#also i ain't tagging everyone cause then it would be long in the tags

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Easy Money

Derek Danforth x AFAB!Reader

Summery: Minimum wage is a joke these days and we've all gotta make rent somehow. And who knew blonds could be so fun?

Tags: AFAB/Female pronouns reader, no use of y/n, voyeurism, sex worker!Reader, drug use (marijuana), sex while high, drinking, cursing, bisexual Reader, fetish party, reader plays with several people, tempature play/improper use of ice cubes, sex toys, possessive!Derek, dick piercing (I will not debate this,) face fucking, breast play, oral sex (male recieving), thigh riding, cock warming, cowgirl and doggy position, praising, pet names, edging, rough sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, degradation, dumbification if you squint, dacrophillia. There is no plot. This is just porn. Straight up.

Notes: Y'all begged to me, now y'all begging to your man. You're welcome. Also, please consume substances responsibly. Do NOT assume an edible ain't shit. They ALWAYS are.

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The gig is simple. Stand there and look pretty.

The woman who had hired all of us was very clear on the rules; serve drinks, talk to the men, don't have a brain, and if Derek Danforth gives you an ounce of attention, you return it. Sex was optional, but they pay less if you do not engage.

I was just there for the check. Times are hard, but this dress is easy to fit into... if I don't breathe. Jesus, it's tight.

The architecture of the mansion is beautiful. Really, if I wasn't working this party I'd be studying every room for an hour each. High ceilings, detailed woodwork. It's a shame it's all bathed in purple blacklights with everyone wearing neon glowsticks.

The people in attendance are in various states of undress. Some wear their clothes fully, some wear nothing at all. Most are in various states of undress, including the waitresses.

All of our dresses are the same- tight, black, and an easily detachable top with nipple pasties underneath in the shape of blacklight activated glow stars. It's tacky, but the girls who have removed their tops are getting way more tips. And with the debt I'm in, plus the security making absolute sure no camera are recording anything, what's the harm in if I join them? It's more money for me.

The various trays contain different things. Some drinks or shots, others different foods. Then there's the drugs. Oh yes. Cocaine, pills, capped needles on at least one tray I noticed. On mine are several marijuana joints, blunts and even edibles. Our employer had told us we were allowed to indulge, but any damages caused due to our inebriation would come out of our check.

Edibles usually aren't shit for me, so I feel quite safe.

A strawberry cube is tucked safely under my tongue, taking a long while to melt. I can feel my muscles relaxing, making me smile more to the guests as I work my way through the crowd. The beginning gentle buzz helps me to forget the way these people leer at me, some even reaching over to touch me before retracting their hands quickly.

"These guests are quite used to casual sex," the woman had informed us. "There's a code here. You'll each have a pendant around your neck. Depending on the color you choose it will inform them of your preference. Red is for looking only, green means you're okay with sexual touch. It's up to your verbal communication if that touch leads to penetration."

The party was tacky, but at least consent was key.

My color currently is red. It will take more of this edible for anything to change. And currently I see no one making the trouble worth it, anyways.

Right now, anyways.

A man with bright, blond tipped hair and a loud outfit works his way through the crowd. Laughing and speaking with some, taking in the different women serving different items. There's a confident swagger in his walk, one that normally I would scoff at when sober. But with the melting cube quickly joining my bloodstream, I simply stare curiously. It's unintentional, honestly. But he takes notice, narrowing his eyes in reciprocated curiosity before making his way over.

"You're new," he says. I offer him the tray.

"I don't know what you mean," I say politely. He picks up a large blunt, taking out his own lighter instead of using one of the complementary ones on the tray. He takes a long pull, shoving the item back into his snakeskin jacket pocket that doesn't match his zebra print, silk looking button up with black leather pants.

"The other girls have been working here for awhile. Who brought you here?" He asks after taking a long pull, holding it.

"Riley," I answer. He nods, exhaling.

"She's worked here a couple years. You two close?" He asks.

Not particularly. "We're friends," I answer. He smiles a bit, taking another hit.

"You like the party?" He asks.

"I like the lighting," I answer. "And I can't say no to free edibles."

"You take some?" He asks. In answer I scoop the edible onto my tongue and stick it out for him to see. "Good girl, that shit will make you relaxed."

"How much is it?" I ask curiously. Can't be too much, surely.

"Told my guys to pick up 1000mgs," he answers, taking another hit.

... what?

My confusion must be obvious.

"You not used to that?" He chuckles, leaning against the wall next to me.

"I induldge regularly, just... lower amounts," I answer. He exhales, laughing.

"You'll have fun then. Especially if you change your color to green, but that's completely up to you," he says. There's a moment of silence between us before I speak up.

"Nice outfit," I say. He raises a brow at me.

"Yeah?" He asks, scanning me up and down. "I think I prefer yours."

"It matches better, that's for sure," I say. He laughs, then sticks out his hand, his smile confident.

"I'm Derek, by the way."

"Ah," I say. Derek.

Derek!

"Nice to meet you, Mister Danforth," I say, accepting his hand. It's warm and large, strong against mine.

"I don't want to hear Mister out of you unless you change colors, pretty girl," he says, squeezing my hand. I feel myself smiling, heart fluttering a little.

"And what would happen if I did change it, Mister?" I ask politely. His grin widens.

"Well, with the way you look already I'd say people would have a fun time with you," he says, stepping closer. "I wouldn't mind a taste myself. I like my girls warmed up, though."

"Warmed up?" I ask, raising my brow.

"I'll tell you what," he says. "You're welcome to leave your tray anywhere, as I'm sure they've told you. You can change your color to green, enjoy your edible and just let the crowd guide you to me. I promise they will." His eyes roam over me, taking me in with a hungry gaze, his mind distracted by obvious thoughts. I wonder how well his shoulders would hold me.

Shit. He's right, this is strong. The herbal smell on his breath is inviting, and I'm already leaning in. Plus, his outfit is beginning to make visually stimulating sense.

"Isn't it polite for a host to show his guest around?" I ask, batting my lashes. I can feel my eyes drying out, my cheeks buzzing and my body beginning to feel the bass of the music just a little bit more than I was a second ago.

"It is, pretty girl," Derek says, taking another hit. "But you're not a guest, are you?"

No, I'm not. I begin to pull away when his hand catches my pendant.

"You want me to get that for you?" He asks, exhaling through his nose.

"Yes sir," I answer with a smile, placing my tray carefully on the table beside me.

"Good girl," he praises, changing the color with a quick flick of his thumb. "You'll fit in just fine."

Before I can respond, his lips attach to my neck, sucking earnestly and harshly. I can't help the small cry that escapes me, my hand finding his hair and burying itself in it as he pins me against the wall.

His hand cups my breast, kneeding it carefully as he creates patterns across my skin with his mouth, licking at the newly bruised flesh before moving on to a new, unmarked area. He holds his blunt up for me, trying to keep it still enough to allow me to take a hit. I accept, holding his hand steady by the wrist, inhaling as much as I can.

His lips detach from my throat, his eyes red and glazed over as his lips graze mine.

"Care to share?" He asks lowly, his fingers still tweaking at my nipple. I'm vaguely aware that my pasties have been removed, where they've gone to I've no clue.

Obediently, I blow the smoke into Derek's mouth, his hand leaving my breast to cup my jaw, holding my mouth open with his large thumb. Once I'm done he takes his own hit, holding it for a moment before pressing his lips against mine, sealing them together before blowing the smoke into my mouth as well. His tongue slides against mine, tasting of whiskey and smoke. I don't hate the way it blends with the sweet, surgery strawberry cube still melting under my tongue.

He pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.

"You taste sweet," he says. "Mind if I try some?"

"Go ahead," I answer. I expect him to take an edible from the tray, but instead he leans in again, his tongue searching for the half melted candy. He finds it under my tongue, slipping it onto his and then pulling away, smiling in satisfaction.

"Oh," I breathe, batting my lashes in surprise.

"I'll trade you," he says, pressing a small kiss to my cheek as he passes the blunt to me. "Just let the crowd lead you, sweet girl. I'll see you in a bit."

Before I can even think of a response, he slips amongst the crowd, gone in the blink of a hazy eye.

Alright. This is fine. Great, actually. I take a hit of the sour tasting blunt and begin walking amongst the crowd.

Derek was right, I am an eye catcher. Or maybe these people aren't particularly picky. But it doesn't take long at all before people are touching me, sliding their hands over my hips as I pass by, stopping me for a moment to press me against their bodies, leaving a mark or three on my skin. The attention makes my mind blank, smiles on my lips as I whisper 'thank you's, the patrons slipping tips into the tight pockets of my skirt as they release me, letting me blend into the crowd once more until someone else catches me.

I should be revolted, I know this. But the people aren't hard to look at, and with as much as I have flowing through my system all I can really think about is how amazing I feel. My joints feel like air is passing straight through them, my head feels light and free of racing thoughts. The lights entrance me, making me easily distractable until a woman guides me gently towards her group, placing me on her lap as she talks with what I'm guessing are work colleagues. Or something. Fuck if I care.

Her hand strokes my back carefully, not speaking to me as I continue hitting my almost burnt out blunt. She glances at me from time to time, smiling sweetly as she watches me.

"Can I have some?" The older woman asks gently. Her lips are painted a dark black, revealing white teeth underneath. Her features are sharp, contoured by heavy makeup. Her hair is shaggy and black, and God, she's... broad. Muscular and looking like she could eat me alive. I wouldn't mind if she tried.

I hand her the last little bit, letting her have what remains as I begin to focus on her hair. It's soft, feeling amazing between my fingers.

"You have anywhere you need to be for the rest of the night?" She asks, her voice deep.

"Derek," I breathe, barely focusing. She and the other women amongst her let out a noise of recognition, some even laughing a little.

"He likes his girls pent up," Another says, nodding. "Says he likes them used, but we all know that's not true."

"Derek likes to go for hours," warns a woman with blue hair that glows in the blacklight. "Hope you have a lot of energy saved up. If he likes you, you won't go home for days."

The woman with black hair is finishing the blunt, flicking away the last little bit and letting it land wherever.

"You mind if we help you?" She asks.

"No," I answer, my hands running over her broad, leather covered shoulders. "I don't mind."

The women aw over me, moving closer and touching different parts of me.

"Focus on my thigh, good girl," says the dark haired one. "Just rock yourself against it and let me know when you're close." She turns to the second woman, nodding her head towards me. "You want to taste her?"

The second woman nods, joining me on her lap and grinding herself against the first woman's other thigh before bending over to wrap her lips around my nipple, moaning as she does.

The third woman, the one with blue hair, simply watches, continuing to talk to the dark haired woman, stroking my back as she does. The first woman seems engaged in the conversation, occasionally sucking on my other breast before responding to the blue haired woman. The second woman is fully engrossed in tasting me, sucking and nipping at my breast eagerly, moaning as she does.

The stimulation feels amazing, my head tilted back as I rock on the dark haired woman's thigh, my body feeling things it never has before. The feeling of two women sliding their tongues across my sensitive nipples, sucking on them at the same time at different paces is almost enough on its own to make me cum. I can feel how wet I am even through my underwear, surely staining the first woman's clothes.

"Shit, Ava. She may not make it to Derek at this point," laughs the blue haired woman. The first woman, Ava, simply smiles, admiring me.

"Should we let you cum, good girl? Or do you want Derek?" She asks, bouncing her leg as she does.

I moan loudly, my mind unable to form a response. This is lovely, just absolutely wonderful. But something tells me that if I waited, if I edged myself like Derek seemed to prefer, then I would be well rewarded.

"Wait," I pant, still rocking my hips against her thigh. The three women groan, laughing a little more as they begin to give me space.

"You think she's good enough for him?" Ava asks the second woman.

"If she's not, he's out of his mind," she says, tearing herself away from my breast and standing to move onto the blue haired woman's lap instead.

Ava guides me off of her before standing tall and admittedly terrifying. She pulls me up gently, taking my hand and leading me through the room. "Follow me, sweet girl," she says. "I'll take you to the main event."

The other two women wave at me, smiling wickedly before turning their focus onto each other. As the drugs begin to hit harder, just a little ways from my peak, I begin to wonder what it is I've really gotten myself into.

A pair of double doors reveal the same dyed blond man on a plush couch, lounging lazily as he speaks to a small group of people in the private lounge. Upon seeing me guided into the room, he smiles eagerly, quickly sitting up.

"I told you you'd find me," he says, setting his whiskey glass in front of him on the small, glass table.

I smile warmly at him, trying to keep my balance as I walk around to him.

"You get her all ready for me, Ava?" He asks, gently placing his hands on my hips and guiding me to sit on his lap, my back pressed against his chest.

"I did," the woman says, joining us. "She's pretty pent up."

"Did she get you pent up, pretty girl?" Derek asks, laughing softly. I can feel the blush in my cheeks, my eyes barely able to stay open as I lean my head back onto his shoulder.

"Feel her if you don't believe me," Ava offers. Derek obliges, dipping his hand between my thighs, pushing my thin panties to the side.

"Fuck," he groans. "You weren't kidding."

Derek guides my legs to spread open, one hand keeping me open for everyone to watch as his other hand explores my vulva.

"Don't worry about everyone else," he whispers in my ear. "We're all just here for a good time. Right, pretty girl?"

I nod, moaning as his finger swirls around my clit. He continues speaking to his friends, drinking casually as his hand toys with me.

"You want some?" He asks, offering me the glass. I shake my head. I'm fucked up enough.

"Water?" He asks. At that I nod, and with the quick snap of his fingers it only takes a blink before he's holding a water in front of me, complete with ice cubes inside.

"Go ahead," he says. "Take a drink."

I obediently lean forward, placing my bottom lip on the edge as Derek tips the water into my mouth. It's soothing at first, my body relishing the cold rush it gives me. Derek's hand glides up and down my folds, teasing my entrance.

"You like the cold?" Derek asks. I try to respond, forgetting the glass in front of me. The water spills down onto my body, freezing and making me cry out in shock at the sudden sensation.

Derek and his friends laugh, his lips pressing soothing kisses along my shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry, were you not ready for that?" He asks sweetly, smiling at me. I shake my head. He places the glass on the table in front of us, collecting a couple of ice cubes before leaning back and adjusting me to face him.

"Let's get you prepped then, yeah?" He asks, popping one into his mouth and chewing.

My eyes widen, mouth opening in question just before Derek wraps his own lips around my nipples, sucking gently and swirling the quickly chewed cube around the hard bud.

"Fuck!" I cry, leaning backwards. Ava catches me, stroking my hair as she watches.

"I knew he'd like you," Ava says in my ear. "He likes breaking in the new girls personally."

Derek's fingers tease my entrance, threatening to dip in while he sucks on my breast, moaning around the cold flesh. He swirls his spit around, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"You taste amazing," he moans, his breath cold. "Love to taste more."

I moan happily, spreading my legs more and bucking against his hand.

"Take me," I moan. "Do whatever you want."

"Jesus, she's excited," he laughs. "How long has it been, sweet girl?"

Too long. Much too long.

It must be obvious based on the way he trails lower, kissing and sucking on my skin as he begins to slip my skirt and underwear off of my lower body.

"Is this okay?" He asks, looking up at me expectantly. I nod eagerly, rolling my hips towards him impatiently.

"I don't think she likes teasing, Derek," Ava comments.

"No?" He laughs. "Do you like teasing, sweet girl?"

I shake my head slightly, whining. He and Ava laugh, Derek placing a kiss on my stomach.

"Well, I don't want to go too fast, new girl," he says. "Could break you, you know."

"No you won't," I whine. Derek sucks sharply on the spot, leaving a dark mark.

"Gonna have to teach her a thing or two, aren't I, Ava?" He asks. "You know where that toy is?"

"What toy?" I ask.

"Don't you worry about a thing, pretty girl," Derek instructs. "I'm gonna take care of everything for you now. Just relax."

Ava removes herself from the couch, disappearing to look for something. As I'm distracted, Derek slips an ice cube into my warm cunt.

"Ah!" I cry out sharply, arching my back as my hips roll automatically, unsure what to do to relieve myself. "It's cold."

Derek simply laughs, sitting up straight and dragging me onto his thick thigh.

"It's supposed to be," he says mockingly. "That'll work in the meantime while we wait for Ava to come back."

I start to grind against his thigh, my cunt clenching around the cold cube rapidly as I feel the melting water begin to drip out of me. Derek pulls my hair, tutting his tongue against his teeth as he shakes his head.

"Stay still, that's an order," he says sharply. Someone offers him a cigarette, which he takes with no hesitation. When someone offers me one as well, he waves them away.

"She's had enough," he says. He keeps his hand in my hair, keeping a close eye on me to make sure I don't move.

"You enjoying the party?" He asks me.

"Yes," I say.

"Yes what?" He asks, taking a drag.

"Yes, sir?" I say. He smiles.

"Good. You're smart." He turns his attention to a man asking about some account, rambling something about bitcoin and such. Ugh. I don't know why I'm surprised.

I keep my hands clasped behind my back, pressing my chest forward to allow him easy access. This pleases him, his smile growing genuine whenever he glances my way. Once he bounces his leg, making me squirm for more. At that, he pulls my hair, shaming me for breaking the rule.

"Behave," he commands sharply. A few minutes later, however, he bounces his leg again. This time he doesn't stop.

The jolting motion sends shockwaves through my system, the drugs making me weak and stupid. He's not watching me, seeming involved in the conversation, and this ice cube is nearly melted inside of my cunt, dripping more and more. I can't handle this.

I shift my hips subtly, testing the waters. He doesn't notice, and if he does he doesn't care. I do it again, slightly harder against his thigh. Derek is talking about some party in Havana, laughing about a different conquest. I work slowly, making sure he won't turn his eye onto me. Finally, after a few minutes of grinding against him, I feel confident enough to begin a slow, steady rhythm against his thigh, his leg still bouncing against me.

My body feels amazing. Light, stimulation pounding throughout me, it only takes a few minutes before I'm on edge again, my pussy making his thigh slick and easy to grind against as I ride him. My cheeks burn with heat, my eyes eyes fluttering shut as I lose myself in the rhythm, fully focused on how hard his leg is bouncing. The vibrations go right to my clit, making my pussy seize around nothing now as my pulsing heat had caused the cube to disappear. I begin to grind faster and faster, desperate to cum. I don't realize I've begun panting, moaning as I ride him, and the attention in the room has turned towards me in full with Derek rubbing his hand up and down my back slowly, grazing his nails across the skin of my back as he watches with a look that makes him look like the cat who ate the canary.

"You close, sweet girl?" He asks me. My blush deepens, my eyes fluttering open in realization. Derek simply quirks a brow at me, exhaling his smoke into my face as he waits for my answer. My hips stutter, hesitating to continue.

"Don't get shy," Derek scolds. "You were just fine fucking yourself a moment ago. What's a few dozen people watching you?" He asks.

People are chuckling now, making small comments of encouragement.

"You looked so pretty, baby. Fucking yourself stupid on my thigh," he says as his lips tease my tits. "Didn't she look pretty, everyone?" He asks the room, glancing around at the people who respond with affirmations.

I lean forward, trying to hide my face in the crook of his neck. What had I been doing? In front of this entire room? I'd just needed a few quick bucks, that's all this was supposed to be. This was exponentially further than I'd ever planned.

Derek tuts, pulling me away from my hiding place. "Oh no, you wanted to cum. I'm going to make sure you cum," he chides. "I wonder how you'd feel on my cock. Would you like that? You'd feel better if you were on my cock, wouldn't you?"

I nod shyly, my eyes avoiding everyone but Derek. He glances around the room once more, noises of encouragement growing louder.

"You wanna get me ready, baby?" He asks encouragingly, taking one of my hands from behind my back and guiding it to his stiff, clothed cock.

I gasp lightly, squeezing it and grazing my thumb up and down his dick covered by the tight, leather material.

"You look big," I mutter.

"Feel big too," he chuckles. "Go on, try it out. I think you'll like it."

I think I will.

It's hard to see in the odd lighting, so my hands struggle with the hidden zipper.

"Try getting closer," Derek teases, his breath warm against my ear. "It doesn't bite like I do." To emphasize his point, he sinks his teeth into my neck, harsh and quick before releasing me, leaning back in his chair. The sudden movement makes me dizzy, my mind reeling as I automatically sink to my knees in front of the plush, velvet sofa.

Once his pants are opened, he springs out, no underwear confining him. Jesus. He's mostly average, leaning towards the larger side. It's mostly the piercing that surprises me.

"Like it?" He asks. I glance up at him, his grin cocky as he takes a drag from his new cigarette. Hey, man. What happens if I swallow this?

I stammer, opening my mouth and trying to say something.

"You need help?" He asks, wrapping his hand decorated with several rings around his shaft. "Open your mouth again," he commands. I do so without hesitation. His other hand guides my head down, forcing me to swallow it halfway down. I moan in satisfaction, my eyes slowly shutting as I take in the taste of his skin.

"Atta girl. Take a minute if you need to," he says casually. I can smell the thick smoke near my head, his hand stroking my hair gently. Ava must have returned because he's telling someone how warm my mouth is.

"You ready, sweetheart?" He asks. "Wanna show you off for my friends."

Taking a deep breath and opening my eyes once more, I lower myself slowly to his base. He's just long enough that when his piercing collides with my uvula I cough, nearly choking on him. More gentle laughter escapes the crowd, Derek praising me as he begins to thrust into my mouth.

"Just stay there, sweetheart," he says. "I'll do the work."

True to his word, Derek begins pumping his dick in and out of my mouth, whispering something in Ava's ear. I begin taking in the other people around the room, most of them watching us eagerly.

"Watch me, sweetheart," he commands, snapping his fingers and pointing at himself. "You don't have anywhere to look but here."

I obey, keeping my eyes trained on him as he smokes his cigarette which rests between his lips, his jaw gritted as he rolls his hips into my throat, his eyes glazed over in pleasure and who knows what else.

Without warning, someone begins fingering my cunt. A startled moan escapes me, vibrating around Derek's throbbing cock and making him moan, his face confident.

"Don't worry baby, it's just Ava," he says, stroking my hair. "You like Ava, right?"

I moan again, Ava's fingers quick and shallow in my tight pussy.

"Ava certainly likes you. Almost stole you from me, isn't that right?" He asks her, tapping his cherry carelessly onto the floor behind him.

"That's right," her deep voice purrs in my ear. I moan again, my eyes almost fluttering shut from pleasure until Derek grabs my hair, fucking my face roughly to bring my attention back to him.

"Hey now, don't get too happy," he scolds, but he's smiling. "You still like me more, right baby?"

I moan, pressing my tongue to his underside as he slides in and out. He tastes sweet, his jewelry creating an interesting feeling in the back of my throat. Ava withdraws her fingers, quickly replacing them with a vibrating bullet instead.

"Mmph!" I moan, my eyes nearly fluttering shut again. The speed increases, making me drip and writhe my hips against nothing.

"God, she's fun," Derek moans. "Ava, book her for Cabo," he says.

Cabo??

"You like her that much?" Ava laughs. Derek simply glares at her. Is this a thing? Trading girls, fighting over them? What is this?

"Just fucking talk to whoever about it," he spits, his dick quickening in my throat. I'm gagging around him, barely able to catch my breath as I press my hands desperately against his thighs. "Anyone else fuck her tonight?"

"Don't know," Ava shrugs. She brings her face close to mine, her breath hot in my ear. "Did they?"

I moan, trying to shake my head. Derek nods, smiling.

"Perfect," he drawls. The bullet inside of me is driving me insane, enough to keep me on the edge of pleasure but not enough to tip me over. My eyes look up at him, wide and begging, tears beginning to spill from my waterline and streaming down my face.

"You're killing her," Ava scolds him. "Is he being mean?" She asks me. Yes.

"She can take it," Derek says. "You like it a little mean, don't you baby?" He asks, smiling. Yes.

"See?" Derek says. "She's just fine."

Actually, I'm about to hit my peak drug wise, and I can't fucking breathe. But all it does is make me want more, my throat taking him as deep as I can as I moan around him, my tongue moving desperately, eager to swallow his load.

"Think I should cum down her throat?" He asks Ava, his head tilted back in pleasure, cigarette nearly burnt out between his lips.

"Would you like that?" Ava asks, setting the speed of the bullet to max. I scream around Derek's cock, overstimulated and stupid. "I think that's a yes."

"God, you're amazing," he praises. "Such a perfect fucking slut."

Right before he reaches his edge, he pulls me away, admiring the long, thick string of spit that still connects my swollen lips to his cock.

"Look at that," he says. "Should take a picture of that someday."

His hand drags me up by my hair, guiding me to return to his lap. Once I'm straddled across his lap, his fingers delve into my cunt, fucking me quickly as he presses the bullet against my g-spot.

"You like my cock, pretty girl?" He asks.

"Yes," I moan, my voice and throat raw.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent."

His fingers remove the bullet, and he quickly replaces his hand and bullet with his pulsing cock, both of us moaning at the feeling.

"Jesus, fuck," he moans. "You are fucking tight. I can feel everything."

My cunt spasms around him, eager for whatever friction he'll grant me. He stays still, something that's clearly a challenge for him.

"Gonna stay there for awhile," he says. "Wanna make sure you're ready, baby."

My spit on his dick makes for excellent lube, his piercing comfortable against my cervix. His hands run up and down my thighs, squeezing here and there, eventually moving to massage my ass.

"The crowd loves you," he praises, pulling me close to his chest. "Think I love you too."

I'm very high. I'm very horny. I will do whatever this fried hair, cocky ass motherfucker tells me to do.

A waitress walks behind the couch, offering us a tray of joints. Isn't that my job?

"Go ahead, take one," Derek instructs me. I do so, reaching for the lighter on the tray.

"Don't bother, I have one in my pocket. Thank you," he says to the waitress, dismissing her. He reaches into his coat, taking out the lighter before discarding the jacket, leaving him in his zebra printed button up that shows off his chest hair along with a white gold sparkling chain.

He holds the lighter for me, lighting up the joint as I hold it between my lips.

"You're gonna smoke me out, okay angel?" He says, leaning back against the couch, his arms stretched out along the back. I rest one hand against his chest, taking a hit and holding it for a second before leaning forward and blowing it into his mouth.

One of his hands find my hair, pressing my lips against his, his cock twitching inside of me as his tongue slips into my mouth, establishing dominance before allowing me to pull away for another hit. Then another. Then another.

As he inhales the last hit, his hips begin rolling into mine, his voice low as he groans.

"Go on and start riding me, angel," he moans, completely lost in the pleasure. "Show me how you want me."

My hands grasp his shoulders, clinging desperately as I begin to glide up and down his length, his cock twitching against my most sensitive spots with each glide.

"You ever fuck a pussy as good as this?" I ask, watching his jaw shift subtly from side to side as he focuses on my tightness.

"Oh, she speaks now?" He asks, smirking. "Grow a fucken brain, princess?"

His tip slams into my cervix, making me gasp and press my tits into his face. His mouth works quickly, biting and sucking at the tender mounds as I ride him.

"I'm just making conversation," I say. I'm high enough my filter is gone, my brain rotted to the point I'm only focused on my pleasure. He moans against my tit, looking up at me while he buries himself in my body.

"I can't say I have," he says, grinning. "Why, that turn you on?"

Immensely. Not that I'd tell him that.

"Say it," he dares, his cock slamming into me. "Don't hold out on me."

"Maybe I will," I tease, tugging his hair. My hips speed up, riding him hard enough I can feel the couch rocking ever so slightly.

"You're fun," he chuckles. "Say it."

"No," I say, slamming my wet cunt against his base, making him groan loudly.

His teeth sink into my skin, pulling on my nipple to the point I'm on the razors edge of pain and pleasure.

"I don't mind waiting," he says, his tongue flicking against my nipples. "I like causing pain."

His teeth sink in deeper, his fingernails dragging down my back slowly as he slams into me, making me bounce hard enough I can feel it in my stomach.

This is a hell of a paycheck.

"I like it," I say. He chuckles.

"That's not enough," he says.

"I wanna be the best girl you've fucked," I add.

"Mm, need more details." His teeth release my nipple, leaning forward and quickly catching it once more, sucking on the almost raw flesh hard enough it feels like I won't be able to wear a shirt for the next day or two. One of his hands return to my hair, gripping it and pulling it hard enough I can see the people behind us, some of them still watching, some focused on each other, most people switching between the two as they fuck each other.

"Come on, you were just so confident," he laughs against me before returning to his task. My chest burns with want and embarrassment, my eyes glazing over as I give in.

"I wanna make you pussy whipped," I moan. "I wanna glance at something and get it from how desperate you are to get the chance to fuck me."

He chuckles lowly. "I think we'll get along for a while," he says in a satisfied tone, finally releasing my tits from his torture.

"Gonna get me on payroll?" I ask, smiling as I throw my leg onto the back on the couch, giving him better access to fuck me.

"Play your cards right and I'll get my surname on you, pretty girl."

It's an evening of drugs and sex, come morning I'm sure he won't even remember my eye color. But for tonight, can't a bitch dream?

"Go ahead and laugh," he dares. "I get what I want."

"And you want me?"

"Fuck yeah."

He forces me to my side, turning me onto my stomach and hiking my ankles onto his shoulders.

"Jesus!" I cry, feeling his cock bury into me from behind, slamming straight into an overwhelming spot that makes me blind with pleasure.

"Too much," I cry. "Fuck, too much!"

"And that's a problem?" He laughs, abusing me as he smacks my ass, admiring the way my skin reddens.

"Yeah, you're not getting another dick ever again," he decides, his hips chasing after a high that tears screams from my throat. I'm so overstimulated I don't even know if I can cum, my eyes crossed and ass feeling his palm bearing down on the sensitive flesh time and time again, growing more rapid in succession, forcing me to clench his length harder with each new hit.

"Come on, pretty girl," he growls, pressing his chest against my back, his hands keeping my hips pressed against him with no chance to escape. His balls smack against my clit, making me moan in stupidity. "I know you want to."

I cry out, tears streaming down my face, hair stuck to my wet skin as I feel my cunt begin to throb in warning, my stomach clenching as the knot inside me begins to snap, my mind growing fuzzy and static as I pant eagerly.

"Fuck, she's close," Derek moans to someone, small whimpers escaping him as he pumps into me, his teeth digging into my shoulder, sending me over the edge.

Someone's screaming, and I have the vague idea it may be me. I can feel Derek's front soaked in my cum, his dick slamming into me in a way that I just know I'll have a migraine in a few minutes.

"Good girl," he praises. "Fuck. Amazing girl. Taking good dick like a fucking pro."

His cock throbs in me as he cums, deep and right next to my cervix, keeping himself buried as his seed pumps into me, hot and thick.

"I wasn't joking, sweetheart," he mutters in my ear, his voice exhausted. "You and I are going to become good, good friends."

I groan as I feel him slip out, his fingers pushing any cum that drips from my folds back into me, then placing a plug into my aching cunt. His hand grips my hair, pulling me back up to sit on his lap as he accepts a new drink, his cheeks flushed as he tries to regain his breath.

"Let's get something to get your energy back up, hmm?" He asks, pressing a firm kiss on my sweaty forehead.

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Cabo doesn't sound all that bad, Danforth. Not bad at all.

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I wrote this instead of sleeping. Anyways, see you next time for Mike Schmidt. Stay safe pookies <3

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Hi i saw u wanna rewrite akikasa hcs PLEASE WRITE ME SOME I BEG /nf /lh

HJKJSKDKHS AKIKASA anyways I was referring to a short story I wrote a while ago but THIS!!! IS (I think) MY FIRST AKIKASA RELATED ASK!!!! I MUST WRITE!!!!!! All I have to do is figure out which thoughts are based on canon and which ones are AUs-

I took 18 days to finally post this because I kept getting ideas and had to force myself to stop because this is way too long 888 words man this ain't fanfiction also if this is illegible I'm sorry none of my headcanon posts will ever be organized no beta or read more we die like my grades after my orchestra field trip

Starting with basic shit Akito is SO so in denial about his feelings and when he's finally fed up with it he chucks it down to infatuation (It is not)

And Tsukasa is an oblivious idiot to everything even though he has a stupid crush on this ginger he just refuses to say anything because he still thinks Akito despises his guts

My guy every little bit of physical contact you make with carrot head makes him look like color hex #ff0000 RGB 255, 0, 0 how do you not notice this

Tsukasa fell first, and they both fell harder >:)

You know Tsukasa'a 1* card where Akito saved the poor man from a spider or something that's when it happened Tsukasa didn't know at first cause like haha who the hell falls in love with someone over something so small I barely even know the guy

If Akito confessed first, after a long moment of awkward silence and Akito wishing the floor would eat him alive, Tsukasa is suddenly hugging him and crying (That's a yes btw)

If Tsukasa confessed first, it would take a bit (probably a few days or weeks) but eventually Akito with the support of everyone finally accepts his feelings for Tsukasa (He didn't tell anyone about the confession btw it was probably Akiyama or one of Tsukasa's friends that told everyone also the threat of Rui was probably another reason he couldn't deny lmao)

Every date, and I mean EVERY SINGLE DATE, Tsukasa will always bring or buy some cheesecakes or pancakes for Akito

And if he doesn't the next time he brings lunch for Akito he'll bring him more cheesecake than he usually does to make up for it

When Tsukasa found out Akito's favorite flowers were sunflowers, he sometimes brings one for him too :D

Tsukasa probably got a pair of sunflower clip-on earrings too (Or whatever they're called)

Tsukasa loves to tackle hug Akito and it never fails to make the ginger laugh <3

Tsukasa borrows Akito's jackets a lot (At least twice a week).

Akito complains about it but let's be honest he loves it when he gets it back and all he smells on it is Tsukasa's scent

Tsukasa loves giving gifts to Akito even if there's no special occasion, usually some type of jewelry like earrings and the next day Akito's most likely wearing it

Obviously, they invite each other to their shows, and sometimes their other bandmates too

During WxS shows Akito's supportive and is internally loud but during VBS concerts Tsukasa is HOLLERING Akito's name and singing along if he knows the lyrics it's embarrassing but if you look closely enough you can tell it hypes up Akito a little more and he tries even harder (An has taken note of this and teases him nonstop about it)

Neither of them are a huge fan of PDA but if you stare long enough you'll probably miss a sneaky little kiss when you blink

That or if Tsukasa's in a really good mood he'll practically cling to Akito (Which is like 50% of the time tbh)

That one post I made on my side blog is real and so is the first tag

Yes Ena and Saki are supportive but holy shit Akito wants to fucking strangle Ena whenever she brings it up (This applies to An too)

Tsukasa helps Akito be more open with his feelings and Akito helps Tsukasa deal with negativity better

Around people, Akito still treats Tsukasa how he would (if Tsukasa isn't being clingy) but once they're alone Akito acts like he's touch starved and refuses to leave Tsukasa alone

Akito sometimes helps Tsukasa with practicing for his shows. He's obviously not as good but he's trying and Tsukasa appreciates his efforts

Tell Akito to say wonderhoy and he'll look at you like you're fucking insane but have Tsukasa tell him and he'll say it as unenthusiastically as he can manage

And then Tsukasa will look at him all :((( and Akito does it with more energy and "jesus fucking christ the things I do to make Tsukasa happy" (It's just a wonderhoy idk why you're so pissed /hj)

I do not understand Japanese and I am not caught up on that one event story with furry Akito so correct me if I'm wrong (about the italicized part) but before Akito gets over his fear of dogs Tsukasa always made sure they would steer clear of them and if one suddenly appeared this blond pink theatre kid is going to protect his pathetic fucking boyfriend with his life

Rui: Is that a hickey? | Tsukasa: No! It’s just a mosquito bite. | Akito, walking into the room: Hey, guys. | Rui: Hi, mosquito.

Whenever one of them stays up really late when staying over. the other tries to convince them to go to bed and cuddle/snuggle with them and it works.

Tsukasa practically begs meanwhile, if possible, Akito hugs Tsukasa from behind and basically just collapses onto him half asleep mumbling into his ear (Can you tell I'm tired it's 1 AM and I got 3 hours of sleep yesterday I'm running off of a power nap rn)

Obviously, Tsukasa can't do anything with Akito like that so he basically carries Akito to the room of whoever they're staying at

Akikasa supremacy WHO'S WITH ME AKIKASA!!!!!!! (I'm dying on a hill please)

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Content notice: this post is going to discuss sexual violence, sexualisation and kink related to Astarion's storyline and personal experiences

When making certain posts + writing my fic about Astarion, I knew it was only a matter of time before people would come at me for the content. It was never a question of if, but of when. Because we all know the internet lacks nuance when it comes to certain topics and there are a lot of people seem very invested in being the online morality police

Today I received the following comment on one of my Astarion posts. And whilst I don't wish to give air time to rando's on the internet and don't need (or quite frankly want) to defend myself, there are some points I would like to make in relation to this

The first point being a big reminder that: if you don't like something, DNI. There are plenty of other posts and fics about Astarion that are all fluff and love and treating him like a pretty little princess. Currently, my Astarion content is not that. There are many reasons as to why that's the case. And, again, if you don't like it... go somewhere else cause I ain't about to stop posting what I'm posting just because people disapprove or want to label me as problematic or "not giving a fuck about victims of SA"

I hate to break to ya but life ain't so black and white. Cause here's the thing - trauma + kink are irrevocably intertwined with one another. There are a lot of academic works and smarter people on the internet who will have said this better than me, but the main point that I want to make is that people who create particular kinds of content are often playing in the spaces that they were forged in. It is in the very act of creation that we process things we've experienced, and it's up to us what kinds of narratives we want to explore/tell and what kinds of experiences we want to have (on and offline)

Not to get all TMI on main but I am someone who is actively and unashamedly engaged in many kinds of kink. Do you know what I adore? Being treated like shit in quite domineering and violent ways. Do you know what else I love? Topping little brats who need to be forcefully put in their places. And do you know what else I have? A lifetime of experience of domestic, intimate partner, and sexual violence. This is actually incredibly normal and okay. People who have experienced trauma are multi-faceted beings.

Kink is often a place where people can safely experience untold levels of catharsis (and by extension I am including writing + gameplay in this too). This isn't the case for everyone, though it is certainly true for me, and ofc there are healthier and unhealthier ways of doing this. There was a period of my life not too long ago when I was putting myself in very risky situations to get my kicks, and now I write about fictional characters experiencing these instead bc that's what I want to be doing with my life right now

And nobody gets to tell me shit about what I enjoy, or tell me how to enjoy it, or try to make me feel guilty for it

When I say that I get off on seeing Astarion bloody and bruised, when I say he deserves to be punished and write fic about that, when I play in the space of ownership and toxic relationships, I do so from a place of lived experience. I do so from a place of being well-read and well-practiced in kink. I do so from a place free from shame and fear of what other people will think. Because I have every right to say what I say, to write what I write, and to enjoy what I enjoy. And actually, it doesn't and shouldn't matter. Even if I didn't have those experiences or knowledge, I'm still allowed to create whatever the fuck I want to create and it doesn't make me a "bad person" bc it doesn't subscribe to this puritanical moral agenda that's been seeping all over the internet (Side note: I put this in the tags but it bears reiterating here. This also reeks of the kind of shitty comments that get made about how dom's are perpetrators of abuse and violence, or that subs are victims who are being taken advantage of, which I don't even have time to go into here bc there is a lot of history behind that. but just fyi. don't. just... don't. and if you wanna know why go ask google)

I also say/write/create from a place of my personal interpretation that I think Astarion gets off on masochism too. Have you met the guy? There's so much in his character that indicates that he likes to get slapped about and teased. And yes, I do know his story, I know his background, I know him. Because there is a lot about Astarion which is a mirror of myself. And I am playing with that reflection in lots of different ways (yes, that's an Astarion joke)

There will be a time when I have a very different kind of romance with Astarion, but that's not the kind of experience I want to have right now and maybe, in some ways, I'm not ready for it. Just a few weeks ago I wrote the below piece at 3am (which is now part of a sakuatsu piece about self-acceptance and love) when I woke up crying my eyes out and needed a creative outlet for how I was feeling at the time

Not that he calls it quits. Because the messages never stop coming, they flow freely from the tap. Anytime, anywhere. Whenever he wants it. He's always in demand. Because they all want him, they all want something from him.  But he doesn't care. Sometimes he loves it, gets off on it, can't get enough of it. Sometimes it leaves him feeling cold and empty and broken. At the end of the day, what does it matter? It's all that he's good for anyway

And tonight I got hit with Astarion essentially saying something very similar:

The moment I met Astarion, I knew that what we were seeing is a cleverly constructed performance. It's a facade, stitched together of hypersexualised behaviour, witty banter and a charming smile. I would know that performance anywhere, because it's one I've been playing for over a decade. It's a survival mechanism, a mask; something which endears you to others, which makes them like you, sometimes even love you. This performance is something that Astarion has become so very good at that it's become etched onto his soul. He doesn't know who he is without it, he doesn't know what he wants. But now he has the chance to find out.

And here's the thing: he doesn't have to suddenly become some super reformed character or stop getting his kicks in sadomasochistic ways. You can be all about bodily autonomy, self-love, and healthy boundaries, and still also have big ole' ownership, degradation, pain, and praise kinks actually. And there sure as hell ain't nothing wrong with that. Because, again, people are multi-faceted.

There is space for people who want to give Astarion a hug and tell him that he's loved, to have a really tender soft romance with him. And there is space for people who think that Astarion is a horrendous little man who is in need of objectification and punishment. Both of these stances are super valid and fun.

So now, if you'll excuse me, I shall depart from this very long personal essay (that probably no one will read, but which needed to be said anyway). I've got a dungeon scene that's not going to write itself.

#i'm not sure if i'm quite getting across what i want to say bc it's 2.30am here but hopefully the gist of it is there #tl:dr don't throw accusations around at people when you don't know shit about them #to me it just *reeks* of the kind of people who say shit like dom's are perpetrators of abuse and there is SO much wrong with that #i cannot even begin to unpack this cause I could write a whole chapter on it probably #also news flash: hate to break it to the internet but Astarion is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER #he cannot actually be hurt by my words or my actions (both fortunately and unfortunately) #astarion #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #LET PEOPLE ENJOY WHAT THEY ENJOY GODDAMNIT #*shoos from yard*

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Happy WBW! (Delayed 😁) What is the musicality and musical environment like in your world? Do the people sing? Do they dance? Play instruments? How about your protagonist and company?

Happy WBW! Thanks for the ask. Let's go Robots and Gardens! Though I'd argue music is kind important to multiple worlds I've written.

Green my angry angry woman Green actually plays two instruments. She can play the kazoo and the harmonica. She loves them so much she actually bought both. Yes she can actually play the shitty plastic ones but she has an actual metal kazoo. Some would argue Green plays really goofy instruments, even most of the main characters agree. But ain't nothing goofy about blues and jazz. Which is a quiet favorite of Green's.

Peace can't play any instruments and isn't much of a dancer. But she'll hum along. I don't think she's really ever indulged in singing or wants to. But she likes the stuff Green plays.

Donnie my mute cyborg. He's a whistler. Quite the whistler actually. Just cause he's done it so long. It's a general communication thing for them but also just a thing they enjoy. He listens to music but typically whatever they're subjected to in their environment.

When Hollis figured out how the PA system (that thing you speak into so everyone can hear you) worked she would subject everyone to her music. She probably listens to Apocalyptica on a regular. She used to play keyboard/piano because a part of her family are music enthusiasts and her grandma forced her. She didn't hate it. Didn't enjoy it. She can play a singular song from memory. And is definitely a person who plays by ear. Which is definitely a skill you have to have if you want to play music in this world. I would force a fucking theramin into this woman's hands and see what comes out just cause. I think she'd like it way more.

Digits would probably fuck up a bass or some drums if her hands weren't bitches. Maybe I'll find a way to drag that in somehow. She can probably sum up her musical experience as, "One time we played a recorder in school. Never saw that bitch again. Never saw that lady again. Actually was that school?" She will drum her hands on surfaces, Hollis does it too. They can tag team. Her instrument is surface.

I wouldn't say music is as present as I make it in Fucked at Five. But it's there. Playing in between shows, parties, drowning out other sounds etc. If you watch sports in this world you listen to music. They blare the shit at games as a morale thing. It's easier to do than have actual cheerleaders when you have shitty air quality and an open arena. The crowd is singing and cheering. Good times. If you don't come home with smokey lungs afterwards.

#writeblr #ask games #holy shit I went on for a hot minute #my bad #I just really love music XD

[angels--trumpet]

Repost from the bird app that is incredibly self-indulgent

Flat girl Yuji because their ain't no love for em so I gotta make my own damn food

Goyuu, SFW

Fem 🐯 who's always been rather tall and muscular for a girl and decided that she was way too boyish to be one, so she started dressing up like a boy and made her voice pretty mellow.

Cue eating 👅 finger and 👅 ripping off 🐯 shirt and then realizing.

On wait, this person has boobs. Small af, and barely there but boobs none the less. So that distracts him cause he's looking down, trying to make sense of what happened for a second before being shoved back down by 🐯 who is embarrassed as hell and trying to hide away from 🐺

So that goes a bit differently, anyway

Insert 5️⃣ who just thinks 🐯 prefers to dress boyish and is possibly Trans but has a talk with her and finds out that 🐯 really likes girly things but never felt like she was feminine enough to dress that way, so 5️⃣ changes up 🐯 uniform, starts calling her cute nicknames, tells her she would look cute in certain outfits basicly just encouraging her to be feminin dispute her previous thoughts that she was too masculine to be a lady.

Eventually, 5️⃣ wins and 🐯 starts dressing how they want and not retricting themselves to a single view of femininity

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The fem 🐯 in my head basicly still looks the same they just have a bit more feminine features, there lips are a bit thicker, lashes a bit longer face just a tad more delicate, they they got that snatched waist and a strong legs that look like they can kill you with a single kick :>

But overall, they look pretty much the same as they do in the series.

Their hair is cut short till they meet 5️⃣ who encourages her to grow It long so he can style it for her

🌹 teaching 🐯 make up and taking them out shopping for clothes with 5️⃣ tagging along as there wallet and donkey (he doesn't really mind just happy to see 🐯 open up to things she likes)

He of course also adds his own two cents here and there (he knows how to look good) and 🌹 learns that 5️⃣ is kind of a great shopping companion

Extra bits

Fem 🐯 whos not considered a "pretty girl" by society standards being hit on by 5️⃣

🐯:"I mean, I'm kinda of bulky, and I don't have any boobs...won't sensei prefer a feminin girl instead?"

5️⃣: "My type are muscular girls who are shorter than me"

🐯: "Everyone is shorter than you sensei."

5️⃣: *dying inside* "You're missing the point!"

#goyuu #gojo x yuji #is this self projection? yes yes it is #Angels Note Dump

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get to know the author!

name : ash!

pronouns :  she/her

preference of communication : tumblr ims honestly. After some iffy experiences I no longer give out my discord to just anybody. I have to speak to you for a while on tumblr/interact/ooc chat (just make sure you actually wanna write with my muse & we gel) before I even feel comfortable doing it anymore. As unfortunate as that is BUT dms are always open here.

most active muse :  If you can't tell it's Landon lol He has his own solo space apart from his low activity connected universe multi. WHICH is only available to mains rn. But he lives in my head rent free so it's him.

experience / how many years :  Time to show my rp age. I kicked it on forum groups. NOW the bane of my existence and why I will never join any rp group again lolol Around 2008/2009 ish? I have seen a lot of shit. Which is why my rules are the way they are cause I ain't got time to put up with bs. I used to roll Hugh Dancy back in the era of H.annibal for an original and had the lovely experience of being forced shipped on LMAOO

best experience : Other than being able to meet and connect with cool ghosties now? A little private server I used to have with some people (one being one of my best friends now) that was fun until it faded.

rp pet peeves : anon hate. people following ( especially first ) but NEVER interacting with anything. inconsistency. pretending to have interest in me+muse and then banning my fc. YEP It's happened and it's a major blacklist!

fluff, angst, or smut : All? I mean I don't smut on first interactions or shit. It's gotta be established ships cause not my priority. But it's all good. Can I say horror and thriller? lolol Honestly someone burned me badly with a shit ton of angst non stop so I'm not always here for that. Good plot drama is juicy tho.

plots or memes : Plot! Plot! Plot! I don't prefer dropping into the middle of a plot either. I wanna build it. Not it being "they're already interacting at this pivotal point" when that makes no sense to me. Memes are fun if people actually send them but I wanna plot, create and expand on universes. I also have a tendency to lose interest/push replies back if my rp partner NEVER talks or plots with me in ims. It shows a lack of interest to me personally.

long or short replies : LONG OR GO HOME! I try to write shorter stuff but I can't even. It's hard for me. I'm long winded. I'm wordy. The fact Landon talks/thinks too much doesn't help this lmaooo But no I do write a lot but no one is obligated to match my length. I just ask for more than a little paragrah or two if I write a shit ton cause it totally makes it difficult for me to reply and I take longer which makes the thread sit.

time to write : Pfff you assume I have a schedule. When I feel like my brain can cooperate? But a lot of times when I have gone on reply sprees it's between midnight and 3 am. The witching and devil's hours respectively on this FINE part horror blog! I'm a vampire what can I say? I can write anytime but my most productive hours have sprang up there.

are you like your muses : Heck to the no. I guess the only thing is Lan's love for pop culture/movies/horror but everything else? Nope. Nobody on the multi either. ahshf I would hope not cause there are some crazy criminals in that city lol

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#vintage villains and shocking sinners! dash games

[keepingmyoptionsfluid]

Look, I love 9-1-1 so very very much but coming at it objectively (and as someone who works in TV, and has done for several years), I would not be surprised if this was the final season. I would be gutted if it was canceled but not surprised. Shows which I never thought would be cancelled have been left to dry up, over a decade of production has ended. I worked for two and a half years for a flagship show on a major global network (not giving specifics cause I ain't gonna dox myself when I've seen the behaviour of some people on this tag) and they are really struggling at the moment.

911 simply does not have the viewership it once did, the actors are all getting more and more famous (thus more and more expensive) and the hugely negative reactions online are super damaging. It's one thing to have people complaining about the show while still watching but the drop in viewership combined with bad press, and review bombing (literally what the fuck guys... If you didn't like it, you don't need to ruin it for everyone else? How vindictive and nasty can you be?) can be seriously damaging.

Channels are leaving things to the last minute to renew shows because they are running out of money and this uncertainty can be seen in the writing - season five ended in a way which would be a reasonable final ever scene - and there is only so much that you can do when every season ends with the same vibes of "this could be goodbye forever".

Also, the show is just changing - which is natural over time. Whether you are a buddie fan or not, the Buck & Eddie relationship was a huge part of the show and the writers have basically nuked their screen time for whatever reason which is causing a lot of issues with fans. The human stories are just starting to struggle as storylines aren't being explored and the repeated refusal of the writers to ever have on screen make-ups after issues leads to a lack of trust. If two characters have problems that are a huge plot point, you cannot simply have all make up and big moments off screen (see chimney punch, madney breakup, buck parents make up etc). Characters are making increasingly OOC decisions for reasons which are never explained which leads to the conslusion that either the writers are trying to desperately avoid certain situations with specific characters, or they simply do not understand their characters and aren't willing to try and explain things that don't make sense.

They're running out of storylines too as we see with them getting frankly more and more ridiculous. Now I for one don't mind this, it's a fictional show and I've read fanfic much more bonkers than canon, but for a casual viewer, there's a limit to how much people are willing to let go. (I will take literally anything because I am long past the point about caring about reality in fiction. I like liking things and you're not gonna stop me).

This isn't meant to be a negative post (although it's come out more depressing than I thought) but realistically, I'm not holding out hopes because TV is a numbers game and bad ratings and bad reviews lead to cancelled shows. If you don't like an episode, don't rate it. Would you genuinely prefer the show cancelled because your fave didn't have a big role in an episode? It's literally an ensemble cast so everyone gets their own big storylines.

Anyway, here's hoping I'm wrong and I can joke about this miserable post in the future. I'm off to read 911 fanfic 🤣

#911 fox #911 #911 spoilers #look i know people habe strong feelings but honestly you can choose not to be a vitriolic child #we all have faves and things we dont like about the show but ive never seen such horrific cyber bullying as i have in this fandom #the behaviour is utterly dispicable and i hope to all god that the cast dont know how fans of this show act #except i know they do because some people abuse the cast when they dont like episodes #like you woild never do that to someone in real life so why is it appropriate to do it to an actor #they owe you literally nothing #working in tv lets you see the genuine worst sides of people sometimes #im lucky ive only had a few online attacks but DMming hate to actors? grow the fuck up

[destinygoldenstar]

Happy Thanksgiving everyone, if you're reading this on its release day. I published the Daily Life in FEBUARY?! Jeez and flip. Sorry this took so long, you guys. OMG. I failed you all. I got so many messages asking "Is this cancelled? Is this cancelled?" And I keep telling them "No. It's gonna come out soon." And then it doesn't. But not to worry! It's back now! It's out now! Everyone can chill... (Who am I kidding? I still failed my audience making them wait this long.) TLDR on why this took so long. 2023 has been a BIG year for me that I've been occupied to exhaustion. I had a graduation, I got a part time job that gives me full time hours, there's been multiple discussions of my future and my partner (who only now has read this), and more days than not I've either chose to prioritize other things, or choose to sleep cause I was tired, and I thought there would be no consequences for this fic. I was wrong. But I am adjusting to this new chapter of my life, and I'm making a better schedule for myself, so you don't have to worry about another nine month gap between Chapter 4 and Chapter 5. (I say that, and then watch it happen.) I do want to say, upfront, cause I said this as replies as well: "I will announce it if I ever cancel a work. Any work on my account. If there is no announcement, it is not cancelled." I'll also try to work towards replying to my comments more. When I first made this fic, I was just starting out as an Ao3 user. So I didn't know how tags worked for example. And I didn't want to reply because A) Sometimes writer commentary can ruin a media for somebody, and B) I'd get messages asking "Why didn't you reply to me?" Trash moves on my part, and I have grown more comfortable, so why not? But I ain't spoiling nothing, so you're on your own there. I've been predictable in the past. My goals with my stories is to never be 'unpredictable' it's to tell a compelling story. Cause nothing will be surprising on a second read cause you'll know everything. So, here we go.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter heavily contains themes of PTSD, past abuse, trauma, starvation, self harm, and discussions about suicide. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, don't read this chapter, or the deadly life of this chapter that will come in the future. Your health is more important than views to me.

#total drama #danganronpa #total drama danganronpa island #td courtney #td duncan #td gwen #td leshawna #td chris #chris mclean #td dj #td lindsay #td bridgette #td noah #tw sui implied #tw sui talk

[trashcatsnark]

OC Songs! Aidan V. Becker!~

I was tagged by the precious @tarmac-rat and the just as lovely @beammeupbroadway

I have a very chonky playlist that you can find here, but heres a handful of selections

Tremble by LPX (Also kind of my headcanon of what Aidan's singing voice sounds like)

I don't wanna tear your heart out But I'm edging on a breakdown I've been up and down the same route Too afraid of the fall out I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Keep holding my breath blue, how better can I show you What can I do to cut through, falling fast but I can't move I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Wish I could purge you out I'm sick with doubt, god help me now

Two by The Antlers (prefer the acoustic version on youtube tbh)

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare You were just a little kid and they cut your hair Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying They should have listened, they thought that you were lying Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

Can I Leave Me Too by The Greeting Committee

I'm scared of myself without you I'll change my ways for a few days if it means you'll stay I'm filthy, creepy, clingy for you always

If you go, can I go with you? If you leave me, can I leave me too? I'm afraid that I might need you If you go, can I go with you?

Good Girls by CHVRCHES

Is it easier when you don't have to count to ten? When you don't have to pretend? I want to know that feeling Is it easier when you don't have to start again? When you don't want to make amends? I want to know that feeling

Good girls don't cry And good girls don't lie And good girls justify but I don't Good girls don't die And good girls stay alive And good girls satisfy but I won't

Fast Talk by Dawn Golden (Jackie and Aidan vibes)

And everyone who knows our name Says that we ain't ever gonna change They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs? Then we better run

Baby Teeth by Flower Face (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

If I can't hold you like a lover I won't hold you at all The tide is turning on you, baby, and I feel nothing anymore If we could stay this way forever would it ever be enough? I wear your bruises on my shoulder now forever and evermore

Your lip got split, spill grenadine kisses, the codeine kids got you down Picking fights with the devil, you know, you've got a real smart mouth Driving you home from the bar and you're touching my face but I don't make a sound

Hope In Hell by Black Pistol Fire (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

It's over now, you see Keep pulling at my seams Fuck you and the horse you rode in on Down on my luck But I never really had none I soften up the blow It only goes to show Useless to try

Only my mind, I think you got that too You can have it all But how much do you wanna lose?

Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things

You're cold on the inside There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

Sorry by Nothing But Thieves (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

I broke your heart so carelessly But made the pieces part of me And now it hurts what we've become 'Cause you taught me how to love It's me who taught you how to stop

And so many fucking more, I could fill a book, but here's a few

#cyberpunk 2077 #aidan v becker #johnny silverhand #silverv #aidan becker #female v #ship: mold on fruit

[childrenofthelab]

Top 5 song associations:  share  the  top  songs  in  your  playlist  that  most  inspire  /  represent  your  muses  the  most.  bonus  points  if  you  include  lyrics  to  go  along  with  it. 

(Saddle up I'm doing more than 5, because it's 1:30am, I'm on night shift and I'm bored. Also yes I primarily listen to musical theatre

~010~

In My Own Little Corner - Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella: I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse. When I hear a command, I obey. But I know of a spot in my house where no one can stand in my way. In my own little corner, in my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be.

True Colours - Cyndi Lauper: You with the sad eyes, don't be discouraged, oh I realise it's hard to take courage in a world full of people, you can lose sight of it all. The darkness inside you can make you feel so small.

~002~

Surface Pressure - Encanto: Under the surface, I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service. A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack, that breaks the camel's back. What break's the camel's back? It's pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop.

The Last Day Of Summer - The Lightning Thief: I've been here since I was a kid. I did everything they ever asked, yeah I did. And for what? You know this world will never be ours as long as our parents rule over the stars. So I'll do anything. I don't care if I hurt anyone. It doesn't pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son.

~Eddie~

We're Not Gonna Take It - Twisted Sister: We've got the right to choose and there ain't no way we'll lose it. This is our life. This is our song. We'll fight the powers that be just don't pick on our destiny cause you don't know us, you don't belong.

~Jamie~

If Only You Would Listen - School of Rock: You know I try, try, try to explain I'm not the kid you want me to be. And yet it's all, it's all in vain. You just don't want to see the real me. You think you know what I'm all about and yet you just keep shutting me out!

Tagged by: I stole it from @firstcurse

Tagging: Everyone xD

#dash game #ooc #headcanon

[firstaidspray]

5 Song OTP Playlist

Tagged by @roofgeese to do this one!! Thank you!!

Did this for Juliette/Arthur, Reverie/Lamplighter, and Nonia/Reese. Under the cut!! 💖

#1 Crush by Garbage (Juliette would quite literally do anything, including die, lie, steal, etc like the song says, for Arthur. She does this out of loyalty and love and she wants him to know this, that she'd do it even without him asking as long as it's for him.)

I would die for you, I would die for you

I've been dying just to feel you by my side

To know that you're mine

I will cry for you, I will cry for you

I will wash away your pain with all my tears

And drown your fear

Mascara by Deftones (For them, this song is about how there are things about Juliette that Arthur thinks are minor flaws, but all in all he loves her very much. The last line of the song is Arthur admitting that he's a bad person and in actuality SHE should be criticizing HIM. Long shady eyes reference Juliette's makeup, and the blood/bruises are from their lives as hitmen.)

I feel soon I will sink into you

What do you think?

'Cause there's still blood in your hair

And I've got the bruise of the year

But it's something about her long, shady eyes

I'm all about her shade tonight

Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter (note: this doesn't describe them except the chorus, since they are each others' first real love, but it's a song they dance to in a meaningful scene.)

Like strawberry wine, and seventeen

That hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love, oh, bittersweet

Green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow (This one is basically them in a nutshell, other than the single line about her thinking the man in the song is ugly. Arthur is a man who, like Billy in the song, has never really had fun in his life, but Juliette is going to show him what it's like.)

Otherwise the bar is ours

The day and the night and the car wash too

The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars

The sun and the moon

This Love by Pantera (For me, it describes Arthur's feelings on love, and particularly falling in love with someone as "perfect" as Juliette. It makes him angry that he's allowed himself to actually fall in love, because he is so used to being betrayed by everyone. But overall, he does love her, but wants her to always be the one who says it.)

In my life

All I wanted

Was the keeping

Of someone like you

As it turns out

Deeper within me

Love was twisted and pointed at you

Make Me Wanna Die by the Pretty Reckless (This whole song is just full of their energy, especially the references to burning. Their ship name comes from the line "we'll burn up in the light" at the end of the bridge.)

I would die for you, my love

My love

I would lie for you, my love

My love

I would steal for you, my love

My love

And I would die for you, my live

My love

We'll burn up in the light

Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless (This song is about a sort of forbidden sexual/romantic relationship, one that has to be hidden, just like theirs was. And it's full of biblical references so it fits.)

Nights avoiding things unholy

Your hand slips across my skin

I go down on you so slowly

Don't confess none of your sins

She Talks to Angels by The Black Crowes (While the song is generally a Reverie song, when you see it from Lamplighter's POV, Reverie is a sad, delusional girl, and he wants to help her. She can lie and lie about talking to angels and being one and her powers originating from them, but he knows it hurts her to keep up that facade and it's probably why she turns to substance abuse.)

She don't know no lover

None that I've ever seen

Yeah, to her that ain't nothing

But to me it means, means everything

Malibu by Hole (This is about Lamplighter and Rev's dream of leaving behind their old life at the facility, although it fails in canon I'd like to think there's a world where they did find their Malibu. Also points for angel references.)

Hey, hey

I'm gonna follow you

Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu

Oceans of angels

Oceans of stars

Down by the sea is where you

Drown your scars

Stars by Sixx AM (The whole song is about leaving behind your life, likely a terrible one, with the person you love. And the two of them hope that their life will be perfect, that they can see everything they want to without issue. And that is Lamplighter and Reverie. Also more heaven references.)

Do you wanna see heaven tonight

Underneath those lights, you will look so beautiful

Do you wanna see the stars before they fall?

The stars before they fall

Passenger by Deftones (The origin of their ship name!! On a surface level, and that's as deep as I'll go, it's about car sex. Nonia and Reese have sex in his car. They like sex and they like cars. Not much to decipher.)

Roll the windows down, this

Cool night air is curious

Let the whole world look in

Who cares who sees what tonight?

Roll these misty windows

Down to catch my breath and then

Go and go and go just

Drive me home and back again

Got You (Where I Want You) by the Flys (It's about a guy trying to pick up a girl at a bar. But for Reese and Nonia, this plays during the time they first have a deep conversation, and it's like from both point of views, they both have the other where they want them- interested and into each other.)

Hey, what's the point of this

Oh, hey, what's your favorite song

Maybe we could hum along

Well, I think you're smart

You sweet thing

Tell me your name

I'm dying here

Hard to Handle by The Black Crowes (It's from the POV of an experienced guy promising a girl that he can give her better than anyone else could, and that's what Reese does for Nonia and it's true. It's also just a very "Reese" song for me, I can see him listening to the Black Crowes.)

Boys will run along, a dime by the dozen

That ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'

Hey little thing, let me light your candle

'Cause, mama, I'm sure hard to handle now, gets around

Photograph by Def Leppard (This one kinda fits their relationship and is a song featured in one of their iconic scenes where they duet it in the car. But as for how it fits them, both parties can be both the narrator and subject- rather than a photograph after that first night, all they have is each others' phone numbers, but they can't stop thinking about the other.)

You got some kinda hold on me

You're all wrapped up in mystery

So wild and free, so far from me

You're all I want, my fantasy

Amber by 311 (This song has always reminded me of Nonia for some reason. I do think her energy is an amber color, and I suppose Reese does too. He's so enchanted by her and he doesn't know how to explain it other than this, probably while high/drunk.)

You live too far away

Your voice rings like a bell anyway

Don't give up your independence

Unless it feels alright

Nothing good comes easily

Sometimes you've got to fight

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy

Whoa, shades of gold display naturally

#my ocs #tag game #juliette chrysler #reverie #nonia fonzarelli #x: interstate love song #x: i'm your passenger #x: we'll burn up in the light

[chaos-le-mieux]

I posted 212 times in 2022

That's 161 more posts than 2021!

71 posts created (33%)

141 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ask-dcf

@somedancingpineapple

@wolfkice

@drowninnoodles

@kamikotorayama391

I tagged 77 of my posts in 2022

#chara - 50 posts

#undertale - 49 posts

#flowey - 28 posts

#error - 28 posts

#frisk - 27 posts

#retribution - 22 posts

#error chara - 18 posts

#toriel - 17 posts

#asks - 10 posts

#error!chara - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 50 characters

#if anyone could find the og artist for that design

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Undertale Retribution: Chapter 2 Page 8

This might come as a shock to some, but Chara never had a Kill or be Killed mentality at any point in Undertale Canon. And Flowey would know this, because of their past. Remember, as long as you (the player) don't kill everything, they try to teach you that it's Kill or be Killed. So this will come into play during this series as a plot point. I was going to explain things more, but I forgot what I wanted to say, lol. Enjoy~ Undertale © Toby Fox

13 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

Error Chara Answers: 008

10th Question asked by: @askfriskanddata ‘s Chara

Poor Data Chara, being teased by Error Chara. I wonder if she knew they'd be able to see them? Don't worry, Error means no harm, they're just trying to see what kind of Chara Data is~ This marks the first Tumblr question to be answered. Drawing Data Chara was so much fun ^ -^ she's such a cutie <3 Enjoy~ Undertale © Toby Fox Datatale © Riolumon a.k.a. @askfriskanddata

13 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#3

Error Chara: What If 002 - An Unlikely Gathering

What if Data!Chara, Error!Chara, Nega!Chara and Talltale!Chara ate Chocolate together? I'm pretty sure this breaks canon for all 4 Characters, but don't they all look so cute together ^ -^ Talltale is HUGE!!! it's a good thing at the time of this drawing the other 3 Chara's can float o 3o I also image all four of them being surprised on how calm and relaxed they can be around each other~ Anyway, from Left to Right Data Chara belongs to @askfriskanddata, cute lil shy bean she is ^ -^ Likes Hershey's Chocolate Talltale Chara belongs to Clobertina, cute big shy bean, like really Big, o 3o Likes Snickers, cause you aint you when you're hungry Error Chara belongs to Me, well, at least this one is, I'm sure there's quite a few out there :3 Likes Muffet's Chocolate, this one's not afraid of spiders. Nega Chara belongs to @artsygum  , the pretty boy reformed into an adorable dork ^ w^ Likes White Blueberry Creme Chocolate, a unique flavor~   Support all these great artists! = ) Datatale © @askfriskanddata​ Talltale © Clobertina Negatale © ArtsyGum

Undertale © Toby Fox

13 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

Error Chara: Breaking Barriers

Yeah, Reaper ain't to happy. It's not like they're BFF's with Error or anything, baka! Though they could be friends = 3=. It's more that there's a place in where Chara's can be Chara's. None of the B.S. from the other worlds. Just Chara's enjoy Tea, Flowers, and games. So by Core enforcing this rule, it makes it seem like any other AU in Reapers view. Where there's a higher being that dictates how everyone lives. And the 5 types of beings that Reaper highlights, Error isn't fond of, they share Reapers views on them. Although, now that Core is more or less the caretaker of The Void Oasis, they're taking extra precautions to make sure it stays safe. Welp, Error Chara is frustrated, and their faux face has worn off. I was going to save the reveal for later, but I'm slow at uploading, and I like how they look ^ -^ anyway~ Have Fun~ Undertale © Toby Fox CORE!Chara © @dokudoki​ Reapertale Chara © @renrink Bottles Chara © @hawker-the-gary Fresh Chara © @loverofpiggies Chara "Buddy" Dreemurr © Dreamyume formally known as Dreamy-94 Chara "Cinnamon" Dreemurr © @digeridoodler Fell Chara © @underfell Swol Chara © Shouganairu

66 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Undertale 7th Anniversary: Chara Tribute

The textless version of this will be my submission for the Undertale AU Community Project 2022 This one is a little more involved than last years... well, a lot more involved. And while I think I improved from last year, I still have a ways to go, but at least I'm moving forward. I'm not even sure how to order all the Chara's properly, I might just make a list in alphabetical order with a brief description and a credit/link to the original artist (providing link is available) AFAC Chara: by @askfriskandcompany  - They're the Skeleton Chara with the glowing red hair. "Classic" Chara: © Toby Fox - The original, wearing a green and gold stripped long sleeve shirt and a silver monster soul locket. Cross Chara: by @jakei95 - They're dressed in all white and dark purple, and holding a big knife o vo! Data Chara: by @ask-dcf - She's wearing a black and white poncho and and is just adorable ^ -^ Epic Chara: by @yugogeer012 - They're in a Black and Red tunic, holding a knife that's serrated in the middle of the blade. Error Chara: this version is by me - They're floating near the top with bright Cyan hair. FellswapX Chara: by @fellswap-x  - They're the Chara with one arm in the light and dark purple "poncho" Fresh Chara: Fresh concept by @loverofpiggies - this specific design for Fresh Chara I'm still trying to figure out who originally designed it. They're in the mutli-coloured hat, green vest, and burnt orange pants. GenTem Chara: by www.youtube.com/c/GenTem - They're the ghostly one, bottom middle, with a red "x" hair clip KFC Gang Chara: by @somedancingpineapple - They resemble Classic Chara, but are a ghost, and don't have a locket, actually, some might argue they look more classic than the classic that I drew for this o wo Poketale: Ascendance Chara: by @instaquarius - They're in the white and gold holding a pure red Pokeball, aka a Cherish Ball. Ragnartale Chara: by @naomyart - She's in the red and white dress, elegant and sometimes eloquent ^ -^ Reapertale Chara: by @renrink - They're the floating one wearing a black cloak and wielding a big scythe, though it's hard to see since so many other Chara's are covering it up o 3o TallTale Chara (Corrupted Chara: Final Form): by https://www.deviantart.com/clobertina - They're essential the background. It was hard trying to scale them right, and even then, I think I still made them to small. Those bright purple, yellow, and blues Toptale Chara: by @the-great-pipmax  - They're the ghostly red one, floating all cutely in the center ^ -^ And I think that's everybody hopefully all the links work, and everyone has a good time ^ -^ Enjoy~ Undertale © Toby Fox

116 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

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[thatwheelchairchick]

Songs for your LIs

Thank you @follies-fixture for the tag, I love seeing other people's views on this stuff and you find also new music. As someone who assigns every song I listen to to fictional characters and scenarios, this was hard work to narrow it down, but I got it down to three songs for Bobby and Gary.

I think everyone has been tagged at this point, but I'll tag @aislinnstanaka - no pressure.

Under the cut because it got a bit long.

Bobby

10000 Hours by Dan and Shay + Justin Bieber

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'? Everything, I wanna know it all I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you

Forever To Go by Chase Rice

I can still see that dress you were wearin' With those yellow wildflowers I can still smell that vanilla in your hair, when I was spinnin' you around We just met and I knew then But I couldn't say it out loud So we just swayed while the music played Kinda like we're doin' right now

We were just kids Stealin' a kiss And it feels like forever ago But I love you more than yesterday And we still got forever to go

Lover by Taylor Swift

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Gary

It's You (I've Been Looking For) by Lewis Brice

I always thought I'd be a rambling man Living in the moment, never making plans Finding love was just a dream I was having Written in the movies, never thought it would happen I try to fill my loneliness with whiskey And empty nights with different girls that never missed me Funny how when you least expect it Everything can change

You know I love it when your hair's a mess The way you shine when you wear that dress Girl, I don't think that you understand You make me a better man Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for

Nobody by Dylan Scott

Baby I see them boys They always lookin' at you But I ain't causin' a scene Cause girl I'm the one that's with you They can shoot you a wink They can buy you a drink Try to steal your attention They can talk a big talk They can walk a big walk But I know you ain't going home with 'em

Blessed by Thomas Rhett

You're too good for coincidence And too perfect for an accident And I'm not sure where Heaven is But every night I get a glimpse And I know I'm blessed Watching you spin in that dress Making my heart beat out my chest I can't count the times I've heard People say I'm lucky But lucky ain't the word, oh, I'm blessed

Might do something similar to this and share some generalise quotes I've assigned to different LIs for various reasons, just because it might be interesting to other people.

#tag game #litg bobby #litg gary

[callsign-mimic]

Had a long run time at work, so I ended up writing some more stuff. Bossman doesn't like seeing me on my phone, so I tend to write out things in a notebook and type them out later. Which is how I started writing forever ago anyway, lol

Things I wrote in the 5 hours of OverTime I worked:

The team has a name now. They are The War Forged. Still working out the back story on that

The (short) list of official members of the team

The reasons behind everyone's nicknames (except Owl, I gotta work with Atlas on that one first, cause she ain't my character, just my beloved)

Started working on part 3 of my indulgent slow burn fic between Captain Daddy and Mimic. Still trying to come up with a name

And that is about it for meow. I've gotta go be an adult and do adulty things for a while, but hopefully I'll have some sort of new writing for y'all tonight.

Also, if you would like me to tag you in fics as they're posted, lemme know. I'll start keeping a taglist and putting it at the bottom of each fic.

#mimic chatters #also considering maybe writing a drabble about konig meeting big papa #because the austrian behemoth needs to learn what it feels like to be shorter than someone

[springcatalyst]

I might be just be overly generous to hatake cause of my crush on hiroyuki sanada but my interpretation of him crying while he was bandaging julia’s eyes was him facing the reality that while yeah, his plan worked and Julia’s immortal now, he put her through a lot of pain to do it and she’s forever in danger from ilaria now only apparently not according to the finale! Which leads to even more questions! Sarah’s actress was terrible and i’m not very surprised to find out she hasn’t done much else since but she was also super pretty so i could deal with her better than like, alan and peter. I have a v basic understanding of the plot of s2 and i don’t understand why they dropped so many plot lines from s1 to focus on that instead. Did they have the audacity to think this would get multiple seasons?? Apparently it was lucky to even get that second season and by the end of it the ratings were so bad it fell below the threshold at which ratings can be tracked. Idk, I just want to shake the show creator by the shoulders and demand answers. you🤝me, complaining over a bad show that no one else has cared about in like a decade

LITERALLY. when I did my obligatory look I to the tag to find gifs to ramble under when I finished it (as is customary) it was so empty. ain't nobody care about this bitch.

I rlly like ur interpretation of that scene. I will now adopt it because YEAH and I dont know how else that would make sense. I do think he aaaalmost cares about julia kind of? so it makes sense that hes like ah but everything you've gone thru to get here and everything the future holds. but also the way he cares about anyone is so selfish and conditional I think she was just convenient and idealized.

I also think I like thinking abkut hatakes character cause hes played by hiroyuki sanada but in my defense (OUR defense)... hiroyuki sanada is actually a bangin actor and so can do the most with the shit script, as opposed to other characters which... suffered a little more.

like his story arc and character was almost good. it wasnt, but it was enough to be kind of compelling, u know? if it was done better. like hes just so selfish and hes been alive for so long that human life means nothing to him anymore and everyone is expendable until he decides he wants them around (ahem. miksa). I like how he goes from being comically apathetic to miksa to half-assedly reaching out once he starts hating him and then when he sacrifices himself!! (<-not a choice that makes sense) he goes right back to being like 'well he wasnt REALLY my son'. honestly its probably just bad writing but it's interesting to think of it like hatake only seeks miksa loyalty when he no longer has it. you know? he almost realizes what he loses and regrets it- not his actions, but being found out. also worth mentioning that he never calls him miksa except maybe once when hes trying to satiate him. even when he dies he calls him daniel, despite him telling hatake he wants to go by miksa. kind of telling for what hatake really wants from miksa, which is not a son but a sort of bodyguard and attack dog, more like a toy than a person.

dont let that make u think I think the show was good tho. that's allllllll just me reading where theres really nothin. I just like to Think. but yeah its bad.

#helix #ask #take my hand. OUR shitty scifi show

[lovedetlost]

Ooh who’s jacket boy

And yeah I personally wouldn’t be happy if the guy I’m dating was friends with his old fwb/hookup

Does that make me like “toxic” or like possessive I’ve never been in a relationship so idk if that okay to feel/think

oh hi baby you must be new i didn't shut up about him for his entire era everyone on here was so nice and accomodating of it haha.

jacket boy was my great summer love of 2022 and i slept with him after about 2 months and that did happen to be the last time i saw him and feelings hung around for a long time and then he randomly popped up over chrissy/new years and we agreed to a casual relationship which he then ghosted me on and then i called him out on that bullshit cause i ain't getting ghosted by the same boy twice and he did explain and apologise and now we're friends? who fucking knows.

but he will always be the first man to make me feel beautiful and confident in myself and my body. the first man to make me feel attractive. he'll always be special to me because of that. honestly he's got he's own tag on my blog. so feel free to trawl hahah.

i totally get where you're coming from, but the older i get and the more nuanced and flux i see relationships be i'm more understanding of. like i can see me and jacket boy being friends as long as i live here. and while if i got a boyf i wouldn't go out of my way to reach out, i by no means would cut him off.

baby it makes you human. there's so many insecurities you're opening yourself up to when dating a person, and of course you don't want to have your direct comparison right in front of you. it's literally who wore it best, but much higher stakes. but a deep well rounded faith in who you are and what you bring to the table will help assuage that worry. also some tequila hehe

#jacket boy #asks