#Burning Goo comics

[rowenas-my-fave-child]

Anyway I think Rowena sounds like MARINA

#rowena fox pemberton #I know she didn’t burn Braeden’s first house down I just couldn’t think of a goo insult #comic #art #braeden vanderbilt #sketch #serafina series #the serafina series

[missmugiwara]

What A Relief

Summary: fem!reader x Sanji // You convince Sanji to have a friends-with-benefits relationship with you, but it's not like you want to actually date him, right? Right? Warning: 18+, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, implied sex, very suggestive, friends-with-benefits thing going on Note: I am weak for Sanji! Please enjoy!

It was so stupid.

You knew there was indeed a possibility that this could happen, but you still went ahead and did it. You got too presumptuous. Too confident. You flew too close to the sun. And then you got burned.

But how did it all start?

If you reflected back on it, you weren't entirely sure yourself. It was surprising especially in the way that everything had just blurred together. To put it into filthy words, Sanji became the answer to your booty calls. Okay, well… if you put it more eloquently, you somehow had managed to develop some sort of friends-with-benefits relationship with none other than the cook himself. If you put it even more simply, Sanji became a weekly event - as in, the person whom you could have sex with without any strings attached.

A while back, you set out to sea with the Straw Hat Pirates. They were a wonderful group of friends - they protected you, made treasurable memories with you, and truly accepted you for who you were. You had no complaints whatsoever. As of late, you were becoming a bit bored. A bit needy. Needy in the ways that required a certain relief in the form of pleasure. The thought of having a romantic relationship crossed your mind once or twice, but being a pirate and constantly moving about meant there was no room for that. You accepted that wholeheartedly, but could you somehow attain the romance you sought out?

So a crazy idea crossed your mind.

Could you get one of these fine Straw Hat men into bed? You flustered at the thought of it, and you could tell it was a wild idea when you felt hot and checked the nearest mirror to see your ridiculous expression. How about Luffy? No, he was your captain! He saved your butt on your hometown of Dressrosa. That would have felt too awkward. Then Zoro? Hm, well, he definitely seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't mind doing that and could keep it a secret… but you were too damn nervous to insinuate such an idea to him without feeling utterly humiliated. Franky? He seemed the most mature - wait. Never mind. Him, Luffy, and Zoro were definitely not mature. Usopp, then? No, an instant no. He still struggled to be brave time to time. How could he possibly not chicken out if you asked him?

Hmm.

What about Sanji?

He was so sweet. A good friend. Very good-looking. You never felt embarrassed in front of him. He would treat you so well, and he already did. Plus, he always made goo goo eyes at Nami, Robin, and literally any other woman. It was perfect. Knowing this, he wouldn't get attached to you, and you wouldn't get attached to him… because that's not what you were looking for, right? Exactly!

So when you finally mustered up the courage to ask Sanji, he really was shocked. You stayed behind one evening to help him clean up dishes after dinner. When everyone left you two to complete your chores, that's when you asked. Naturally, you were nervous, face on fire, and averting his gaze. There was a range of emotions mostly on Sanji's part. His jaw dropped. Then after a few seconds (when you were afraid you had broke him), he had launched himself across the room due to the sheer force of a nosebleed. After tending to this nosebleed and him sputtering over and over how he really did not deserve you - the goddess, the angel, etc. - he agreed.

"Oh, I know I'm asking for a lot… but, I would really love if it were you. I trust you so much."

It was kind of cute in the way his eyes sparkled at your words, and a blush fluttered over his cheeks while he had tissues sticking out of his bloody nostrils. To be honest, you wouldn't have had it any other way. It was quite comical. It took a moment longer for him to respond. You gently smiled and held him in your arms as he laid on the floor after his great lift-off.

Finally, Sanji sat himself up. Grabbing your hand, he said, "I am honored, my sweet, and I promise to make you feel like an absolute queen."

Those words were enough to send your heart racing. Sanji was the best. As you two sat there on the floor of the kitchen, faces flustered and having Sanji's head in your lap - you had reminded yourself again that this was simply fun between two friends. That's it. No romance.

You already knew Sanji was a man of his word, but he sure delivered. The first night together was akin to something out of a romance novel, and it was absolute bliss. Sanji removed your clothes slowly and gently, never allowing a single wrinkle to form as he laid them down. He always asked for permission before he did anything, and he always reminded you that if you changed your mind then you could stop at any time. He truly was a gentleman and kept his promise through and through. He whispered soft, sultry things into your ears. When he got more cocky, he'd whisper more sensuous things - things like how he was going to make you sing, make you moan, make you sigh out his name. And every time he did get you to moan, he'd whisper how your noises brought him to heaven. Your heart beat against your ribcage as if it was trying to break free, but you kept ignoring it because all you could focus on was just being his friend.

However, it was such a sweet, addicting high.

His touch was sensual and soft on your skin, the way his hands held you gently as if you were made from glass. Years in the kitchen must have been why his expert hands were so graceful when they roamed, and when they roamed to more inmate areas on your body, you would let out a gentle gasp against his mouth. You had never been held the way Sanji held you.

Kisses were sweet and never done without feeling. They could have brought you to your knees if you already weren't rolling around in bed. Sanji's mouth tasted like cigarettes, but you could care less as the delicious noises of your lips smacking whenever they met or parted took over your brain. Such sweet, velvety kisses were exchanged all night long between pants, between moans, between soft words you and Sanji murmured to each other, between thrusts of Sanji's hips. That incredible high wreaked havoc in your brain when Sanji thrusted over and over into your hips. Your toes curled, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and dug your nails into his back. You begged for him to go faster and harder, but in response you only got a low chuckle from the cook that embarrassed you and exhilirated you deeply.

"I couldn't," he smirked against your skin, "I don't want to be rough and hurt you."

You grit your teeth, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. You let out a low growl as your hand grabbed his hair. This teasing from Sanji was so unexpected - you didn't know there was this side of him.

"Please!" you breathed out, "Just… for me? Please!" you whined.

"Well, who am I to deny such a lady's request?"

Sanji seemed to really enjoy your whining because with that, he catered to your whim and every one after that. He was such a great listener. Sanji continued on and on until you had reached your final high of that evening and climaxed. The room spun, your body feeling hot and heavy. The two of you collapsed onto the bed in the girls' room, taking a few moments of peaceful silence to catch your breaths until you both had relaxed a bit more. You were incredibly thankful your crewmates had gone into town and left you and Sanji to guard the ship alone because you two had laid for a long time in bed after that. Just talking about your dreams, about life, anything really. It felt like hours, and in actuality it really was.

When you finally told Sanji you wanted to get dressed, he got up before you could even fling the sheets over your body. With a wave of his hand, he promptly stated he would make you a pot of tea. He got dressed and then was out the door. You waited until he was completely out of the room before your smile faded into a frown.

So stupid.

You should have known you were going to fall hard for the cook. This kept up for some time. Once a week turned into a couple times a week and then several times a week. You and Sanji kept it secret pretty well. It was something to look forward to as hard as it was to find the privacy. Soon, these little flirty instances were beginning to appear - like a secret signal. You'd sneak past Sanji to cup your hand to his ass to give him a hint you were hungry. He would smirk at you more often.

But hold on - what in the world was wrong with you?

The plan was not to become romantically attached. And the exact opposite of that was happening! You were head over heels. Sanji made you feel so special, and he geninely enjoyed the time spent with you. You were learning all sorts of things about each other and forming a closer bond.

You know what was even more stupid? You literally could not act like a normal person in front of Sanji anymore. Sometimes you dodged him and walked the other way if you ran into him, which was quite often as you were stuck on a ship for most of the time. Your confident vixen attitude was shaken - you couldn't dare touch his cute butt again. You would avoid his gaze. When he passed you a plate at dinner and your fingers accidentally brushed, you would mentally scream in your mind. It took all the strength not to fall apart.

Oh, but why was this happening?!

What were you afraid of? Being emotionally hurt? Afraid of how much of a ladies man he was if you wanted to start a relationship? You could tell Sanji was becoming concerned because you asked for him less and less until it just stopped one day. Everyone could tell you weren't acting normal as you would coop yourself up in the girls room - denying Luffy if he asked you to come play, taking your meals by yourself amongst other little things. Everyone came to check on you. Even Chopper was the most concerned, thinking you were sick. And Chopper was right, but it was lovesickness, and there was nothing he could do to help. It took everything to shoo everyone away.

Oh, but that Robin - who was too smart for her own good sometimes - had finally found you sneaking off to the kitchen one night for a late snack. She could not have been sleeping if she noticed you left the room and then somehow notify Sanji. It wasn't a surprise that she knew. Initially you would have been mortified, but if it had to be Robin then you felt at ease.

So you were digging around in the fridge, not even noticing Sanji entered the room until he called your name. This caused you to flinch and, in attempts to stand up suddenly, you hit your head on the nearest shelf in the fridge. Promplty, you slammed the door shut and gave him a forced grin. Sanji was no fool though. As you reluctantly greeted him and made a mad dash for the door, he swiftly stepped over to block it as you bumped headfirst into him. Sanji looped one arm around your waist as the other caught your wrist when you pressed your arms up to his chest to push him off.

You could feel your face heating up and your heart thundering in your ears. For a few seconds, you both stood there in awkward sielnce, waiting for somebody to do something.

"Are you… avoiding me?"

Sanji wasted no time in getting to the point. You didn't like how he asked that question - he sounded so hurt. Your lips trembled, and you felt so damn frustrated that you could cry then and there. You never wanted to hurt him! But it's not like you had anywhere special to go, so… you realized you probably should explain yourself.

"Yes." you answered quietly.

Sanji let out a deep sigh, and he moved so that he could grab both your arms. Gently, he pulled you away from him to stare into your eyes. He gasped when he saw you actually were crying. You sniffled and frowned at him, brows furrowed together in dismay as you waited for him to speak. It was as if he instantly knew. As soon as Sanji spoke, he was referring to the current status of your relationship.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you, my angel?"

"No!" you responded immediately, "No… you've been perfect. I just…" Sanji leaned forward, using his finger to gently wipe the tears collecting at your lower eyelid. It was cheesy, it was cute, it was freaking great! You grabbed his hand and turned your head from him.

"This!" you squeezed his hand, "This… stuff you do. I can't keep lying to myself anymore."

Were you making sense? It was all garbled. You finally let go of Sanji's hand, only to have him move his hands to the base of where your jaw met your neck. He tilted your head upwards to look at him. You knew you were making no sense, but Sanji stayed calm and cool.

"What do you mean? You know you can tell me anything."

You let out a sigh, mustering up the courage to look him straight in the eye.

"Look, I really, really like you. I said no strings attached… but I changed my mind. I want more. I want us to go on a date. I want us to actually be together."

With that you snapped your eyes shut, fearing of how he might respond. Would he be okay with that? This man who craved any woman? You waited for what seemed like an eternity, but when you felt his hand cup the side of your face and motion you to look up at him… you realized there was such a look in his eyes that was indescribable.

"I would love nothing more than to be yours."

A smile lit up your tear-stricken face as you clapped your hands over his - still gently caressing your face, "Really?"

Sanji gently pulled your face closer, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Really."

There was a pause.

"What a relief!"

And Sanji gasped when you suddenly grabbed the back of his head to smash your lips against his. He melted into the kiss, but when you released him after a few seconds - he had the biggest grin. You just stared at him so sweetly, brushing a strand of his golden locks from his face as he stood in awe like a lovesick fool.

"So… can we…? You know? I mean, unless you don't want to!"

You stroked his cheek with your thumb and let out a sigh after a roll of your eyes. Oh, Sanji - the poor thing. You had him on a leash, and he worshipped the ground you walked on. As you gently grabbed his hand and led him to the door, you smirked.

"You're lucky I like you so much."

#one piece fanfiction #op x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #op fanfic #one piece x reader #mugi writes

[therobotmonster]

Meet Mrs. Natalie Nice...

Natalie is a hard worker in one of today's high-end scientific fields. Why, her boss wouldn't know where the test tubes were kept if not for her tireless efforts! Well, not quite tireless...

She's quite tired. Mrs. Nice has been burning the candle at both ends to impress the boss, and she's about to make a terrible mistake because of it.

Can you spot the mistake Mrs. Nice is making?

That's right! Carelessness in the workplace has consequences!

That wasn't coffee! (good) Coffee doesn't glow green!

Whoopsie! Now Mrs Nice is Mrs. Naughty...lus! Nautilus.

And Mrs. Nautilus is not happy!

By not watching what she was doing Natalie has wasted her whole lunch break turning herself into an abomination of science. All without noting dosage, temperature, and other important factors, not to mention completely circumventing the double blind protocol. Her data is completely invalid for the larger project.

Don't be a Mrs. Nautilus, be a Mrs. Nice! Remember:

Take regular breaks, get plenty of rest, and-

-If the Goo's Alight, it's Not alright!

Drinking glowing goo is the 1% cause of monsterism in adults ages 18-35, please science responsibly, a message from your friends at Cocytus Comics.

Each pic used a different prompt around the basic format of:

Secretary with a bob-haircut, redhead, green blouse and pearls, , , comic panel by Jack Kirby and Alex Toth, 1968, in the style of 60s Marvel

a secretary with lavender skin, tentacles for hair, , , comic panel by jack kirby and alex toth, 1968, in the style of 60s marvel

#Mrs. Nautilus & Mrs. Nice #tyrannomax #coctyus comics #ai assisted art #ai edits #dall-e 3 #unreality #generative art #workplace safety #monsterism #octopus #cephalopod #mutation

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || ten

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(10/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; oral sex; past references to SA

Word Count: 3,070+

~

     You hadn’t been shopping in such a long time. Sure, whenever one of your online dates told you the attire was formal or business casual, you’d go out and buy the one thing that would complete the outfit. A sweater, a necklace, heels. This, however, was a different ordeal.

You needed a new dress, preferably one of holiday color, and accessories to go with it. You debated skipping the most expensive store on the block because of your wild imagination concocting a scene of you, a pretty woman, being thrown out. It had never happened before and it certainly wouldn’t happen now, especially in today’s climate.

Still, you were trying to find a reason not to spend money in that store.

Because the red dress on display was absolutely the dress of your dreams.

“Oh, shoot. I was going to buy that.”

You turned to the woman who had crept up beside you—the spy who had crept up beside you. “Sucks.”

Natasha’s smile split into a comical, incredulous one. Pure, unlike anything you’ve seen on the former Russian spy. “And the bite has come out.”

You rolled your eyes. “You Avengers have been pissing me off lately. In particular, the blond hunk.”

“He is a blond hunk, huh?”

“He may piss me off, but I won’t ignore the fact that he’s handsome.”

She nodded, agreeing. “So, you going to get the dress?”

“My bank account says no but my heart yearns.”

Natasha chuckled, going to catch the door as someone exited. She motioned at you to enter. You obliged, realizing there was no turning back now. The dress had you by the throat.

“I’ll be looking in the back for mine. Meet me in the dressing rooms when you’re ready,” she told you, walking to the back of the store like she owned the place. And perhaps she did, considering about five different women dropped what they were originally focused on to assist her.

“Can I help you?” one of the attendants asked, her glasses slipping down her nose.

“Could I try on that dress that’s on the mannequin?” you smiled shyly, telling her your dress size afterward. She scurried away, allowing you to find comfort on one of the giant sofas they had for customers.

The dresses all varied by occasion. Some looked like prom dresses, others more formal, some even resembling wedding dresses. The last time you had visited a place like this was for your fourth date ever, and Lainey had chosen all your dresses for you. Even offered to split the bill on your favorite. You had chosen a gorgeous, blue silk dress that had ended up ripped on your date’s floor by the end of the night. Lainey had only laughed, stitching it up after you got home. It’s still hanging at the back of your closet.

You debated wearing that one, but it wasn’t holiday appropriate. Maybe with some long, white gloves and diamonds. But this red dress was more festive, more relevant.

“Here you are!” the attendant announced, carrying the dress in her arms. “Third door on your left. I’ll be over there in a second.”

You took the dress from her, marveling at the velvet fabric. Perfect for the weather, too.

Locking yourself into one of the dressing rooms, you put the dress on as slowly as possible as to not accidentally rip a thread. The minute everything was where it was supposed to be, you slipped on the heels you brought with you, balancing on the wall for a second.

Lainey would have stolen this dress from you, absolutely.

It hugged you perfectly. The soft velvet brushed against your skin flawlessly, no itch and no weird folds. It was warm enough that it would keep you warm inside the compound. The dress had long sleeves ending in a diamond shape, as did the collar. When it reached your hips, the fabric loosened and draped down your legs. Non-suffocating, breezy, and exactly your size. You turned to see the back, eyes widening at how good your ass looked.

You accepted the compliments from the attendant, blushing as her praise started getting louder and louder. Then Natasha rounded the corner, and blew your breath away.

“You look so pretty,” you said honestly.

Natasha blushed pink, smoothing down the fabric at her stomach. Her dress also had sleeves, but they were flowing instead of tight like yours. Like one of those Renaissance dresses. A small voice in your head said you two should switch.

But the Black Widow, even if black and red were her colors, looked more… Real, in blue.

“I’ve never been called pretty in my life.”

You blinked at her. “What?”

“It’s always gorgeous or beautiful. Never pretty,” she said. Then, with a hint of a smile, “I like it better.”

“Well, blue looks really good on you.”

“And red looks amazing on you,” she complimented. You twirled in a tiny circle, earning a chuckle from her. The two of you met in front of the same mirror, modeling the dresses from all angles. Like two best friends on a shopping spree.

A sudden wave of nostalgia washed over you, lighting your heart on fire. In that moment, the realization hit.

You had been so lonely. You are so lonely. Natasha wasn’t even on a friend basis with you, possibly not ever, and yet this felt natural. A much needed feeling. A feeling your soul had been craving since Lainey died.

“It might not be my place, but I am an expert at sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You snorted, “Honestly, same.”

“What did you do to make him feel… safe again?” she asked, her face honest.

“What do you mean?”

Then, while looking at her feet in the mirror, she admitted, “He carried me out.”

“You mean, the other day?”

“He dug me out and carried me to the plane. All the way. For more than just a few seconds.”

Bucky hadn’t mentioned that the other day. And if what she was saying is true, Bucky had accomplished something massive. He was comfortable touching you, sure, but touching other people? You hadn’t explored those experiments yet. You always assumed you’d get a willing participant to practice with you two. Not in a sexual way, of course.

Just… Having Bucky learn how to shake someone else’s hand other than yours.

You shrugged, flustered. “I haven’t done much.”

Natasha scoffed softly, “Sure. He used to cry when our hands brushed during training.” Then, “And he’s smiling more. Yesterday he stayed and had a whole conversation with Clint while he was polishing his bows.”

He was accomplishing all this on his own. Joy and pride encased your heart, warming it a few degrees.

“Bucky just wants peace. The feel of it. Fuzzy blankets, cinnamon, greenery.”

“Yeah, but there’s more to it.”

You didn’t have a response that didn’t directly incriminate Bucky and your naughty time spent together, so you simply nodded.

“So, what would you recommend I do to strengthen our friendship?”

You didn’t know if she was asking for herself, or for a certain blonde Captain.

“He likes jokes. But only when it’s obvious that they’re jokes.”

Her smirk grew as she realized what you meant. “I have to work on being less serious.”

“Try being more open.”

She clicked her tongue, “Difficult, but possible.”

She turned back toward the dressing rooms, giving a quick jut of the head toward the attendant that said she was buying the dress.

Natasha gently called over a shoulder, “Get the dress. Trust me. I hope to see you Saturday.”

~

    The one thing you didn’t expect to happen when you walked into Bucky’s apartment was to have him catapult off the couch, nearly tripping over Axel, and smashing a rough kiss to your mouth.

You immediately responded, opening your mouth as you tilted your head, swallowing his sounds of greed. You initially believed that after kissing you once, it would take a lot for him to kiss you again. More steps in between. But Bucky kissed you like he had been kissing you for eighty plus years, since the 40s, since your souls were nothing but specks in the universe.

“I want to taste you,” he sighed, moving you backward until your back hit the wall. You moaned at the impact, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You didn’t pull, you didn’t brush your fingers against the base of his neck. Your touch was careful, calculated. You thanked whatever entity that allowed you to keep your common sense during a time like this.

Bucky received your touch with gentle moans here and there, his hands grasping at your clothing, as if desperate to tear them off. He stripped your heavy layers one by one, asking you each time he moved on to the next. And everytime you responded with an eager yes, nodding like mad and hoping he’d let you remove his layers as well. He stripped himself of his shirt, answering your siren call of a moan, and paused before he went back to attacking your neck. You took him in for the first time, studying his muscles and his permanent marks. The story of his life, written in his skin.

“I want to taste you,” he repeated, his blush spreading to his collarbones.

“Do you mean—?”

“Yes.”

You whimpered in response, going to grab his shoulders. But Bucky scooped you up, maneuvered your legs around his waist, and walked you to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed on Axel, the dog’s grumble of annoyance falling on deaf ears.

Laying you on the edge of his bed, Bucky kneeled before you. He dragged you forward, spreading your legs until he could fit in between. He looked calm, in tune with his body, almost in a trance.

“You with me?” you checked, swiping a strand of hair from his forehead.

He kissed a trail from your inner knee to mid-thigh, breathing faster. “I’m trying to go slow.”

“Do you need to stop?”

He groaned, his tongue poking out to lick a line against your soft skin. “I’m trying really hard to go slow because I can’t promise I won’t completely devour you. Half of me wants to taste you and bury my face in your warm pussy, while the other half wants to plunge my cock into you over and over until you come with a scream so loud everyone in the compound hears.”

Your breath stuttered, the suddenness of it actually hurting your chest. “No half wants to stop?”

He chuckled against you, his hot breath fanning your clothed center. “Fuck, no.”

It wasn’t an invitation to suddenly ignore his signs. If he started to turn his shoulders inward, if his face suddenly went blank, or tears started to fall, you had to notice. You had to be aware that these things could still happen. Being verbal was perhaps the best thing that Bucky could be. You just didn’t think it would translate into some of the most toe-curling dirty talk you had ever heard.

His fingers dipped into the waistband of your underwear, a pair you had purposely chosen with care this morning. You doubted Bucky cared what underwear you wore, or if you wore any at all. He snapped his glossy eyes up, swallowing in anticipation. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

He took them off quickly, careful not to tangle your toes within the fabric. He spread your legs even wider and threw your legs over his shoulders. “Talk to me while I do this, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed, instantly cut off by your own moan as Bucky’s lips met your wet ones. He sucked, sinking in the feeling, starting off neutral. Then an experimental swipe of his tongue had you writhing awkwardly.

“Like that,” you moaned, clutching at the bedsheets. For this first time until you talked about it, you’d grab at anything besides his hair. Roughness was not what he needed. “Just like that!”

His mouth closed over your clit, nearly sending you from his strong grip.

“When you’re alone,” he started, licking one long swipe up. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

You whimpered, “Of course I have. I bet you’re picturing it.”

“Bring your hand over here.”

You lifted your left, letting him guide it to your lower half. He moved your fingers through the wetness. “Touch yourself for me.”

You wanted nothing more than his lips back on you. But being watched as you pleasured yourself was an undeniable weakness, twisting something in your stomach to near completion. A thin layer of sweat coated your skin, shining on your chest. By all accounts, you looked amazing. You were still wearing your bra, but you figured Bucky would remove it if he wanted to. Knowing how good you looked encouraged your greedy hands, however. You moved your fingers the same way you did whenever you were alone, flicking at special corners and pinching your clit when needed. For a second, you forgot that Bucky had every intention of finishing you off himself.

You lifted your head, your legs still splayed over his shoulders, and saw him watching your moving hand. Eyebrows scrunched, seemingly concentrated, marveling at what was laid out before him. Studying. Taking notes for later.

Then you saw his flesh arm moving, back and forth, the endgame hidden from your view. You groaned, simply imagining what his cock must look like, and prayed that after he got you off he would let you put his cock in your mouth.

“Do you like watching me fuck myself, Bucky?” Your voice was tastefully clipped, higher than usual.

A muscle in his jaw clenched at the same time his hand did something delectable to himself. He closed his eyes softly, sucking in a long breath.

“I fucking love it.” Then, “How badly do you want to come?”

You rubbed your clit faster, your legs threatening to close. Bucky noticed this, his dark chuckle enough of an answer. “I want to come so bad.”

“How badly do you want my cock?”

You licked your lips, hoping he would understand the secret, but painfully obvious message you were trying to relay.

“I want you so badly,” you admitted, looking him directly in the eyes. Those beautiful, glossy blue eyes. “I want you to pleasure me for hours, and when you’re close, I want you to come inside me. I want you to look at me as you come.”

He moved you so quickly you barely registered being shoved up the bed. Your legs were still balanced on his strong shoulders, but you were bent in half. Your feet dangled in the air as Bucky devoured you once again, sucking and licking like a professional. You screamed as the delicious feeling washed over you, making your thighs vibrate. You threw your head back, screaming Bucky’s name with as much delight as you could muster. Anything to let him know he finished and did a good job.

Once the feeling dwindled to fogginess, Bucky lowered your legs onto the mattress. He immediately clutched at his clothed cock, his face contorting with discomfort.

“Can I?” you asked, licking your lips again.

Bucky hesitated, looking from you to his lower half. After a few teasing seconds, Bucky nodded. He moved to lay on his back, eyeing you as you moved to hover him.

“This okay?”

Bucky gulped a breath, but didn’t throw you off. You shimmied down until your face was in front of his cock, then another nod of his head gave you the permission to lower his sweatpants.

You knew he was massive, but you had painted a very dull picture in your head. Cocks weren’t inherently pretty, but his was. The same color of his toned stomach, veins curving around the girth, and a pretty pink tip. Though, by how close he was, the tip was redder than ever.

“Ready?” you said, wrapping a warm and steady around him. His hips shot off the mattress, but his hands remained at his sides. Clutching at the sheets similar to how you did. He clenched his eyes shut, baring his naked throat at you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his mouth parting. “Yes, please.”

“Well, because you asked so nicely.”

That invisible entity you had been praying to received another blessed praise the moment you tasted him. Not too salty, clean, and just the right amount of pre-come.

You worked him up and down, swallowing as much as you were able, using your fist for what you couldn’t fit. When you traveled up, you made sure to lick his dripping slit, to suck his tip like the expert you were.

Bucky wasn’t silent. Nowhere close to it. He panted and groaned with every suck, whined when your saliva began to drip from the corners of your mouth, and practically screamed when you clenched your throat.  

“Where do you want to come?”

Bucky answered quickly, “Not on your face. Never on your face.”

You refused to dwell on that comment. You moved off him and laid back down, letting him climb back on top of you to finish himself off. He worked his cock until his stomach clenched, then he spilled onto your stomach and lower half. He gripped the headboard with his metal hand, splintering the wood.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. When he was sober and neutral, he had a certain wonder attached to his presence. When he was flustered and drunk with pleasure, he had a carnal and divine look to him. Jaw falling slack, hooded eyes, those angelic strands of loose hair framing his soft cheeks.

It was safe to say, as Bucky Barnes unleashed himself upon your skin and in turn showed you his most vulnerable side, you felt as if you would die for him.

He fell beside you, chuckling as the lavender haze overtook him as well. “Let’s do that again.”

You went to eagerly accept, but a voice interrupted, cutting through the moment.

“I’ve taken the liberty of making your walls extra soundproof, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Was that God?” you asked, sitting up as you inspected the ceiling.

Bucky rubbed a hand down his face. “Don’t give Jarvis a complex.”

“Too late, Sergeant Barnes. Have a delightful second round.”

~

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x y/n #captainsimagines #by Moni #pretty woman au #holiday fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes smut

[fabrixiopineda]

Something that happened to me with Pixel Zoo Animation Studios. (ANTI LOST MEDIA)

Hello, today I am going to tell you something that happened to me with Pixel Zoo Animation Studios: This all started in April 2023, when I asked the studio to pass me the Heroes Of Goo Jit Zu Rigs, but they denied me, then on May 2, 2023, I tried to contact someone from the series, and that was Angus Marlow, and since I didn't receive it very well, he told me that they had blocked my emails and contacts, and threatened me with legal action if I continued contacting anyone else. Then I tried to ask for help from other animation studios I found, but without any response. So I decided to publish a post on 4chan on June 20, 2023 in the /co/ Comics & Cartoons forum, but with less than favorable results. So later I decided to post on the franchise's Reddit sub forum to post my situation. Until I receive an email from a certain Pix El’Zoo on July 27, 2023, notifying me that Pixel Zoo had “burned down” and to contact other studios like Bang Zoom! Entertainment and ALOPRA, but to no avail. So I began to suspect that it was trolling, and I commented on my case on the Reddit forum. In addition to that, I posted a Change.org petition on the forum on September 5, 2023 and received a response from a user letting me know that he knows someone who made those Rigs, and that he should contact me. He asked me for the specs of my PC, told me it doesn't meet the standards to run the Rigs, and said get me a new PC.

#animation #heroes of goo jit zu #pixel zoo animation studios #moose toys #brisbane animation #anecdote #anti lost media #autism #asperger syndrome

[moosemonstrous]

Inspired by @cicada-candy's brilliant comic 🥰 surround sound screaming coming later down the timeline tho 😶‍🌫️

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - foreign substance detected

He is… running. He has no idea where to, only that he has to keep going, the rage in his chest writing over the pain in his useless right arm. The corridor is familiar – it’s the hangar access. Robbie walked it for the first time, or the first time he can remember, only–

It feels like only a few hours ago, but time seems stretchy, inconsistent. He turns to aim a shot over his shoulder, hits one of the pursuing men square in the face – pure luck, Robbie isn’t left-handed, he’s never even held a gun before, why does he have a gun? Why are they chasing him? Doesn’t matter, he has to– he has to get to The Charger.

A sequence skips; he’s in the elevator up to the Conn-Pod. (What? There is no elevator, only stairs.) He can barely stand, blood pooling on the floor at his feet. Just a few more seconds. The pain is unbearable and he screams, kicks at the wall and that just makes it worse – he didn’t even realise he got hit in the thigh, too. He feels his eyes water, squeezes them shut just for a second – he’s not going to cry. No time to be a baby about a couple of scratches.

Opening the hatch is a two-arm job. That’s going to hurt. He throws his pistol down the walkway, hears it scatter away as more and more shouts join his pursuers. The techs will be trying to disconnect the power from the cockpit – but he’s faster than them, he’s done it a hundred times now. The whole set-up is still in place, still sizzling with the demon’s blood. Nobody had the balls to try and clean it up yet. All the better. Saves him having to hot-wire Pons into his spinal clamp.

Activating drift sequence, the AI drones. His HUD is cracked, covered in the black goo. Pilot One absent. Abort–

“Override code six-zero-zero-two-eight-five,” he barks. His voice is different, deeper. Older.

Override authorised. Relay gel deployed. Thank-fucking-God he didn’t bother doffing the drivesuit. Of all the things to be buried in–

No. He’s not going to die here. Engaging emergency connection protocol. Pilot confirm: yes/no. “Yes, damn it!” Stand by. Emergency connection in three, two, one–

Something drips on his face from the crack in the helmet. It’s not relay gel. The demon blood burns on contact. Beto’s arms will be–

Nothing. They won’t be anything, anymore. The drift feels like a vice around his temples without someone to share the load – Robbie thinks he might be screaming, but it doesn’t matter. He’s got control. When he lifts his arm, The Charger moves with him – and down on the people coming up the walkway. Soldiers, techs, it doesn’t matter. He has a date with the LOCCENT overlook, and it doesn’t matter how many fuckers he will have to crush to get there, to get to–

The burn spreads over the whole right side of his face, sharp and blinding. Doesn’t matter. The concrete cracks under The Charger’s feet when he steps forward, but the reactor is tripping up, making his movements stutter on relay. “Reactor status,” he calls out.

Foreign substance detected in the reactor core, the AI supplies in its stupid monotone. It sounds even slower than usual. Urgent maintenance recommended. Power levels at six percent.

Shit. He’s not going far then.

Doesn’t matter. Six percent is plenty to charge the shoulder cannon. He might not get to feel Ivanov’s spine snap in his jaeger’s hand, but he sure as hell will melt it as a second choice.

Shoulder cannon deployed. Confirm target.

He nearly misses it, the tiniest of movements from this high – ants crawling through the quarters access, and amongst them that stupid little suit. It’s too late to move, but he has enough power for two more shots, and it’s not like Rasmussen and the rest of the cunts on the bridge crew don’t have their own coming, either–

The Charger is unstable, the right leg damaged. It wobbles from the kickback. Robbie has to put his spine into remaining upright, nobody to balance him, but the top of the dome is now just a smoking ruin and falling debris. More and more parts light up in red on the HUD. Fuck this. He’s getting revenge if he has to tear the whole base apart. He survived this far. He’s not going to die here.

“Full power to shoulder cannon,” he commands, and turns The Charger to aim at the wall, towards the living quarters. The joints creak like they’re about to break apart.

Request denied.

“What?! Override code–“

Request denied. Message incoming.

“Cancel! Full power to cannon, now!”

Request–

The AI fizzles out, tripping over the q several times before going dead. His HUD flickers, like it wasn’t hard enough to see through the demon blood, fucking useless–

“Robbie!”

What? The pressure in his temples spikes dramatically. Blood pours down from his nose, and he tastes copper at the back of his throat. It doesn’t matter. He screams, forcing The Charger another step along, then another. He will get there, he will get that cannon working, he will drop it on those fucking traitors if that’s what it takes–

“Robbie-Robbie, wake up!”

Gabe.

Robbie sits up in the bed – no, a cot, where the hell is he? Medical. He’s in medical, he was– fuck, he can’t catch his breath, but that doesn’t matter. Gabe has his hands clasped around his ears, and he’s crying, and what the hell was that about?

You tell me.

“Gabe,” he rasps. There’s someone– a nurse. She’s got both hands on the back of Gabe’s chair, ready to wheel him out. “Gabe, what–?”

“Loud,” his brother sobs. “You screamed loud, I hate loud noises, are you okay?”

 “I think Robbie needs a minute,” the nurse says, but Gabe releases his ears to grab Robbie’s half-outstretched arm.

“No, stay! Robbie, are you–“

“I’m okay,” he squeezes Gabe’s hand. His heart is pounding like he just ran a mile, but he has to keep it together – Gabe is calming down, his thumb running up and down Robbie’s, but he still looks a little shaky. He lets Robbie gather him up in a hug. “I’m okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouted.”

“We’ll see about okay,” the nurse mutters. Robbie scowls at her over his brother’s head. “You really need to stop moving, Mr Reyes, your neck is–“

There’s still a brace around his neck. Through the haze of the weird – weird – nightmare, Robbie remembers how impossible it felt to move last time he was awake. The doctor said healing will take a few days… but he feels fine. Maybe they were overreacting. “I feel better. What time is it?”

“Time for you to lie back down, now!”

Gabe doesn’t let go of his hand. Robbie is grateful the nurse doesn’t make him, even when it makes it a little awkward to get around the cot to check the readings on the cot’s panel. She’s pretty good at describing what she’s doing, too – have they been doing it for a while? How long was he out, this time? Shouldn’t Gabe be–

“Quit it,” the nurse threatens cheerfully when the soft beeping of the oximeter picks up in speed. “Deep breaths. Your readings are fine, I suppose you had a nightmare?”

“…Yeah.”

“Bad dreams are the worst,” Gabe squeezes his hand again. “Was it about the demon?”

Uh, no. Rude twerp.

Robbie swallows. “Yeah. Just a bad dream.”

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #eli morrow #hello gabe how do i shield you from trauma #yes he should be in school no robbie it's not your priority right now

[youphoriaot7]

QSMP RECAP : DAY 201 (10/9)

PAC found the picture of richas

PAC found a locked chest with the interviews fred did

PAC made a copy of bbh’s interview to keep, and changed the one in the chest (changed status to “suspect” and omitted the update of his innocence)

PAC found a new room in walter-bob’s house (under is a better word; there’s a chest down there but it’s behind protected bars)

PAC finished off the favela xp farm

PIERRE found a book about federation water quality in a hidden room under the vineyard (as well as some…puzzles?)

PIERRE found a book that noted that the federation have moved facilities (again)

PIERRE questioned fred about his surgery report. fred did not remember writing it.

PIERRE threatened tubbo, and fred admitted to writing the report. fred said the report was written for good purposes, and that cucurucho has a special place in his heart for pierre. (i don’t know what to think about that.)

FOREVER left pac a message in case he gets kidnapped

FOREVER’s office got forcefully searched??

FOREVER met with cucurucho in an area behind the freezers in the jaidens’ dungeon

FOREVER got a mission from cucurucho to investigate the nether for the eggs/about the black concrete

FOREVER went to the nether. he found walter-bob there too, who was surprised to see him. walter-bob told him someone must have activated protocol ab, even though it wasn’t supposed to be activated. forever then received a cutscene reading “you shouldn’t be here, mr. president” before getting kicked from the server with the message “THIS HAS JUST BEGUN.”

the codes took ETOILES’ book! no response yet.

PHILZA, PIERRE, and BAGHERA found the block outside of the nether portal, quickly coming to the conclusion that forever went through

FOREVER had a bunch of codes at the end of his stream—here’s some translations courtesy of cellbit’s discord (nossos heróis)!

ROIER rolled the dice! he won. (ticket #0011)

BBH found a book with coordinates near the black concrete in his house (i think?)

BBH, PIERRE, BAGI, and BAGHERA found a comic strip in an old jungle temple-esque thing!

ROIER and ETOILES had a stick fight (etoiles won!)

BBH told foolish he’s colorblind. (foolish already knew this.)

SLIME rolled the dice! he won. (ticket #0012 + goo and gunk)

SLIME, ROIER, and FOOLISH attempted to burn their tickets multiple times (the admins gave them back immediately)

SLIME did tasks with (code!)juanaflippa

#as always feel free to add on in the rbs/tags! #qsmp #qsmp recap #qsmp pac #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp pierre #qsmp fred #qsmp forever #qsmp cucurucho #the federation are evil #00100001 #ev;hatch #pl;worse #qsmp bbh #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp roier #qsmp philza #qsmp etoiles #qsmp aypierre #qsmp baghera #qsmp bagi #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp foolish

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hii!! I was wondering if u could do a scenario where you win some sort of contest/fight against lookism characters and brag abt it to everyone only to find out they let u win on purpose when u see the them beating people even better than you ( its ok if u dont want to tho!!)

Thank you for the ask! And a chance for me to demonstrate my shitty ✨imagination✨

Oof I feel like I need some context to make this work. But first off, no chance they would let you win:

Zack: under strict orders from Mira and you're not worth a fight sorry. Unless... what illegal stuff have you been up to?! Maybe he SHOULD beat you up

Samuel: have you seen the size of his inferiority complex

Goo: you could probably give him all the money in the world and he would still beat your ass

Gun: lol

And then the scenario where they like/know you well enough/ have a reason to let you win THEN seeing them beat everyone up..

... and I don't want to actually beat any of these guys up 😔 so gotta go with J High, my number 1 cinnamon roll VASCO

(I might have twisted this ask a little. I don't do well with too much freedom. Everything WILL turn into a romance)

Vasco - the strongest Cinnamon Roll

Sometimes you can't believe this place is a high school

You can go weeks or months without seeing some of your friends, and then suddenly they pop up like nothing has happened

"Vasco!? Where have you been"

"Fighting some bad guys"

"... ok"

Seriously.. this idiot (affectionately)

And dont even get you started on the teachers

You're not really sure how you've been adopted as an honorary Burn Knuckle member

You used to hang out more with your own Comics + Animation dept. Since Logan Lee joined though, the vibe has changed for the worse

The Burn Knuckles looked a fearsome bunch, but the first time you heard "if we can't protect, we're not burn knuckles" you melted

And then there's Vasco who you've grown close with

Zack Lee might be right and this guy can be a fool, yet you can't help having a soft spot for him

You thought lunch break was lunch break

And you went to the Architect classroom to check out what the guys were doing

Maybe to grab some food with them

To find everyone in the middle of arm wrestling each other

of course that's what these gremlins would be doing during lunch

You sought out Vasco like you usually do, and surprisingly found him sitting alone in the corner

No one acknowledged him, too busy with their own matches

You had always heard about his strength...

But really, how strong could he be? Isn't he just a 17 year old guy?

He's always been pretty sweet and gentle with you...

Does no one want to fight their leader because he'll lose?

"Hey Vasco, you and me let's go"

You caught him off guard, and Jace who was wrestling nearby looked over in shock and promptly lost his match

"H-hey wait a minute!" Vasco was looking more panicked by the second "I don't want to hurt you"

"If you're scared you're going to lose, just say so"

You're not sure where this bravado came from but either way you trusted that he wouldn't harm you accidentally or otherwise

(This guy's phone background was a puppy for god sake, what harm could he actually do)

"If you're sure..."

You sat down on the other side of the desk, and clasped his hand

Vasco cheeks turned a light pink

"Hey come closer Euntae, this isn't fair. I can barely reach you"

He scooted closer and your knees were touching under the table

Vasco's whole face was turning a not-so-light pink

Jace was watching closely. He was pretty sure any closer - Vasco might have a heart attack

You leaned in close "ok after 3... 1, 2 -"

"AHHH I CAN'T TAKE IT" Vasco jumped up and ran out the room, with Jace chasing after him

Everyone turned towards you, wondering what the hell you did to their leader

"Hey, I technically won that!"

"He's too much of a coward to even face me"

"Shame Vasco's pretty weak, does this mean I'm the new head of Burn Knuckles?"

You KNOW you shouldn't be out clubbing, you were underaged after all

But you've seen and heard so much about it that you jumped at the opportunity of going

And honestly? Really not all it's cracked up to be

The music was too loud, floor too sticky

You nearly drained your bank account on 1 overpriced drink that didn't even taste good

This was meant to be Club Vivi - the best Seoul had to offer and the night was turning out to be a bust

"Hey! Look over there!"

You heard a commotion somewhere on the dancefloor, and got swept up by the crowd moving closer to watch what turned out to be a pretty brutal fight

"These idiots have 1 drop to drink and they think they're it" you thought when-

Hold on - isn't that?

Wait it is

VASCO!

Why are you topless Vasco?!

And holy shit beating the hell out of everyone

What the fuck HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG?

Did you just beat up that guy with a 60yr old face?!

Is that guy actually 60? Why you going around beating up old people

oh my god you knocked out this seCURITY GUY TOO!

I can't hear you - what was that about 500 won?!

Now that you think about it, you could never quite work out what happened that time with the arm wrestling

You were too smug about your technical win to follow up

Now after seeing Vasco take on at least half of the staff at Club Vivi, you were pretty sure he could have snapped your arm clean off if he really wanted to

But hey, it was nice to catch up outside the club. He even offered you some fishcakes in exchange for 500 won

I dunno how to end this lol

#vasco long hair supremacy #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism headcanons #euntae lee #vasco #vasco x reader #lookism fanfics #wannaeatramyeon

[jarenka]

Overall I have a pretty difficult relationship with writing fics. I fell like stories I want to tell are better be told in a fic format. It's my "basic" medium. For example let's talk about post-ROTJ AU. In comic strips I can draw all across the timeline without thinking about having a cohesive story (it's an advantage against fic), but in the same time it is a very limiting type of storytelling. I can't talk about any serious topics in comic strips, I can't show really heartfelt moments. I can't give nuanced characterisation to my characters. Even my OCs I invented for fic just don't work in comic strip format.

In the same time I there is a thought that always stops me from investing my time in writing fic. I don't believe that there will be enough people who will read that fic. Is there a reason to write all these things I can't draw if barely anybody will read it? I know that everyone will say that I should write whatever I want and don't care about other people. Tbh all "you don't need feedback you should write for yourself" discourse only gave me insecurities. I feel like I am not a true creative person because I want feedback and feel burned out when I don't see other people being interested in the things I do. I envy (not in he bad way) people who can get their audience really invested in their fics abs questions about it and so on.

I don't have this problem with drawings because I get feedback. But each time I part of fic under my pic it's just make post flop. It usually have significantly lesser notes that other my posts done in the same time. Time-travel AU made relatively goos here on Tumblr but on AO3 I got few comments after I complained here and comment section went dead after it.

Also I feel like I just don't write good enough to get feedback. I don't deserve it. I can't convey everything I want through the fic.

It's a vicious cycle.

I don't get feedback - I write something about it - I get a bit of feedback - I feel like I guilt-tripped readers into giving feedback and a lot of other readers find me cringe and needy - I understand that I will do it again because I can't get feedback in a normal way.

Sorry for a long rant.

[murderthecrowreforged]

- The STAB System: Reforged! -

All life carries a piece of the Burning Core's Gift on them. From the Hoodlites to the Humans who forged it out of the soil. This is, The STAB

The world of Kingshaven functions solely by the very obelisk that powers the life around it. A simple rule of understanding the laws of matter. While the world may call it; The States of Matter. The Havenites called it; The STAB (Short for; Stan, Tide, Ange and Bolt)

The STAB is the physical embodiment of material that can affect the world at large and is harnessed by the Hoodlites and other beings of The Burning Core. Each being has one Burning Core and one ability. Their abilities each have a certain color and their effects are as addressed;-

Stan (Solid) - Cubes that is similar to crystals. They are a lot tougher to break and they act as bricks the user can build.

Tide (Liquid) - Blast of liquid that is similar to goo or polyester. Appearing to have a "yolk" and "white" and it cannot exist without the other.

Ange (Gas) - Spiral-like clouds that when sprayed upon, can cause irritations and knockout targets.

Bolt (Plasma) - Beam of charged energy that can break anything. Known simply as the strongest material, its also considered one of the most difficult element to capture.

- Haven Relations -

Sometime later, the early settlers of Kingshaven collected shards of The STAB as left behind from the other beings and forged their own weapons and tools to defend themselves. Each customized and personified to the wielder's personality.

These weapons have been through several changes over the ages from transformable rods to multi-purpose staffs. But it is more popularly used in; the Switch Blade. (but that's for a different topic)

From an illustration perspective, the STAB takes on a more simplified approach to its design and is illustrated in a basic way that caters more to the comical than realistic.

More will be revealed in an appointed time but that is all for now. Until the next post.

#murder the crow reforged #murder the crow #kingshaven #kingshavenacademy #burning core #the STAB #states of matter #hoodlites #the STAB system #salkites #omnibeasts #Brawnkles #solid liquid gas plasma #stan #tide #ange #bolt #solid #liquid #gas #plasma

[spaceyflowerswriting]

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

NOTES:

+ doing my best to keep things alphabetical for the categories @_@;;

+ stuff in quotes are oneshots! what comes after “ - ” is just a summary of the oneshot. anything else are headcanons :]

+ some charas have their own masterlist because i've written quite a bit for them and have a feeling i will do more in the future!

+ anything starting with…

“ ♡ ” is romantic reader insert stuff!

“ ★ ” is platonic reader insert stuff!

“ > ” are general headcanons without reader!

GENERAL …

> big deal headcanons

♡ leaning down to give reader a kiss (daniel, eli, jake, vasco, zack)

♡ having a taller, buff s/o (eli, gun, jake, johan)

♡ discovering their s/o is capable of UI (daniel, dg/james, goo, gun)

♡ having a badass s/o (daniel, dg/james, gun)

♡ admiring their muscles (eli, daniel, jake, samuel, vasco)

♡ giving 'em pecks until they ask for a kiss (daniel, jake, johan, vasco, zack)

♡ catching them crying and comforting them (eli, daniel, johan, zack)

★ meeting a skilled reader (gun, vasco)

♡ first date headcanons (jake, vasco)

> xiaolung and vivi secretly dating

CRYSTAL CHOI ...

♡ starting a relationship with her

DANIEL PARK ...

♡ going UI while his s/o is around

♡ d.. daniel UI in bed ????

♡ “warmth” - you and daniel cuddle for warmth on a cold day.

♡ “lots of love” - daniel gets rewarded by his partner for the many nice things he's done for them.

DG / JAMES LEE …

separate masterlist!

ELI JANG ...

♡ with a s/o who has adhd

♡ “soothing night” ; scenario

EUGENE ...

♡ “lucky” - eugene thinks about his favorite coworker.

GOO KIM …

♡ “dock date” - you and goo are having a date. when he leaves momentarily and comes back, he sees a guy flirting with you and isn’t very happy about it.

♡ middle schooler!goo and reader

♡ going on dates with him

♡ being betrayed by his s/o

♡ doing dumb stuff with his s/o

GUN PARK …

separate masterlist!

JACE PARK …

♡ “2 dorks” - you and jace have a painfully awkward 3 am talk over the phone.

♡ “encouraging” - jace is a nervous wreck over his blind date with you so his friends are showing support to help him feel better.

♡ “don't slip” - the ice skating date jace takes you on is interrupted by the burn knuckles gang.

JAKE KIM …

separate masterlist!

JAY HONG ...

♡ with a (feminine) s/o with adhd

JOHAN SEONG …

★/♡ simple relationship stuff

♡ “puppy love” - while on a walk, you accidentally end up losing your dog. fortunately, you eventually find your pet (and hey, there’s a handsome guy there, too).

♡ “alone with you” - you cheer your friend up with some music.

MARY KIM …

♡ “totally platonic” - you help mary find her dropped eraser. also, vin jin’s there being his bastard self.

SINU HAN …

♡ “just for you” - it’s your birthday, and sinu wants to spoil you.

VASCO ...

♡ dates with vasco in the fall

♡ relationship headcanons

♡ with a [s/o] in the comics and animation dept. who loves art

VIN JIN …

separate masterlist!

YUSEONG ...

♡ “my flower” - yuseong confesses to you.

ZACK LEE …

♡ realizing he’s in love with reader instead of mira

POLY STUFF 

♡ with zack and mira

♡ with gun and goo

♡ “silly jealousy” - your boyfriend gun's been so busy, the one time he finally has time off you make sure to spend time with him. however, in the process, your other boyfriend begins to feel quite jealous, and petty dumb shit happens.

#masterlists #lookism x reader

[theartsharki]

this is turning into a reddie confession comic and i’m not mad about it tbh……… SHOULD THERE BE A KISS AT TBE END????

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie art

[consumeronionbulletin]

See You in My 19th Life (2023)

I unabashedly love this show. The actors, the characters, the way it was shot, the convoluted dramatic plot that seems to bend back on itself, it all works for me. But you have to keep in mind that this is not a romcom: it's a weepy dramedy with big romantic feels.

What worked

This cast is so great. Beautiful people acting out big feelings while telling a good story. The cinematography was excellent, restrained when it needed to be and leaning hard into the fantasy to tell the story in other places. The plot didn't always make logic sense, but the writing was very good at getting across the feelings it wants you to feel.

What Didn't Work

Some of the musical cues bothered me, especially when it tried to play up this big mystery about Kang Min-gi. (Was he a bad guy? Yes. Did he deserve his own sinister background music when he came on screen? No.) Also, there were a few logic breaks that I feel like would have been ironed out if they'd had 16 episodes instead of 12. Finally, I'm not an expert, but people who have read the webtoon it was based on were disappointed with some of the departures from the original story. None of this bothered me, because it had so many high moments.

The Performances

Shin Hye-sun as (19th lifer) Ban Ji-eum. I would die for this character. I would love to see her play a short season of the Korean version of Doctor Who, because she would nail that role. It wasn't just the moments of a beautiful person looking sad about drama, she played the comic parts well, she played the angry parts well, she was downright weird at times in a way that was unsettling, and that totally worked for this character. I now have to go back and see everything this actor has been in before now.

Ahn Bo-hyun as (sad rich boi) Moon Seo-ha. This actor was also really good. He had to play it straight and stoic through much of the series, and that could come across as wooden in some scenes, but then they would let him loose in a scene and it was amazing to watch. His chemistry with Shin Hye-sun was so good, as well.

Ha Yoon-kyung as (spring sunshine) Yoon Cho-won. I loved her in Extraordinary Attorney Woo, and this is even better. Her best role yet. The second lead couple in this was (somewhat) less emotional, and that made the slow burn more enjoyable in some ways. But I really loved the scenes with Cho-won and Ji-eum. Just as much fun to watch as the romantic scenes.

Ahn Dong-goo as (the driver) Ha Do-yoon. Somehow, this guy had to be more stoic than Ahn Bo-hyun's character, which made the moments when the emotions leaked out of him even more electric. I wish we'd had a few more episodes to get some happy romantic moments towards the end of the series, but he was still great to watch on screen and did an excellent job.

Cha Chung-hwa as (the niece) Kim Ae-kyung. She was good in Hometown Cha x 3, but I would riot if something bad happened to her character in this drama. Did I riot? Watch and find out!

Lee Si-woo as (the little brother) Ha Do-jin. A delightful character played really well by Lee Si-woo. It was always a fun scene when he showed up.

Lee Chae-min as (one weird guy) Kang Min-gi. I always felt unsettled when this guy was in a scene. In case you had doubts about the guy, he had creepy music following him around the entire series, but the actor didn't really need it.

Kang Myung-joo as (the sad mother) Jo Yoo-seon. I really loved her performances even though they were usually the saddest scenes. She had so few lines, and managed to do alot with them.

Bae Hae-sun as (evil stepmom) Jang Yeon-ok. I especially disliked her. The actor did a great job of playing a shameless, entitled backstabber. Nice to see her get a bigger role (liked her in It's okay to not be okay), even if it is as someone not very nice.

Baek Seung-cheol as (all time bad dad) Ban Hak-su. I hated this character so much, which shows the actor did a great job.

Moon Dong-hyuk as (bad brother) Ban Dong-woo. I loathed and pitied this character, overall another good performance.

Kim Si-a as (the 18th lifer) Yoon Joo-won. She did a very good job in some tough scenes. I'm always amazed at how good some of these young actors are.

Park So-yi as (the young 19th lifer) Ban Ji-eum. Very good in the episodes she showed up. Was fun seeing her onscreen opposite Ahn Bo-hyun.

Lee Han-na as (mystery girl) Han-na. They should have done more with this character or figured out how to do without her completely. They just didn't have the episode time to do her justice. Overall, an okay actor that was completely overshadowed by the other actors.

Seo-ha's Family. I'm usually indifferent to chaebol corporate nonsense, but the actors did an excellent job of making you feel like part of the family. A terrible family, that treated Seo-ha terribly. The uncle (played by Lee Hae-young) was a standout, but they were all good in their own way, including the step-brother.

The past lives. I really enjoyed the different past lives. They didn't always have alot of lines, but they still made you feel something as you got little snapshots of harrowing moments in their lives.

The bad rich boy society guys. Honorable mention. I didn't always know their names, but every scene where they mistreated Ha Do-yoon's character was still infuriating, and that was on the actors as much as the writing.

TL;DR

This show is something special. I highly recommend it if you have any kind of interest in the premise. I will definitely be rewatching it.

#my kdrama notes #see you in my 19th life #i love this so much #love this

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2022

I didn't read a lot of books, or write a lot of fic, or even watch a lot of TV, but I did play a lot of video games!

my real life is a bit of a controlled mess right now, this year I had a medical procedure and a minor breakdown and moved suddenly because covid malfeasance in the city terrified me and I think I need to be with family right now after we've had several family deaths over the years. one day I'd like to move back there but only when I can afford to live alone, which is definitely not in the cards any time soon with how the rental market is looking.

I am proud that I started posting and finished Tides, Receding this year. because I started writing it... three years ago? oh god I just looked it up and it was Feb 2020 that I made the post that ended up spawning the fic. and I told myself 2022 was the year I'd get it done, it's been sitting in my lap too long, and I did it. (party horn noise)

anyway my 2022 game list is under the cut, check it out for recs or whatever. this does not include the games i replayed, which included HZD, DAI, and FE3H, but lbr I'm always replaying those games in my heart

Puzzle games:

The Last Campfire (4/5): Play as a little... thing...? lost from its companions trying to find its way home. Some of the puzzles were a little too simple but this was a short and sweet game.

TOEM (5/5): Play as a tourist taking photos around various places and cities. perfect little photography game with cute side objectives and diverse landscapes.

Inscryption: I ended up abandoning this one during Part 2 because it just didn't hook me and I was hanging on by a thread with the creepiness as it was, but Part 1 was a lot of fun and I'd recommend it for anyone who's a fan of card games, escape rooms, horror, or Yugioh.

Unpacking (4.5/5): Unpack the protagonist's life across various moves. I loved this, my only criticism is that it was too short; I'd love more levels.

Into the Breach (4.5/5): Play as groups of time travelers trying to stop aliens from taking over several war-torn archipelagos in a turn-based combat system. the actual game (till the end credits) is great, the combat system is clear and intuitive. the story is pretty short, but progress carries over at the end cause time-travel. I could've gotten more mileage out of this one, but ultimately burned out cause I wanted to do more than just play the same levels all over again with different units.

FRAMED collection (3.5/5): I guess? for a cool concept—adjust comic panels and strips to help the characters progress through levels—it was a bit forgettable. still, nice for a few hours and probably cool for big comic fans.

Please Touch the Artwork (3/5): An abstract game that combines puzzles with modern art. Oof. I had to give some stars for effort cause I felt like the concept was cool, but I just couldn't get into this one. someone who enjoys both might like it?

Elli (3.5/5): Play as a guardian in a 3D platformer, search for gems and coins, try not to get swallowed by the time rifts. I remember really enjoying this this fall, but now that I'm writing this wrap-up, I barely remember playing it. I liked the puzzles a lot but I think it went on a little long.

Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion (4.5/5): You're a turnip. You rip up taxes in a sentient veggie world. need I say more.

Later Alligator (3.5/5): Play as an Alligator in Alligator New York City and do puzzles and solve crimes. it's adorable, it is, but I wish it was a little more forgiving; if you fuck up a puzzle, you lose so much time in an already limited day cycle.

Rain on Your Parade (4/5): Play as a cloud. Rain on people's parades, wedding days, office parties, whatever. Snow, thunder, acidic goo, you name it. go goblin mode. probably ideal for kids.

Moncage (3.5/5): solve environmental puzzles within a six-sided cube matching elements up across different sides of the cube to affect the scene. very similar to Goragoa, for the three other people who've played that game. short, beautiful, zen game, but man was it hard sometimes or I’m just an idiot. thank goodness for the hint system

Narrative games:

Heaven's Vault (3.5/5): You play as a young woman charged with tracking down a missing archaeologist across the galaxy with a robot companion. Really cool mechanic in this one where you decipher an ancient language as the main gameplay. RPG style choices set across make me want to rate it higher than I have, but some clunkiness (like not being able to revisit sites once you've left) knock it down. Someone once called this made by people who "want to bring archaeology to games but don't known how to make a game" which I agree with.

Tacoma (5/5): You explore an abandoned corporate space station trying to figure out what happened. Honestly, no notes. Interesting narrative, easy mechanics, great writing, doesn't overstep or overstay its bounds.

When the Past Was Around (3.5/5): got stuck on a couple dumb things that the game wouldn't let me interact with, and some other things were really not that intuitive, but other than that I thought this was short and serviceable, good for an afternoon with a sad story.

Wytchwood (4/5): Play as a witch who's charged with collecting twelve souls to deliver to a talking goat in a fairy-tale world. not really a narrative game but it's not puzzle or an RPG, so here it goes. anyway I had a lot of fun with this game. some of the backtracking was annoying and I wish the resource management was a little easier to, well, manage, but overall I enjoyed it.

Forgotten Fields (3/5): Play as a young author traveling home as his family decides whether to sell their home. Honestly a bit let down by this, there were some clunky mechanics I couldn't get over but it had interesting topics about moving on and finding artistic inspiration.

Adios (4/5): A pig farmer decides to quit his job disposing bodies for the mafia. Great voice work in this one, I enjoyed it; even though you know how it's going to end, they still managed to make it suspenseful.

RPGs/Open-world:

Horizon Forbidden West (3.5/5): I think I've already expressed my thoughts on this one this year but overall: great open-world game, mechanically and visually impressive; just OK story, unless you were a big fan of the first game, in which case the story was a big letdown.

Sable (4.5/5): Play as a young girl on her rite of passage as she travels a harsh world called Midden. hard for me to rate any open-world game as perfect because eventually some parts of it somewhere feel like padding, but despite some technical hiccups, Sable is the peak for me. non-combat, vibes-only, beautiful graphics, incredible soundtrack, easy recommend.

Control (3.5/5): Play as Jesse Faden, who arrives at the Federal Bureau of Control looking for her brother after his disappearance several years ago. this never wow'd me the way it was clearly trying to but I did enjoy it, whenever I could get over my fear of anything that moved. gameplay itself was great and i loved the oldest house as a setting. probably fans of the supernatural/horror genre could appreciate it better.

Citizen Sleeper (4/5): play as a cyborg who arrives on a space station and tries to make their way in the corporate underworld. a bit like Disco Elysium meets Murderbot Diaries. there's no combat, so I'd recommend this to fans of the RPG genre.

Paradise Killer (4.5/5): Play as Lady Love Dies in an island out of time, full of gods and demons and human sacrifices tired of being human sacrifices. Someone has been murdered in Paradise and you have to find out who did it. I had SO much fun with this one and the soundtrack is admittedly a huge reason why. (I'm serious listen to Ego 24-7 and tell me it doesn't get you pumped.)

Persona 5 Royal (4.5/5): the Phantom Thieves steal the hearts of corrupt people throughout Tokyo with their inner Pokemon-like demons and man this concept is cool, the soundtrack is killer, the only thing that fucking sucks is the unapologetic sexism that is unavoidable and irritating AF. (am I a little bitter I paid full price for this only a week before it went on sale for half off, yes. but I got a lot of mileage out of this that week during which when I was preparing for a medical procedure, so.)

God of War (4.5/5): Kratos and Boy travel to the highest peak in the realms to spread his wife's ashes. honestly? it's best enjoyed as a guy who enjoys puzzling going on a long walk with his son. as an action game it's meh.

Marvel's Spider-Man Remastered (5/5): I am PETER PARKER and I can throw MANHOLE COVERS at people while insulting their OUTFITS it is hard to top that

still playing:

Phoenotopia Awakening: A young woman named Gale sets on a journey to rescue the adults in her village after they are all mysteriously kidnapped. I haven't finished this one yet cause I hit a wall but ugh I just want to recommend it somewhere. there is so much love in the little details in this game, so many characters and puzzles and enemy types and history, you can tell so much heart went into this that I'm disappointed it won't get a sequel. my biggest criticism for it is that it is HARD, unnecessarily so at times, and there are no difficulty settings which sucks. but it might be good for Zelda fans or people who are good at 2D platforming, which I am not.

Eastward: Sam and John live in an underground town where travel to the surface is forbidden, until a mysterious event triggers Sam's magical powers and the mayor banishes them... eastward. I want to like this more than I am, the post-apocalyptic concept is very in-line with what I like, but jesus this writing feels like it never saw an editor. it just drags. I don't know how many times I can button-mash past Sam saying "Come on, John!" the game is beautiful, the designers and animators really earned their paychecks, but IDK the jury's still out.

#video games

[tictac-murder-spaghetti]

Strychnine OC Intro

Okay this took me longer then I meant to to post but the boy is here!! The gooey little guy :) Strychnine is a criminal necromancer working in Edornoldn, one of the few cities where necromancy is actually legal but hey, who wants to have to deal with all that regulation to reanimate corpses? He's the self proclaimed supervillain of Edornoldn, with Ambrose being his rival, also declared by him and not reciprocated by Ambrose. They’re really just a silly little guy. Name: Strychnine, also known as #07 by his "mother" Pronouns: He/they (physically male but they're made of goo so gender isn't... really there for them fully.) Age: 27 Sexuality: Gay In Whump: He can really do it all! He's typically whumpee or caretaker, especially given his bad past, but you know... he is a mad scientist. They’re not a sadist at all but if you got them angry enough... you could end up on the autopsy table. Personality: Oh he's a menace. He genuinely wants to be a cartoon supervillain, half of his persona is ripped straight from the large collection of comics he keeps in his lab. They’re very eccentric and a little childish, and extremely persistent in their friendships. If you befriend him he will NOT leave you alone. He's very cartoonishly "evil", prone to bouts of maniacal laughter and monologuing about his "totally evil plan" to Ambrose. They’re extremely intelligent and competent, they know exactly what they’re doing and how to do it, and they’re charismatic enough to get lots of clients and be somewhat popular as a necromancer in the criminal world. Despite his fairly non intimidating appearance, he does not take well to people trying to push him around or intimidate him into doing things he doesn't want to, and the threats of horrific violence with a smile like :D on his face usually do a good job at getting people to not try that again. Beyond their persona, they’ve actually got a lot of issues with their perception of self and their "evil" is often a coping mechanism to ignore his past. People with gooey murder hands were never supposed to be good people, right? Physical appearance: Strychnine is a very small and lean guy, he's only 5'2 with a fairly small body type in general. Due to their body composition, they don't build muscles or fat well, so they look quite scrawny, but hey, they do have enough strength to drag bodies around and saw through bones, so appearances aren't everything. He's got a fairly dark skin tone with freckles across the bridge of his nose and downturned eyes with yellow sclera and red and grey ringed pupils. They constantly look slightly teary/drippy. He's got a bright cyan mullet of hair, and while it appears to be locks, it actually has a texture more akin to putty. They've got cyan stitches tattooed around their neck and shoulders, with ribs tattooed over where their actual ribs are. He's also got large vivisection scars across his chest. His typical attire is a dark grey labcoat over a slightly transparent black undershirt, long pants with actual caution tape safety pinned around one leg, a leaded apron, safety goggles, and large steel toed platform boots for the height boost haha. He always wears a pair of thick rubber gloves, due to the fact that his hands constantly drip a corrosive black goo. Fun facts! - Due to his radioactive composition, he glows. His hair and eyes glow constantly, and his blood has a "glowstick" effect - They’ve got an extremely high pain tolerance, mostly because of their past. They’re sort of hard to physically whump because of it, he'll probably just be annoying instead - Again because he's full of goo and acid, he can and will, eat ANYTHING. He's vegetarian but also often likes eating totally inedible things like extra screws and bits of glass, mostly just to fuck with Ambrose. - Their hair also can burn things like their hands, but unlike their hands, it cannot burn through clothes or material, it can just cause 1st to 2nd degree chemical burns if you try to grab it His Toyhou.se is here if you want more information or to see more art

#whump #ocs #Strychnine (oc) #my art #my ocs #It took me like 20 minutes to post this I kept getting errors

[horrorland-guest-diservices]

Hey, Scarlet Starlet here.

I like to file a complaint - Recently, someone spilled black goo all over my new Villainness Rare Edition Ruby Boots and just recently, another jerk managed to burn half of my capes off! Ugh! I know my boyfriend is one of your V.I.Vs, but I’m the star here! Get me the manager!

Ugh, great, another comic book diva. As if Pinky wasn't bad enough...

A MESSAGE FROM HORRORLAND UPPER MANAGEMENT

Hello, Ms. Starlet! HorrorLand isn't liable for any damage to your person, whether that be your clothes, your items, or your body and/or mind. We're afraid there's just nothing we can do. If we were to help you, that would be blatant favoritism, which we only do some of the time. But on the bright side, that black goo really makes your eyes pop!

#goosebumps #horrorland #parody #rl stine #goosebumps horrorland #scarlet starlet