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Gaius: A teacher can learn many things from their student.
Arthur: So, what did you learn from Merlin?
Gaius: Why some species eat their young.
synopsis: drunk bouncer gallagher starts getting a little too turnt at the club you’re in on penacony….
tags: food play, body shots, alcohol implications and heavy mentions, explicit, vulgar, suggestive, handjob, exhibitionism
wrd cnt: 730+
a/n: (click the title for a song) this song got me through this fic LMAO i hope the vibes matched because that’s what I was going for, but anyways enjoy!!!! ( art from choco_uncle on twt)!
You could feel the music thumbing under your feet, your skins and everyone else’s in the club endourned with various colors and shines of brilliance. A rather tall and muscular man stood at the door, his arms crossed over his chest. You couldn’t help but notice how different he was now that he got some drinks in his system, that hard ass almost didn’t let you and your friends in.
He had already downed a few shots and was feeling the effects, his head was spinning, and his inhibitions were lowered. It seemed like he was just letting anyone in now. But he couldn't help but notice you staring at him across the room, chatting with your friends and glancing toward him every now and then.
Gallagher's eyes followed yours as he walked his way over to the bar, ordering a round of shots for you and your friends.
As you clinked glasses and downed the liquor, you caught Gallagher's eye and gave him a flirty smile. It was all he needed. He quickly made his way over to her, his steps a little unsteady. “Having a good time, dear?” he asked, leaning down and close to your ear so you could hear him over the loud music. You nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Definitely. Want to join us for another round?”
He smirked at your invitation, signaling the bartender for another round of shots, on him.
He handed them out to you and your friends, keeping one for himself.
He watched with hungry eyes as you sucked salt off his thumb, took the shot, and then let him squeeze lime into your mouth from above.
“What a good girl” he praised, giving your ass a playful smack and chuckling as the people around you yelled and hyped you up.
His mind couldn't help but wonder how your lip would look around something else of his.
Taking a gulp of his own shot, Gallagher slammed the empty glass on the table and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. “Up for some fun?”
The partygoers around you cheered and whistled, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
You’re not one to fall for peer pressure, but you definitely didn’t want to stop now.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn't resist the temptation of being so close to Gallagher, it felt so excitingly good. You nodded after the support of your friend group pushing you into him as he led you to a nearby couch and laid you down on it. His hands gripping your waist and legs to make you sit down.
Gallagher poured tequila on the little cup of your collarbone, sipping the booze and then licking up the spilled drops, finishing it with a wet kiss to your neck; causing shivers to run down your spine. He took the lime and placed it between your lips before taking it in his own mouth and sucking on it sensually, eyes locked into yours.
Everyone screamed around you, watching the both of you create enough tension for everyone to feel.
Next, he grabbed a shot glass filled with more liquid courage, and pushed you back down on the couch before placed the small glass between your breast in the deep v cut dress you wore, and leaned down to take the shot with his mouth, his tongue gliding all the way up from your sternum, to inbetween your breasts to pick up the salt, and up to your chin, making you throw your head back into the cushion with his hand holding a fistful of your hair, the other under you’re arching waist.
The sensation sent a jolt of desire through you, and you couldn't help but let out a playful moan. “You’re so tasty”, you hear against your ear. The crowd around you two erupted in applause as Gallagher continued the body shots, trailing his mouth down your body, stopping at various erogenous zones along the way. What really sent you over was when he finished, pulling you into his lap and whispering, “You enjoy that?”, he asked with a smirk.
“Mmhm” You respond, grabbing a bottle of baileys and pouring it into his mouth. You could feel his hard cock under your ass, and he could definitely feel you grinding on it, hoping no one notices. But no one was really paying attention, it was barely noticeable, right? No one could see you making out with the bouncer and fisting his cock, right?
As the shots and alcohol flowed, your inhibitions disappeared, and your passion ignited. With the loud music and the party atmosphere, it was easy for Gallagher and you to get lost in the moment. As the night went on, you continued to indulge in each other, your bodies moving in perfect sync on the dance floor, bumping against each other through the beat; feeling his now even harder brick against you as you grinded back into him, his arm snaked around your waist from behind.
It would definitely be much easier to get into the club now…
whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
Jason Todd 🤝 Bart Allen =
Risking it all for their best friends
[The first image is showcasing an exerpt from 'NEW52 RedHood and the Outlaws 1' where Jason (Right) is breaking Roy (left) out of a heavily guarded prison that could have ended in his capture or subsequent second death]
[In the second image is a scene from 'Impulse (1995) issue 6' Where Bart learns the his best friend Preston is being abused by his mother while in costume and is fully about to talk to the Vice Princible and Authorities about what he'd seen, giving away his secret identity in the process.]
A couple of edited kissing scenes. They still look pretty bad, but not completely terrible as before… I hope so anyway XD
Hi! Please do elaborate on butch transfem Ryuzaki!
alright, doomed t4t yuri time
as a disclaimer, there is nothing really substantial to support trans reading of ryuzaki, it's completely accidental and relies entirely on accepting trans reading of yashiro first, which is already asking a lot. i'm working with scraps here, so don't take this as a serious analysis of the text, this is just me reading into it a narrative that i find compelling and purposefully looking at certain things from the perspective that doesn't necessarily align with the authorial intent
i say "butch" specifically because in terms of gender expression, ryuzaki doesn't experience any discomfort with masculinity per se nor does he want to present more feminine. which is why talking about trans reading of the character is a bit trickier than it is with yashiro, isn't it? for many people there's this... expectation, or demand rather, of femininity that comes with the words "trans woman", so a trans butch's womanhood is easily denied on the basis of her "not being enough of a woman" or "basically just being a man". similar logic can be extended to a transgender reading of a character who isn't feminine "enough" or at all, because, well, if they don't want to wear a dress, then what's the point? and i guess part of the appeal of this interpretation for me is that it goes against those notions about gender and transfemininity. obviously you don't have to accept it, but if you don't see why this reading can be compelling, then it's worth asking "why, thought?"
there is just one thing about ryuzaki's gender presentation that stuck with me since the moment he was introduced (and i'll have to thank the movie for that) and it's how particular he is about his accessories, or at least the earring. it's not really the type that i'd normally expect a (cishet) man to wear, and it stays unlike the ring he was wearing in the first two volumes, so there's significance to it. now, i'm not saying that a man wearing accessories means that he must be a woman, and ryuzaki's ring(s), bracelet and necklace in the flashbacks and the cover for ch 26 are what you'd see men in the yakuza wear, but the earring? i think about it a lot, about its implication of homosexuality, and how you can take it a step further, make it about gender, too, and performing masculinity not the same way men do
so, sexuality. in the context of cis reading ryuzaki is very compelling as a gay man, and i've talked about it before, but, as the word "butch" implies, here i want to take it in a different direction and say that he genuinely prefers women. it recontextualizes his feelings for yashiro, because rather than a man falling in love with another man, it's a woman falling in love with a woman like her, because she is like her, trapped and dying just the same. which leads me to ch 14 and the question that sent me down this rabbit hole in the first place
"do you want to become a woman?" do you, ryuzaki? because now this isn't about internalized homophobia and desire for a "yes" just so it would make his feelings for yashiro "normal", as in straight, but then again, even if you were to try to read that intention into it - he's not asking if yashiro is a woman, the question is about wanting to become one. allusion to transitioning aside, there is a connection between becoming a woman or becoming a yakuza, the latter in a less literal sense being about submitting to a violent patriarchal system where the only role you can play if you want to survive is that of a man. ryuzaki is only two years older than yashiro, so he's what, 21? in that flashback, and yet for him everything has already been decided. he's asking as someone who no longer has a choice and has been condemned to rotting in a cage that is manhood, but yashiro still could take a different path, from ryuzaki's perspective at least
there could've been something there, maybe a conversation that would've made things easier for both of them, but yashiro replies with his usual simplification. yes, it would be nice to be a woman, but the only difference is that it would make having sex with men easier, that's all there is to it. and what does it leave ryuzaki with if he's not even attracted to men to begin with? nothing. there is nothing to being a woman for you, so don't think about. and he doesn't, neither of them do, and yashiro ultimately walks into the same cage as ryuzaki. you've got to wonder how much it hurt to see the only person who is inexplicably like you end up the same way
i'll leave reading into other scenes for another time since i have too much to say on the topic, but hopefully this gives a general idea to go off of if you want to look at the character from this perspective as well. one last thing i do want to mention here is that ryuzaki's first name is atsushi, 篤士. the first kanji can be read as "kind, cordial, faithful, warm", and if you look at the second kanji, you'll see that it has some connotations with manhood, which is why i'm bringing it up. in the context of transgender reading, there is some irony to "man" being implied in your name. we still don't know yashiro's, so it's like there is still some hope, but knowing ryuzaki's means that there might be none left for him. the way he is now, in prison, with his hair forcibly cut short, the earring likely taken away, maybe there isn't, maybe it is too late. and that's fine. there are certain expectations when it comes to trans narratives, that of a moment of realization, transitioning and a happy ending, and those narratives are important, of course, but i personally want to talk more about those of us who were doomed to rot. not because i enjoy the suffering, but because i find some comfort in being able to look at a character who is not intended to be seen that way and say "i still see you, despite it all"
something that caught my attention while rereading though they drift, they do not sink, but nor do they sing is that yashiro never refers to his stepfather as, well, his stepfather. neither out loud when he tells kageyama about the abuse, nor in his thoughts. he calls him his mother's husband instead (再結婚相手, so second marriage partner if you want to be literal), which is interesting, right? there's this refusal to draw a direct familial connection, he's just a man yashiro's mother married. that's all there is to it.
it's different with doumeki, though. when yashiro tells him about the abuse, he calls the man simply his father (父親) at first, then notices this... slip up, almost? and specifies - stepfather. whether it's because yashiro accepted that it wasn't just some man who had nothing to do with him, but rather a parent, someone who's supposed to be caring and protective, or because the little pretend game of familial connections in the yakuza made the word "father" so inescapable that there's no point in avoiding it anymore, i don't know. probably both.
it's important that yashiro opened up to doumeki specifically, too. every other instance where he thinks or talks about his abuse, both with aoi and misumi, he doesn't reference his stepfather at all. it's just this vague "when i was a kid i was violated by a man. that's all". there's no clear timeframe and no way to even tell if he's referring to a specific man or not (as in, no clear distinction whether "man" is singular or plural). it feels almost impersonal. the only people who get to learn the truth, in yashiro's usual dismissive tone, but with enough details to make it something that they have to look at, are the man yashiro was in love with and someone reminiscent of him. neither kageyama nor doumeki know what to do with it, though.
Nelyo <3. Best one Ive ever draw
Close up and line art under the cut.
i did it.
i finished that . that yucking book. im tweaking
im brainrotting hard. send help
a quastion about your lamb!!! how does Chirin interact with their followers? are they the type to sit down n play a good ol game of knucklebones with them/chitchat/constantly give gifts or just sorta exists among them (besides giving sermons/rituals)?
WELL!!! to be honest, Chirin's relationship with their followers evolves over time!! It fluctuates too, there's a few factors involved in how much they interact with them or how they interact with them at all--
Early on as a vessel Chirin interacted a lot with their followers, since there were so few of them at first. They had time and energy to get to know them all indiviually, and they especially grew attached to their first follower Nana (believe it or not, when i started a file in my game to play "as" Chirin their first follower DID come as Nana and i stuck with it).
Even though they had less time to spend with each follower individually as Roseveil (name of their cult) grew in number, they still made time where they could, especially for milestones. Another follower that was close with them for some time was Doll, she was part of the first generation of followers to be born in Roseveil and was Chirin's first ever disciple. She followed them around until the day she died. Hasn't been anyone as loyal since.
As Roseveil got bigger they had even less time for keeping up with everyone individually so they settled for doing rounds to check in on things which allowed them at least to keep up with some of them, particularly their disciples.
(i gotta draw the other two eventually)
And, ykno, other important followers that have vital roles to helping things run smoothly on a day to day basis like the head med bay attendant/nurse. There's quite a few followers that still see and talk with Chirin on a day to day basis by the time they're an infant god.
Also other followers in more vulnerable stages of life get to see them more often. Newborns are always held by them the day they're born and elders are free to come and sit with them or ask for something from them personally rather than going through someone else first.
So, it really does depend as time goes on, and what role a certain follower has, and how they personally interact with them as well, but Chirin always does try their best to be around when they can be.
Although... A lot of that goes out the window for a certain lineage.
As the most recent descendant of Nana by the time Chirin is an infant god and wrangling the bishops from purgatory, Feyun is the exception to all of this. As was their parents and their grandparents and so on. Chirin has followed that lineage closely and has shown special attachment and treatment to every single descendant. Not that they'll admit it. Of course.
foreshadow HWAT
Requirements for marriage.
Rough comic I made quite a while ago for chapter 23 of Trod. They are both dumb
hold on. i forgot i doodled this.
this is what happens when ur cat weighs 400 lbs and cant sleep without his security blanket (lamb).
Hey campers, guess who got far too into Total Drama (especially the gen 1 cast)
Also a sketch page full of Alejandros to prove to myself I can draw him properly
NO BUT SUKUNA SAVING READER IN EVERY SCENARIO???? Everything about him has me weak in the knees 🤧
God I love him sm, THIS IS SO HIM 🥹🥹🥹
Studying for your Ethics oral exam was already a pain. Doing it with your boyfriend? Now, that is what you call “self-sabotage.”
Tonight was supposed to be a productive study session.
Your Ethics professor had been on a power trip lately, deciding that an oral exam would be the best way to test you understanding of moral dilemmas and all those theoretical shit. Which meant you had to prepare for whatever godforsaken questions he might throw at you.
And who better to help you, right? Sukuna, your incredibly unhelpful boyfriend.
You flicked through your notes, glancing over at him sprawled on your bed, one arm thrown lazily over his forehead as he scrolled through his phone.
“Alright,” you started, trying to sound determined. “Let’s do a hypothetical situation. Moral dilemma time.”
He didn’t even look up from his phone and just continued doomscrolling whatever he finds interesting, “Do we have to?”
“C’mon, babe, be useful for once.”
He then let out the most dramatic sigh. Is he fucking annoyed already? He stretched out on your bed like he had nothing better to do – which is true, he’s already done with all his exams for the semester while you only have this last exam. Threw his phone aside like he was being forced into this conversation. “Fine. Impress me with your best morally damning question.”
You sat up straighter, grinning. This was your chance. You cleared your throat, “If all your loved ones were drowning – me, Jin, Yuuji, and your dad – who would you save?”
Without even hesitating, he shot you a look like you’d just asked the dumbest question ever.
“Isn’t it obvious? You.”
You blinked. “Huh? Why me?”
“‘Cuz you’re the only one who doesn’t actively annoy me,” he said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Babe, you’re seriously telling me you’d save me over Yuuji? Over a literal baby?” You leaned forward. Yeah, you can’t believe it.
Sukuna just shrugged, his expression completely deadpan. “Yeah, Yuuji’s not you.”
Your brain short-circuited for a second. “That doesn’t make sense. He’s a baby! e doesn’t even know how to swim yet!”
“That’s how the world works, babe.”
“HUH? What do you mean?”
“Then it’s Jin’s problem,” Sukuna said dismissively. “Not mine. My focus is on you. Always.”
You gasped, scandalized. “Sukuna! This is your family! Your nephew is drowning, you heartless bastard!”
He smirked, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievousness. “Yeah, and? What, you want me to let you drown?”
“You have no soul,” you muttered, rubbing your temples in frustration.
“Debatable,” he smirked, pure arrogance is radiating from him. He settled more comfortably on the bed. “Besides, it’s my dad’s fault for not teaching Jin how to swim properly when we were kids. Why should I clean up their mess? And why the fuck are we even in the ocean. You hate the ocean. There’s not a chance that we’ll ride a cruise for 7 fucking days.”
“Because it’s a hypothetical situation.”
“And?”
Groaning, you rubbed your temples and asked him the question you’ve been meaning to ask since the day you met him – when he was kicking someone to the ground who had accidentally bumped into him (or not). “I swear to god, do you even have morals, ‘Kuna?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether or not they benefit me.”
You couldn’t let it go. Sukuna’s complete lack of regard for his family, his indifference to your please, was driving you insane. But you had one more card to play.
“Okay,” you said, leaning in with a grin and a dangerous glint in your eyes. “So, what if it’s me and our future baby drowning? Who would you save?”
“Huh… you really want daddy’s cock right now, babe?” Sukuna’s lazy gaze flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You just slapped his chest in obvious annoyance.
He snorted and looked like he was about to answer in his usual carefree way, but then paused, as if he was processing the question for a second longer than usual.
“Hmm,” he drawled, shifting on the bed, his gaze flickering between you and the empty space. “That’s a tough one.”
Okay, wow. Your heart skipped a beat – was he actually taking this seriously now?
Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back, chuckling lowly. “Well, obvs, I’d save you.”
You blinked, slightly relieved but also confused. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said with a fucking shrug, “you’re the one who’d actually appreciate being saved. The baby’s gonna be fine.” His smirk deepened. “Besides, if I saved the kid, who’s gonna look after you? Wouldn’t be much fun without you around, brat.”
Your brain short-circuited again for a second, processing both the arrogance and the unexpected tenderness in his words. “So, you’re saying you’d just let our baby drown?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say that. I said I’d save you.” He leaned closer, eyes locking with yours with a teasing grin. “But hey, it’s just a hypothetical, right? Who the fuck knows if we’ll even have a kid that doesn’t know how to swim?”
Your lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile despite yourself. “You are so full of shit, ‘Kuna.”
“Yeah, and you love it, brat.” His voice lowered, leaning in just enough for you to feel the heat of his words.
And before this even goes south (literally to some fucking session), you pushed him away and exhaled sharply.
“Okay, what about ethically?” You began, trying to keep your cool. “In one of our ethical dilemma situations, do you believe catfishing is unethical?”
“Who would I even catfish? And why the fuck am I gonna do that when I have this,” he pointed at himself so arrogantly.
“I didn’t even say that you would catfish someone. I’m asking if you believe catfishing is ethical or not.”
“Nah,” he answered immediately.
“No?”
“Nope. There’s no such thing as ethics. It’s all just a societal construct.”
“Sukuna,” you exhaled and squinted at him, “So if we had met on a dating app, and I was actually some 50-year-old dude catfishing you, you’d just be cool with that?”
“But it didn’t happen and you weren’t one. Or are you?” He teased.
“That’s not the poi–” you groaned. Yeah, you’ll never win with him in this kind of talk. “You are actually impossible.”
Sukuna just grinned, completely unfazed. “Baby, if ethics were real, I wouldn’t be in your dorm right now, watching you lose your mind over this stupid class.”
And honestly? He had a point.
You hated that he had a point.
But before you could come up with a retort, Sukuna’s hand was on your arm, pulling you up to sit on your bed. “Enough with the philosophical bullshit. Your brain’s fried. We’re leaving.”
You blinked at him. “What? We’re in the middle of ethically thinking, and you’re just pulling me out of here?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tone softening just enough to be noticeable. “Your brain’s obviously fried since you started studying hours ago. Let’s go get some air. You’re not gonna pass that fucking exam if you don’t take a fucking break.”
“But –”
“I’m not asking,” he pulled you up from bed, guiding you toward the door with a hand firm on your back. “C’mon,” he added, without giving you a chance to argue. He was really not asking.
“Are you always this bossy?” You asked, half-smiling despite your frustration.
“Only when I care,” he said, his voice laced with that same teasing arrogance as he slid his right arm around your shoulders. “Don’t get used to it, brat.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re so damn good-lucking.”
“With a big fucking cock, I know. Now, shut up and walk, brat.”
And for once, you didn’t argue. Maybe he was right about one thing: a little time to breathe might actually make you feel better.
Even if it did come with a healthy dose of his cocky charm.
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Bonus: burnt old version
In the halls of the museum, under the skylights, two figures from another time, apart, gaze longingly at each other. And the stones would shudder and turn to flesh, before such yearning eyes...
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
I don't think I've ever noticed the hands of my wall clock this much in my entire life. I open my eyes and see them on the wall, and when I close my eyes they're strangling my neck.
I've been kidnapped by Time, kept within its infinite loops, a captive with no voice— except for these words.
"I'd even love to be kidnapped by villain, anything to get me out of Time's hands—
Hero hears a sound that sounds like a woodpecker pecking into a tree's bark. She whips her head around to find villain’s face wedged on the glass, a lopsided grin smashed to the window. Hero jumps off her bed and is there beside the window in a second, her hands trembling as she tries to unlock the window and laugh at the same time.
Villain jumps into hero’s arms as soon as she opens the window, a visible pout on their face now as hero starts to laugh out loud, the full-blown-kind-of-laughter. But again, villain had always had a thing for hero’s laughter. And in a moment, their heart is a circus and their mind a record player, playing hero's voice on loop. They can't even stay mad at her when she does this.
Hero takes her sweet time and finally looks up at villain, the height difference hitting all the good spots for hero at the moment. It's during the morning, when she's trying to grab that silly cereal box from the top shelf, standing on tip toes and still unable to reach it, until villain finally comes to the rescue and picks it up for her.
"Heyy~" she cooes and villain's heart begs for a break.
"Hi my darling. I hope you've enjoyed your full plate of laughter at my plight."
Hero thinks back to villain's face smashed on the window and a small smile finds its way back to her lips again, like how a wave always finds its way back to the shore. Villain watches the scene— a mere captive in a moment of time.
"I'm sorry," hero’s guilty half speaks out. This transition— it always catches villain off-guard. Everytime.
Villain pulls themselves closer to hero— if that's even possible, their hands on either side of hero’s cheek. Hero’s eyes dart around, as if she knows what's coming and she's looking at everything else but villain's eyes.
Villain wants to change that. And what better way than to coax hero into it?
Their hands slowly move up into hero’s hair, playing with her locks and gently scratching her scalp. Hero relaxes into their arms— the reaction almost instant that it makes villain suck in a shaky breath. They've never felt so powerful even in a battle field, even when their veins burn with power. But villain knows this is another kind of power all together— something they've read about many times in the books that hero loves stocking up in her bookshelves. They read about it when hero’s fast asleep in their arms, their steady heart grounding them to reality. It has always been something that they never knew how to feel.
Perhaps I'm feeling it now, villain thinks. It definitely felt like what was printed on those pages. They at least hoped so.
With hero, its always friendly and then before villain even realises it, they're falling. Into intimacy. Into a revolution that pulls them apart from the inside.
Feelings. Emotions. And then that 'something' that they read in those books.
All of them start to assemble underneath their skin; like an army ready for war.
But that's when villain meets hero’s eyes and she's looking at them, honest. Vulnerable. Not running away.
Seems like the coaxing worked while I was having an internal crisis. How long has she even been looking at me?!
But hero’s not bothered, her entire being invested in maintaining that eye contact.
Villain clears their head and looks once again. In her eyes, they see little things, and they all add up, one by one, culminating together to form that one four letter word, that special something.
"It's alright Love," a trick, one that villain decided to steal from a book right then. They wanted to test it, to see how that four letter word felt rolling off their tongue.
They watch again, caught in a trance as hero’s eyes become wide, surprise and happiness and many other feelings filling them up in a matter of seconds that villain can't keep up. So they just stare, bewildered.
And then hero laughs and the magic is over, like Cinderella at midnight.
"Why in the world do you look so surprised?!" Hero jabs a finger at their chest, trying to pout but failing immensely.
Laughter pulls itself out of villain’s lips, and they think that this is just fine. This is their twist, their 'something'. Their own four letters that they're going to build up together.
Hello everyone!! Hope you all remember me xd I'm sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for a while, I had to move for uni and I'm learning to live alone for the first time so it's been quite a ride. I've missed writing dearly and this dear community of you all, so just wanted to thank you for being patient and for the support ^^ Hope you enjoyed this :)