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entomolog-t · 8 months

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Bite Me

My first OCs June and Aedes are finally getting their story told!! I'm so excited to finally be posting this. This chapter acts as a sort of prologue to their OG lil comic. I'm very happy to announce I've got 10 or so chapters already written so for the next little while I'll be uploading this story weekly!

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Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Word count: 759

CW: Vampire adjacent mild gore (mentions of blood, drinking blood)

Darkness had always been a comforting embrace to Aedes. There was an innate safety amongst the shadows, and a beautiful stillness under the light of the moon. Still- but not quiet. The night, in all its ethereal splendor, held a delicate symphony; Wood frogs and crickets sang with fervor, the leaves in the canopy above whispered subtle secrets, and the thrum of a heartbeat rang out in the distance- a sirens song to someone like him.

Aedes listened intently, following the slow rhythmic beating with well practiced ease- a predator stalking its prey. His mouth watered. It had been so long since he last fed. This rural town afforded him a certain safety, but the cost of less frequent feeding was a hard price to bear. He was starved. Hunger gnawed at his insides, relentless and unforgiving in its demand to be sated, the alluring call of a potential meal pulling him forward as if it were reeling him in.

He felt almost as if he were in a trance, his fixation on the thrumming causing the world around him to fade away. The nightly sounds seemed to dissolve more and more into the ether with each percussive beat. He followed the beat, his steps marching in time as if dancing to a stranger's most intimate song. Like a doting partner, he let the song lead him, each beat bringing him closer and closer to the unwitting musician.

There he stood, a quaint two story home before him, its sage green siding looking at home within the menagerie of plant life growing wild around it. As he scanned the building, his eyes fell on an open window. He smiled. It seemed the people of rural towns found a certain safety here as well.

With the utmost care, he heaved himself up, sliting the screen along its edge as he climbed through the window. He paused, taking in a deep breath as he perched on the window sill. Closing his eyes, he drank in the smell. A scent, smooth and sweet filled his lungs, so tempting it made his breath hitch. His hands shook, and his heart pounded with anticipation- His more desperate instincts calling on him to rush towards that effervescent scent and abandon all rationality. Patience. He steadied his breath, letting his urges feed his excited anticipation.

A woman lay right there beneath him, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her heart. Bathed in the pale light of the full moon, he marveled at her ambrosian beauty. Under the glistening light, her soft and subtle skin looked as though she was made of milk and honey, her nectarous lips full and blushing, the sight of their colour teasing hints of that… vigor that flowed so closely beneath her skin.

And her neck-

He found himself baring his teeth involuntarily, his body begging for him to drink.

She lay with her head to one side, such an innocent position filling him with such a potent hunger, as if she left herself open and vulnerable just for him. Adrenaline and hunger mingled together, dizzying in their intensity. His own heart thrummed alongside hers, beating much more wildly- a symbiotic dance between predator and prey, the thrill of the hunt intertwining with that ever-present dread of being caught.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Silent as the dead, he descended on her- his movements fluid despite their uncanny speed. The call of her heart beckoning him, compelling him to indulge.

Indulge he did.

His teeth sliced into the flesh of her neck, her soft skin offering no hint of resistance to his bite. He suppressed the urge to groan.

The taste - he shivered.

She tasted like life.

On his tongue, she was a reprise. Her warmth filling him- her blood rejuvenating and invigorating. His mind felt dizzied, dancing on a drunken high he never quite understood. He felt a stupor come over him and welcomed it, riding out the bliss as he drank.

An oasis is she,

So sweet on my tongue,

If I could drink my fill I would drown-

He gulped with a primal desperation, his gluttony feeling boundless.

Such an insatiable creature am I,

You, the ambrosia my lips pursue

Dear, my hunger consumes me,

please, let me consume -

Her breath hitched.

Suddenly, the night was no longer still.

In the blink of an eye, his world shifted- or more accurately, flipped- as gravity suddenly ripped him away from his indulgence. His mind reeled, desperate to understand what was happening.

To his horror, he found himself falling.

#AHHHHHH #I'm so happy to post this #The first chapter is very short but the next few are much longer :) :)#Aedes is such a little fuking creature #g/t #giant/tiny #Entowrites #Bite Me #aedesoc #juneoc #g/t writing #g/t story #Macro/micro #tiny vampire

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cheesemittens · 1 year

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Hai! I saw that you were taking fic requests and if it's ok with you I was hoping you could write one for Tangerine? Where reader is working w/ the twins for years now and is oblivious to all of Tangerines advances to her bcuz she doesn't really think he likes her. Come to the event where they're on the bullet train and they're trying to do their mission but everything went to shit. So Tan leaves Lem and Reader to wait while he tries to find Ladybug and there comes a chance where Lemon tells her himself about Tans feelings and advances and how oblivious she was and she becomes in denial

And that hopefully in the end, after she got shot in like the shoulder by saving Tan from almost being shot by Ladybug she sees how Tan reacts and she goes "oh shit Lemon was fr not bullshiting" and at the end they get out the train safely and no one dies and have a very real, and cannon happy ending 💕💕

OMG, YESS!!! Thank you so much for the request! I'm so sorry it took so long- BUT- I had a lot of fun writing this and I really hope I did your suggestion justice😭 Word Count: 1656 Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Violence (nothing that doesn't happen in the movie), Fluff, a bit of angst(?), Reader & Tan being obvious, pet names (love), Totally cannon ending where Tan is alive, happy, and healthy, Reader gets hurt :(, allusions to smut? Over all Lemon being fed up with Tan and you exchanging goo-goo eyes and not acting on it <3. I don't think I followed the events in order so- bear with me heh <3 NO USE OF Y/N!! NOT PROOF READ! MAY CONTAIN TYPOS! Send me a request!

You have been working with the two brothers, Lemon and Tangerine, for a while now. Picking up odd jobs. Whatever pays the most. And even though these two could get on your nerves, you enjoyed your time with them. They never once made you feel different. Never told you, you couldn't do something because it was 'too dangerous for a woman'.

Well, that was true until recently. You see, Tangerine has slowly become more aware of every mission's danger. Sure he knew you could handle yourself. He knew that you wouldn't get hurt. But he didn't want to risk it. So naturally when he took this job for the White Death, he was against you coming.

Yet here you are. Sitting by the window, next to a semi-pissed Tan.

It all started when you insisted to join. Saying how you've sat out the last 2 missions, and you weren't going to miss another. Then, Lemon lost the briefcase. After that, you three find the White Death's son dead. The Cherry on top was they (White Death) knew you lot didn't have the case.

"Alright, I'm gonna go find this prick and teach him a lesson. You two stay here, yeah?" You heard Tan speak up, making you look over at him. "But I wa-" "Ah ah- No buts. You're staying here." He said firmly before getting up and walking off

You sighed as you watched Tangerine walk off. Lemon watched him as well before fixating his gaze on you.

"You know he likes you, right?"

"What..?" Surely you didn't hear that right. Or you must be dreaming. Because you thought there was no way in hell that someone as hot as Tan could ever like you back.

"Did you go deaf or somethin'? I said my brother likes you. It's painfully obvious." Even when he repeated it, you looked at Lemon like he had two heads. "I-I think you're mistaken.. There's no way he likes me.." Lemon just rolled his eyes. "Look, I wouldn't lie to ya' about this. I see the way you look at my brother. You clearly fancy him a lot. And he feels the same. I mean, it's painfully obvious to everyone else. He's told you how many pickup lines since we got on this train? And how many through our whole time together? And don't even get me started on the looks you two give each other when the other is turned!"

"I-.. I thought he was just being friendly.." You mumbled, still in denial. You refused to think someone who seemed so out of your league liked you. "Yeah? Well, he wasn't. He's been trying to rack up the nerve to ask you out like a proper gentleman, but every time he asks, you're off in your own world."

You shook your head firmly, looking out of the window. "Would you stop being such a stubborn priss and just open your eyes? You two fancy each other! Just confess and move on. If I have to sit through another mission filled with romantic and sexual tension I might just quit."

You continued to talk to Lemon, arguing over if Tan likes you back or not before transitioning to a more tame conversation. Though your mind kept wandering back to what he said. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong about it.

It had been a while since you got separated from Lemon. You were worried, alone, and in all honesty? Scared. You didn't feel safe without being with one of the twins. Preferably Tan over Lem. But you wouldn't mind Lem.

You walked around the eerily empty train before finding an open bathroom, your eyes widening as you saw a bloodied Lemon. Quickly you knelt to his level and checked for a pulse, luckily finding one. You examined him more and saw Tan's necklace around him. Of course he'd jump the gun and think the worst.

You quickly got up, running through the train to find him. You bumped into another girl on your way down. You gave her a skeptical look. "Watch where you're going!" She yelled at you as she continued on.

You couldn't help but scrunch up your nose in disgust. You could barely notice a Thomas the Tank Engine sticker on her back. Diesel. So that's who drugged Lem.

You made a mental note to find her later, no doubt she thought Lem was dead so you didn't have to worry for now. Continuing down the train. Eventually, you saw him, saw your Tan fighting another guy. They didn't see you yet. So you tried to quietly sneak up on the other one. But when you saw him reach for the gun, it was game over.

You ran as fast as you could and pushed Tan out of the way right when the gun fired, not even feeling the pain in your shoulder when it was done with.

It was like time was going in slow motion for Tan. One minute he was fighting this Ladybug guy, then the next everything was going significantly slower, watching you run towards him and push him away. He had to blink a few times before landing on his ass with a groan, looking up at you and watching a bright red liquid start to stain your white shirt.

If his eyes could change colors, they would be bright red, staring at the man with the gun who was behind you, not even giving him a second to get out the words "I'm sorry" before he had him up against the wall.

"First, you come in here while I was about to kill the bloody Diesel, then you try to kill me, not believing me when I said that she's trying to make us all kill each other. And then! The fuckin' cherry on top, you try to kill me. But you shoot my partner instead. You hurt an innocent lady. A fuckin' goddess.."

He was growling at the other man, finally the pain of the bullet settling in. You winced in pain and fell to the floor, grabbing your shoulder to try and stop some of the bleeding.

Tan paused hearing you, looking over and quickly dropping the man to run to your side. "Are you okay love..?" He asked, his expression softened when he looked at you, taking off his shirt to wrap around your shoulder to help stop the bleeding.

You couldn't help but stare as he took it off, your eyes moving from his abs to his eyes as he wrapped up your shoulder. So Lem was telling the truth. Tan really did love you. It was as clear as day to you now. The way he looked at you, how you were the most beautiful person alive. The way he spoke, how he immediately softened when he saw you. Everything he did showed his love for you.

"Hello? I asked if you were okay?" He repeated, waving a hand in front of your face. That seemed to snap you out of your trance, blinking a few times before you looked at him, smiling softly.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug, not caring how much the wound hurt from this. "Th-Thank you, Tan.. I mean it.." You spoke softly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Partly from the pain, partly because you were just so happy.

Tan was beyond confused, but hugged you back, smiling softly as he took in your sweet scent. "You don't need to thank me, love.. It's the least I can do.." He hummed, wanting this moment to last forever but, you eventually pulled away, looking into his eyes.

"Did.. Did you really mean what you said about me..? A-About me being a... a goddess..?" You asked, your voice shaking a bit. You hoped he'd say yes, hoping that he truly meant it so you could confess.

"Of course I did.. You're beautiful.. Stunning.. Fuck- Words can't des-"

You didn't let him finish, quickly pulling him into a kiss. He was surprised but quickly melted into it, kissing you back as his hands found their way into your hair, entangling with your soft locks.

By this point Ladybug had read the room and left while he still had his life, knowing that as soon as Tan could, he'd kill him.

The two of you never wanted to pull away, kissing for as long as your breaths would allow before having to pull away. "I-.. I really like you Tan.. Liked you for a while now.." You shyly admitted, panting softly as you tried to regain your breath. "I like you too.. So so much.." He hummed, smiling at you lovingly as he cupped your face.

"Fuckin' finally! I was worried I'd actually have to quit." Lemon's voice could be heard from the doorway making the both of you chuckle. "Jesus Lem.. You're alive?" Tan looked over at him, for the first time breaking eye contact with you. "Yeah. Someone drugged the water I drank. Did you not check my pulse?"

Tan looked away shyly, slightly embarrassed he jumped the gun. "To play devil's advocate, you do have a shit ton of blood on you Lem." You hummed, trying to defend Tan. Lemon just rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's just get off the train at the next stop, yeah?

All of you agreed and the train came to a stop not long after. All of you exited and no one was seriously harmed! Well, besides you. After a quick trip to the ER to get the bullet removed, and the wound sewn up, you all retreated back to your separate hotel rooms. Little would Lemon know (that's a like he totally knew), Tan would sneak out of their room to go into yours just to make sure you're okay. But what ended up happening instead was more than fine as well.

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eldritch-elrics · 4 months

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had a whole discussion with friends the other day about which video game characters would be able to survive in the world of dark souls and it was really fun and silly but currently i am smashing my two fixations together to consider in depth: how does olimar fare.

let's assume olimar is roughly the size of a normal person. he's got a couple things for him & against him just on his own:

for:

he's pretty fast. he can run around a bunch without needing to worry about stamina

assuming he's isekai'd into dark souls following the completion of pikmin 2, his space suit gives him resistance to fire and electricity

also assuming he's gone through pikmin 2, he can punch. i guess.

because he is very observant, i think he would be good at learning enemies' attacks and capabilities

against:

limited mobility other than running. can't jump and can't dodge. this is pretty big

presumably no skill wielding a sword or other weapons. also a big deal

i'm gonna say that if olimar didn't have pikmin with him, he would not survive dark souls. however. the pikmin change everything

i think we can assume pikmin mechanics would work the same. there's a whole lot of corpses in dark souls; i don't see any reason why those couldn't be fed to the onion to grow more pikmin. also, the enemies and bosses are built to fend off attacks from weapons or magic. i don't think they'd be ready for pikmin clinging onto them and bashing them!

olimar would certainly have to keep his distance from the enemies/bosses. he's definitely not used to being attacked with swords and such! however, i think he could get creative... maybe he could use bows to launch the pikmin farther than he could throw them? many possibilities...

finally. it would be really funny if chosen undead!olimar was basically just leafling/bad ending!olimar. because, well. technically he didn't die for real in the crash, but it would be so funny if restoring humanity meant "stop being a leafling"

#my post #pikmin #dark souls

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limerence-17 · 2 years

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SETTLE OUR DIFFERENCES

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not intended for minors. do NOT read if you are not 18+!

–pairing: !fem reader x steve harrington x eddie munson

–word count: 2.6k!

–summary: your best friend steve’s pissed that you’ve been secretly buying weed off eddie; so you decide to put the two of them in a room with you to ease the tension…

–warnings: smut, oral m receiving/ f receiving, unprotected p/v sex, dirty talk, some degredation, steve's got a praise kink what can i say

A/N i was listening to come undone by duran duran while writing this and oh GOD it fits so well. also this isn't my first time writing smut like this, but i'm surprisingly new to tumblr so hi! feel free to give me a follow i'm jj!

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you stood in front of the two of them, arms crossed with your chin tilted upwards.

“if you think this is supposed to make everything better it’s not, i’m still pissed off,” says steve, avoiding subtle eye contact with you.

steve leans forward clasping his hands together, a frustrated look across his face.

eddie, who's seated beside steve on the couch leans back, placing his hands behind him as he leans backwards. he's got a smug look on his face which only bothers you more.

"the two of you are supposed to be communicating- like adults," you say.

"i can't keep being this broken telephone for the both of you."

"steve- i smoke and i know that pisses you off but it doesn't change who i am- and eddie, you need to stop talking about steve like he's not my best friend." your glance remains on the two of them. after a beat, they both look at each other, then back at you with a confused look on their face.

"like it or not you guys are both in my life now which means i need the two of you to get along," you exhale, feeling this weight lift off your chest as the words leave your lips.

eddie runs his pointer finger over his lip, looking at the ground for a moment in thought.

"so let me get this straight- you want me, eddie hellfire club enthusiast, casual klepto, full time lover of getting baked to get along with steve harrington- the prep king of hawkins?" eddie asks. his eyes are now very wide and he's saying the words as if they're a joke.

"hey! you watch your mouth munson-" steve says in a fed up way, turning to face him.

"woah, back up pretty boy-" eddie lets out a sly laugh, looking steve up and down.

"i'm just telling it like it is. look, all i'm saying is that it's gonna be a bit hard for the two of us to get along when all we have is differences," eddie says in a told-you-so sort of tone. as eddie's eyes trail from your eyes down to your breasts, it's obvious he's looking at you in a more than friendly way. but for some reason you're not complaining, you have an idea.

"that's not entirely true," your voice drops to a tone which is slower, sexier and your eyes are now filled with lust and steve's seen your eyes enough this way to pick up on that.

"well i mean, you have me in common," you say, sitting down gently on the low table in front of them on the couch. both of their eyes are now fixated on you, curious about what comes next. it practically gets you soaked the way they both are looking at you, puppy dog eyes and it gives you a sense of confidence knowing you're in charge here.

"yeah but that's not really something we can share," steve says scoffing nervously. when he sees the stern but desirable look in your eyes he rethinks his comment, looking at eddie and then back at you. eddie raises an eyebrow. he's catching onto what you're implying. steve swallows loudly, his eyes widening in desire.

"or... is it?" he asks, still looking at you and eddie for confirmation.

"what better way is there to settle our differences besides sharing what's both of ours," eddie pitches in, smiling wryly. steve wipes his hands quickly on his pants, mentally prepping himself for what's to come.

"are you saying- just so we're clear- a threesome? we are talking about a threesome here, right?" steve asks, fidgeting a bit as if the idea is so absurd and overwhelming.

you laugh shyly, it sounds funny when you hear the word out loud.

"yeah steve, i'm talking about a threesome."

eddie lets out sly laugh, placing his pointer and thumb on his chin as he looks steve up and down. "let me guess, not your first rodeo, huh stevie?"

"what? no i've rodeo'd before just- just not with another guy, and not with my best friend," he says, a bit nervous, his eyes are still wide.

"are you not down with it harrington?" eddie asks, backing up a bit. your eyes trail across steve's expression.

"huh? no i'm down." steve looks at you, his eyes so obviously trailing across your cleavage line. "i'm so down," he says, a sense of desperation in his voice.

"are you both?" he says.

"of course i am," you say, smiling softly.

"oh fuck yeah i'm in," eddie says, adjusting himself on the couch. he's like a little boy who just heard there's another hour of video game time.

"get over here baby," eddie says, propping his thighs open for a spot on his lap for you to sit which you so happily accept, sitting comfortably. with a quick breath, you're greeted ever so happy with eddie's lips on yours. at first, they're soft, but gradually he becomes more forceful, placing his hands on your ass, cupping it which makes you smirk between the sloppy kisses. you have your hands on his cheeks and the temptation is too strong for you not to run your hands through some of his hair.

eddie let's out a low grunt followed by a sly laugh. your attention is brought back to reality when you hear steve's voice from beside you and feel the warm brush of his hand against your thigh. as you pull away from eddie, you turn to look at steve who is now looking at you like a starved man with his doe brown eyes, hungry for attention.

"awe steve, you know i can't forget about you," you say, slowly turning from eddie's gaze so that your face is now facing steve, while still sitting atop eddie's lap. without warning, steve kisses you and hard. he doesn't waste any time, letting out soft moans between kisses, slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth and you run your hands through his hair which is so soft and drives you crazy you practically start dripping through your panties.

all this attention focused on steve's tongue fighting with your own you've almost forgotten that it's eddie lap you're still sitting on.

eddie runs his hands up your torso which sends a shiver up your spine, so focused on steve's kisses which are now against your neck.

"jesus h christ look at you two, fucking turning me on down here," eddie says which makes you smirk as you pull away from eddie.

"you know a body this pretty shouldn't be hidden under all that," eddie says slyly and you comply, as does steve. the two of you pulling off your shirts. you quickly take off your jeans as well. once they're off, you turn back to eddie.

"now it's your turn munson," you say, and he follows along with the two of you, pulling his jacket and shirt off almost instantaneously.

"sit on the table." eddie demands and you follow along, getting off his lap and onto the table.

"god fucking titties like these?" eddie asks although it's not really a question, unclasping your bra.

"they deserve to be worshipped with my mouth," he says, feeling up on you, his eyes hyper-focused on your chest. as eddie goes to work on your breasts, he's slow and steady, his tongue drawing circles across your nipples, making your senses go wild and you can't help but moan.

it's only then that you notice poor steve, sitting all alone on the couch, watching eddie intently as he sucks on your nipples, one hand running up your torso.

"steve-" you croak out, so overwhelmed with lust. "come here," you beg out.

"let me touch you," you say in a hushed whisper, tugging at his belt. steve doesn't question it even for a second. he's already undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. you don't mean to, but his size shocks you in the best way. you can't say you weren't expecting your best friend to be packing with his cockiness, but damn.

you start to stroke him, softly from the bottom of his length which manages to croak out a small moan out of him. you start to stroke him a little bit faster, but only bit by bit. steve keeps letting out moans mixed with grunts, and as if by instinct, he grips onto your hair for something to support him.

eddie starts rubbing at your thigh, like an invitation for something more to come. "you want me to touch you too baby?" you nod.

"you know i can already see you dripping through your panties," eddie says, slowly moving his middle and fourth finger to your aching pussy, rubbing softly in slow circles as he keep sucking on your nipples.

"y-your mouth," steve croaks out in between your strokes against him.

"i need your mouth on me- fuck, please," he practically begs out and so you oblige. planting soft kisses on his tip at first which only elicites more moans and begs.

"oh come on baby, give good boy steve what he deserves," eddie says, smirking.

"fuck y/n i can't take this shit, suck my dick please." you place your mouth entirely on him, choking back on his length. he groans out hard but you keep your pace going.

eddie, who was rubbing circles has now moved the side of your panties over to reach your slit, which is now soaking from the thought of these two doing the most unthinkable things to you.

"oh fuck look at you, you're dripping. jesus steve you won't believe how wet she is from us," eddie says in a wry manner.

he slips a finger in you and you can't help but take your mouth off steve, the sensation is too much and you're overcome with pleasure.

"oh fuck!" you shout out, which only makes eddie smirk more. "yeah, you like my finger in your pussy? all this from one finger? you really are our good girl," he says.

eddie shakes his head, almost in frustration but frustration for a good reason. "no fuck this you know what? i need to taste you," he says, grunting as he gets lower onto the ground.

from beside you, steve has now sat back down on the couch and has started to pump himself, watching intentively as eddie slowly starts to pull your panties down all the way.

"ohhh fuck yes now this is what i'm talking about," eddie says, spreading your legs apart, finding a way for his mouth to move in on your pussy.

he plants soft kisses along your thighs, but before his mouth lands on your entrance, he hesitates and looks up at you, doe-eyed and bashful as if he's about to make you see stars.

"i'm gonnna tongue fuck you so hard you forget your own name," eddie says and with that his mouth is on you. really on you. his tongue is lapping circles around your clit and he licking up your slit, up and down. he's sucking your clit intensely like a man in need of water. he's hungry for you and it drives you insane. desperate and in need, you grip onto the ends of the table, letting eddie work on you.

his tongue moves in and out of you so fast, eddie is relentless with the way his tongue works.

"fuck you taste so perfect."

he's practically unforgiving with the way he's eating you out. you can feel yourself coming to a certain point, your body starts to tense up and you can't help but beg for a release.

"no. no. you're not gonna cum, not yet. not when harrington hasn't had a taste of you. and look how nicely he's been sitting, all for you," eddie says, pulling away and motioning for steve to come sit which he so compliantly does, like a dog begging for more.

"c'mon harrington, show her how it's done," eddie says, watching curiously as steve slowly makes his way between your legs. he's slow at first, but then begins to lap his tongue around you, similar to how eddie just did. curious, he puts a finger in you and when he hears your moans and looks up at you for your response, he adds another which drives you wild.

"oh yeah? right here?" steve asks and you nod quickly, looking upwards as your breathing quickens.

from behind, eddie's taken off his jeans and boxers and he comes to kneel beside you.

"c'mere baby, taste yourself on my lips," he aches, gripping your face as you two break into a passionate kiss, still feeling steve's fingers pulsating inside you along with his tongue lapping against your clit.

eddie pulls away from the kiss, locking eyes with you. maybe it's the dungeon master side of him you think, but either way, he's watching your orgasm build and talking you up.

"oh, are you gonna cum princess? is steve's tongue just so good on your clit?" he edges you on, only making steve more intent on finishing the job. and you can tell too because his fingers have quickened inside you and his tongue is flicking faster.

"you better hold it back princess, we're not letting you cum yet," eddie says, stern.

"i-i can't," you croak. "i'm gonna cum," you beg out. and with a couple more laps of steve's tongue, your walls tighten and you see stars and take a moment to exhale.

"fuck! fuck! i'm cumming!" you say, gripping onto the sides of the table for dear life and you feel steve's tongue pull away from your pussy.

as the stars fade, you turn only to see eddie with a frustrated look on his face. "did i say you could cum?" he asks. you shake your head, words can barely come out of you as your body is still on a comedown.

"lay down on the couch on all fours," he demands and you follow. you feel exposed suddenly, laying there, but that feeling brushes away the second you feel steve's hands cup your ass as he pops in from behind. in front of you, eddie kneels, using his pointer finger he tips your chin up so that you can look at him.

"you gonna let king steve fuck you like the little whore you are?" eddie asks, and you nod.

"yes," you say.

"you gonna let me fuck your mouth too princess?" you nod once again, feeling steve's tip against your entrance and you can't help but let out a loud moan as he presses into you.

"this ok, babe?" steve asks from behind and you find yourself holding onto the couch. "yes, fuck that feels so good steve," you ache out.

steve's pace starts slow but between grunts, he quickens, moving in and out of you quicker as he grips your hips, bucking against you. meanwhile, eddie's placed his length into you and you sucking, choking back on his dick. you're so overwhelmed with both men moaning, the sensation of both of them in you, the thought only turns you on more. steve quickens, his pace now fasts and so you only continue to suck against eddie's length more, bopping your head down and back.

"oh shit! i'm gonna cum!" steve shouts from behind.

"fuck me, i am too," eddie says between grunts and with a couple more pumps, steve lets out a groan, leaning forward on your back and pulls away to fall on the couch. eddie cums next a few seconds later and you swallow his load up as you follow his lead as he lays back on the couch too.

as you lay back on the couch, you go to put your shirt on. "i don't know about you guys but i'm starting to think you settled your differences," you say.

"i think i'm gonna have to keep settling them if you ask me," says steve, leaning back.

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accidentalshifter · 2 months

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List of TVD/Original-verse Minishifts (Part 2, Electric Boogaloo)

Tw: blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation & dark themes. My dream Mikaelsons do not play nice at all. Be warned.

Unlike my other DRs where I've had success in scripting some things like choosing when I go in and where...this...whatever it is?? A weird alternate universe of the TVD/Original-verse or something?? Doesn't seem to play by the rules and refuses to adhere to any script I've tried to throw at it. At this point, I'm just riding the ride...

If anything, it's good inspiration for a story. Even if I sound absolutely crazy...

⚜️ Davina Claire is sitting on a three-legged stool, focusing on a singing bowl placed in front of her on a work table. Herbs, crystals, and candles litter the table as well. I can't tell what kinds of stones or herbs they are. This shift was quick to come & quicker to go. She is (slowly) circling the wooden mallet of the singing bowl around the rim of it, creating a brassy, humming sound. It looks like she is meditating while doing this. [Awake]

⚜️ Rebekah and her new werewolf boyfriend (who I'm pretty certain is that blonde named Oliver) are having really loud sex upstairs in one of the rooms of the Mikaelson chateau. The one in the French Quarter. I'm stuck as a ghost listening to it down in the courtyard & wishing I could raid their wet bar so at least I'm drunk while being stuck here. Their loud sex turns into loud conversation and arguing about Marcel. It seems like Oliver feels like a rebound. But if the shoe fits, my dude, you should probably wear it... [Awake]

⚜️ Elijah pours himself a late-night drink of aged liquor from his special reserve cabinet hidden in the office room of the Mikaelson chateau. He's agitated about something. It looks like he hasn't...I guess, fed?? There are the growing signs of dark circles underneath his eyes. The first button of his button-down shirt is undone, his silk tie is loosened. He's gripping the cut crystal glass too tight. His dark gaze trails over to the many journals he has opened at his desk. Some journals look old as fuck. Some of them look newer, with fresher pages that aren't yellowed and brittle and musty. I think these journals are his... [Awake]

⚜️ Rebekah watching YouTube facial & skin care tutorials and making snide commentary at the YouTubers she doesn't like or how she has been doing the very same beautification regiment for hundreds of years longer than them. There's also some Youtubers that she does like and I notice her adding them to her playlist. I had to have been there for 20 mins just sitting on her bed while she sat in front of her vanity mirror, applying makeup to get ready for some event. On the plus side?? I've started incorporating facial scrubs into my own routine here in my CR. [Awake]

⚜️ Niklaus strolling on into the chateau at 3 am with two drunk girls on either side of him & one other that he's more focused on. She's the most drunk. One of the girls tugs on his arm, asking him in a slurred voice "where all the fun is at?" and that she's "bored". The girl wearing a tight black cocktail dress asks Nik "if there's any liquor here?" and pouts. Klaus laughs, assuring them that the fun has just begun, and leads them all upstairs. I decide that I'm staying in the courtyard for this but for some fucking reason, I feel myself being dragged upstairs along with them. Even tho I try to grab hold tight to the bannister of the staircase. It doesn't work. The scene is going to Klaus' painting room whether I want to go or not...

With huge amounts of pride, Niklaus shows off his "post modern art." Especially to that one girl he's fixated on. I notice him sliding up behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders. I wince. I try to say something to interrupt what I predict is going to unfold in a few seconds. Nobody hears me. Klaus has that girl in his clutches. He asks her what her opinion on the piece is and when she goes to speak, his mouth is on the crook of her neck. What comes out of the girl's mouth is a soft little whimper to which Klaus teasingly says "Oh, is it that good, love?? You could say I'm inspired-" and that's when he takes a vicious bite into her neck. The blood spurting goes everywhere. On the walls, on the paintings. He was not neat or precise with his bite. He didn't even give her a chance to scream. But I am screaming.

I try to run out of the room. But, as soon as I do, I seem to hit an invisible wall. And I can't push through it. I'm left to watch Klaus drop the girl whose neck now has a gaping hole in it and see the other two girls scream and try to scramble for the door. He lets them have a second where they think they're gonna make it and...basically catches, compels, & forces them to act like death is just one huge turn on kink they have. I, on the other hand, have slid down the surface of the invisible wall & now sit on the floor, repeating "I'm in my CR" over and over again until suddenly I'm back in my room. I did not sleep that night. [Awake]

⚜️ Niklaus on another occasion, escorting a very beautiful, dark haired, Latina out of the chateau after a night spent together. I catch sight of the woman staring directly at me as she and Klaus walk past me in the courtyard. She says nothing about it to him. [Awake]

⚜️ Elijah has a very tense conversation over speaker phone with Marcel in his office. Idk why this is on speaker phone since nobody that I can see is with Elijah...except me. But Elijah doesn't see me or he is pretending not to??? Anyways, Marcel is vehemently deflecting Elijah's pointed accusations that he's trying to undermine the Mikaelson's authority over New Orleans. Marcel points out that he can't undermine "Mikaelson authority" when he's settled across the river, not inside the French Quarter, & running his own vampire club. He can't be blamed that he runs the show better than them. Elijah adjusts something on his sleeves, reiterates the terms of a truce they had made, and Marcel laughs. Somewhere outside the office, I hear the sound of a door being slammed shut. [Awake]

⚜️ Father Kieran stomps into the chateau & he looks like absolute garbage. He demands to talk to Elijah while Klaus taunts him in the courtyard and Kieran barely restrains what I imagine was going to be a punch to the face. Elijah takes the priest up to his office but not after reminding Klaus that he's being "sullen" for someone who wanted to be King of New Orleans. This leaves me alone with Klaus in the courtyard whose mood suddenly swings to anger. He flings one of the garden tables across the courtyard, nearly missing me. I'm not happy about this either, Klaus. [Awake]

⚜️ Klaus just sitting there & reading a book for what felt like a half an hour. Pretty sure it was a Dickens book. I honestly wasn't really paying attention because while he was in his book, I was trying to slam my body against the invisible barrier that prevents me from leaving the chateau. Eventually I tired myself out to the point I ended up back in my CR. [Awake]

⚜️ Klaus and Rebekah sniping at each other after Klaus took a jab at Rebekah about her choices in "rebound guys." Elijah rubs at his forehead like he's having a particularly bad migraine and eventually walks away. There is a dead body of a girl just laying on the table in-between Klaus and Rebekah like she's the leftover McDonald's bags they forgot to toss in the trash. Her blood is dripping down onto the rug, creating a huge dark red stain spot. I am still not used to this. The show made it a lot...easier to take in. [Awake]

⚜️ The hell week Niklaus & Rebekah seemed to be in a competition on who could be more petty. I would seriously get tiny minishifts of Rebekah turning up the music when Niklaus was painting or Niklaus ruining her sheets & bed with another...leftover...person. That he'd just fed on. Or Rebekah tainting the rim of all of Klaus' wine glasses with Vervain. Niklaus fucked up Oliver in turn. Elijah had to squash it with a big, uncomfortable, family fun time meeting. Saying that they were letting their boredom get the better of them finally being able to enjoy having a "home" again. Why do I gotta be a part of family fun time? [Awake]

⚜️ Being in my CR, walking into the kitchen for a 3 am snack, and hearing Elijah's voice say "Niklaus, listen to reason!" as if the two of them were just in the other room and me replying in a deadpan voice before I realized I said anything "he's not gonna, bro." [Awake]

⚜️ Watching the St. Anne's massacre with Cami's twin brother just losing his shit. I'm not going to elaborate on this one. There's a reason the show didn't really show the scene in full. [Asleep]

⚜️ Laying awake in my bed, staring up at the ceiling because I can't sleep, noticing that it looks different than I remember, and seeing a familiar hand out of the corner of my eye. This hand has a daylight ring attached to it and leather bracelets with steel beads. My heart leaps into my throat. I jump out of bed to realize I'm back inside my room in my CR. Nobody is in my bed. [Awake]

⚜️ The three week period of time in my CR when Joeseph Morgan scambot pages kept flooding into my Facebook inbox. This isn't a minishift, it was just weird & super annoying. [Awake]

⚜️ One of the few times I wasn't stuck inside the Mikaelson chateau. Klaus is standing in the shadows of an alleyway across the street from Rousseau's, I think?? He's waiting for a person to come outside. [Awake]

So these are all the major minishifts that are memorable. Trust me, there's been more but they were just...little mundane moments that happened for an instant & were gone just as quick.

All of these minishifts and I still can't put any of them together as to why my imagination & dreams keep bringing me there. After all, I am currently obsessed with Hazbin Hotel & would rather be chilling with Alastor or Nifty or fucking Vox even.

Tomorrow is the New Moon in Pisces and it's a prime time to start dreamwork. So even if I don't feel prepared enough... I've decided it's high time to actually stop resisting the tug & be the bigger problem for my most likely all in my head dream Mikaelsons.

Wish me luck.

I'll be reporting in soon with a breakdown of my "TVD/Originals DR" and field notes. This time, I'm going to focus on a "DR-self" that I can embody so that I'm not stuck as a ghost which is a huge big bummer. Of course, that also means that the Mikaelsons will be able to see & interact with me. If I run into them at all...

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Hey ho, let's go! Happy Wednesday, chickadees!! Can't believe we've made it to the end of February, if I'm being perfectly honest. Thank you as always to the lovelies @itsmaybitheway , @piratefalls , @wordsofhoneydew , @firenati0n , @getmehighonmagic , @onthewaytosomewhere and @magicandarchery for the tags!! This week, I'm bringing you the beginning of my next chapter of The Story of Us, because I finally feel like writing for it again!! I was in a lil slump, tbh, but I'm bound and determined to finish this piece and I'm very excited for the next few chapters!!

Despite their time spent apart weighing more than their time spent together, being with Henry is like a dream. It’s like Alex has just floated along, directionless despite thinking he’d had it all figured out, until he’d met Henry. He’d always sworn he wouldn’t be one of the ones who allowed his whole personality to be overcome by a relationship, but he gets it now – when someone has the other half of your heart, and that empty space in your chest has been filled with them, it’s impossible not to spend a multitude of moments thinking about Henry. Thinking, dreaming, ruminating on when they can be together again.

London had been unparalleled, and despite the tears they’d shed when he’d had to leave, Alex is glad to have those memories to get him through his ‘Henry dry spell’ as he’s taken to calling it. (Henry doesn’t find it very funny. Nora and June just roll their eyes at him.) And as much as he wants to fly across oceans to stand next to Henry and hold his hand, to catch him when he leaps off the stage every night in a new city, Alex has to focus on the play-offs that are fast approaching.

It just so happens that Henry is in New York for a few days one week for a photoshoot. He’s just been named Spotify’s Global Top Artist of 2023, and Alex, high on the successes of someone who is so important to him, decides to use his day off to drive up to the city to celebrate with Henry.

It’s an easy, quiet kind of rhythm between them now – commenting on each other’s posts, texting back and forth and keeping up a constant stream of communication. When Henry drops ‘You’re Losing Me’ to thank his fans, Alex listens to it on a non-stop loop in the weight room, as he’s driving to meetings, and while he cooks himself dinner that night. When Percy drops an insta story, Henry posing with a handful of raisins and a bottle of wine, a telltale snapshot from the past that claims this secret track was recorded months before Henry’s relationship with James ended, Alex’s heart breaks for him, and he immediately calls Henry, comforts him through the fresh wave of pain the release of this very personal track brings him. They talk on the phone well past midnight that night, and on his drive up the east coast the next morning, Alex is so thankful he’ll be able to wrap his arms around Henry in just a few short hours.

They meet at Henry’s hotel, and paparazzi are already waiting as Alex pulls up to the valet and hands over his car keys, then slings an overnight bag over his shoulder and tugs down his sunglasses, pointedly ignoring the hoard of camera-happy paps who call out to him, asking invasive questions and trying to capture his attention through shocking details they’ve been fed from a friend of a friend who knows Henry Fox personally.

It’s all bullshit, so he ignores it. It’s not their fucking business, and he refuses to give them even an inch, because he knows they’ll trample all over that and steal a mile.

Tags beneath the cut and thanks for reading friends!!

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mrsniallhoran505 · 1 year

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Good Morning Austin Girls!

Sunday smut theme: Dom Austin

(been writing so much sub Austin I thought I'd give y'all some dom Austin)

Warnings: oral (male and female receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex (wear your raincoats gents) Dom sub dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, name calling, spanking, hair pulling... I think that's it, enjoy!

For the last week you've been feeling stressed and have just had high emotional responses to small things. It was driving you crazy knowing this isn't how you are but you couldn't fix it on your own. You needed help. Which you refused to ask for out of pure stubbornness, making the problem worse.

Austin, being the very attentive partner that he is, tries the usual, food, weed, and distance. But it's not working. You're still being bitchy and wanted to throw hands for everything. Finally he gets fed up. He knows you deal with things in different ways but you're more ignoring everything than dealing with it so he decides to take matters into his own hands. .

One day when he's had enough of your attitude he walks into your room and closes the door. When youtry to kick him out he grabs you by your hair, holding you firmly in place.

"Shut up... I don't want another word to pass those pretty lips unless it's yes daddy, harder daddy, please daddy, or I'm your little slut daddy." You stare at him wide eyed. He's never done this before but it makes your jaw snap shut and you just nod.

"Good slut." He smirks before undoing his pants with one hand. He takes his cock out and forces you to your knees. "Open wide." He waits till your mouth is open before pushing his cock in. He takes it slow. This isn't punishment. This isn't for him. This for you. He knows you need to get out of your mind and just have it be blank for a bit.

When he feels you relax and get into it he starts to push deeper and faster. You moan around him, placing your hands on his thighs and looking up at him. He smirks and coos at you.

It was a satisfying act for both of you. He gets his dick sucked, which felt great, and you get the comfort of sucking. You're practically drooling on his cock with how much you love it. Oral fixations can be fun at times.

"Look at you, making a mess of my cock. Such a hungry slut, so eager to please daddy." He tilts my head a bit and starts to push his entire cock down my throat. You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes from the effort to not gag or choke. He paused but you grip his thighs pulling him forward letting him know you were ok with it.

Once he has his cock down you throat he holds still, loving the feel of you trying to swallow around him. He reaches down, and wraps his hand around your throat, feeling his cock bulge there. He let's put a low moan and squeezes slightly.

When he's had enough he slowly pulls out and bends down to kiss you. "Such a good cock sucker." He wipes spit from your chin before pushing his thumb into your mouth. Immediately you suck on it, eyes fluttering closed.

"I'm gonna let you up and release your hair, I want you to strip and get on the bed on your hands and knees. If you take too long I'll leave you here with nothing but your fingers to satisfy you. Understood?" He was giving you permission to speak.

"Yes daddy." You responded with one of the approved phrases. He lets you go and you quickly stand up and strip naked. You climb on the bed and get in the position he commanded. You know you got it right when you hear him hum in approval.

"My pretty little slut." He spanks you once before climbing on the bed behind you. He grips you hips to hold you still and leans in to drag his tongue over your pussy. Paying extra attention to your clit and entrance. You grip the duvet tight and beg him.

"Please daddy." What were you begging for? More of this treatment? For him to make you cum? For him to fuck you? Perhaps all of the above. Why just choose one?

He slowly pushes his tongue into you, pulling you back to him. You bite your lip to keep from mouthing off to him. He was feeling some kind of way and you weren't gonna ruin it.

"You like that babygirl? Like daddy eating your sweet pussy?" He spanks you again before pushing a finger into you and thrusting it fast.

"Yes daddy! Yes daddy!" You cry out repeatedly as you orgasm builds fast. "Please daddy!" You whine tensing up. You expected him to ease off and make you wait. Punish you for your attitude lately, but he just moved his free hand to your clit and rubbed it in circles.

You scream for him as you cum, your hips rocking and jerking away from his attention. Your juices coating his hand.

"That's one. Such a good slut for me." He kisses your shaking thighs before adding a second finger and starting again. He angles them a bit to make sure they rub your gspot and starts building speed. Working you up fast till you're screaming for him again.

"Two." He bites the back of your thigh before moving to put his head between your thighs. He starts sucking on your clit while fingering you fast again.

You're seeing sounds and tasting colors all while trying so hard not to move away from him. It felt amazing but he had you feeling so sensitive in such a short time you were afraid you wouldn't last to actually getting fucked.

This time when you cum you fall forward shaking and practically crying for more. "Please daddy." You whine and try to pull yourself up again.

"What are you baby girl?" He asks as he stands up again. Instead of licking his fingers clean he spreads your juices on his cock and starts to stroke himself.

"I'm your little slut daddy." You answer, a whine to your voice. You grip the duvet tight trying to ground yourself.

"Yes you are and daddy's gonna use his little slut however he wants." He crawls up closer behind you and teases you with his cock. Watching with a smirk as you squirm and try to get him in you.

You were getting frustrated and he knew it. You just wanted him and he wasn't giving in. He was having too much fun watching you struggle and try not to beg.

"Please daddy! Please! I'm your little slut daddy, please! " You were crying now.

"Yes you are babygirl." He coos at you before slamming his cock into you in one thrust. Your next words turn to gurgles in your throat as you're filled completely.

"That what you want? Hmm, you little slut?" He spanks you again before pulling out and slamming in again. Your eyes roll back and you push back on him, circling your hips to feel all of him.

"Yes daddy." Your jaw shakes as you try to speak, making your words sound like they are vibrating in the air.

"That's all you're good for... Taking my cock." He grunts as he starts to fuck you properly.

You can't do anything but agree and beg for more. You were his to use and you both knew it. You'd never say no to him and he'd never deny you.

Orgasm after orgasm rocks through you but he never lets up, he never stops. Fuck, you don't think he ever slows down or goes softer. He was making sure you were totally fucked out.

You were clinging to the head board as he brought you to another orgasm. How was he holding out? How has he lasted this long?

"Daddy I can't.. daddy I'm so sensitive." You whine and everything stops. He pulls out and turns you to face him. He sits back and pulls you into his lap and pushes into you again.

"Just hold onto me babygirl." He moves your arms to be around him. Once you're wrapped up tight he starts to thrust slowly but still pushes deep. It was a complete 180 to the brutal pace he had before.

He kept you wrapped in his arms as he fucked you. Kissing your neck and face, rubbing your back and stroking your hair. He was tender and loving. Your eyes grew heavy.

"Don't fight it.. let it happen." He whispered in your ear. You just whimpered softly. As it got harder to open your eyes you could hear him grunt and groan, feeling him cumming inside you. Your last orgasm zapped you of any energy you had left in your body, letting you fall asleep wrapped in his arms.

When you wake up you've been cleaned up and redressed. He was beside you reading a script. You sit up and he hands you a glass of water. You drink it all slowly, fighting the urge to just chug it.

"Feel better?" He asks without looking at you. You sit there for a moment and taje stock of your body and mind. You didn't feel so bitchy. You didn't feel like you wanted to fight for no reason. So you nod, laying back down and curling into his side.

"Now that the brat has been fucked out of you, wanna tell me what was wrong?"

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that-rackin-frackin-varmint · 4 months

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#5— 07/24/2022 12:53 AM

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Ok so Idk what y’all said about that video, but I’ve deduced that this interesting piece of cut content was leaning towards:

1) Lola probably having broken up with Bugs

2) Bugs being in oblivous/in denial of her spite towards him and looniness

3) Bugs actually being very conscious of not being “in the spotlight”

4) and a more development between Bugs and Lebron’s icy tension (like a bump between two control freaks)

I honestly would’ve been into some elements of this version of the story being used instead of what we ended up with.

Lola being fed up with Bugs makes sense since in SJ, she really didn’t have looniness in her. She was very bland to say the least. This version of their dynamic would be a lot more tragic when you know TLTS exists (where their relationship there was thriving). But otherwise, it would’ve opened up a lot of opportunity for a more fleshed out version of SJ Lola.

Her being annoyed with Bugs’ looniness is understandable if you were in her shoes. Like, realistically, not just anyone could tolerate Bugs’ chaos day to day. Plus, she did seem like she was gonna get written with more emotional depth than what the looney tunes cast are usually on brand for.

So her having an added arc of wanting to permanently separate herself from the toons would’ve been so much more interesting for her character. And also the fact that Bugs seemed more overtly fixated on the basketball game being what will bring them back to the spotlight in a semi-metatextual sense.

Bugs in this video is a tad more unlikable and fallible than he usually is for better or worse. And he seems more at odds with Lebron. Even if it’s not really staying true to Bugs’ character — it would’ve been fun to see more angst and implied rocky relations between the toons. I would’ve preferred that over the whole basketball game format tbh.

Present day thoughts:

Lola was plenty looney in the original Space Jam. At the time of this original ramble, my standard for looniness was based on characters like Daffy and Wile E. Coyote. But nowadays, I've kinda concluded that she was just as looney as any other looney tunes love interest more or less. The movie went ahead and straight up retconned what little distinct personality she had.

Also, I still believe this premise would've been more interesting than the final story we got. I'm not particularly invested in the preservation of the looney tunes' characters in something as corporate as the Space Jam movies so might as well lean into the ooc-melodrama of it since the final film was just Lebron-lip service atp.

#melon ramble🍉#looney tunes #lola bunny #bugs bunny #space jam #space jam 2 #space jam a new legacy #Youtube

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jounosparticles · 4 months

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HELLO :D I an happy to see you back eheheh I hope you liked the break you took :3

ANYWAY. I dunno if you've seen, but in japanese bookstores if you pre-order live action beast (I think? I forgot but the important thing is that it's a campaign) then you can get a letter from a random character (dazai, fyodor, fitzgerald, etc etc) and that includes jouno and tecchou! they are. very silly BUT jouno's letter got my hamster wheel spinning

now what I got from this/interpreted it was that jouno is (probably) the one that the hunting dogs fall to do PR things (if they do)

now with fukuchi: he has the most public support, being a well known war hero and generally a symbol of power and authority to people. but. I don't think he likes public speaking that much JDBFB.

it's not that he CANT do it, he has been described to command a room and even having rumors that the force of his ranting can literally knock you out. I think he is more of "god I hate this" to public speaking. he'll do it, but I don't think he likes it. also Canon evidence: the UN army of mankind conference. (also below) I wouldn't be surprised if he just opted to do super super important hearings on behalf of the hunting dogs/....anything else (again, UN conference)

anyway moving on (the fixation got to me): teruko is.... teruko. I think she is the same as fukuchi in both ways. I feel like she can command a room but also thinks it's annoying (based on jounos letter). I'm not surprised. I would say who would trust a young girl but also shecan change her age but also idk whatever teruko is fucking crazy love her

I think tachihara is self explanatory (no one outside the hunting dogs knows him really and again. jouno letter) and I think tecchou would be self explanatory too. tecchou. is tecchou. I don't think he would like or be that great at public speaking. very blunt and straightforward, I don't think he has the right charisma to really sell a message to a huge crowd. I think tecchou is more of "say an inspirational quote and lets work with it" does this make sense LMAOO also "that's jounos job" is so fucking good SNBSDB

jouno is really a good option I think. he's charismatic and I think he could pick up a crowds emotion easily and change accordingly. silly guy.

anyway. the sillies they make me crazy

OHMYGODOGMYGOD. I KNEW ABOUT THE LETTERS BUT I DIDNT KNOW JOUNO AND TECCHOU HAD ONES?? i will go insane i will . what i would do for their letters.

ehem. anyway.

jouno being the pr guy is a good concept to me. he is very smiley when he talks and tends to stay composed, which is a good face to put on to represent the hunting dogs. i feel he could hold a crowd very easily. i’d listen to him

also the letter is so funny? ending it with saying he wants to kill tecchou is so in character. they can’t do a single page without flirting somehow yes i will say it that was him flirting killing is code for kissing trust me i am asagiri cough i mean. they’re so silly.

i like that interpretation with fukuchi. when we seen him at the press conference they acted as if he was some legend which definitely implies he doesn’t show up to these things often. he probably doesn’t like having all the fans ahahah.

teruko is definitely believable here too. she probably doesn’t work to impress people she does it to pursue what’s right. she’s also extremely justice oriented, the external stuff maybe just isn’t her thing. she’s also been dealing with a lot i don’t blame her for not wanting to hahaha. she’s also been around for a long time (probably) so maybe she’s fed up and done with pr stuff. she also maybe is taken less seriously which makes her doing that part of the job more difficult? like when she was introduced and the police’s faces dropped when they realized she was just a little girl. it could make maintaining a crowd difficult maybe.

tachihara makes sense. since he could write from the pov of a mafioso or a hunting dog. that would make an interesting letter actually! but maybe they didn’t wanna blow his cover or something idk. i doubt he could do pr in universe because of him being the only unidentified hunting dog.

tecchou passing the letter to jouno but still ending up needing to write his own is so funny to me like. okay good try. (also i haven’t seen his PLEASE can you send it to me i will have things to say i promise). anyways ive always seen tecchou being a little on the socially inept side of things which would make pr hard. (saying this as someone who’s similar to tecchou in outward personality ahaha). he likely doesn’t people please and is very direct with what he wants to say whereas in contrast i feel jouno is better at talking with people and being convincing which makes him ideal for pr stuff. the fact that he just immediately shut down the chance to do the letter in favour of training is so funny. he is everything to me.

anyway. i like to imagine jouno begrudgingly sitting at his desk thinking up a letter to write and the most he can do is complain about how nobody else wanted to do it for half the page. he doesn’t like the pr work but it’s what needs to be done. he can commend the agency for what they’ve done but he Cannot say anything nice about his coworkers. jouno is unintentionally so funny i love him so much. i want to put him under a microscope. i need a wan chapter of him going around asking the other hunting dogs about it.

i wonder if the letters are from characters in the beast timeline? like yeah the hunting dogs fyodor fitz etc weren’t present in beast but they still existed?

#sorry if this is written badly i am #<- sleep deprived #but now i’m going to think about jouno’s letter until i fall sleep #thank you jazzy square the rot is consuming me tonight !#asks #bsd hunting dogs #the hunting dogs #bsd jouno #saigiku jouno

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(*slams open door* I GOT A NEW PHONE AND MY LIFE IS OKAY NOW. Anyway, have an idea I came up with. Based on the post you reblogged with the girl stuffed with eggs.)

The tentacles protruding from my body caress you. Cool against your heated body, they feel like heaven. The tentacles covering the ground and the rest of the cave obscure how many tentacles are in your cunt, which are stretching it wide. Your cervix is stretched as well, the fluids the tentacles had pumped into you before keeping you nice and loose.

More and more eggs are pumped into your womb, each small enough for another. A different tentacle is in your mouth and down your throat, steadily pumping a fluid down your throat, keeping you both fed and aroused - wet enough to let the tentacles pump more eggs into you.

Your eyes, glazed over and unfocused, are so beautiful to me. I remember, just weeks ago, you were a shy and nervous little puppy. When I showed you my cave and the tentacles I control, I could see the lust and desire in you. But you were still a shy puppy, back then. Not the adorable whore you are now.

It took hypnotizing little gem and several visits to my cave to get you to how you are now. It took takes and days of using the crystal correctly to make sure you were how you are now. Now, the crystal is in the collar around your neck. It pulses and glows, the hypnotic affect keeping you happy and pleased with your new situation.

I'm sure you wouldn't mind staying a while longer, puppy. After all the tentacles still have so many clutches left and your womb has room for more. Plus, how you'd often rub the tentacles when you thought I wasn't back then, and how you thought I couldn't hear your hushed whispers of awe over how many there were, makes me certain that you'll be happy here.

So be a good puppy for me, and keep taking those eggs.

🐺

(OMG HIII tbh i was very close to posting an Are You Alive again so good to hear from you!!)

im almost completely limp against the tentacles, too overstimulated and tired out to even moan around the tentacle in my mouth anymore, just laying back and taking it, cunt spasming through another orgasm every few minutes, belly steadily swelling from the eggs, a little bloated from the fluid being pumped down my throat, keeping me wet and pliant while multiple of your tentacles fuck my cunt and repeatedly thrust into my cervix to lay more eggs.

im so blissed out from it all, completely lost in the sexual pleasure and the physical comfort of your tentacles inside of and surrounding me. the crystal in my collar throbs in tandem with my heartbeat, both matching the steady rate at which eggs are being pushed into me.

my womb is taking it so well, stretching so much with no issue, my belly long past the point at which it would immobilize me. it felt so good, especially as some of the tentacles rubbed over it, secreting another liquid—one i would realize was what allowed my skin to stretch so painlessly and perfectly, if i had enough brainpower left to think about it.

i can’t understand why I was ever so hesitant to give into this. to give into you. to let you take me and claim my body for you and your tentacles, claim my womb for their eggs. not when it feels so good that my eyes are practically fully rolled back into my head, my cunt dripping an equal amount of my own slick and the tentacles liquids, my belly overtaking the rest of my body, my womb the most important part of me for the foreseeable future.

i was sure id never be able to take it all. when you’d first brought me here, and left the room, and I’d hovered my hands near one of the tentacles, not dating to touch, eyes fixated on the visible shape of each egg within them. id whispered amazement, maybe some want.

im so glad you’d let my want become reality. im so glad you made me realize I was made for it. im so glad you made me realize I could take it all. im just a breeding puppy, for you and your tentacles, a perfect little incubator for all of the eggs. i just needed some coaxing to realize that this is where I belong.

#GOD this is SO GOOD I am OBSESSED #ovi #tentacle nsft #puppytalk #🐺#terato #monsterfucking cw #eggpreg #monster preg #nsft #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #gay nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft

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aquaquadrant · 3 months

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Deep Breath in.... Deep Breath out....SCREAMING

Thank you for this amazing update it was so so good. I will probably end up sending multiple asks (apologies in advance) because there is so much to process. This was such an amazing chapter! Your ability to capture these strong emotions and display what I feel is accurate characterizations is truly captivating. I've been so pumped for this chapter and I was just so blown away by it.

God first off Impulse. IMPULSE!!! My man literally carried Tango to a safe place, helped the ranchers feel safe, and just went full Dad mode. I flipped when he went full demon mode after finding out what happened to Tango. Man was ready to enter Hels and destroy Hels Tek block by block.

Jimmy getting hints about Watcher stuff as well was *chef kisses*. Kinda curious can Martyn and Scott hear what the Watchers are saying to Jimmy? Martyn seemed to step in just when they were getting extra hurtful.

God you fed us with Ranchers too. I was so happy that Tango may slowly be starting to get that he is loved. The way Jimmy didn't back down. uggggg perfection

Also Tango associating quartz with Hels was so painful. My man went through every trauma response this chapter and probably will still hit like 30 more.

Small questions you might not be able to answer yet but will ask anyways. When Tango went through the portal, is it still open on Double Life or did Jimmy get in at the last second? If Tango did break the portal would he or Bravo be able to get back to the rest of the universe? You mentioned that Bravo's sense of superiority shows up differently in Tango, is that Tango enjoys watching other suffers. That he enjoys the power it gives him or is that more of a trauma response due to strong need to be in control and by killing others he feels like he is strong enough to protect himself? Or I guess a combo of both hahaha. Ummmm last question for now can I like stab Atlas for like everything? Especially the collar? That cool ya awesome I'm gunna assume that's a yes

HEY NOVA always great to hear from my readers, no apologies needed ^^ i’m glad u enjoyed it!

loved getting to give impulse a bigger role in this update- as tango’s oldest friend on hc, it just made sense that he’d be front and center. and getting to show demon mode was the cherry on top 👌

martyn and scott CAN indeed hear jimmy’s watchers if they’re close enough, scott just tries his best to pretend they don’t exist out of spite while martyn is more sympathetic to being the brunt of their jokes. neither of them want to talk to jimmy abt it tho bc they think he’s better off not knowing abt the watchers, even tho the alternative is him thinking his own thoughts are super mean ;(

(but neither of them were close enough to catch grian’s brief slip into watcher state, in case anyone was wondering)

GLAD U ENJOYED THE RANCHER MEAL 💃 there’s a lot of interesting hels dynamics and worldbuilding and angst to explore in this au but at the end of the day, this is a rancher’s au for a reason 🙏😤

obvi u sent this in before i answered other asks abt it but JUST in case u didn’t catch those, tango was interrupted before he could break the portal, and if it were broken, they would still be able to open a portal out of hels using another player’s data.

as for ur other question, it’s def a bit of both. tango’s always had a bit of sadism in him as an amplification of bravo’s superiority complex. one of his favorite pastimes pre-hels tek was to set traps outside of the cities and wait for players to stumble into them and perish terribly, while he watched with delight. but after hels tek, he fixated more on mob farms as a way of trying to reclaim that trauma, while ALSO being a more socially-acceptable way to scratch that itch.

and last but not least, u can TRY to stab atlas but ur gonna have to wait at the end of a very long line.

#hels to pay au #HTP ask #THANKS FOR THE ASK <333

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would you perhaps... ever write for gaz ro? He's another criminally underwritten character that I deeply crave and my delusions need to be fed...

HAHA yes i do hope to eventually write gaz !! at the very least get some drabbles and blurbs for him. unfortunately he's not my favorite nor is price and i know they're very well liked and don't have a ton of content for them but when ur completely fixated on One Man (simon) i always just wanna give my ideas to him 😭 but i'm slowly working on branching out like i recently wrote for soap!!! i just need to get over being like "i could write this for (other character) but what if it was SIMON !!!!!" LMFAOOOOO

but yes one day i will write for him. and if you ask for like headcanons about tf141 i do always include him so feel free to ask for headcanons or something about gaz i'm always willing to share thoughts and feed delusions !!!

#ask #u would not believe how many things #start out as simon based #and i turn around and tearfully change stuff bc i realize not everyone #wants to see simon over and over and over again </3

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jittyjames · 6 months

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so late to this, but! for the ask game!! 5, 13 (bc i need to read more fics in both hamilton and jcs lmao), and 16!

5. i think my writing has improved a lot since i first posted mine to subdue. i think i've grown more confident with knowing what i want to say and how i want to say it. i might be wrong, but i think i've developed a style that is consistent which i'm very proud of. i basically improved on the smoothness of writing, too, i think (i could be so wrong). i basically improved all of this just by working nonstop, and writing every chance i get. i do want to write different things every now and again. i feel like my works can get repetitive very quickly, and often that's what stops me from posting if i think a fic is too similar to something i've already done, or someone else has written something under the same premise. so that's kind of what i'm working on. i want to be able to bring something fresh and unique, so i'm trying to work on expanding my vocabulary a bit more and think of new ideas.

13. oooo this is so good. first and foremost i will say, i believe fic writers (And fan artists naturally) are what keep fandoms and my fixations on them alive, so these fics have greatly impacted me in that way, and the excellence of them inspires me to keep writing and keep going. for hamilton, i have read the fics for years. i've been on ao3, fanfiction.net, and wattpad since practically the beginning. i remember when there was <100 posted on ao3. like it goes so far back. sons of libertea by fihli was my favorite fic when i was thirteen and what really got me into reading hardcore for hamilton. i haven't read it in a long time so i don't know if it holds up, but i'm sure it does. so that one is really iconic for me, and i know it was really popular at the time. i've talked about it before but the monticello furlough was a game changer for me. anything by holograms is brilliant and i die every time. and it's not just bc y'all are my pallys and kiddos, but @youreverydaydemikid @cecescomposition @fireballdance, the fics y'all write literally have me dropping whatever i'm doing to read what you post. it's so so good. like it's genuinely consistently good work that i squeal over every time. also @binch-i-might-be is an absolute icon that has kept the fandom fed for a good few years. there have also been numerous fanfics that have been deleted over the years that i adored, so we will have a moment of silence for them, but alas, it's the price i have to pay for being in a fandom that became "cringe culture" and made everyone delete their work even if it was really good.

NOW FOR JCS. it is such a small fandom, but that does not mean there is any lack of wonderful content. OBVIOUSLY, i will start by recommending anything by @solarflicker. their work is genuinely jaw dropping and i die every time. their characterizations are so good, and their stories are so well written. i could not recommend them enough. if i had to choose one, though, it would have to be judecca. like that one is one i reread practically every week. but as i said, all of them are so good. you would be doing yourself a disfavor by skipping any of them. @ohsoldier is so so good too. their good omens au is chef's kiss. picking up the palm fronds by @hobgoblinns is also very very good. beserk's jcs fics are also golden little au's that are so so good!! they have like a reincarnation au that i adore. another good reincarnation au that i love is that's what you had (but you don't have it anymore) by zartbitterpoetin. this one is so unique and well written. like it's so creativeeee. those are all a bit angsty BUT there's a really cute coffee shop fic (i think it has smut in it so be careful youngins) but it's the fic that all the people not in the fandom find and it blows their minds that people ship jesus/judas lmaooo. but it's called i'm falling for brew by framblebee. NOW I'VE RAMBLED ON THIS QUESTION FOR FAR TOO LONG SO I'LL LEAVE YOU WITH ONE MORE. you have to have an account to view it, but it is the 2012 revival fic (once again i think it had a tad bit of smut so watch for that) but so tonight that i might see by altzfic is amazing. like honestly there are so many good fics out there. it's crazy how talented people are in both of these fandoms. i could go on for ages, but i will end the rant here.

(i could genuinely make a long post of just fic recommendations for both fandoms and it would be longer that this. it's just so good.) (lemme know if y'all want that. it would take a while to collect all the links, but i would gladly boost the fics i love)

16. the worst writing advice i've ever been given was to delete everything and start over if you get stuck. my storage might hate me, but i've learned i regret very much if i delete my work. even if i don't use something in the fic i originally wrote it for, i could always use it somewhere else or expand on it and make it it's own thing. another bad piece of advice i got was never use flowery language. i resent that. i loathe that. i am a writing maximalist, my dears. i will make my writing as longwinded and drawn out as possible.

#ask games #these are such good questionss ahhhhhh #sorry didn't mean to namedrop all of y'all feel free to disregard this #i just wanted to make sure people were able to find your accounts and fics bc y'all deserve it :))))

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bread--quest · 10 months

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more details about them are under the cut in case one of them sounds familiar and you want to doublecheck. if you know what the 8th one is please tell me

mr. revere and i: book narrated from the pov of paul revere's horse. she was formerly a british horse but through some amount of shenanigans was given to paul revere instead. she had an entire arc about unlearning her loyalty to england and choosing to side with the americans that was extremely compelling to young me

all-of-a-kind family: jewish sisters on the lower east side in turn of the century new york. i read so many books with that premise but these were my favorites. uhh there were 5 of them, oldest was ella and then i think hattie and then sarah, charlotte, and gertie. it was a series and later there was a little brother who had to get his name changed because he fell down a manhole (long story). they went to the library and coney island and ate soup and did jewish holidays. probably at least 15% responsible for my fixation on nyc. they were everything to me.

the year of the dog: book about an asian-american girl growing up. her name is pacy and she likes to draw. has a lot of conflicted feelings about being american vs. being part of her family's culture which i related a lot to for reasons that i'm sure you can guess

cobble street cousins: 3 cousins growing up on a street?? actually it was two sisters (lily and rosie) and their cousin tess. they had a cool aunt who was dating a botanist. tess was a broadway nerd. they had a cool attic hideaway. the books were excruciatingly cozy i love them

project mulberry: ANOTHER one about asian-american girls feeling conflicted about culture are you noticing a theme here. uhh a girl and her friend who collects state quarters do a science fair project raising silkworms and then trying to embroider something with them. they get help from a guy who has a mulberry tree and is black and her mom has to confront her inner racism. at one point the author talks to the main character in like the footnotes for some reason

the pushcart war: LOVE THIS ONE SO SO MUCH BTW EVERYONE SHOULD READ IT. uhh its new york in Very Slightly The Future. (it was like 1940s when this was written but the date gets changed with every reprint.) everything is the same but traffic is slightly worse. its supposed to read like an account of an actual historical event. pushcart peddlers get fed up with being literally pushed around by truck drivers and get organized. using pea shooters they make the trucks get flat tires so that everyone can see that they're the main problem of traffic. does a surprisingly good job going into all the ways seemingly small political action can have effects (newspaper articles, local government elections, other unions being affected, even trade with other nations). not exactly a union novel but basically a union novel (to this day i still think of a certain part of it whenever someone brings up union dues). basically radicalized kid me if we're being honest.

the fairy rebel: well it was either that or the rebel fairy can't remember. really weird one honestly. okay so a woman named jan hurts her leg and can't dance and also can't have kids and is like clinically depressed about it. weird beginning to a kids book but it gets weirder. a fairy shows up and makes friends with her and in exchange for jan teaching the fairy what jeans are the fairy makes a magic baby for jan. the baby has a streak of magic blue hair. there are also magic rose presents. the fairy queen is evil and has evil wasps and gives the kid an evil necklace and does some really fucked up stuff like nearly crush the kid under toys. it's okay eventually though i think

haunted doll one: okay so i read this at a campground once and it's probably the most genuinely obscure one on here but. a girl finds a doll and like. touches it? or picks it up or something? and somehow the doll transports her back in time to like a wagon chain exploring the west or whatever. and i think the doll is there in prairie times too. can't remember if the modern girl like possesses the original owner of the doll on the wagon chain or if she just gets prairie isekai'd but i think it's like a recurring event. also at some point someone gets bit by a snake and maybe dies. i don't remember how it ends but the general vibes of the thing terrified kid me So Much that it's haunted me ever since. if you remember this book please tell me

#wow look something original!!#polls #just 4 fun :]#and maybe bc a different post made me think about the haunted doll book again

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