#I mean I GUESS you could say the same about me and drawing but jesus christ.

[system-of-a-feather]

How the fuck does XIV practice the guitar for almost two hours straight the FUCK

-Riku

#let xiv play his guitar #free time #aye your turn play until you feel satisfied #oh imma play easy fun stuff #alter: riku #alter: xiv #guitar posting #Like Lucille has scheduled every other day until we get done with school and to make sure the body copes #and its always in the end of the day vaguely turning the night period #so i just go and I'm like #pulls back up here #checks the time #HOW #WE ARE ALL MUSICIANS BUT WE HAVE NEVER PRACTICES THIS LONG IN A ROW INDEPENDENTLY #AND IT WASN'T JUST it was all proper study #I mean I GUESS you could say the same about me and drawing but jesus christ.

[m4k4yl4]

Coffee Boy

Summary: When y/n ends up having to close the cafe for the night, what happens when her cafe crush ends up staying with her in the cafe til the snow calms down.

Content warning: None.

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Posted: 12/01/2023

He's always here, same time, same booth every day, yet the most y/n has talked to him was when he asks for an Americano at the cash register and the only thing she can say back is "that'll be $3.15, please move up." or "have a good day, sir!"

His name is Felix, and that's one thing she knows for sure she's the one that writes it on his cup every morning. She started to draw little things next to it. One day, a sun. The next day, a cat is anything she could think of on the top of her head. She enjoyed seeing the smile and nod he would give her after seeing the drawing.

Same routine of this for the past 4 weeks or at past that's how long she had been counting and she still couldn't find the courage to speak to him and whenever she thinks she finally has the chance and confident to do he's left. At the same time, as always gone to who knows back into the cold winter air with an even colder Americano in hand.

Today was like any other 9am y/n had already clocked in standing at the front finger tapping on the table as she looked back and forth from the clock to the front door of the cafe. 'He still hasn't come in yet, wondering what happened,' she thought.

Hours had passed, and he never showed up. 'Guess he's not showing today.' As she's wiping off the last tables, the last worker there withher runs up. "Hey y/n! Can you maybe do the closing shift for me? I have a date with my boyfriend tonight, and I can't miss the reservation."

Y/n blinks for a second, "I- I mean, I guess.." "Really?! Oh, thank you, babes! I own you a big one! Okay, bye!" Y/n stares a little confused at the interaction as her coworker runs off the door. "I guess I'm closing tonight.."

As the night goes on for longer, the snow picks up while y/n is busy making sure everything in the back is good and not put out of place until she hears loud bangs on the entrance of the cafe.

She quickly runs out the of the back, thinking someone was breaking in only to be met with the blonde boy she had been waiting for earlier. She quickly runs to the door, opening it to let him in.

A big gust of wind and snow blows in with him as she shuts the door again, feeling like she had just been stuffed into a freezer. "Jesus, it's freezing out there, I didn't notice it had snowed this much!"

"Yeah, they had been talking on the news about a blizzard coming through. I didn't think it would be this bad.." Felix said as he shook some of the snow off himself. "Oh! You must be freezing, I'll go get you something to warm up with. " He shakes his head, "No, no, you're fine. I'm fine, really!"

She looks at him for a second. "You sure? Your face looks all red. I can get you some hot chocolate, I haven't turned the machine yet." Felix touches his cold face. The red one of his face deepens in embarrassment. "Yeah.. I guess hot chocolate would help a bit. Thank you." She smiles. "No problem!"

As Felix sits down in the booth, he usually sits in y/n walks to the hot chocolate machine freaking out on the inside. 'This is the most I have ever talked to him. What the fuck-'

She comes back with two hot chocolates in hand, setting one in front of him as she sat down across the booth from him. "Didn't know you liked hot chocolate usually you get an Americano and those don't have that much sweetness to them"

He gives a small smirk, "You remembered my order?" She looks up from her drink, eye widen."uhm, I mean, it's just that you come here a lot and never have changed your order, so you know it just kinda stuck, I guess. Sorry if you think it's weird." Felix laughs, "No, it's cute, really. Also, I love those little drawings you put on the cup."

"Really?" She surprised, "Yeah, the little smiley sun was my favorite. Do you draw them on every cup?" She pauses for moments embarrassed to answer his questions, "Hm, no..just yours, really.."

He smiles at her, "Well, thank you for that. Helps me smile in the morning." She smiles back at him face brighter than ever at his compliments. They talk for who knows how long. Y/n looks out the window, seeing the wind and snow calming down.

"Oh, I think it's stopped snowing." Felix looks out the window before checking his phone, "I should probably get going while it's stopped. My roommate is probably wondering where I'm at." He puts on his jacket, y/n following his lead.

"Me too. It's way too late for me to be here. I was supposed to close a while ago." She picks up their empty hot chocolate cups bring them to the kitchen, til an idea came into her head.

"Felix!" She comes out of the kitchen a to go cup in hand, "Oh y/n! I was wondering where you had gone, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye first." She smiles at him, handing him the cup.

"It's still cold outside, and I didn't see you come in a car or anything, so take this to keep you warm on the home." Felix looks down at the cup wear the names are usually written instead a phone number, y/n phone number, written with the smiley sun he liked so much next to it.

Felix looks back up at a nervous y/n standing in front of him. "Thank you again, y/n. I'll be sure to repay you for this." She smiles at him, "I hope you keep that promise, Felix."

They both leave out together, waving goodbye as they walk opposite ways home, stupid smiles on their faces. As y/n enters her house, she feels the buzz from her phone looking at the notification, making her want to giggle like a little girl.

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1-×××-×××-××××: y/n? It's Felix! Was wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend. You know, as repayment<3

A/N: YAYYY‼️ ANOTHER FIC‼️

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#373

“What the fuck is this I’m hearing about you?  My buddy Deputy Watson asked me why I have a faggot working for me?  He tells me that you have a record for sex in public bathrooms.  Is it true?

“Of course it is!  I can see it on your face.  Have the common decency of at least admitting it….  Jesus fuck!  You know when I hired you, I told you I didn’t want any drama.  And now I have to deal with this.  I can’t be thought of a sperm burper.  With my wife filing for divorce and living across the state at her sisters, people will start to think nasty shit about me once they find out that I have a fag working for me.

“You were recommended to us because you are a hard worker; you keep your head down.  You don’t drink and you don’t cavort around in town.  Now I know why. 

“Watson was telling me that you were caught once before at a rest stop in South Dakota getting cornholed.  He also said that the charges were dropped.  Lucky you.  So you must like sucking on random dick at some nasty assed bathroom.  What the fuck is the draw?

“Nothing to say?...  I want an answer….

“…You like to blow straight men?  Why would a straight man want to get blown by some fag when he can get it at home?... 

“…Watch your mouth!  The last time I got a blowjob has no bearing on this conversation.  You know damned well that Louise and I are going through a divorce.  I haven’t had anything in a long…  Wait a minute, are you looking to give me head?

“…Back to being silent…?

“Uh…

“Uh…

“Awww, fuck it….  I could go for some head.  You want it?...  No one will ever know that this happened, you got that?  Good.  Then get on your fucking knees. 

“I got a lot of skin….  God damn!  You are eager!  My wife makes me get hard first before I…  Oh fuck!  Oh man. 

“Fuck!  Watch your goddamned teeth!...  I will knock them out.  Trust me I will.  My dick may not be long, but it gets really fat.  Those teeth better know their place.

“Damn, not many women could deep throat me.  Fuck I will be using this mouth again.

“Fuck!  What did I tell you about your teeth? 

“Fuck you faggot!  You want me to hit you again, keep up with the teeth.  You hurt me, then I hurt you.  What do you have to say?...  Hunh?...

“Damn right you’re sorry.  Look up at me.  Open your mouth.  Let me feel your teeth….  Holy shit!  That’s some jagged teeth you have there. 

“I want you to make an appointment with your dentist.  I want him to grind them smooth.  You got that?  I pay for your dental, let me benefit from that.  And make that appointment as soon as possible.

“Look at me….  That slap means I’m serious about this.  Now get the fuck up.  You take men up your shitter?  Of course, you do.  Get out of those Levi’s. 

“A fucking jock strap?  You are such a fag.  Leave it on.  I’m not interested in what you have in front.

“It’s been years since I fucked an ass.  Most of the time it was to put a bitch into place.  You’ll be the first faggot, but it will be for the same damned reason. 

“Spread your legs further.  Damn.  That’s a pale ass.  Hold still….  Oooh.  You have been fucked before.  I can’t remember when my head went in so easy.  So I guess I don’t have to wait for you to adjust to me. 

“Right to the root!  Fuck your pussy is treating my cock so well.  Aw, shut up.  I don’t want to hear any goddamned complaints from you.  If you wanted more lube, you should have put more spit on my dick.  Next time think to do that.

“Now shut the fuck up.  I’m in the middle of fucking here….

“Your cunt knows how to take a pounding.  I like that.  I like that a lot….  Do that again.  Fuck, this is one talented cunt.  And it’s right here every day.  Yeah.  This cunt is going to be used going forward. 

“Fuck yeah.  I’m taking ownership of this cunt.  It’s mine.  You got that?...

“Answer me motherfucker.  Who’s cunt is this?

“Damned right.  You will give up other men.  It’s mine.  You understand faggot?

“…You better.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.  Get ready.  You gonna get flooded with a huge load.  Here it cums.  Here it goddamned cums!  Urg!  Urg!  Fuuuck.  Shit!

“Don’t fucking move.  Stay put.  Clamp down.

“Dammit faggot.  No wonder so many men use you like this.  Not anymore.  I wasn’t kidding when I said you are to give up other men.  That cunt is mine.  I don’t want any other man touching my property.  You got that faggot?...  You say, ‘Yes Sir!’

“That’s better.  You understand that I will be fucking it after we get done work every day?

“I’m one horny son of a bitch, a controlling one at that.  That’s why my wife is filing for a divorce.  You are going to be taking over her duties of taking my nut.  Let’s go up to the house so you can fix me some dinner. 

“No leave those Levi’s there.  You don’t deserve to wear pants.  The jock is all you need.  As I said before, I’m not interested in what you have up front.  In fact, it shouldn’t be any of your concern either. 

“Now get up to the house….  Goddamn, that’s a nice ass.  I don’t know if I will be able to make it through dinner without plowing that cunt and unloading a second time.  My dick can go all night, especially a cunt that treats my dick well.  That cunt will be so full by the end of the night.  Now get moving.”

[starcocaine]

Who the fuck is this? Seriously, ever since I discovered this monstrosity, I've been feeling disgusted. My friend informed me about this design, and despite it not being 100% official, the damage is still done.

I know many people acknowledged Norman as someone black. And I've agreed most of the time even though in my au I never actually made him black, lol. But I agree on this one. He should be black. Literally, the whole fandom agrees on this one. Yet hear me out- I am not mad since his VA wasn't black at all, color really doesn't matter to me. But what bothers me so much is that he's simply hideous, ALL OF THEM.

They are so many talented artists that you have no idea just how many they are. They had options, many more. Just now, I saw the most jaw-dropping, beautiful- breathtaking fanarts of these same characters. I wish I could tag them all.

I just don't know what to say anymore. I've been such a huge fan of batim since 2017. I was a weird kid since I never stopped talking about it. And I don't mean this as a flex, I'm trying to say that batim has truly been my most precious thing ever. I can't explain how much I loved this back at the time, I still do.

It's been a while since I started to lose my way in the whole lore. Ever since batdr dropped, I haven't been able to catch up. And I must say, ever since they said that a movie, graphic novel and many other books would drop. I just knew I couldn't have high expectations on something like this.

And Jesus christ. I guess we were all right about this one. I really hope they do better, I really do. All I know is that I fear for Thomas Connor, Sammy Lawrence, and Wally Franks. They are absolutely my favorite characters, and even though I have my own impression and headcanons about them, I just pray to the Lord for them not to be THAT bad.

I only had to say this, lol. I needed to vent, whatever happens, I guess there's not much I can do anyway.

P.S. I made this drawing. This is my design of Thomas Connor, lol. Fun fact is that Thomas and Norman are my favorite characters.

I ship those two, btw... Norman x Thomas sounds fun.

What do you think about this in general?

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Fake It Till You Make It

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Never pair two borderline insane superheroes together on a mission.

Warnings: black eyes, some injuries, fluff, fake marriage

WC: 716

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Picking up strange undercover missions was your specialty. You couldn’t even count the number of times you had to wear some crazy disguise and sneak into a drug running ring or a mobster dinner party. You have been in outfits ranging from heels taller than your will to live, covered in makeup and wearing jewels worth more than your life, to oil stained coveralls who had last been owned by Superman himself.

But this, this tops the lot. 

“Let me get this straight, you want me to pretend to be married to Aquaman so we can infiltrate a wildlife sanctuary which has been using great white sharks to smuggle drugs and guns over international borders.” Batman’s face remained stoic, as always.

“Yes.”

“And you actually expect this to work.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, fine I guess. I’ll do it but I expect appropriate compensation.”

“You can’t drive the batmobile.”

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

“I sit in the passenger seat and you drive but I pick the music.”

“…..Fine.”

“Hell yeah! I guess the only thing left to do is to actually meet this fish man.” His eyes narrowed at you from behind his cowl.

“Don’t call him fish man.” You rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Jesus Christ, old man. Lighten up a bit.” His scowl deepened. But before he could reprimand you, there came a mighty yell from down the hall, causing both of you to turn and look at the source. A man, who could only be described as a giant, was barrelling down the corridor, long curly hair flowing behind him wildly as he ran. He was topless, which you greatly appreciated, considering the fact that he was built like a linebacker with tattoos covering every inch of his copper skin.

“Wifey!” And the next thing you knew, his broad shoulder was firmly planted in your soft stomach and you were moving backwards. Your back met the cold floor of the tower and a huge weight settled on top of you. It took you a second to realise what had happened.

“Did you just rugby tackle me?” His head tilted as if to say ‘duh’. He straddled your plump thighs, keeping you pinned to the ground, his hands were planted firmly by your head. Dark curls framed his face as he leaned forward, your noses almost brushing.

“Hi there wifey.” And he smiled brightly. Maybe this mission wouldn’t be too bad.

——————

You were soaked from head to toe, one eye swollen shut from a particularly good punch, your body completely sore from running and a chill that settled on your bones. Arthur wasn’t much better off than you; a few cuts along his arms and stomach, a dark bruise on his jaw.

But you were both smiling widely, still holding hands, your wedding bands glittering in the low light of the batplane.

Batman looked thoroughly exhausted. “What do you mean you’re married for real?”

Arthur shrugged. “We had to make it believable.” You nodded, backing up his point.

“He’s right, we would’ve been caught otherwise.”

“That’s what the forged documents are for!” You glanced at your counterpart, both of you trembled trying to contain your laughter.

“But those are fake, you could tell that from a mile away.”

“So your solution was to get legally married?!” 

“Yep.” “Pretty much.” You spoke at the same time. The older hero collapsed into one of the many seats on the plane, rubbing at his temples.

“I’ll have Alfred draw up the paperwork to get your marriage annulled.”

“No can do pal!” Bruce glanced at Aquaman, already dreading what was about to come out of his mouth next. “We’re married in Atlantean culture too and divorce is not an option.” 

Bruce sat there for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as his brain attempted to comprehend the sheer stupidity of the two people in front of him. And yet, he could only blame himself. Then, he said something he thought he would never have to say: “I should’ve listened to Superman.”

“Yeah you really should have.” You agreed, giving Arthur’s large hand a squeeze as you glanced up at him. “But hey! Now we’re permanent partners and we work really well together!”

“You blew up the wildlife sanctuary.”

“We got all of the animals out first!”

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fem!artist!reader x ellie

<warnings> sexual ?tension ?, slight slight angst, swearing, UNEDITED!

i’ve been wanting to write some hcs/drabbles for a bit and am finally doing it!!. this is kinda self indulgent and i thought others might enjoy. i want to do fics, more hcs, and am CURRENTLY DOING REQUESTS/ASKS!!!!! so plssss interact/tell me what u think!!! —j

Ellie found value in her art mainly through its life and realism. Her sketchbook was merely snippets of her mind - the love, the fear, the humor, the darkness.

Aside from books she’s sparsely found, she hasn’t been exposed to much other forms of art.

When you appeared in Jackson, it barely took days for mentions of the new ‘town artist’ to reach her ears. Dina, fawning over a delicate set of earrings, “Ellie she makes them out of plants…or like…the sap? I don’t totally remember what she said but I swear she’s so freaking cool,”

Or when Jesse came strolling in, rambling about this tiny dagger ring he now has, made out of an old spoon.

“Look I didn’t even buy it alright? Dina won’t stop talking about this chick who makes like…jewelry..I guess? Now I’ve got probably the shortest range weapon known to man,” he finished, smiling.

The final straw was when Ellie came home from a patrol late one night, achy and worn, to a tiny box sitting on her mattress.

As she peered closer, she saw a note hastily taped to the side. It read:

“Hey its Dina. I saw something and it made me think of you. I may have blabbed about you to the artist and she knows who you are now. Oops. She said she wants to see your drawings. Don’t hate me.”

Ellie felt her body suddenly become more achy and more tired. Of course. She didn’t want to get involved in this bullshit, some newcomer wooing all her friends with useless junk. Although, the thought that Dina got her a gift blurred her annoyance to a degree.

Ellie’s fingers tore through the wrapping on the outside, flipping the lid to reveal a small, bone colored pendant strung with a brown braided cord. As she peered closer, the pendant became a moon;It’s face, immaculately tiny, smiling subtly.

The necklace was far too obstructive for Ellie to wear at all, honestly. Dina probably knew this when she got it. But the pendant truly is beautiful. An entirely different art form. A different show of care - of talent. The detail allows her to comfortably sit in her room and study it quietly for another ten minutes.

Ellie sat hunched the next morning, eating something bland for breakfast, only clad in a loose sports bra and some sweatpants.

A knock heightened her soggy mood.

“Are you fucking- I went out yesterday there’s no fucking reason to be knocking on my door at—”

Jesus. There is no mistaking it, Ellie thinks. This is you.

Your hair is intertwined with beads, some homemade and some foraged from the looks of it. Dozens of necklaces, layered and tangled around your neck. The same can be said for both of your wrists. Your ears, pierced up the sides and looped with beads, charms, and other metal pieces.

It was like you were a display for the things on your body. Except, no, Ellie thinks, your face stands out amongst it all. Somehow, with all of the things covering you, your beauty is the most noticeable.

It does nothing to quell how annoyed Ellie is, however.

“Who are you,” Ellie quips(knowing full well who you are). “and what do want.”

“I’m sorry- am I intruding? I really didn’t want to bother you or anything!” You rush, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m y/n, I just moved here. Dina just said that you might have some extra pencils and stuff that I could borrow if I ran out?” You say, hoping desperately you can save this first impression.

“I mean…” Ellie uncrosses her arms and brushes some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, you can use some shit. I have enough to share. I didn’t know Dina told you that, so. My bad. For being…rude.” She adds, opening the door even wider. You see her muscles flex as her arms extend and curse yourself for even noticing.

“Oh it’s fine, really!” You say, making sure to remember this about Dina. Also making sure to avert your eyes from the dangerously low cut of Ellie’s sweatpants. Her careless movements are really making you nervous.

Ellie gestures for you to enter, abruptly grasping your shoulder when you don’t move as fast as she would like. She begins to walk you farther into the room.

“You do realize it’s 6 a.m. right? What do you need pencils for at 6 a.m.?” She says, staring you directly in the eyes.

“Ah, well, I guess you’re not a morning type of creator?”

“No.” Ellie sternly remarks. “I’m not.”

She turns around to start walking away.

Starting to feel like a pest, you quickly try to think of something else to change the subject.

“Y’know…I think a ring would look really nice on your hands. Or fingers- I guess.”

That’s a nice compliment right? Or did I just say something fucking insane? You think.

Ellie straightens, slowing her pace a bit.

“I could make you a ring? Like as a trade? For the…pencils?” You say.

She turns.

“Yeah…Sure…” Her hands fall on her hips.

“How do you know how big to make it,” Ellie says. “The ring.”

“Well, what I’ve been doing is using this like, bendy piece of plastic to—well, hold on,” you pause, grabbing her hand to demonstrate.

Ellie’s eyes snap to yours in an instant, invisibly clouding your brain with something warm and fuzzy. You feel her hand flex in yours.

“uh…yeah, so I use this,” you reach into your pocket. “and I wrap it around whichever finger, like middle or ring finger.”

You instinctively wrap it around her ring finger, matching up the lines and moving your head in close to see which number lines up. You feel her figure move closer to you, almost hovering over you as you work.

“aaaand it looks like you’re a size….9” you mumble, running your hands along the base of her fingers before shyly retrieving yourself from touching her, remembering the situation.

Before you can move, Ellie snatches both of your wrists, bringing them in between the both of you. Her eyes intimately gloss over your rings.

“Hold up, could I try on one of yours?”

Your face colors. You couldn’t really explain, but something about the way she’s gripping your hands makes the blood in your body heat up.

“I…yeah, yes. But these are gonna be like…pinky rings for you.” You say, hands fumbling to take off one of your rings for Ellie to try on. Your palms are getting sweatier each time she touches you.

“What?”

“Your fingers are bigger than mine. So,” you take your ring and attempt to place it on her finger. “it only fits…” Ellie’s eyes track your hands. “…on your pinky. There. See? Pinky ring.”

“Oh.” She says. Her gaze still hasn’t left your hands, almost like she’s noticing them for the first time.

You misread her quietness as some sort of sadness.

“Hey, your hands aren’t that much bigger than mine- I know a lot of girls who just have bigger ring sizes. It’s not like- a thing. To feel bad about, or anything.”

Ellie says nothing. Her mouth twitches.

“Your hands are nice. I think..”

She looks up, a laugh bubbling out slightly. Finally, she stops you.

“I don’t mind having big hands.” She looks at you with something weird, something extra.

“They’re not really that big…” You joke, thankful that Ellie has seemed become less irritated with your presence. You notice the wirey veins tracing between her fingers and lining the backs of her hands.

“Yeah?” She questions. “Wanna compare?”

The way shes smiling at you puts a fiery ball in your stomach. It gets hotter as you realize she will not stop looking at you.

“Wow you really can’t take your eyes off my hands, huh? You really want to make me a ring that bad?” She says. Something in her tone makes you pulse between your thighs.

“Oh- I don’t mean to stare. I’m sorry.” You utter, trying to regain your composure.

This is not the Ellie you were taking to before. You felt…vulnerable, now. Your shirt felt thin, it had you rethinking your bralessness. Your shorts felt…short. It felt like the exposed parts of you were burning under the possibility of being seen by Ellie.

“No, I think you mean to.” She continues, “Because you’ve been staring this whole time.”

She’s found you out. You tried your best to be subtle about the yearning, the pull you felt, the way you’ve been just a little breathless ever since you’ve walked through the door.

But you failed.

“It’s really cute, the way you say you like my hands cause of the ring thing.”

She grabs your chin gently and rubs her thumb just under your mouth.

“…But. Be honest.” She stops. Her other hand starts to inch up your leg. You barely notice until her hand brushes the hem of your shorts.

“They just turn you on.”

Your eyes flip wide open, as does your mouth.

“You can pretend it’s some sort of artistic muse thing, but I think…” Ellie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in closely near your neck. “you just want to be touched.”

Your silence is encouraging to her, it seems. The way your eyes have glossed over and cheeks gone red also let her continue,

“Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Have you been waiting for someone to ask you that?” Her eyes flit between your lips and the outline of your pebbled nipples under your shirt.

“For someone to give their fingers to you?”Ellie only grins. She’s pleased, excited, at your inexperience.

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you sputter.

The hand on your thigh tightens, causing you to squeeze your legs ever so slightly. You focus on meeting Ellie’s gaze and not closing your eyes to relish in the contact.

“Do you want me to touch you?” She asks.

Her eyes gaze so heavily at your mouth, it’s difficult to remember to speak.

“Cause I really want to touch you. Please?” Both of her hands are now trailing up and down your thighs, almost frantically, tugging at the bottom of your shirt and messing with the hem.

You know that she can now see your bare breasts, pushing through the fabric of your top. Ellie’s hands grope your waist and your ass suddenly slides forward from the force, your breasts pressing up against hers in an instant. The heady exhale she groans out blows past your neck. The warmth gives you shivers.

“Yes, touch me.” You say,

hoping wholly to god that it won’t be the last time you say it.

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Remove Problematic CCs

Section 2

"The Qsmp is problematic"

So fun fact twitter hates this fandom and everything it stands for, I'm not kidding when I say the amount of people I saw calling the fandom, toxic, racist, misgontic and ableist is interesting to say the least.

So of course when the SulhasSpace issue happened some people ran with it as proof that the fandom is the problem. Now I've show you guys an racist account before in the last account of interest (burnbook Qsmp) So I'm not here to pretend it's not a problem, it absolutely is.

So yes I get where these are coming from to some degree but Twitter doesn't forgive or forget, and there's of course the fact that not ever "fan" is actually a fan.

That being said they are two sides to Qsmp twitter right now,

1)Chill fun time, drawing your faves.

2)your faves are problematic and if you don't push for them to be kick out your a terrible person.

A common discussion I see on the twitter is often, "oh you're defending your faves, you call out any creator but your faves" completely ingoring the fact that most the stuff their holding said faves accountable for are ages old.

They call us parasocial but then make post after post advocating for members to be removed from the SMP, it's making rounds, so I want to clear any misinformation on Twitter and make it clear when creators apologize.

I bring you back to this tweet (please don't even interact with this person Thank you.)

You might remember them from the bonus section, this was posted jan 5 2024 with 1.3K likes (Jesus) so allow me to clear the air on some accusations.

In the reply of this they link a thread stating all problematic behaviors of creators, however MAJORITY of the this thread is just attacking the fan base I'm not even kidding.

Here's the thing, the bad apples aren't the fandom, it was this same behavior that had people attack dsmp fans.

Say what you want about Dream but you can acknowledge the dsmp fandom got so much hate for simply existing because a few of them were bad.

Because as someone who's been in both, and left both oddly who was previously a full on dream Stan and just sorta grew out of him. People hated us just for liking the dsmp.

They attacked minors in cosplay called us fatherless and cringe (and like yeah but still) overall make fun of Nurodiverst kids for having hyperfixations, and their justification was we're all terrible people.

Here's my thing, you don't actually care, you don't care about the alleged victims or the people who's lives are at risk; You want to make the fandom look bad.

You could have easily said "A person on twitter told another they hope the us gets bomb" and yeah I understand it was in the context of the Qsmp but people are not their interset, don't water people down to the things they like, then you're just making stereotypes.

How is it any different than saying, "a kpop stan did this, a furry did that,"

Also while I'm on this compersion of both I've noticed a constant conflict in regards to the Forever situation vs Dream situation with the parties on either side the other cc is guilty but theirs isn't.

I noticed this as soon as the accusations dropped actually a lot of people even here on Tumblr, where saying "this is what we deserved" and at "least dream didn't actually do it"

Tô be honest I noticed the fandom was at odds before that even, they were sudden talk here on Tumblr which means the topic likely came from Twitter of the dsmp compered to the Qsmp.

And I'll be honest dsmp was getting dragged, I read these thinking, 'why are we comparing them, they're clearly different with their own stories.' I still wonder that.

I don't want to fight with dream SMP fans, I use to be one of you , I had a freaking fan fic plan that was just c:! ranboo getting teleported into the Qsmp.

Why don't have to fight, but I guess with dream being unlikable, that makes things very hard.

Anyways I'm getting of track, when this person does have a important Calm it's often.. wrong

Ok no, to both of these.

1) she was not the only woman on the server, Jaiden joined the server at the very beginning, so unless I miss an noticed that Jaiden actually used macs pronounces that's a fuckin lie.

You can see Jaiden right there behind Foolish, on the very first day. This isn't hard to confirm, it doesn't even take a second.

I read the tweet and immediately went, nah that's not true I remember Jaiden, And what do you know Jaiden was in fact a member at that time.

(looking at this image gives me so much Nostalgia omg..)

2) she was not the only one being harassed, in fact they literally contradict their own statement with proof bad was receiving hate at the same time

Political lore, as in election season? I mean it must be I can't think of another political Qsmp event that bad was involved it huh crazy but If thats the case then Baghera wasn't the only one receiving hate thats... that's crazy, you're crazy.

Non of the tweets that screenshot are misogynistic, it's just people who believe the dream accusations criticing her attendance to his concert.

Also let me be clear real quick, I am AFAB in fact tmi I haven't even gotten on T, it's difficult to here and I'm afraid of getting hate crimed.

So I understand misgony, I live it, this is not what this is; Criticizing a woman isn't inherently misgony.

When you guys said "Qsmp had a misgony problem," is that what you guys meant, a woman gets hate and it's automatically misgony and not a section of the fandom being toxic..? Ok

#qsmp #qsmp investigation #qsmp discourse

[rocketrouquine]

Random thoughts on my second viewing of episode 2 :

The « you wear fine things well » replay : Taika hasn’t the same expression, when I tell you this is a different take, I’ll bet my script supervisor ass on it. If they did that, it’s for underlining the fact that they weren’t seeing the same thing in the relationship…

Stede, my sweet angel… maybe don’t tell everyone you meet (even your lovely towel collegues Maggie, Jane and Tiff) about your heart trouble with fucking Blackbeard.

The way he’s saying « they draw him to look like a ghoul » is so sooooo gay. Like disgusted sassy sista level.

Fuck you that’s how I am may or may not become a motto of mine.

Actually this whole scene, Lucius is in a fucking telenovela. The stop in the doorframe, talking across your shoulder without turning and the little disappointed head nod at the end. « oh, yeah. Now you care ? » (it just missed an hairflip) He came to ham and I’m here for it.

Sea witch again. I mean we actually saw him talking with birds last season so why the surprise.

Ed behind Frenchie in every room like a fucking dead child jumpscare in leather.

He’s actually terrifying all calm and smiling. You can sense that he can turn at every second. Like a MF snake (you know the ones, fuck yuuuuu)

Sir when you approach me like that, all analytical and stuff, I don’t think there’s anything I won’t let you do to me (imagine Ed turning this on Stede in the bedroom pffffiouuu)

*Wheeze « A panto ? » (give this man an Oscar)

I really have trouble with « he’s our dick ».. you are aware that this is the man who had absolutely no problem stranding your love on an island ? Who pushed for it, even ? That in the memory you evoke, he’s the only one not sitting with you all, all alone in the background sulking ? I guess if you consider him like the nasty old dog who bites everyone and barks all the time, I can see it…

You have hope, it’s cute . Archie is actually really interesting because she represents the classic pirate (like Ed’s crew before being Stedefied), being put amongst the crew of what she thinks is probably the rockstar of captains but they do things all weird and emotional (between bloodbaths). You can see that she’s tempted but also don’t hesitate to throw the first punch in the battle to the death because that’s how stuff goes.

Take the fucking leg (« …bitch » very much implied)

The little ships were all over the place. They kinda treat Olu like a himbo this season which if my memories serve me right was the opposite of what he was last season. (He’s still emotionally intelligent but the logical sense seems to have gone. In this scene anyway)

Every time a new character says China, I cannot take out of my mind that they are mocking Trump. (Roach’s one in particular was spot on)

Awwww Olu’s all bashful and shit, I’m sure he’s moving his shoe on the ground, like a little shy child.

Stede, All happy about the soup : So wild it’s insane ! Lucius, eyes rolling to the back of his head : Jesus Christ, Stede, keep your pants on. * gets up and go drag on his cigaret like an old nihilist prostitute. * Ahahaha! Lucius is so done with Stede, I can’t ! He reminds me of me with my mom when I was a teenager. (I was horrible)

shitty pathetic incompetent captain  Holy shit, this burn must have dried up the ocean and that’s why they have to drag the boat on land.

The Oookay of Black Pete must be studied.

I had a dream about you last night  and with that phrase, all Blackhands shippers burst into flames. To then die a horrible death for the next minutes and being turned to dust at … best I could. (Also, If I had told you about « good for you » « it was good for me » I don’t think this is how you would have envision it)

But seriously the acting in this scene was INSANE. (I mean more than good, I mean stellar)his laugh is haunting me.

Wait… wait.. is he doing the romcom trope of being horrible to him so that he would leave, to protect him ? but instead he tortures him until he has no choice but to kill him ? Ed, darling, you basic trope girl.

Yeah I guess we could call it closure. Hum.

Yeah, I am ! And I’m alone ! Don’t be like me. Stede has evolved SO MUCH. I’m actually very much hopeful about the discussion he’s going to have with Ed. It won’t be miscommunication bullshit.

The puppet game… Something tells me Lucius won’t like to listen to Pinocchio anymore. Don’t even ask him to make any voice. Stede! The hand went where you think!

Well, Hello back little black scarf which goes with everything ! Especially with the ultimate descent into the pitts of madness and despair.

Stede is choosing « alive » on Blackbeard old poster : thank you, magic of belief, for saving Ed’s life !

There’s a drawing, I repeat, he doodled Ed’s face amongst little bouts of emo poetry… oh stede.

Beheading, arsoning, just a little bit of a dick love of his life.

HE’S NOT BROKEN. SHUT UP !

calm down, you two, with the head against head : you kissed once. In the words of spicy rat boy « Jesus Christ keep your pants on »

Romance novel cover one legged indestructible little fucker Izzy under the rain.

IZZY’S HEAD ON FANG’S SHOULDER AS THEY ARE KILLING ED, WHAT !

After the pyramid scheme, Olu being the get away text.

Okay, on to the next. It will be a fucking novel.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death season 2 #thoughts #second viewing #ofmd meta #i had notes

[matchbet-allofthetime]

The hell, y'all??

Had me going into ME2 thinking Grunt was gonna be some like... Lil bab in a big body but NAWH DUDE IT LIKE EMOTIONALLY MATURE AND SHIT

Dude asks for help. Dude talks about his overwhelming emotions. He's the most emotionally mature and open character in the entire fucking franchise. What the fuck.

The only thing about it for me that I GUESS could strike others as him being as child-like as you all depict him is "oh he types funky. Cool. I am also autistic and also overexcited ADHD. This is evidently what causes this in him. Also typing isn't something okeer would've probably taught his perfect experiment to do bc violence and Krogans. Makes sense."

PLEASE Y'ALL THIS IS A WHOLE ASS MENTALLY 21+ YEAR OLD MAN

Like Jesus, I thought he was gonna make me giggle n shit and be like "awwww little baby man"

Not my Shepard getting choke slammed and my first thought being "😳 this cannot be who the fandom calls Shep's son..." Like come the fuck on

(partially genuinely upset because I feel like I'm gonna get hounded for thinking Grunt is entirely an adult and thus I want to treat him like every other adult character I consume content of and partially just like,,, really? So were y'all just infantalizing him all these years? He is obviously and canonically full-grown and was created to be a fully-matured korgan. And I mean, that scene where you let him out the tank??? HAD TO BE FOR THE FANS. BECAUSE THEY DENIED US WREX, AND GRUNT TOO- BUT WE GET FANSERVICE AT LEAST.)

Seriously, every damn comic or drawing of him I've seen or whatever makes him sound like, 14-16 in his mannerisms and maturity at MOST which just... Is not accurate? Based on current interactions in ME2?

Like yeah you can absolutely make him the adult adopted kid of Shepard, go for it! No issues there. But don't treat him like he's a teenager he just isn't.

But yk. Anyways lmao just ranting because it's kinda irked me a tad. (Please don't come after me, his defunct chara sheet on bioware's site says he's like 22 from what I remember. Chill before you decide to rag my ass. He is the same age as when we meet Tali.)

#mass effect 2 #mass effect #mass effect trilogy #mass effect legendary edition #mass effect grunt #urdnot grunt #bro is a whole ass adult #please #dohma.rant

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Love Motel/ 6

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Includes- oral, pussy eating (2x in one day), public sex, desk sex, squirting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (2x), ceiling mirror sex, fingering, missionary sex, choking, dirty talk, name calling, fluff

Tag list- @90s-belladonna @mingtina

@direitobulando @honey-zip @chansbabydoll

@anthropologymajorkpopmultistan

Series Masterlist

⭐ Gifs are from google

J POV

"I'm here jagi", Changkyun texts me, "Are you still in the same spot you said you'd be in?"

"Yup", I text back

"Coming"

I smile to myself reading his text

I'm amazed that a mob boss is texting me like he's my boyfriend

Which I know he's not but he's also not acting like I'm just a one night stand

I guess I can say we're friends?

That have amazing sex together

And are touchy feely

And have nicknames for each other

He calls me jagi all the time

I know what it means, Yunho used to call me that

But when Changkyun says it, shit it makes me feel things, makes my stomach flutter

I love it a lot

And he seems to really like it when I call him baby

I've seen his eyes light up, his smile appearing

If he likes it, I have no problem doing it

I like calling him that too

We do text all the time even though for the past month we've only been able to get together once a week

I wish it was more but I don't want him to think I'm clingy or anything

Like I said he's not my boyfriend

Although he's starting to ask me to do things with him other than sex

Like last week when we went to the cafe

After we went to the park to walk around until I had to go to class and we talked about everything and anything

Then he drove me to school and kissed me before I got out of his car

I was surprised that I had a really good time with him

And today he asked if I wanted to do something

I have class so I couldn't but he decided to come to my campus and stay with me for the two hour break I have between classes

I told him he didn't have to but he insisted and I'm really ok with that

I know he's in the mob, he's dangerous but I don't care

He's told me the things he's done and I still want to be around him

I should be screaming for the hills but I'm not

It's weird

I'm not into bad boys

Mostly nerdy boys but there's just something about him that draws me to him

And plus he's really sweet

Funny too

Like a normal guy except for his job

"Hi jagi", I hear his voice next to me

He sits next to me on the grass, pressing a kiss to my lips that I return wholeheartedly

When we pull away, I look at his him and gape

"Are you in a sweatshirt? And sweatpants?"

Jesus he's fucking hot

I think he could be in a garbage bag and be fucking sexy

And he has his hair in a ponytail which I fucking love

He blushes, "Yes. Is that bad? Should I get more dressed up?"

I laugh, "No Changkyun. If you like sweatshirts and sweatpants then wear them. I've just always seen you in suits. You always look fancy while I look like a slob"

His eyebrow raises, "You do not look like a slob"

"Please, the only time I looked good was when I was wearing that dress from the club"

I'm not delusional

I know I'm normal looking

And I don't want to be beautiful to everyone

I only want to be beautiful to the guy I'm going to fall in love with, whoever and wherever he is

I don't really care about what anyone else thinks

Well...maybe Changkyun....a little bit

"Stop that", he scolds, "You're not a slob. I fucked you and I happen to have very good taste in women."

I chuckle

He's so full of himself sometimes but it's cute

"Alright, whatever you say"

"Damn right", he smirks, "Now here"

He hands me a coffee cup

"What's this?"

"Black tea with milk and one sugar"

I gape at him

He remembered

I didn't even think he was paying attention

"What?", he asks curiously

"You...remembered that I like tea instead of coffee. And how I like it"

He snorts, "Please Joanne, it's not rocket science. I'm not senile"

I just chuckle, "Are you sure? You are older than me"

"By three years! I'm not a senior citizen"

"May as well be grandpa"

He tries to glare at me but his smile breaks through

"Fine. Then I guess I'll forget to give you your bagel too"

Bagel?

I want a bagel

"No I want"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I think I'm going deaf", he jokes

"Ok ok, you're not a grandpa. You're a very good looking 26 year old person. Happy?"

"Very", he says, pulling the bagel out of the bag he had and handing it to me

"God, you're a life saver"

He just chuckles, "If you say so"

Unwrapping the bagel, I take half and bite into it

So good

I move my textbook to the side

I don't need to read it now since he's here

No way I can concentrate

"What are you reading jagi?", he asked

"Bio. I'm just going over the chapter I read for the class"

"Lemme see", he says, taking the book , "In ecology and biology, abiotic components are non-living chemical and physical factors in the environment which affect ecosystems. Biotic describes a living component of an ecosystem; for example organisms, such as plants and animals. Examples Water, light, wind, soil, humidity, minerals, gases"

He hands me the book back, his eyebrow raised

"Yea I have no idea what I just read"

"It's-" I start but he shakes his head

"Please jagi don't take this the wrong way but don't explain. I don't need to know this and I doubt I'll understand what you're saying anyway"

"I think you'll understand but I won't explain it", I answer, a little miffed

I mean he read it and I can tell him what he read

I didn't ask him to read it

"You're mad", he says

"What?", I ask, snapping out of my thoughts

"You're mad. Or annoyed. Because of what I said", he explains

"No, I'm not mad. You're right you don't need to know this"

There is no way I'm telling him I'm a little annoyed

He's not my boyfriend, he doesn't care if I'm annoyed

I need to remember that

"Yeah but I should have just let you explain it"

I shake my head, "No"

"Yeah"

"Why?", I ask

I'm confused as to why he's insisting he should have let me explain what he read if he didn't want that

"Because it's important to you. I dunno I feel like I insulted your career or something. And the look on your face...I'm sorry"

What look?

I didn't give a look

"It's fine. It's not your career. It's ok that you're not interested"

"No it's not ok", he answers, "Sometimes my mouth just runs and I don't think about what I'm saying or how someone else can take it. Especially with girls. I always say the wrong thing"

I shrug, "You didn't say the wrong thing Kyun. You just say what's on your mind and you don't sugarcoat it. I like that about you. I know you don't bullshit around and I know you'll always tell me the truth"

He nods, "That's me"

"And I like you the way you are. Even if you are insulting", I joke

He chuckles, "I like you the way you are too. You're similar to me. You tell it how it is too"

I nod

I hate all the petty, sneaky ways girls in school were with each other

Pretending to be friends, talking behind each other's back, acting sweet and I didn't have time for that shit

Plus with moving around all the time, I just learned to be blunt

"Anyway jagi, I'm still sorry ok?"

I nod, "It's fine Kyunnie. You don't need to be sorry"

"Still wanna make it up to you"

I tilt my head, "How?"

He smirks, standing up, "C'mon baby"

I follow, standing up and shoving all my stuff in my bookbag

Including my bagel that I want to finish

As I'm lifting my bag, Changkyun stops me, taking the bag from me and slinging it over his shoulder

"Kyunnie", I start

"I got it jagi", he says, taking my hand and lacing our fingers

I just nod, letting it go

I guess this is part of his gentlemen upbringing

He walks to the nearest building, which happens to be the science building with where my next class is

He casually strolls through the hall with me, like he belongs here

Which he so can

He looks like a college student with his laid back clothes and my backpack

He stops at a door, opening it and pulling me inside

An empty lecture hall

Pressing the lock on the door, the click sound throughout the room

He smirks, pulling me down the stairs to the desk in the front where the professor sits

"Do you have class here?", he asks

I nod, "Advanced geology"

"When"

"Tomorrow"

He smirks, dropping my bag, pushing me against the desk, his hands pulling down my leggings and panties

When I reach for his sweatpants, he takes my hands and puts them on the desk behind me

"Not yet"

Uh ok

He kneels down slowly, on his knees, his hands on my hips

Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to my clit, making me jump

"Spread your lips open for me baby", he demands

I move my hands, spreading myself open and I watch him surge forward, wrapping his mouth around my clit

His mouth sucks hard right away, the pleasure hitting me fast and hard that my legs shake and knees buckle

His arms move around my legs, steadying me

Once I'm standing, his hands move to my ass, squeezing and groping as he plays

His mouth is fucking amazing, moving and sucking just fucking right

"Kyunnie", I moan, right there already

He just knows how to get me to cum quick

His mouth moves faster and I moan his name loudly as waves of pleasure wash over me while I cum

He lifts my leg, pulling my sneaker off and one side of my leggings and panties

Then he hikes my leg up and around his shoulder, burying his face more in my cunt, tongue swirling all around

"So fucking good", he whimpers, going hard and fast

"Oh god", I moan, burying my hand in his hair, pulling hard

His tongue moves into my hole and I clench on as much of it as I can

He moans inside me, the vibrations running up and down my spine

As he tongue fucks me, I start moving my hips, holding his head in place with my hands and fuck his face

His fingers dig into my ass cheek and my thigh the pain mixing with the pleasure and feeling wonderful

"Baby, baby", I groan, "Fuck such a perfect tongue baby. Just like your cock"

His tongue moves faster and I try to keep up, thrusting in his face

His tongue slides in, stars blasting in my vision as I explode around his tongue

He groans so loudly, his tongue still moving in and out of me

When the pleasure tapers off, he pulls away and the next thing I know, he spins me around and I'm bent over the desk, his cock pushing inside me

"Oh my god", I moan, feeling him open me up so pleasurably

Fill me perfectly

He pulls out, the drag of my cock sending tingles up and down my spine

"Where do you sit jagi?"

I shakily point to the middle of the room

"There?"

When I nod he shoves his cock back inside, slamming my spot and I cry from the sheer bliss

He moves fast and hard, splitting me open on his perfect thick cock

His hand lightly scratches along my thigh only adding to the pleasure

"Next time you're here baby, you can remember that you were bent over this desk and ruined by my cock", he whispers in my ear

"Fff...fuck", I moan, his words turning on, "Mmm...more baby. Harder"

"When your professor is lecturing and standing at this desk, remember that you were fucking split open and moaning for more like the slut you are"

"Yes baby"

This classroom will never be the same for me

He's right

Anytime I'm here I know I'm just going to be thinking of this moment being bent over and fucked good

"You're my slut", he growls, his hand moving to my clit and rubbing furiously

"Oh god", I moan, my legs shaking again

"Stay up jagi. I'm not done fucking you"

His constant pounding into my spot and rubbing is blinding me and I'm going to cum

Right now

"Changkyun!", I shout, stars blasting in my eyes as I orgasm

My god it feels so good and I know I'm squirting

"Yes baby fuck. Squirt all over my cock baby. All over the floor jagi. Just think baby, the next time you're in here, your professor will be standing in the spot where you squirted"

Fuck, he's right

I'm going to be so horny anytime I'm in this classroom

He's made sure of that

His hips keep moving, his legs slapping into my ass, the sound of skin hitting skin so loud, the squelching sound of his cock fucking my pussy sounding in the room

"Such a good pussy. Need you to cream my cock now jagi so I can fill you up"

"Then fuck me harder baby", I urge him

His hips immediately move faster, his cock moving so fast as my pussy desperately clenches around him

"Gonna fuck you stupid jagi. Until all you can think of is my cock inside you. All you can want is coming on my cock"

Well he succeeded because that's all I'm thinking of

"I....iiii....want that", I stammer

He jackhammers his cock into me, forcing me open over and over

"Cream up my cock jagi. You want to. I can feel it. Spasming around me so fuck fast, so hard. Cream for me"

My mind goes blank as pure ecstasy runs through me and I squeeze his cock so hard, falling over the edge again

"Changkyun oh god fuck"

He sheathes his length inside, twitching and throbbing as he orgasms, yelling my name, his warm cum filling me, feeling so good

"Yes Kyunnie fuck, fill me with your cum baby. Fuck I want it all"

"Take it baby", he whimpers, "Milk my cock jagi"

I do, loving every second of it

I don't know what it is but I love having his cum inside me

I love how he fills me perfectly, how it leaks out of me

I just love it

I'm weird, whatever

He pulls out and I close my legs so it doesn't leak all over the floor

It's bad enough I squirted all over the floor

It doesn't need his cum too

"Lift your leg baby"

I lift the one that doesn't have my shoe on and feel him put my panties back on

He pulls them all the way up, pressing it into my pussy, his cum leaking all over it

"I want you to keep my cum in your panties baby. Feel me against you while you're sitting in class, like my dirty girl I know you are"

Fuck, I'm definitely gonna be distracted this class

Feeling his cum as I sit, fuck I'm getting horny just thinking about it

He helps me put my leggings back on then puts my sneaker back on

"Baby your hair. I kind messed up the ponytail", I blush

He smirks, "It's fine jagi. I love when you pull my hair. Turns me on"

Yeah I know

When I pull his hair, he does whatever he's doing harder and faster

He pulls out his hair, brushing it back into a ponytail and tying it back up

He's so fucking hot, I can't

His phone goes off and he pulls it out of his pocket, looking at it

"Shit", he mumbles looking up at me, "Sorry jagi. I have something I have to deal with. I have to go"

I nod, understanding

"It's ok"

"What time does your class end?"

"Three thirty"

He nods, "I'll come pick you up ok? And we can spend time together?"

He's blushing and it's so fucking cute

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"And uh...spend the night with me?"

I smile, "Yeah Kyunnie. I have to wake up tomorrow for class but yeah I want to spend the night with you"

I love spending the night with him

Being in his arms, laying with him, holding him

Waking up next to him

I'll always say yes

"Great. I'll drive you to class tomorrow"

"You don't have to"

"Jagi", he says, tone serious

"Yeah yeah ok", I giggle

He smiles, grabbing the top of my pants and pulling me to him, his lips on mine

I kiss him back, touching his cheek softly

When it ends he smiles, "See you later jagi"

"Yeah baby. See you later"

He kisses my cheek quickly, then he's walking back to the door, his phone against his ear

"Yeah Jooheon", he says as he leaves the room

I pick up my bookbag then check the time

Half an hour left

Just enough time to get a soda and eat the rest of my bagel

Leaving the classroom, I head to the vending machines

---------------------------------------------------

"C'mon baby", he says, leading me into the lobby of the motel

He bypasses the machine to choose rooms and I tug on his hand

"Don't we have to pick the room?"

He shakes his head, "I already got it before I picked you up. I got the room specifically for you"

Huh, that's sweet

"Ok", I answer then go with him into the elevator

Class was so fucking long today

It's an hour and fifteen minute class but it dragged on today

It felt like ten years passed

All I wanted was to get back to him

True to his word, he was waiting for me at the front of the university

We went out to eat first, then we came here

The elevator stops on the third floor, the room right across from it

He opens the door and turns on the lights as I step inside and close the door

Looking around the room, I don't see anything special about it

It looks just like the other rooms we've been in

"Kyunnie, I don't get why you wanted this room specifically. It's like all the others"

He brings me to the bed, his lips on mine as he pushes me down, laying next to me

I close my eyes, savoring his kiss, heat flowing in my body

I whine when he pulls away but all he does is smirk

"Look up"

I raise my eyebrow in confusion but I look up

And am shocked to see a mirror above the bed

Something I've never seen before

Or even thought would be a thing

"Why is there a mirror above the bed?"

He smirks as he moves on top of me, "So you can watch yourself get eaten out, get fucked. Watch yourself in pleasure, watch the way your body moves, the way you shake. Watch how you cum"

I stare at him in shock

Is he serious?

"I take it you never done this before?"

I shake my head, "Have you?"

"No but I want to try it with you"

Ok he is just shocking me left and right

"You're not nervous?"

He smiles, "No baby. Are you?"

I bite my lip

Of course he's not nervous

He's a sex god and he has the body to prove it

"A little"

"Don't be jagi. I promise it'll be ok. We'll go at your pace ok", he assures me, moving hair behind my ear

"Ok", I agree

He smiles and it takes my breath away

"Good girl"

He moves closer, pressing his lips softly against mine

I don't know what it is about his kisses specifically that drive me crazy, that feels so amazing, that does things to me but I love it

I immediately move my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, playing with the strands of hair not in his ponytail

He kisses me deeply, pulling my shirt up

We separate only for the short time it takes to get the shirt over my head, then his sweatshirt and shirt, then our lips are back on each other's

He pulls my pants down, getting me out of my bottom clothes easily

Shoving his sweatpants and boxers off, he kicks them off when I get them as far as I can down his legs

He opens my legs, laying in between them and on top of me, just kissing me senseless

His big hands slowly caress my body- my hips, my torso, my arms, making my skin tremble

God, I never reacted this way from any guy

Only him

I want his hands on me, touching me, his lips on mine, his body against mine

I just want to get lost in him

"Mmm baby girl. Fuck, I love touching you", he groans, moving his kisses to my neck, "Fucking skin so soft, smooth. Love it"

Moaning, I tell him, "I love your hands Kyunnie. Fuck don't stop touching me"

"I won't baby", he promises

His hand moves around my breast, squeezing softly as he drags kisses down my collarbone

His lips are so soft on my skin, heating every nerve they press on

He makes his way down until he gets to my nipple

I wait in anticipation as he kisses around it

When he finally puts his mouth around my nipple and sucks, I moan so loudly, pleasure running straight to my pussy, making me soaking wet

Pushing my head back into the pillow, I glance up and am startled seeing him on top of me, blocking my view of my body

I completely forgot that there's a mirror up there

God it's hot

I didn't know watching would turn me on

In the mirror, his other hand moves down my body and moves under his

I feel his fingers touch me, rubbing my clit gently and making me moan

"God so fucking soaked. Like getting your nipple sucked baby?"

I nod, "Yes Kyunnie"

He switches to my other nipple, his pretty full lips sucking and I can't tear my eyes from the sight

His fingers slide in, burying right into my spot, my pussy throbbing around them

"Mmm baby. Feels so good. So tight. Can't wait to feel you on my cock again baby girl"

I can't fucking wait either

Coming on his cock, fuck, I want it right now but I know he won't give it to me yet

I have to wait and be his good girl

His fingers start moving, spreading open when he's deep inside, stretching me so well

His fingertips rub against my spot every time he thrusts in, his thumb on my clit, his mouth around my nipple

I'm in so much pleasure and my eyes wander to the mirror, watching his arm flex and move under his body and into me

The sight of this along with the pleasure is driving me insane and I can't hold back

My body shudders as I orgasm on his fingers, moaning his name

His fingers and mouth don't stop moving, keeping me in pleasure until my orgasm ends

He pulls his fingers out and they're immediately in his mouth, moaning and sucking my cum off him

"Fuck", I whisper

He's such a turn on

Pulling his fingers out of his mouth, his head is instantly in between my legs, his tongue swirling and running up and down my pussy

"Oh my god!", I yell, pleasure only his tongue can give blasting in my body

"So fucking good", he groans, his tongue touching all the right spots

Glancing up at the mirror, I'm mesmerized by the sight of his head in between my legs, moving as he eats my cunt, his hands gripping my hips hard, both arms flexing from how hard he's holding me

I watch myself pull his ponytail out, moving the hair tie around my wrist as I bury my hand in his hair, my fingers running through the strands

I glance back down at him as his mouth moves around my clit, sucking softly and sending bliss up my spine

"Fuck", I moan, moving my eyes between the mirror and him

I don't know which to focus on

There's so much stimulation and it's taking over

His mouth moves faster, his tongue right against my clit, rubbing with every suck

"Kyunnie fuck", I yell, "Don't stop"

His mouth moves even faster than I thought he could, throwing me head first into an orgasm

His tongue slides down into my pussy letting me cum all over it

The pleasure is so fucking amazing and I hold him against my cunt as it goes on

"Changkyun! Oh god"

Right as my orgasm ends, he moves fast, filling me up with his cock so fucking well, keeping me in pleasure

He sets a hard, fast pace, fucking into me, emptying my head until there's nothing but him

I cling onto him, moaning, fingers digging into his back, just riding the ecstasy

His big dick fucks me open and I fucking love it

One hand gropes my breast, clenching it, his palm rubbing my nipple, my back arching, shoving my body into his

"God you're so fucking beautiful", he murmurs, his dark brown eyes on me, "This fucking hot body covered in sweat. God baby, the things looking at you does to me"

I can completely relate to that

Just seeing him, fuck, makes me feral for him

He head moves down to my collarbone, his tongue licking my sweaty skin and Christ it feels so good

So erotic

"Tastes so good jagi", he smirks

Fuck, he is something else, so fucking sexy

He presses a kiss to my lips as his hand wraps around my neck while he thrusts in so fucking hard

So pleasurably

"Want to try choking?"

I nod rapidly

I do

"Good girl. Look up jagi", he growls in my ear

I do, my eyes on the mirror above the bed, watching him fuck me mercilessly

And fuck it turns me on so much more and I feel myself drench his cock more

"Oh you like that, my little slut", he smirks, "Like seeing yourself get fucking wrecked by my cock"

I moan loudly, nodding, eyes not moving from the mirror

I can see his hips snapping into me, the tattoos on his back moving as his muscles move, my legs wide open for him to do what he wants

"Please", I whine

"Aww what does my cockslut want?", he mocks, "Want to be choked?"

"Yes fuck, yes!"

"Alright whore, if you promise you'll cum"

"Yes I promise!", I cry, "I promise"

His hand immediately closes around my neck, my oxygen cut off

My heart pounds in my head, as I feel the pleasure of his huge fat cock dragging in and out of me

Of his big head smashing my spot with every thrust

Of the sheer pleasure he's giving my body

He lets go, letting me breathe in before he chokes me again

I start closing my eyes as I feel my impending orgasm

"No, eyes open", he demands, "Watch yourself fall apart on my cock baby girl"

My eyes snap open, on the mirror above us

He lets me breathe again, then grips my neck hard, slamming into me

I force my eyes open as I climax, watching my body arch and writhe under him as he keeps fucking me

The pleasure is fucking astounding, the best orgasm he's given me so far

"Oh yeah fuck. Look at this cunt cream my cock", he moans, "Fuck baby how are you coming this much?"

I have no idea

I just know it feels good

His hand loosens and I breath deeply as my orgasm finishes

"Oh no jagi. You're gonna cum again", he laughs, his speed increasing

How I don't know

He's already going so fast

He moves my legs on his shoulders, pumping his cock into me, going in so much deeper

And all I do is scream for more

He's right, I am a slut

A slut for his cock

His hand touches my clit, thumb rubbing it so fast, the bliss spiking

"Oh my god!", I cry

"Yeah jagi. Scream louder. Let everyone know I'm fucking your brains out"

I'm right there, he just has to fuck in one more time

His other hand chokes me, as he rubs my clit the same time he barrels back inside

And I lose it

I scream wordlessly as ecstasy washes over me, coming on his perfect cock

He shoves his length inside, letting me ride out my orgasm on his cock

God it feels like heaven

He lets go of my neck, my screams sounding in the room

"Good girl. Your screams are so pretty"

When I finish, he drops my legs back around his hips

I'm so exhausted, my heavy eyes closing

His leans over me, one hand by my head, the other grabbing my chin

"Hey. Did I fuck you stupid already?"

I nod, so out of it

"Well wake up. I'm not done with you", he growls, his cock starting to move inside me again, sending shivers up my spine

"I need to cum and I want you awake to suck it all out of my cock"

I nod, forcing my eyes open

"That's a good girl", he smirks

His mouth presses against mine, kissing me and fuck I fall into him

Wrapping my arms under his, my hands roam his back, touching everywhere, feeling his muscles move

His tongue moves into my mouth, kissing me deeply, as his cock moves in and out, building up another orgasm

I moan in his mouth when his hand gropes my breast, his fingers playing with my nipple

I can't hold the pleasure back and it snaps

"Changkyun!", I scream, falling over the edge, his lips on my neck, pressing kisses anywhere he can

My eyes find their way to the mirror, just as he moans my name, his hot cum shooting inside me

I watch his body shake and I hold him tightly, pressing kisses to his hair

I feel him relax a minute later, his head on my shoulder, breathing hard

"Did...did you like it jagi?"

"Of course Kyunnie. You're fucking amazing. I don't know how you make everything feel so good", I answer, running my fingers in his hair

I absolutely love feeling the soft strands fall through my fingers, even if they are wet with sweat right now

"Did you like it"

"One hundred percent", he breathes, "Always. You're perfect"

I feel myself blush, just like I do every time he says that

I'm not perfect

Not by a long shot

He takes a breath, then, "Jagi, I can't....I can't do this bullshit of seeing you only once a week"

He's right

It is bullshit

I just didn't know he felt that way too

"Please jagi, can I see you more?" he asks

"Yea baby. Of course"

"Do you want that?", he asks

"Yeah Kyunnie. I do. A lot"

He sighs in relief, "Good baby"

"Good", I repeat

"Stay with me?"

"Yeah baby", I answer, wanting nothing more than to do just that

"Every time", he says sleepily

"Every time", I confirm

I kiss his forehead softly, then using my leg I kick up the blanket and pull it over us

Putting my hand on his back, I slowly and softly run my fingers up and down his back

He's already breathing evenly, falling asleep on top of me

And I'm more than ok with holding him all night

#ksmutclub #love motel #changkyun fanfic #changkyun smut #changkyun fic #i.m fics #i.m smut #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #monsta x smut

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Earth Angel In Wing & Sweater-Town (2024)

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Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to VivziePop

Credit for Red Vs Blue Series goes to Burnie Burns & Rooster Teeth

Credit for Halo Game Series goes to Bungie

Credit for Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command goes to Disney

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in case some might not be able to read the words very well, I think clicking on the drawing to make it bigger might help...I'm saying this before I post this, in case it might not be big enough to read the words unless one clicks on it...

I also decided use the angelsona tag for this, because technically the Earth Angel in the drawing is suppose to be me, in both wing and sweater town.

I would of posted this on January 6, 2024….the day I drew it, but there was a bit of a problem with Tumblr it would appear…which the info about it says it was being worked on and trying to fix it.

I was feeling a bit in a sad mood some hours ago on January 6th, before I drew this drawing on the same day, but maybe I can talk about it another time.

and while I did check once more, a few minutes later…it appeared that Tumblr was back to normal again, but I decided to wait until January 7, 2024 to post this.

also there can be different reasons why some Humans and Humans who are Earth Angels, to fall under the 8th Sin…some of them being because of Other Humans and Eon-Boomer Angels/Fallen Angels. and even if I know I don't really have the power to, but if I had lost my second cat because they weren't taking to the vet on time or those who work at the vet messed up and I lost my fluffy baby because of it…

I would cause Omnigeddon…also my day was doing a little okay on January 6, 2024 and I had plan to play some video games as well, but then something had to put me in a not so great mood and so I had to go to bed to sleep it off…

well at least some other stuff that happen later after what put me in a poor mood, end up making me feel a little more better. and yeah, the one who is hiding in both wing & sweater town is suppose to be me…

ya can't really see me, only know that I'm hiding behind energy wings and a sweater because the drawing is suppose to match how I was feeling because of some some humans…

I think sleeping the 8th Sin off helped a bit, well that and some stuff that ended up making me feel better…at least I watched a few episodes of Ah My Goddess and some episodes of Sailor Moon before that thing that I saw that put me in a gloomy mood.

Alastor being able to use Earth Angel Magic, does seem like a interesting idea…the idea is that he uses the pendulum to find where I am, which is in wing & sweater town.

and I guess if I had to talk little bit of what made me feel unhappy and think as well feel like I'm under the 8th Sin during that time, it has to do with that bad mouthing about Alastor… hopefully things will work out….

and ya know, it be interesting if he could use a pendulum even in ways I may not be able to, even though it did freak me out at first when I was holding a pendulum for the first time and it started to move around like crazy…

the chance of Alastor also being RH Negative, is perhaps very VERY small…but I'm going to view him as being RH Negative in the Fanon… speaking of that, I am going to at least try to see if I can at long last, get to the whole checking my blood type again…and yeah I get your blood type is with you for the rest of your life.

but I guess it's freaky to have O RH D Negative Blood, and your own Mom has O RH Negative Blood, but where did the "D" part come from…?

and yeah I'm weird, one of my weird thoughts is that I don't want Jesus, Antichrist, and Archangel Samael to harm Mother than she was already…

and by "Mother" I mean the Omni-Mom, and by that I mean the Goddess. I can still believe in Jesus, but if he is a part of that mess along with Archangel Samael…

well I'm not going to agree with it, and he still needs to be saved from himself if some stuff I read that has to do with him turn out to be true.

also no one is gonna change my mind about believing in both God and Goddess, not even that Toxic-Religious jerk who should of just shut up when I pointed out how bad that they were making me feel. hopefully they aren't doing that to more people.

I'm going to hope other Earth Angels finally wake up to the truth, but it should be of their own free will. but in case not all Earth Angels wake up to the truth, I might as well go solo until more Earth Angels finally wake up to the truth.

even if things are a bit more better for most women and girls (even if it isn't at 100% and is likely around 99% or 98% or maybe around 95%)

but we still need to finally see that one of the problems…is that Omni-Mom was harmed as well as the Divine Feminine energy, and it took probably a super long time for her to get a bit more better.

I think when I can, I will do another drawing ship of Wasp x Lazuli (from Transformers Animated & Steven Universe), and another Mamtella drawing (Mammon x Stella's ship name), that ship name still seems like some kind of food ya eat.

even just talking/writing about that ship name Mamtella, it made me hungry…I can't help that their ship name reminds me of food. XD well me being my weird self is better than being gloomy and possibly going all 8th Sin at times…I could make a list as to what causes me to become under the influence of 8th Sin…

and once again the whole "Eveningstar" has to do with the weird thing with my Mom, and how she NEVER got Morning sickness with me, but instead got Evening sickness.

I rather be called a purple blood than a blue blood, cause at times blue blood can mean another thing…some might know very well if they had looked it up before.

so I'm glad that only some of my Ancestors were Royals and some weren't, I wouldn't be a purple blood if it weren't for both my royal and non-royal ancestors. :D

I'm a Weird Earth Angel Princess, even if I don't work 100% like Other Earth Angels and I know I'm a Defective Earth Angel.

anyway, I had to draw how I was feeling, like the feeling of wanting to go to both wing and sweater town and not come out of wing and sweater town for a while…or it could be called wing-sweater town…

and yes, I know that Flowey has pink eyes in this, it was on purpose. Sari is holding Andy from Red Vs Blue, and right next to her is Tucker's Son, who could have small bits of Human DNA even if he doesn't appear Human at all.

both Andy and Sari are right about Humans, some of them are Shisno but some of them aren't and don't act like a bunch of Shisno…

so in other words, for the Humans who don't act like a Shisno and aren't Shisno at all, it means there is still hope for Humans.

and hopefully some humans will try not to act like they are better than some who have a biracial or multiracial heritage, even if not all humans are like that…

but ya know it is still possible some are still out there, and are gonna insult some other humans and even humans who are earth angels who have a biracial or multiracial heritage.

and even if some humans don't mean to come off like it, like those who really mean it, they might not fully understand that they could insult and bring about not so great feelings to some.

I also think that even if I try to explain about it, it is likely my words will be misinterpreted…..

it wouldn't be the first time, though at least half of the time my words got misinterpreted, it wouldn't be as bad and I might be able to explain a bit better than how it first came out, so in other words some small misunderstandings are fine so long as they don't end up hurting someone's feelings in a very bad way.

but I know it is possible even if I try not to let some of my words get misinterpreted, it doesn't mean it wont still happen at times and the times that it does, there will be a chance my feelings will get hurt as well.

and yeah, it might be best that I don't get too into the whole why some are hating on Alastor, but I'm going to still hope that things work out the right way and he appears in many future episodes, well the future episodes he will appear in.

I know that in some shows, even some characters who are part of the main characters, will at times not appear in a episode but will in the next.

one of Alastor's powers is Radio Manipulation, and from the powerlisting fandom, there is a list of names that show what it is also called by…

like Radiofonokinesis, Radio Distortion, Radio Wave Manipulation/Control, Radio Frequency Manipulation/Control and just Radio Control.

even if I had that weird thing happen with one of the radios we have, which by the way I think it might only happen once in a while with me, so that might be a good thing.

and one of the other powers that Alastor has is being able to use tendrils, which is also listed in Darkness Manipulation, of course it says Applications and it has Darkness Solidification.

there is also something that says manipulate the properties of darkness/shadow.

and we could view in the episode Alastor first appears in, he was using both Radiofonokinesis and Umbrakinesis, which one of the other names of Darkness Manipulation would be Shadow Control/Manipulation, Erebokinesis, Dark Control/Manipulation, Sciakinesis and Achluokinesis and yeah also the Umbrakinesis.

and for all we know, the reason he could be so powerful is because in his human life, he was of the Nephilim Bloodline, even if not being a full Nephilim, but there are some Earth Angels who do come from the Nephilim Bloodline.

not like we can help that, we aren't our Nephilim Ancestors. and calling us (by me and others) who have RH Negative blood, and who have Nephilim Ancestors as just as evil and bad as them, is a foolish thing.

plus I can't help but wonder if Earth has been through a loop many times before, which has to do with what those Eon-Boomers and the harm it causes Omni-Mom.

like the whole "End of The World" may have happen many MANY like a lot of times before, and each time the Earth would go through a type of "rebirth" and go back to how it was before that mess happen. well hopefully that isn't true, well unless it happen in another timeline and we live in a new alternate branch of it…

I like this drawing, it might of help a bit more to get some feelings out, and yeah as weird as it might be, in the drawing, Alastor is using the pendulum to track and find a Earth Angel, which in Fanon (and Noncanon) could be seen as one of his abilities.

and even if it isn't a official title, I'm still gonna call myself The Embodiment of Weirdness. XD

well me being weird and silly is better than when I feel unhappy.

and I'm glad I feel better from how I felt yesterday, it sucked feeling like that...which I think when you have days when you feel a bit melancholy, that could be the 8th Sin for all we know...

and the best thing I think I can do when I get like that, is if maybe try to either sleep it off or maybe do some other stuff, like watching a movie or a show I like, or reading.

plus maybe gems can help with the feelings of melancholy, like you could feel that way at times but certain gems help heal it.

of course not everyone has to be open about the healing properties of gems. and I'm still keeping my gem bracelets on for the multi-purpose I use them for and only take them off when I truly need to.

I think the 8th Sin who is like the Embodiment of Melancholy, and the 8th Ring, would likely be Fanon and Not Canon in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss.

so the 8th Ring and Embodiment Of Melancholy would be in like a Fanon AU version of the two shows.

Embodiment Of Melancholy, probably needs a nice and fluffy blanket around them, some comfort food, a nice movie to watch and if they want and give permission for it, a nice comforting hug.

even if I don't like to be touched sometimes, I don't mind getting a hug if that is truly what I want.

sometimes surprise hugs where I'm hug from behind, would likely startle me and I might not like it very much...even if some might not truly get why I might not like it but maybe some might get it if they feel the same about certain surprise hugs.

I think it was around last year/2023 or maybe it was 2022, that had one of my family members startle me when they hug me from behind...

anyway my angelsona in this drawing, mentioning about being under the 8th Sin's influence, just seem to fit because well I was feeling not great before but I think sleeping off and waking up to some stuff that made me a bit happy, may have helped.

anyway I hope some like this drawing, and understand why I put my angelsona self in wing-sweater town, because it was to express how I was feeling.

and yeah even if it isn't canon to Alastor's powers, I like the idea about him using Earth Angel Magic in the Fanon.

Viva La Weirdness, The Embodiment Of Weirdness Era! XD

#do not reblog without permission #earth angel #angelsona #crossover fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #steven universe fanart #undertale fanart #transformers animated #tfa fanart #red vs blue fanart #halo fanart #blosc fanart #alastor hazbin hotel #steven quartz universe #sari sumdac #junior rvb #flowey the flower

[the-inbetween-sp]

Tweek: Craig …. Please tell me it’s a prank … Craig: … I don’t think that’s a prank Tweek: oh god oh Jesus Craig: … I- I don’t know what we should do … our friend is...Dead Stan: aww be for real guys no one is dead Eric: yeah that’s a prank night guys it’s fucking obvious Tweek: ha- common Craig they’re right … Craig: they’re not … check yourself … he’s dead … there’s nothing we can do

Tweek: AHMM Craig: you actually did it are you insane !!!!???? Stan: wow… I think he is really insane Craig: shut up I’m the only one who calls him that Stan: whatever it’s not like Clyde is dead or somethin-

Tweek: GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH——- HE’S DEAD HE’S DEADDDD AND IT’S ALL OUR FUALT WHAAA- Craig: TWEEK HONEY CALM D- Tweek: WHAAA- why is this happening I can’t I-

Craig: shhhh- Tweek just try not to make any noises if anyone heard us we’re doomed Tweek: muffling: b-but what about Clyde-??? Craig: it’s alright I- I- guess we can figure this out just k-keep calm and try not to scream or raise your voice ok ? Tweek: I-I’ll try ….oh god Stan: s-so Clyde is actually dead ?!!!! Jimmy: w-when Tweek screams like this we should make sure it’s not a joke anymore Kyle: oh god ….

Kyle: y-you said there’s is a way we can get out of this Craig …h-how ?! I mean he’s already d-dead what are we gonna do Eric: what we will just run away like nothing happened Kyle: of course not you fatass Stan: what are we gonna join some demon-ish cult to wake him from the dead Craig ! Craig: n-no !!! Of course no .. but I- I was thinking … and I came up with a conclusion Tweek: w-what is it ughhh-?!

Craig: have you guys heard of the dimensional theory ? Kyle: the name is similar to me but can you tell us what’s that Eric: it’s probably about his nerdy space stuff Craig: it would be much easier if you knew it but I’ll try to explain it in the most simple way possible… alright let’s say we live in a dimension it’s the 3rd dimension and there’s other dimensions like the second dimension or the first or the forth it can go to as long as you imagine dimensions never end but entering them is almost impossible it’s like entering another world wait dimensions are different worlds that’s why they’re pointed out as a theory

But and out of this theory there is another theory and it makes sense a lot… It says that probably in every dimension there’s another version of yourself and every version is literally different it could have another personality a different life but it’s you !!

Stan: and what the fuck this have to do with Clyde’s death !!?

Craig: just wait this is what I came with …

Eric: what the fuck is that Craig no one can understand your drawing !!! Craig: uhh it’s easy let me tell you today when I was in the bus I saw a weird purple radiation in the forest nearby and when I saw Clyde’s body I knew it was the same thing that I saw killed him it’s the same thing ..! So I figured this out: if what I saw today was a gate to another DIMENSION and things form that dimension is killing people around ! Stan: that’s the dumbest thing ever Kyle: no he’s right Token: yeh that makes sense Craig: so I figured out that if we go to this place maybe we can find some kind of magic that can make Clyde alive again

Jimmy: maybe we find and maybe we w-w-won’t

Tweek: t-the only way we can find out is to go there ughhh-

Craig: then let’s go

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Craig: I- I can’t believe my eyes Tweek: there was actually a gate aughh ! Stan: wow I can’t believe this is real Kyle: I wonder what’s behind it Jimmy: should we go inside i-it ? Craig: let’s wish for more miracles to happened Tweek: are you going ?! Craig: of course I’m going Tweek: nghh are you sure what it kills you or something aghh-! Craig: don’t worry if it’s safe I’ll tell you to come in

Craig: wow what is that place it’s completely a different world… and it’s beautiful ! …. shouts guys it’s safe !!! Tweek: it is ??! Token: let’s go guys ! Tweek: this place is amazing I’m relived sighs

Tweek: so I-is that another dimension ?! Craig: uhh T-Tweek !! ???: hey there … Tweek: ghaaaaaaaaah- whatttttt??!!?

Craig: wow … looks like the theories was actually right Kyle: you mean this is Clyde in a another dimension Craig: he is ! ???: did I interrupt your conversation ? Stan: man that’s creepy what should we say … Jimmy: let Craig h-handle t-this Craig: me ?!.. fine ???: can you even here me ??

Craig: uhh hey there my name is Craig these are my friends we’re from the 3rd dimension ???: 3rd dimension wow I have never seen people from there … what a coincidence that you all are another version of my friends Craig: so you m-must be Clyde right ? Clyde: yes ! Craig: w-what dimension are we in Clyde: you don’t know ? Craig: how would we know Clyde: we are in the inBetween it’s the dimension that connects every dimension you can imagine… it’s like a bridge to every dimension Craig: wow.. I never heard such a thing Clyde: you can go to every dimension here… but not all of them are safe … so you can actually here find anything you can imagine… kinda Tweek: anything we imagine ? Can we bring a dead person back to life ?

Clyde: There is a way but… believe you don’t want to get involve with this stuff

Craig: I’ll do anything to see Clyde alive again ! Tweek: me to Eric: me to Craig: even Eric agreed with us guys Eric: will of course, I don’t want to get in trouble ! Craig: whatever… just tell us what we should do and we will do it Clyde: alright… I’ll explain how to works. So if you want to get any one dead back to live we have to make a deal So there is something called a curse Craig: curse? Clyde: a curse can be good but it can also be very bad in the same time let me explain if we made the deal you will all get cursed but there is 3 kind of curses you can get : 1: a good curse will give you some kind of natural connection into different things that will give you some kind of powers no one can have 2: a bad curse if you get that you will probably die in a few minutes or live for eternity but you’re curse might take control over your body and you’ll probably have to deal with stuff you don’t wanna know about Craig: Wh-what do you mean ?! Clyde: I-it’s hard to explain how it works unless you’re cursed with it but it’s something like having two personalities and every side want to take control of the other since except that it’s in a more cursed way Tweek: ghaaa- this is awful Clyde: I know … I know someone who have this curse and I don’t like dealing with him at all Stan: but what about the third curse !? Clyde: it’s good and bad actually if you get that curse it will be like the first curse except that it will have side effects after using you power like massive headache or other painful effects so like you won’t be the luckiest if you get it Craig: I see… Clyde: so anyone is one the deal..? Tweek: I-if someone makes the deal they will be the only one to get infected? Clyde: no one makes the deal and everyone gets cursed Eric: wow … I’m not risking my ass Stan: me neither Jimmy: if I make t-the deal and give everyone a bad c-c-curse everyone is gonna hate me forever Clyde: I see no one is on I guess I’ll just leave if t- Craig: I’m on it Everyone: gasps

Tweek: Craig !!? Are you insane are you sure you wanna do that !? Craig: oh come on babe I’m sure I’m lucky enough Tweek: but this is so risky Craig: it’s alright honey I’m sure everything is gonna work out just how we wanted Tweek: I-if you say s

Clyde: are you ready .. Craig: let’s get this over with

Clyde:We have our self a deal

Clyde: w-where am I ?! Token: you guys … Clyde he is back ! Craig: oh my god Clyde ! Clyde: I sure have slept a lot … I-it’s so bright in here Tweek: oh- thank god Clyde is alive but… what about the curse every thing seems a-alright ! Craig: how do we know what curse we got ?! Im..worried a little Clyde: well I guess y’all are lucky enough… you didn’t get any bad curses if you did the signs will immediately will show up Tweek: t-thank god everything worked out just like how we wanted … I’m so relieved Cartmen: I was ready to kick Craig’s ass any moment Craig: shut up man Jimmy: g-guys… I think we should head back to the cam-p-p Stan: yeah Jimmy is right what if the teachers are looking for us or something Craig: then let’s explain to Clyde what happened to us on the wa

AFTER ARRIVING AT THE CAMP THE TEACHERS HAD TO CANCEL THE CAMPING TRIP AND RETUN THE KIDS HOME BECAUSE SOME OF THE OTHER STUDENTS COMPLAINED SEEING “WEIRD THINGS” IN THE FOREST

Tweek: thanks for walking with me Craig: I wouldn’t let you walk alone this late Tweek: will… see you tomorrow Craig: alright !.. don’t forget don’t tell any living soul about what happened we’re pretending like nothing happened Tweek: alright alright … Craig: alight see you tomorrow goodnight honey …

Tweek: mom dad I’m back Richard: oh- son we were dead worried about you we heard from the teachers something happened in the forests is everything alright Tweek: everything is fine teachers just overreact Helen: we thought we will lose you Richard: you know that without you life can’t be easy you know you’re important to the coffee shop son ! Tweek: Can you for once talk to me without bringing up the shop ! You wouldn't care if I died in the forest you will only care about your stupid little shop you guys never loved me because I’m me you only care about me because I help you with the shop … I hate this i hate this !! Richard: Tweek we didn’t say we don’t like you but you but you know how important this place is to us Tweek: more important then your only son … Richard: you seem stressed how about you have some coffee before you sleep son… Tweek: no thanks I’ll be fine I just want to be alone for sometime… I’ll be up in my room Helen: alright goodnight son Tweek: ..goodnight!

Tweek: I wish they can care about me for once …

#south park #south park au #sp art #south park comic #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #south park jimmy #south park craig #south park creek #south park token #south park clyde #south park eric cartman #south park tweek #tweek #craig #the in between sp #south park stan #artists on tumblr

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Remembrance Chapter 11

here on ao3 or read in below

Armand looks between Daniel and Louis, then back to Louis. It's obvious they're having some sort of mental communication. After a few seconds, he drops his hand. “I'll let you get back to it. Call if you need me.”

Daniel watches him go, though he suspects he doesn't go far. There's a moment of heavy silence. Then Louis begins to speak as if nothing happened.

And so the story continues.

Daniel listens without interruption as Louis talks about his life, Lestat, his sister, Claudia. Louis reads aloud how Claudia follows Louis and Lestat without knowing why, other than that she can't find meaning without them.

And doesn't that sound familiar? Daniel hadn't been able to find meaning in his life without Armand. But Claudia thinks she was made to be Louis' sister. Daniel wonders if Louis ever knew that was what she thought. Wonders if maybe it isn't partly true.

Of course, Claudia eventually returns. How could she not?

But that's when things fall apart. Because she doesn't come back to stay, no, she comes back for Louis. And Lestat can't have that. Her exact words to Louis were “I thought I could live without you, but I was wrong.”

Daniel had said the same words to Armand once. And what had Armand said? “There is nothing for you now, Daniel, except for me. Madness waits out there.”

Madness would be better than what happened next. Daniel knows it's going to turn violent even before Louis says anything. Things were at a boiling point, and violence was inevitable.

Had he and Armand ever truly been violent? Daniel remembers love-making that had been vicious, remembers fights that had been volatile, but true violence? No, that had never happened. Even when provoked Armand.

Once, during one of their arguments—and it was always the same argument, really—Daniel had accused Armand of being a liar and struck him. He had been packing his bags during the fight, ready to bolt. Armand had grabbed him by the arm to stop him and Daniel slapped him.

He can still remember the look on his face, the anger flashing in his eyes as he hissed “How dare you!”

Armand had looked truly monstrous and it was frightening and exciting and infuriating.

So Daniel had said, “Don't hit me. You might kill me. You're very strong.” Except he had been trying to provoke Armand to do just that. He wanted Armand to strike him, was the sick thing. Wanted it so he'd have something to hang over his head during their next fight.

Jesus, he was fucked up.

The next part is difficult to listen to. Daniel thinks if he didn't remember Louis, remember caring for Louis, he might be able to be objective. What Lestat does to him, in front of their daughter, no less, is sickening. Hell, it makes Daniel want to find the bastard and drive a stake through his heart. If that could even kill him.

Daniel wants to say something comforting, but what comes out is “And you don't consider yourself abused.”

Louis' face shutters and he draws back. “I think that's enough for tonight.”

Daniel sighs. “Wait, I didn't mean-”

“You did,” Louis cuts in, then looks off in the distance. Daniel can guess that Armand is telepathically checking in on him. Good. At least one of them isn't sticking their foot in their mouth.

Louis stands. “Good night, Daniel.”

Daniel watches him walk out without protest. Once he's out of sight, he rubs a hand over his face. This interview is proving harder than he imagined. He sits and tries not to think of Louis beaten and bloody. It's insane that he still cares. He shouldn't. He shouldn't be here.

He's not left to his thoughts long. Only a few moments pass before Armand enters and places a steaming mug in front of him. Daniel lifts it and takes a sip. It's tea, that ridiculously expensive kind made from leaves that only grow in a specific rainforest. It had been Daniel's favorite in the seventies. Armand still remembers just the way he takes it.

Armand sits across from him and doesn't speak. Daniel takes another swallow of tea and thinks of what to say. “Thanks,” he says and lifts the tea. He looks toward where Louis exited. “He going to be alright?”

“Speaking of the past is difficult for Louis,” says Armand. “But yes, he will be fine. I'll take care of him.”

“Why aren't you now?” Daniel asks. Why is Armand out here with him instead of with Louis?

“Then who would care for you, my boy?”

Daniel feels a flare of anger surge through him. What right does Armand have to call him his boy, after all this time? “Not your boy, and I don't need taken care of.”

Once, after a particularly vicious fight, Daniel had told Armand he'd always been his. They'd been wrapped around each other in bed, just finished fucking. Make up sex with Armand was always especially intense. Armand's fingers had been stroking through his hair and Daniel had his face buried in Armand's chest. “You know, I'm still yours, right? Even when I leave. I'll always be yours. I don't know what else to be.” Then Armand had made love to him again and things were good for awhile.

The memory makes him burn red with shame. He wonders if Armand is poking around in his head, hearing him think of it.

“Perhaps I want to take care you, whether you need it or not.”

“Well, don't,” Daniel snaps. He pulls off his glasses and rubs his eyes. “Shit. I slapped an abuse victim.”

Armand's mouth twitches at the corner. “Louis wouldn't like being called a victim.”

Doesn't mean he isn't one, but Daniel's not going to push it. “I'd feel worse if he didn't deserve it.”

Armand glances towards Daniel's hands. “How is your hand?”

It's a little sore, but that's par for course these days. Everything aches all the time. The joys of old age and disease. “Fine.”

“May I?” Armand says, and reaches towards him. He doesn't wait for an answer before taking Daniel's hand in his. He massages it, rubbing his thumbs over his tired muscles with just the right amount of pressure. It feels pretty nice, actually.

Armand is focused on his hand while he does it, so Daniel takes the opportunity to drink in the sight of him. He's a damn fool, but he's missed him. Even without remembering him, he missed him. There always was that something lacking that he could never find, that ephemeral feeling he kept chasing.

Daniel hates him so much he can't stand it; he wants him so much it hurts.

Armand kneads his thumb over a tender spot and Daniel lets his eyes fall closed. He sucks in a breath and pulls back his hand. “I'm going to bed. Go take care of Louis.”

He rises to his feet and Armand lets him leave. Part of him wishes he hadn't.

When he crawls into bed, it's hard to sleep. His brain won't shut off, won't stop bringing up memories. So much of his life is wrapped up in these two vampires. Being with them had been the best and worst time of his life.

After an hour, he's ready to give up. He goes to the bathroom—no one told him how often you have to pee when you get old—and washes his hands. He's sees a flicker in the mirror, something behind him. It's there and gone too quickly to make out. Then cold seeps down to his pores, sliding down the back of his neck and filling his body with an icy chill.

The image behind him flickers again. A girl in a yellow dress, her face twisted in anger. Claudia.

Daniel turns around and sees nothing. His heart is pounding in his chest. “Claudia?”

No answer. Whatever he saw is gone, and the chill fades with it.

A ghost. He just saw a ghost. Claudia's ghost.

Daniel casts his eyes around, but there's no sign of her. “Don't worry, I'm going to find out what happened to you.”

And he will. Then just maybe, by the time this is over, she can have some peace.

#iwtv fic

[aristobun]

" Are you fucking kidding me? " he says, but there is no indication of how he means it, although the words themselves are suggestive of the fact that he is not happy at all. 

“ Obviously not, Frank, why would I lie about something like that? “ she snaps at him, hurt in her voice as she considers storming back out of the room to make her way home.

“ Don’t you fucking dare. Stay right there, “ he demands, his tone now very stern, but there is a hint of something more.

Frank approaches her slowly, with each step her heart only continues to hammer more in her chest. She has no idea if he is going to handle her aggressively or get right in her face to yell at her, so when he almost slumps against her, hanging his head low on her shoulder and breathing unevenly, she is at a loss for what else to possibly say to him.

He has never allowed himself to be this vulnerable before, but there was of course that one time a few years ago when he did have a complete meltdown in her office. This felt different in a way, though. He has gone from his usual cocky self to a mere boy in no less than a few minutes.

“ Are you really pregnant? “ he asks, finally lifting his head up off of her shoulder and standing up straight, albeit shaking a little where he stands as she notices a tear roll down his cheek that he chooses simply to ignore for the time being.

“ Yes, Frank. Are you.. okay? “ she can see he isn’t but the idea that he could be crying for some other reason besides delight is the first thought that enters her head. “ Do you hate me? “

He pauses, breath hitching when he hears her say that. They had spent the first few months of knowing one another back then absolutely loathing each other, but he was surprised she still held the belief that he did, even now.

A man like him would so he understood it, but he couldn’t fathom how she reached that conclusion while they had been intimate.

“ No, Helene, I don’t hate you. I just—don’t know how to deal with this. I never thought I’d have this problem, “ he says, not realising soon enough how that might have sounded.

“ Oh, I see. This is an inconvenience to you, “ she berates him even as he is standing there looking like a lost puppy. Green eyes are glistening as he looks into her own brown hues.

“ No it fuckin’ isn’t. Jesus, Helene.. “ his annoyance slips right on through whatever emotions he is currently feeling and out comes the man she knows once more. “ I just mean I’ve never had to deal with anything like this before. I don’t have even a little experience.. I don’t know what to do.. doesn’t mean I’m not happy. “

“ You’re actually truly happy about this? “ her trust in him has been wavering for a while now, but she’s willing to give him the benefit of the doubt in this scenario. “ How do you really feel about becoming a Dad, Frank? “

He freezes at those words, not wanting to piss her off but also not wanting to upset her. He isn’t mad about it, but he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a way that wouldn’t leave her feeling confused by his meaning.

Frank simply looks at her with that same old gaze, staring down into her soul before he brings one hand up to brush a loose strand of her away from her face, tucking it carefully behind her ear.

“ I don’t know how I feel, honestly. I just know I’m not opposed to it—guess we’ll figure the rest out as we go, “ he says, smile forming on his lips as another solitary tear rolls down.

“ Not gonna lie, Frank, I anticipated worse, “ she chuckles very lightly, not drawing too much attention to those words. “ I’m just happy you won’t be leaving me on my own in this. “

“ I might be the worlds biggest piece of shit, Helene, but I’m not a monster, “ he says, smile turning into a deep smirk.

#my writing #drabbles #starkey #helene marie starling #frank tj mackey

[thornescratch]

Hi! I’m really curious about the ‘I want to understand you, I study your obscure language’ one for the wip thing!

Ooof. So I don't really like Sidney Crosby, for a series of reasons that we won't get into because some of them come down to petty geographical sports reasons, and some of them come down to petty fandom reasons, but I have friends who do like him and I guess also tumblr followers as well, so I try to not be... awful or obvious about it. I used to be much worse! He's slightly more tolerable for me now that the Caps have a Cup.

It's honestly, like, only 500 words from being complete. I just keep putting it off. I’m kinda-- I can deal with fictional Crosby (and to be fair, fictional Ovechkin is also easier to deal with over real Ovechkin) but I worry that my attitude towards him bleeds through the writing, so I tend to second guess myself a lot while writing him, on if I’m being fair or not.

Anyway, the fic itself is quite short, and grew out of a double drabble request someone asked of me some years back and I think the prompt was something like Crosby and Ovechkin and conversations. The title is from a line of Pushkin poetry and it’s (supposed to be, anyway) relevant to their actual conversations. And so it was two very short little pieces about them and each other's voicemails, and I always thought it was sorta missing something. So then I figured, oh, thematically, there should be a closing scene where they talk in person. But what are they talking about? And, well it just happened on its own.

But there's something different about this, in a way. And then he knows, and Jesus fucking Christ, holy fucking shit. This is going to piss off so many people. This is amazing. Alex is actually kind of unable to talk from the sheer delight of it.

But as the silence drags on, Sidney looks even more agonized, and the dull flush of red starts creeping down his neck as well. "So, yeah. I know things are sometimes weird but. Even so. I guess I could have handled some things different, like better. But I can, I mean. In the future.

"If you want," he adds when Alex still doesn't say anything.

"With me," he tacks on after that, like Alex actually needs the clarification.

"Oh my God," Alex says blankly, still marveling over the hilariousness of it all. "Sidney Crosby, you love me. Like, in love with me."

And he starts to laugh his ass off.

Sid blinks and then makes the exact same pissy expression that he does whenever he loses a faceoff, which isn't an sight Alex usually gets to see this close up—he's usually been off to the side and watching the way Nicky takes the draw, while hoping for a one timer chance—but he almost can't focus on enjoying the look on Sid's face because he's still too busy being consumed with the enormous glee of it all.

"Yeah, well," Sid says grumpily, when Alex doesn't stop laughing like a maniac. "I thought you should know."

"I knew," Alex says, still wheezing.

"I thought I should tell you, though," Sid says. "You. I just. Thought I should say it."

"Oh," Alex says, "good," and then he swallows the last of his laughter down in a hiccup, so he can crowd in close, then reach out and touch the little furrow line between Sid's eyes; it smooths out under his finger. "I'm glad you did."

"Yeah?" Sid asks, eyebrows raised, still a little stiff and defensive.

"Well, you don't say it like I think you gonna say it, but you say it Sidney way," Alex says. "That's okay, that's best way, actually."

"Oh," Sid says. He frowns. "Uh. I guess we can do the classic thing. I love you. Is that better?" He shifts his weight from foot to foot. "I could, like, go down on one knee, I guess."

"It's good too," Alex says. "Actually, yeah, I want one knee." A thought occurs to him as Sid is in the process of going to one knee. "Oh my God, you already got a ring too, yeah?"

"What?" Sid says, frozen halfway down, and then looks shifty. "No, I don't have a ring on me."

Alex stares hard at Sid, runs that through his head, considers everything he knows about him, and then he starts laughing in helpless joy again. "You do, though. I bet you already buy a ring. Maybe not here, but I bet you got ring hiding, like, in sock drawer."

Sid looks grumpy again and stands up, arms crossed over his chest. "I wouldn't store anything valuable in my sock drawer."

"You got me valuable ring?" Alex says, still hiccupping with laughter. "Ooh. I wanna see."

"I'm keeping it now," Sid says. "I'm gonna take it back to the store."

"You wanna marrrrrry me," Alex croons, and right before Sid can get really pissed off, he swallows as much of his giggling as he can and says, "Okay, yes. Wait, no, you don't ask. Ask. On knee, you gotta do it right. Come on, come on." He gestures and snaps his fingers.

"Okay yes what?" Sid asks. The pissy faceoff loss expression is giving rapid way to more of a confused I just heard a whistle blow and I can't tell if the penalty is on my team or we're about to get a powerplay expression. Hope and dread mixing together in equal parts, and expecting chaos no matter what.

"Ask me," Alex says.

"…right now?" Sid says, still looking like he's trying to recover from the conversational whiplash. "I don't have my notes."

"You don't need notes, you already know I'm gonna say yes," Alex says patiently. He would like to see the ring first, because he prefers classic yellow gold even if everyone's into platinum these days, but Sid is weird and conscientious enough to probably already have a full folder of research on Alex's taste in jewelry and there's no chance in hell he doesn't know that already. Hell, he bets Sid's proposal notes have multiple versions that were specifically calibrated for optimal weighted outcomes based on geography, time of year, day of the week, weather, which of their respective teams won their last game against each other, point standings, and whatever other insane factors Sid thought would possibly affect the answer.

#Anonymous #Alexander Ovechkin #Sidney Crosby #hockey RPF #writing #meme #fanfiction #Washington Capitals

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Princesses, Queens, and Their Butler 👑 - Room '4' U Series

A/N: Let's not talk about how the first chapter was posted almost seven months ago... 😶😬 Anyways, this was supposed to be a thing where I had a chapter for each of the Paladins on their birthday, but then I got slapped upside the head by this thing called 'life', and as you can guess, it didn't happen! So, everyone's gonna have to share this birthday present and I'll go back to the drawing board to do something better for next year, I promise. 💞

Happy very late Birthday to some of my favorite people on the Earth: @neon-city-dreams @kingmaker-a @foolish-sparrow @sanccharine I hope you enjoy this present even though it's very, very, very late! I love and appreciate each one of you more than you'll ever know! 💖💜💙💛 You all are absolute kings, queens, and royalty who deserve to have the world at their finger tips.

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TW: Probably OOC Paladins, it's supposed to be like a crack fic so don't take it too seriously, this was based on a conversation that the Paladins had like six months ago, Katie being a tyrant as per usual

Neon happily admires his reflection as he makes the final adjustments for his costume.

“I look fantastic in this pink dress.”

King snorts while trying to hold back laughter.

“You look ridiculous.”

Neon gasps before placing his hand over his heart in a dramatic fashion.

“What do you mean I look ridiculous? We’re wearing the same outfit!”

King smirks before shaking his head.

“Yeah, but I pull it off way better than you ever will.”

“Oh, come on!” Neon softly whines.

“We don’t have time to argue. We have a royal entrance to make.”

~

“Pabo, would you like some tea?” Katie asks before softly giggling.

“Of course I would, my Queen!” Pabo smiles at the younger girl who excitedly claps her hands.

“Butler! Get me and my dear friend some tea!”

Mala sighs before walking into the kitchen.

“Why do I have to be the butler?” Mala grumbles while grabbing five tea cups from the cupboard. “...At least I get to wear this cool suit. That’s a plus.”

Katie crosses her legs as she elegantly sits on the child-sized chair. She barely fits on the chair, and her legs don’t even fit under the small table that she’s arranged, but she makes it work.

Pabo turns to face Katie.

“You’ve arranged such a fine party for us, Queen Katie. When are the other guests arriving?”

“Soon, I suspect.” Katie narrows her eyes before raising her voice. “Unless our guests want to face my wrath!!”

“We’re coming, hold on!” Neon yells from another room.

“Neon’s having technical difficulties, like usual.” King slyly says.

“King, can you be nice for once?” Neon loudly asks.

“Hey, stop arguing!” Katie yells before crossing her arms. “Don’t make me punish you!”

“Uh oh, boys, it looks like you’ve made her mad!” Pabo teases. “I wonder what the punishment for treason is. It could be jail time, or perhaps something more sinis-”

“Execution.” Katie pouts after answering.

“Sweet Jesus, Katie.” Pabo softly mutters. “There’s no mercy from you, is there?”

Katie smirks slightly before uncrossing her arms.

“Strike first, strike fast, no mercy.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going! No need for anyone to lose their head!” Neon states before making his royal entrance into the living room.

Upon entering the room, Katie and Pabo burst out laughing at Neon.

“Why are you laughing? Pink compliments my eyes.”

Neon strikes a dramatic pose which causes Katie and Pabo to laugh harder.

“Your Majesty, your teas are ready! Where would you like me to-”

Mala pauses at the sight of Neon.

“Okay, maybe being the butler wasn’t that bad.”

Neon sighs before taking a seat at the table.

“How does it feel to be a princess?” Pabo asks between bouts of laughter.

Neon pretends to flip his hair. “Absolutely fantastic.”

King slips into the room but his presence isn’t unnoticed by the Queen.

“You’re late.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Your Highness. I had to keep this old man in line.” King messes with Neon’s hair before sitting down.

“Apology…” Katie trails off while looking at the ceiling before looking back at King. “...accepted!”

“Thank God.” King mumbles while Mala places the cups of tea near everyone.

“Yeah, I thought you were a goner.” Pabo adds before laughing.

“You’re the favorite; you can say whatever you want.” Neon argues.

“That’s not true!”

“Yeah, it is!”

Mala gently taps Katie on the shoulder.

“Do you need anything from me?”

“Can you join us? I’d love to have the company of my loyal butler.” Katie winks before gesturing towards the final empty seat.

“You know I’d love to.” Mala smiles before taking that very seat.

Katie loudly clears her throat before raising her teacup into the air.

“Dear friends, we are gathered here today to celebrate not only my ascent to the throne, but also to celebrate our friendship. May we live together in peace in harmony as we learn to live together under one kingdom! Cheers!”

“To our Queen Katie!” Neon yells before thrusting his teacup in the air.

“To our Queen Katie!” The other three say before everyone takes a sip of their warm tea.

Katie giggles before pulling herself back into her Queen role.

Perhaps being the Queen of the land wouldn’t be such a bad future career choice..

#room 4 u series