Charlie hadn’t stopped looking at Henry. Henry continued.

“I know, like I fucking know that she’s just with friends, but the other part of me keeps questioning, why isn’t she calling me? Is it too much, too fast for her? Is she not as interested as I thought she was? What if me being me is too much for her? What if its just lust? What if she’s not over her ex?”

“Her ex?”

Henry sighed and rubbed his eyes

“They were together up until 3 years ago, whatever happened she still has nightmares about”

“Whoa Henry, what-“

“Charlie, I don’t know. Aurora said it was a great relationship and it ended. I only found out after she told me because her friends imessages were popping up on her ipad, she said she would tell me later”

Charlie stretched his arms out in front of him.

“That’s a bit of a red flag”

“Yeah, but I cant force anything out of her” Henry growled in frustration.

Charlie didn’t miss the anger, he didn’t miss the hurt or the confusion that draped itself over Henry. Picking his words carefully, he continued.

“Henry, from what you have said already, I think you really like this girl, hell, you might even love her at this point and you don’t know. You have never spoken about any other women you’ve dated or seen, like you have Aurora and you’ve only known her a few days. I think, this is something worth trying for. I think she might be it for you, but you’ve only just net her, you cant demand everything now, no matter how hard you want it. That’s the thing with love and all that shit. It’s irrational, its intense and it doesn’t make sense. Be open, communicate and be honest, that’s all you can do. You will both navigate anything else that comes your way.”

Henry looked up at Charlie, he always had this way of being right about everything. Maybe he was right, maybe all those feelings he was having were a precursor to something deeper that he cant explain, maybe his heart knows before the path is laid out.

“Henry, why don’t you message her and ask her to meet you? Even if she’s already busy with friends, she would make time for you”

He looked at Charlie and back at his beer, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and just stared at it.

He heard Charlie sigh.

“I’ll get more drinks while your compose your sonnet” He laughed, making his way to the bar.

Henry ran a hand over his face and started typing out a message.

~~~~~~~~

“So, its 3pm, I’m going to start getting ready. We’re meeting at her place for pre drinks, then onwards to this gay bar she said I would like” Raphi said as he looked over at Aurora

“Does that mean its time for my boots Raphi?”

“Bitch, its always time for them boots. First though, I’m using the shower.” Raphi grabbed a towel and moved to the bathroom.

The past few days she had been shopping with Nate and his husband, she had travelled up to leeds to see an old friend and then went all the way down to bath to see an old work colleague. Never mind in between all that, partying with Raphi and Hanhan. She was glad for the few days she would have alone in Italy coming up. Even then, she would be visiting family. Holidays are supposed to be relaxing, she thought to herself.

She picked up her phone, wondering if she should message Henry. She had spoken to him on and off, but didn’t want to bombard him with unwanted messages, especially if he had changed his mind. He had still seemed interested but she didn’t want to push it, not to mention she had been seeing friends, which was a welcome excuse to try and get her mind off a certain brown haired, blue eyed Adonis. Dating was a lot much harder than she remembered

Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her hand, her face lighting up seeing is name on her screen.

Hey, this seems incredibly stupid, but…I really enjoyed my time with you. Wondering if you’re free tonight? Maybe we could catch up?

She started her reply, yelling questions through the bathroom door to Raphi. As she was halfway through, another message popped up.

I miss your company.

Her heart melted a little.

I’ll come meet you for a drink, I wont be able to spend as much time as I want with you, I’m being dragged to a club. I miss your company too.

Short and to the point. Mere seconds later, Henry replied.

Same pub we met at? What time?

She smiled, replying as fast as possible before throwing down her phone and getting her boots on.

~~~~~~~~

Charlie watched Henry as he continued to throw glances towards the pub door.

It had been 3 hours since Aurora said she would meet him. As it neared 6pm, Henry started getting nervous, bouncing his leg up and down under the table, not focusing on conversations and forever checking his watch. Charlie smiled into his beer as he took another sip. He remembered those butterflies and those nerves.

Charlie was able to distract Henry for a few minutes when something caught his eye, he looked up and the first thing he saw were boots, followed by Aurora, he snuck a glance back to Henry who hadn’t noticed her yet. Charlie looked back at Aurora as her eyes found them in the pub, she smiled and made her way over to them as Charlie kicked Henry under the table. He looked up, startled and then looked to where Charlie was pointing. Charlie knew the moment Henry laid eyes on Aurora, he was in trouble.

Henry’s mouth fell open as she came toward him. She was wearing all black jeans with a black top, her outfit simply hugging every curve of her body, but the standout feature was the thigh high boots she was wearing.

They were covered in silver rhinestones. This woman knew how to make an entrance.

Henry was still stuck to his chair when she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sliding into the spot next to him he didn’t notice her friends following her and seating themselves at the table.

Henry was silent, just staring at her. All the sounds around him evaporating as he took all of her in.

“I’ll shout you guys a round before we have to go.” She laughed. Henry looked at her and was silent for a moment just staring at her until Charlie broke his silence when he spoke to her. Suddenly, the world came crashing back into Henry, the sounds of the pub, the warmth of Aurora next to him and the smell of the perfume she wore invading all his senses.

She laughed at something Raphi said. Henry looked at her, his hands itching to touch her in some way. Slowly, pretending to be interested in a ring she wore, he reached out for her hand, and just held it, not wanting to let go.

Charlie observed them while the rest of the group entertained themselves. Aurora, talking and joking with her friends, for the most part didn’t seemed fazed at all by Henry's need for closeness. It almost came natural to her that she expected Henry wanted to that contact. Everything about her demeanour and her body language seemed so relaxed, like this relationship had existed for years rather than days. Henry on the other hand, seemed hyper aware of every movement and touch of Aurora’s, his nervousness and almost giddy appearance that he was in the same space with as well as the physical contact of the woman he was infatuated with, betrayed his usual tough looking exterior. Basically, he became a big teddy bear.

After what only seemed like a few minutes to Henry, Aurora and her friends announced their departure. Their excitement and slight buzz from the few shots they downed evident on their faces as they got up to leave, ready for the night ahead. Noting it was only 8pm, Henry felt cheated those 2 hours had flown by, and became a little depressed at the thought of her leaving.

Aurora looked Henry.

“If I survive tonight, I promise I will call you tomorrow and we’ll go on a proper date!” she smiled

“Bitch, what do you mean if you survive tonight? You’re getting as fucked up as us!” Hanhan laughed at her.

“Listen I’m going to be the most sober one there, god knows this one wont bend over the toilet bowl to throw up” She pointed at Raphi with her voice taking on a slight Italian accent, hands moving with every word.

“There we go, there’s the Italian!” Raphi yelled over his shoulder, making his way out of the pub. Aurora laughed.

“I better be getting chicken nuggets at the end of this night is all I’m saying” Aurora leaned down to kiss Henry goodbye like it was the most normal thing in the world and walked out of the pub following Hanhan and Raphi.

Charlie looked over at Henry watching her go. He knew, in that moment, that Henry would be spending the rest of his life with Aurora.

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