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shipmanisms · 3 months

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meddle about ⋆🪽

҂ summary: you just found out that your boyfriend, nat, has been insecure about his t-cock, so you make sure to reassure him <3

҂ warnings: sub!transmasc!nat x soft switch!fem!reader ?, oral ( m receiving ) , nat calling reader 'mama' and reader calling nat nattie, fingering?fingerjob? ( m receiving )

҂ a/n: im actually so worried ppl aren't gonna like this but uhm...hope u do!!! also not proofread :0

nat's pretty whimpers could be heard throughout the whole apartment as you sucked on his neck, littering it with hickeys.

"sound so adorable baby" you muttered against his skin, licking the bites you left on his neck before noticing him grinding against your knee.

smirking, you jerked your knee up, causing him to clutch on your shoulders and moan. "need my help nattie?" you asked quietly, keeping your hands on his hips while giving a sweet smile.

"i-i don't know..what if..what if you think it's ugly or- dunno mama, what if you don't wanna be with me after" nat said with a small pout on his lips, looking down to play with his fingers nervously.

you immediately shook your head and caressed his cheek with a concerned look. "you know i'd never think or do something like that,right? i think every inch of you is beautiful nattie, you're beautiful" you peppered some kisses on his cheeks and shoulders before looking up at him. "gonna let mama prove that?" waiting for him to think of his answer, and as soon as he said yes, you got down on your knees.

hooking your fingers in his pants and boxers, you pulled them down together and spread open his legs, kissing his thighs. "so pretty" you caressed his skin before placing a kiss on his throbbing cock.

his fingers instantly found it's way into your hair, thrusting his hips up into your touch, feeling your warm tongue on him. "f-feels so good" nat moaned, arching his back.

as you saw how his body reacted to your touch, you decided to take more of him in your mouth and started sucking harder, causing his body to shudder and your name to fall from his lips multiple times.

"pleasepleaseplease m so close please it hurts" nat begged and begged again, tugging on your hair and grinding on your face, chasing his high as you looked up at him with doe eyes, your mouth still working on his cock. "s gonna be okay angel" you said before putting your mouth to work again, your fingers circling his entrance for a bit before entering him.

whines and moans leaving his pretty lips that were swollen from how hard he was trying to contain his moans by biting them, his hips twitching as you pumped your fingers in and out of him. "you're fucking soaked" groans leaving your mouth as you felt how wet he is.

"be a good boy and cum for me, hm?s okay, im here" you said while still thrusting your fingers, finding his g-spot and hitting it repeatedly as your tongue went back to giving his cock kitten licks.

at your words and the way your fingers felt in him, he came with a loud scream of your name, holding onto the couch's arm for stability as he reached his climax.

still keeping your fingers inside of him to help him ride out his high, you gave him a sweet smile and a kiss on his thigh. "you did so good for me baby" you said as you pulled out, leaving him whimpering and feeling empty, but nonetheless grateful for you. "thank you mama" he said with a pout again that soon turned into a small smile as he bent down and pecked your lips.

"now how about we take a nice warm shower and after im gonna cook us something to eat, hm? would you like that?" you smiled at him and got up from being on your knees, stretching your hand out for him to take as he nodded.

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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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Special Assignment

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Fem Reader

First time writing for Kakashi, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Being Kakashi's advisor now that he is Hokage, the reader does a lot for him as the job is tough; annoyed by one of his breaks where he's reading his favorite books, and her smart remarks end up earning her a special assignment...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), choking, rough sex, orgasm control, pleasurable crying, dumbification

Word Count: 1.5k

"Thank you for bringing me these documents. Lord Sixth is handling some important business, but I'll ensure he gets them."

Kakashi's lucky I'm not just his advisor but also his best friend, or I'd be dropping these stacks of paper on the ground. He didn't even leave his office! Just sitting back reading his Icha Icha book!

"And thank you, his advisor," Looking up from his book briefly, I rolled my eyes:

"You're welcome."

"That's not the right kind of attitude to have when you have so much work piled up," He toyed, dodging the paper I went to bap his head with.

"This is your work, not mine! Be grateful!" I growled, sitting and organizing the paperwork, "If you're going to kick back and read, at least read a different book or something."

"But I like this one,"

"Hm, wonder why..."

"...."

Side-eyeing each other, I began to work, clicking my pen and mumbling:

"Guess you have to read about sex when you're not good at it."

I didn't look but could feel his eyes on me for a while. The paperwork didn't take up too much of my time; I sped through it, bringing the stack over to his desk:

"Hate interrupting your reading session, but these need your signature."

"Sure," Finally putting the book down, he signed every single one, scratching his head as he thanked, "I do appreciate you handling that while I took a break, Y/N. Thank you."

"It's not a problem," I sighed, turning and returning the papers, "Think it's time for a break of my own."

"I have one more assignment for you, though," Swinging in his chair to face me, he was smirking under his mask as I groaned and huffed:

"Let me guess? More paperwork you don't want to do?"

Suddenly, he turned into smoke. A shadow clone? I was here with him the whole time! When did he make a shadow clone?!

"On your back or bent over. I'll let you choose." He was behind me, his whisper sending chills down my spine.

"Kakashi-"

"I heard your smart little remark earlier," I figured as much but didn't expect him to take me seriously, swallowing a breath as his voice was filled with dark desires, "So, do you accept your assignment?"

"Oh, Kakashi," I had to laugh off the nerves a little, unable to stop the tiny spark I felt from turning into a wildfire. It was too late to turn back, and I didn't want to; glancing at him in the corner of my eye, "I accept."

The confidence in my eyes disappeared with the shadow clone that I thought was him behind me, blindsided yet again, but this time, it was him who took me by the back of the neck, his kiss so hot that it made me gasp.

"Still haven't made up your mind yet?" Kissing with his tongue, I only focused on how he tasted, forgetting what he was talking about till he picked my leg, making me fall onto his desk, "I'll choose then. Besides, I want to see the look on your face when I make you eat your words."

"I really pissed you off, huh?" I whispered, always mesmerized by his handsome face as he had taken his mask off, falling hard for the side of him I never knew, swiping my panties from under my skirt, "Come and prove me wrong."

"You have an assignment you should be worried about," He warned, hand squeezing and trailing up my thigh as I asked curiously:

"What is the main objective for this assignment of mine anyway?"

Taking two fingers and gliding through my wet heat had me biting at my lip, placing his thumb on my clit while pushing into my soppy cunt, pumping a speed that increased with his words:

"We are in my office, so you can't be loud, and you can't cum till I say you can."

His fingers worked against every spot he could reach, attacking my sweet spots strategically, his thumb still working my clit, up and down, round and round till it was raw and throbbing, making me moan out:

"'Kay, Kakashi!"

"Ah ah ah," His tongue clicked, those dark eyes coming down to mine, "Didn't I just tell you not to be loud?"

"S-Sorry," I whispered, moaning hollowly, eyes squeezing shut in sequence with my thighs. Still, it didn't slow his hand down for even a second; my lip trapped between my teeth again as I began clenching around his fingers, having to hold back my orgasm, creating a complex pulsation.

"You poor thing, struggling already, and I'm only using my fingers," He loved to tease me, his tongue along my ear adding to the pleasure that was already too much, "I bet it's hard to hold back when it feels so good."

"Shit-" I hissed through my teeth, the bubble in my core expanding wide, wiggling against the desk as I tried to keep it from bursting, whispering as I found his gaze with water glistening in mine, "Kakashi-"

"Hmm, you do listen after all," Curling his fingers upward and wiggling, ramming up on my clit hard, he finally said what I wanted to hear, "Cum."

Shutting my mouth with my fist, I was gnawing on my knuckles, the relief like a weight off my shoulders as I came, creaming and slicking his hand, feeling myself dripping against my thighs and down to my ass.

Kakashi wasn't going to take it easy on me, still panting and dying for air as he spread my legs wider, my skirt leaving so he could have the open view of the mess I was just from his hand.

"Good thing you took care of all those papers on my desk," Chuckling and leaning down to me, he moved my fist from my mouth, snatching my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, his free hand between us, releasing his cock, the tip circling my clamping hole, "What a tight, little thing. Practically begging me to fuck you."

"P-Please?"

That put a no-good smile on his face. He won and proved me wrong. My beg was proof of victory, but he still had more he wanted to prove, still toying with me:

"You sure? I thought you said I wasn't good at it."

A small gust of wind tickled my burning skin, his cock nearly tearing me apart, hips smacking into mine to make me take every inch, the strength behind it jolting my whole body, whining out:

"I was wrong!"

"I said, be quiet," Quickly glancing to the door, it was locked, thankfully, but he still wasn't satisfied with me just yet, letting go of my wrists to snatch my throat; I could still breathe, but my moans were trapped, and it sent my head spiraling. I was so full, his cock not showing any mercy, stretching me out just for his cock to slam back deep, the hits against my sweet spot making me clench up harder each time.

The way I wanted to scream but couldn't was killing me. Legs aching and shaking, cock drunk, and eyes stuck on that sexy face, that being the only thing from holding back another looming orgasm while he rocked my body with thrusts.

"Struggling again?" Noticing how focused I was on him, he let go of my throat to let me speak, not expecting me to say:

"Kiss me?"

Giving me a soft smile, his lips met mine rather softly despite his cock showing no mercy, pulling my hips off the edge more to hammer in faster, our kiss soon broken up by my tongue:

"You. So. G-goo, good-ngh!"

My mouth hung open, out of my mind as he had fucked me till I was stupid, a string of drool falling from the corner of my mouth, convulsing as my vision began blacking out, heart pounding in my head, and the dam that held my orgasm not able to hold up for much longer.

"I know," His lips felt so hot against my neck, holding my hips and bottoming out, his whisper a blessing upon me, "Cum."

"Oh fuck-" Every sense I could take in started rushing into me, my back suddenly snapping into an arch, tears searing in my eyes as I instinctively latched around him, mushing my face in his chest to muffle my salacious scream, "Kakashi!"

"Damn," He was panting softly, grunting as we could hear the squelching around his cock, my thighs suddenly soaked, dripping down to the desk and floor, slowly spreading my legs to see the mess his cock was still working in, slowing down each thrust.

"I...." My temple was coated in sweat, so hard to breathe, and I felt so heavy, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I started to cry, "I've never came so hard before."

Rubbing my back softly helped me ease down, his thumb cleaning my cheeks, "Quite obvious you've never been with someone as good as me."

That was a fact, and I surely wasn't going to make fun of his skill in the future after that; I nodded as I hugged him, "Never."

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neon-rhapsodies · 2 months

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I'm happy with how this week went. I did the things I wanted to do, mostly. Now I hope I can have a good weekend too.

I'm very pissed off because of the issue with my throat. Basically, I have a single, small vocal cord nodule, and it looks like I will have to stop singing altogether and get a voice therapist. I'm so annoyed because I've only been a teacher for about three years, and I already have a voice pathology. It's just ridiculous. I'm definitely doing something wrong with my speech, so I will need get professional help in order to change this. But it's just so frustrating that I have to give up singing because of this issue.

There are videos online saying that you don't, and that it's only temporary, like for 3-6 months. But then, when I went on the singing subreddit and asked people for advice, they immediately said to just stop singing, do vocal rest as much as possible, and get a voice therapist. I tried to agree, saying that I would stop and get a therapist, but I also said that I still needed to use my voice for work and so was looking for advice of how to take care of my voice while waiting for therapy. I was still told that I should do vocal rest at least every two days if I wanted to get better. Like, I'm sorry, what the fuck? Did you even hear what I just said? I use my voice for a living. I can't just give up on my livelihood like nothing. Honestly, people are incredible. Anyway, fuck it. I'll stop singing, like they say. One less thing to worry about. It's just sad that these things happen for no reason and they go and take away from you something that you really cared about. Music is everything to me. Singing was such an important part of my life. And now, after struggling with it for so long, boom! It's gone. Whatever. I'll do something different. Still, music. Just differently.

Anyway, it looks like I will be speaking with a doctor soon. Hopefully I can get a referral straight to a voice therapist without needing to have my vocal cords examined again. I already have a video of the laryngoscopy, it clearly shows a nodule, I don't need another tube up my noise to prove it. So hopefully they will help. But I have no hope when it comes to doctors in this country. I'm just used to expecting the worst, so I'm prepared for the worst case scenario. What I'm not prepared to do is having to shell out lots of money to go private. No fucking way. But then, we'll see. It's all to decide.

There are other health things I need to look into. I think my eyesight is getting worse. I need to get an asthma pump prescribed. I need to get my teeth cleaned. Boring stuff. Ultra boring. But what can I do. Meanwhile, I still need to find ways to have fun by myself. For example, with music. Like, if I can't sing, what can I do? Do I just play guitar? Do I find a band? Do I just go and learn a new instrument, like the drums? Do I keep writing songs, or switch to instrumental tracks? The world is my oyster, but I'd rather stay in my shell. I don't know. I'll just have to decide what I want to do next, try it, decide if I want to continue or just move on to the next thing, and then we'll see. Same with writing. Same with anything, really. I just need to focus on what I want to do at this given moment in time. It's the only thing that matters. It's the only way I can move forward and make things happen.

Right now, I want to look a bit into instrumental music. Then maybe game a bit. I don't know. We'll see. But when I know it, and I want it, I'll do it, and it will be fine.

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joeonmusic · 5 months

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I've not released an album this year!

I always push myself and set very high goals, but if I don't achieve them, the only person who really cares is me, so this year I have been going through a gradual process of realising I can be a bit easier on myself. The image above shows what I have done this year: I've included the Postcards EP, as it's out on 3rd Jan, so all the work was done this year, then there are two EPs by my duo The Missed Trees, a single that came out in January and an EP that I released in August. There's also a photo of Louisa and I playing a gig - we've done fewer of those than I'd hoped we would, but each time we play, we develop and improve, so maybe next year we'll do more and reach new audiences across the country. I'd love to play at a festival.

The start of my "career" of releasing music was very prolific in terms of the amount of material I released. I was basically pumping out more than an album a year, plus EPs and singles. That was almost keeping up with my songwriting (although not quite).

This year, I haven't released any albums at all. Why not? Because it didn't feel like the right thing to do. I needed to be a bit kinder to myself and work in ways that fit with the other demands in my life. Also, there are bands with big followings for whose fans an album is a big event and they all rush to order the vinyl, but I haven't achieved that kind of appeal. I decided to concentrate on releasing less in a more focused way.

I am not a vinyl lover, so I don't understand the mindset of those fans who are very well and, although in a way it would be nice to have physical products to sell, it kind of goes against my desire not to have a negative impact on the planet. Producing loads of extra plastic isn't great, even if some of it is cherished and frequently played, so I struggle with that feeling, too. One day I might prove myself to be a massive hyprocrite and do it anyway, as a few people have said I should do a "best of" considering all the stuff I've released, but at the moment I can't justify it.

For the moment, I want to release EPs of 3-5 songs with each one having a concept behind it, giving a focus to the collection of songs and a reason for them to be together. The Missed Trees released to 3-song EPs; Animals and Resist and my solo Curse of the Mind EP was based around ideas of what can go wrong, such as brain washing, mental illness, hallucinations and things like that. The next EP from the Missed Trees will be called Solitude and feature songs about being alone or cutting yourself off from society. Before that comes my next solo EP, the cover of which is in the image at the top.

5 songs makes it basically about half an album, so it feels fairly substantial in terms of what it can cover. The title; 'Postcards from places I'll never go to' is a bit ridiculous, but it gets across the idea that these are all about places that are a bit weird and out there. I wanted it to be a bit like a travelog, but of the places I explore in my mind when going down internet rabbit-holes. I really hope people enjoy it and get into the weirdness and fun of the stories. There's a bit more rawness in some of the music than on the last one - I actually scream before launching into a guitar solo!

The tracks are:

Skeleton Lake

Meandering Lights

Catfish Rule the Mall

Utopia

Darvaza Stench

I'll go through and talk about each of them and what they're about before release day. For now, please pre-save the EP or follow me on Bandcamp to be notified when it goes live:

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grandpasorchard · 11 months

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(Eric Faulkner, efaulkn2 @ pixabay, free to use)

On the farm, we use tractors to pull disks, plows, mowers, and to uproot stumps. We used to saw wood with them and some pump water from streams to ponds to save thirsty sheep, cows and goats. Three times a year we cut, rack, bale then haul hay from sweet fields full of earthy wild flowers and vanilla scented grasses. The machine is a serious and powerful object. When you have so much power under your fingertips, you can't treat it like a toy. But one of my favorite things to do is to drive it past the fields along the woods on shadowy blue evenings, just me, the comforting rumble, and the wind and a star or two. There are times in my life when obstacles blocked my way, and I thought of that tractor and imagined I'd give some extra fuel and pull my way through the brambles or mucky ground. I had to see my goal and push myself, push and push and even if my boot heels slipped, I got back up and pushed again and ran right over that obstacle. I was tired, hurt, and sometimes needed a good cleaning, but having burst through that mess to see the fruits of my labor was wonderful. It gave me hope that I could achieve a dream or two. Some people enjoy the push, some the pushback, others the rewards, some are just plain bored. People will tell you to play it safe with jobs and your future, but anything not built up on the foundation of love will not last, and they will feel their life has been wasted. And it will be true. On this farm, we let people dream, we encourage them to try their hand at many jobs, from art to cooking, growing to designing, writing to painting to building things. In all we do, we curb our selfishness just to a healthier level, and serve each other, pay each other, honor, or at least respect each other, and we love each other in a good way, respecting boundaries and keeping things decent. We also sometimes get too passionate in words or deeds, but we forgive, while holding each other to account. We don't trust until people prove to us they are worthy of trust. I'm not speaking about the messiness of youth, I'm saying we take our time to figure out if a grown person is trustworthy, because not everyone wants to be trustworthy, but may slyly pretend to be so. People are like animals, some are mean and cruel, while others will risk their life to save a fellow critter. The greatest thing I've had to push through, was bad people hurting me; from family members with bruised minds to cruel fellow students and user bosses and evil politicians from all parties. The second greatest obstacle was my own craving for love, attention, and a strong need to belong. The first requires more fuel, the second requires pulling back on the throttle, building myself up, and learning patience. Grandma is a strong woman, ever ready with a hug. Your Grandpa wants to take you and show you how to shoot, fight smart, and survive. We both want you to be trustworthy grandchild, someone you can respect and trust in too, rocking on the porch with us, eating pie and singing songs, watching the fireflies blend softly into the stars of evening.

#grandpasorchard #grandpacore #farm #life lessons #love #grandma #tractor #tractors #farmall

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cultofstan · 3 years

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My love for Bane!!

Before you read, I want to make it clear that there are some nsfw parts to this posts. If you are under 18, please don't read!

This post will go over various details and reasons why my heart belongs to the big green giant know as Bane from Batman and Robin (1997). Get ready for a long read, because I've got a lot to say.

(If you haven't check out my Bane Wallpapers, go do check them out! They bring me so much joy, I hope they do the same for you ppl too!)

His mask is very cool and unique, because if you look closer you see they used Bane's comic book mask as a base and then just changed the mouth area and added black eye pieces on top of the red piece he normally sees out of. Imo, it is the best movie Bane mask we have ever had! A lot of people hate the multiple tubes coming out of his head, but I think it makes things extra spicy! A constant reminder that your not just dealing with any normal super human, you dealing with a venom infused one that can fight you like it's nothing! The bulging veins that can be seen in certain lighting is a detail I feel deserves more love. It adds to his big and tough demeanor. You can really tell the venom is working wonders on him! The zipper on the top of the head and the fact that his mask is most likely made of tight leather or latex brings thr entire thing together and is truly a marvel to look at! I absolute love it!💚Imagining him slick that smooth, stretchy, husky mask on while the venom starts to pump into his brain and muscles just does things to me. If Bane offered me a chance to wear it, venom or not, I would do it in a heart beat! It would probably reek of sweat, his bad breath, and of old leather, but I wouldn't care. Just the thought of inhale all those smells brings me a joy I can't describe! 😍

When I was a kid, in addition to his lovely mask, his clothing choice was another thing I loved about him. It looks like Bane is just wearing a black cotton tank top with some black sturdy pants, but I've always the headcannon that it's actually very flexible black latex one piece! It makes a lot more sense when you notice his collar, chest harness, wrist bands, crotch diaper, and boots are also make out of a harder leather with spikes and studs! I swear, half of my clothing choices/dreams come from this man! His boots, for the most part, are very frankenstein/gothic inspired with thick sole and it going all the way to his knees. The copper rivets are the only things that make them stand out, imo. I've had thoughts were in order to prove my love to him I have to lick or kiss his boots while he judges. I'd hate it for the most part, because they probably taste like dirty and dust, but I want him to know that I do love him, so I'd do small smooches starting from his toes and work my way up his leg until I'm straight up licking his boots. I'd get so carried away he'd probably make me stop pretty quickly so I don't get sick 😂. His spiked collar and wrist bands are easily the clothing items I want the most! Any time I see someone on the street with spikes in their clothing I immediately think about him. Because he's worn them for so long, they're probably not that tight or rough but still firm enough to not sag. Maybe even a little flaky in certain parts. I don't think I'm comfortable with myself enough to wear a collar in public but I've come so close to buying spiky wrist bands or gauntlets it's crazy I don't actually own a pair yet. One day, I'm sure. His crotch diaper, for lack of a better name for it, is the one thing I'm 50/50 on. Some days I think it really adds to his look, especially with the spikes that go out. Plus, to a certain extent, it makes practical sense because that way heroes cant go from behind his and try to restrain him, or can't throw too many kicks, without getting poked/cut by the spikes. But other days I think it just doesnt look that great, because it ultimatly looks like a big metal diaper, it takes away from his intimidation. Plus, I won't be able to give him proper hugs! (I want to give daddy all the hugs he deserves! 💚) His chest piece is what brings everything together. The little Bane symbol is so cute, I've always looked for a pin or something to buy but no luck. I actually used to have this Bane cape that I won at Six Flags when I was little. I cut the symbol of his face out of it and tried multiple times to attach it to my jean jackets but I suck at sowing. 🥲 The leather straps that hold the chest piece compliment the other leather pieces of his outfit. The metal looking chest piece looks wonderful and adds a layer to his character that I both love and hate. In this movie he's a drone, a mindless agent that is only allowed to follow orders. I'll will discuss this in a bit. But for the record, I hate the fact that Bane is written as big dumb idiot in this movie. It's the one big problem I have with him, which sucks because I literally love everything else about him!

I've probably watch the Bane transformation scene in Batman and Robin, like, a thousand times. No joke. I didn't realize it then, but seeing a short, thin, twink become a tall, hulking, king really hit my desires in the right way. Like, now, I know for sure that's one of my kinks and it makes me so damn happy! Granted, I've never been skinny in my life, but I've always wanted to be a musclar and strong man, so it makes sense why I love this scene so much. It's a literally fantasy of mine brought to life! More specifically, I've always wanted to be a type of strong that allows me to run miles like it's nothing, throw punches that instantly knock someone out, and lift so much weight that I borderline have a superhero body. Don't get me wrong, this is seriously mentally unhealthy because I know it's kind of impossible considering my personality and the actuality of gaining so much muscle, but I believe as long as I realize it's a dream and not beat myself up over it, it's not too bad of a thought to have. Actually, if you think about it, this Bane is kind of a plus size body representation. Sure he's got giant arms that can crush my bones like tooth pics, but he's pretty bulky with a big belly. That might be too much of a stretch to say, and I totally understand if people don't agree with. That being said, I have to say it, this man probably gives the best hugs in all of Gotham! He's so big that you don't even need a jacket in the house! Just let him embrace you and you'll never feel alone or cold again! His thick hands holding you in really tight, his muscles locking you in and warming your arms, while his gut pushes you back a little of your feet, like he wants to swoop you into his arms and carry you! 🥰 He'd be careful with his spikes of course, don't worry. A detail that sends me over the moon about Bane in this movie is his green skin. I can't put my finger on it, but it really adds to the whole transformation and therefore my thirst for him grows even bigger! Especially because it's completely unique to the movie. It looks so good that I wonder why the comics haven't adopted something similar.

I could go for hours about how I think the writers butchered Bane's character in this movie, but I want this post to mainly act as a positive appreciation post/background for head cannons that I might post about him one day. So to end, and give a taste, I'll finally talk about Bane being a drone in this movie. In weird way, because he's played as a mindless servent, it makes this version of Bane one of the easier Bane's for me to fantasies about. This is because in the movie, it's implied Bane only follows Poison Ivy because she was the first person he didn't see as a threat. Plus, I wouldn't be surprised if she used some of her suductive powers on him. (I would too, just saying) So, with that established, I like that he's a mindless drone because it means that, in my head, he's not exactly my "servant" but he will basically do whatever I say. Why? Because I will prove to him I not a threat either, and only want to love him!! He'll have a concuious and his own goals, and I'll follow along and help because I trust him and want to support him, but, for the most part, he will do what I say and love me in return. I could explain this more, but I want to save the juicy parts for the follow up post I have planned for this. 😏

If you've read this far, thank you. From the bottom of my hear. I've never wrote something this personal or long. I hope I can continue to do more of these, if I'm passionate enough.

#bane #batman #Robin #batman and robin #leather #Mask #dc comics #comics #superhero #supervillain #Spikes #Studs #Green #Black #red #i love him #daddy

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lem-20 · 3 years

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Frustrations

Summary: Frustrated that Ethan won't let their relationship develop, will MC find some time alone with Bryce too much of a temptation? Rewrite of Bk 1 Ch 11 Bryce scene.

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/Bryce x MC / Ethan x MC (Cecilia Gibson)

Category/Rating: Smut/Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors notes: I thought I'd try something a bit different for this fic. I had an idea in mind, but I'm not sure if it has come out as I'd hoped 🤣

I have included this weeks @wackydrabbles prompt Hold still

Also inspired by @choicesmonthlychallenge prompt Day 18: Waiting

Characters and some dialogue owned by pixelberry

Cecilia never meant to fall for Ethan Ramsey.

She had always admired his work and had been hugely inspired by him, but a romantic relationship wasn't something that had ever crossed her mind - she hadn't even known what he looked like before her first day at Edenbrook.

When she first met him his condescending behaviour had actually led her to think that he was a bit of an asshole - admittedly she didn't realise it was him at that point, but he definitely hadn't left a good first impression.

It didn't take long for her opinion of him to change though. Working together when Dolores came in and then trying to help Naveen had brought them much closer together than either of them could have imagined. What was blossoming between them certainly wasn't a normal attending/intern relationship.

When they finally kissed in Miami, she'd hoped that it would be the start of something between them. They had got so close to ending up in bed together—something she had been fantasising about for some time—but Ethan had stopped things going any further and she had been feeling frustrated ever since.

A few days after returning from Miami, she had questioned Ethan about what was happening between them.

"Be honest...about us," she said.

"I'm...not sure what you mean," he replied, avoiding her eyes.

"I think you know exactly what I mean."

He turned his back to her and she walked up close behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Please Cecilia, this is hard enough already."

"Then why keep fighting it? We both want this. We both feel this. It almost seems inevitable..."

He turned to her, his eyes filled with longing...and pain.

Reaching up, he gently stroked her cheek. "We're doctors, Cecilia. Fighting the inevitable is our job description."

Without another word he walked past her and out of the lab. She hung her head—her heart sinking—as the sound of his footsteps faded away.

She couldn't deny the hurt she felt. Even though part of her understood his reasoning, she couldn't just pretend there wasn't a connection between them.

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Several nights later Cecilia was at home in her apartment researching Rhodes disease for Mrs Martinez. Her friends had volunteered to help and several hours had passed when her reading was interrupted by snoring. She looked up to see that everyone had fallen asleep, except for Bryce.

"And then there were two," he smiled before looking back down at his research. "Wait a second...Cecilia, come look at this."

"What'd you find?" she asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Wound up on a message board. Looks like a pissed off employee leaked some old R&D memos from Panacea Labs...Check it out. It says a drug used for Huntington's cured some test subjects of Rhodes disease."

"If they've found a cure...why isn't it on the market?"

"This is pretty recent...Human trails can take years before a new drug gets F.D.A approval."

"Bryce, you found the answer!" Overwhelmed with excitement, she threw her arms around him and he hugged her back tightly.

The hug lingered and she feel reluctant to let go of him...

"I dunno about you, but I feel like celebrating," he whispered.

She looked into his eager eyes, knowing exactly how he wanted to celebrate.

If she went along with this she knew she may end up regretting it. Her feelings for Ethan were undeniable and there was definitely more to it than just a sexual attraction. But their interactions over the past few weeks had left her so confused and sexually frustrated that she was seriously considering taking Bryce up on his offer. She didn't know if Ethan would even allow anything to happen between them in the future and she couldn't wait around for him forever.

It wasn't as though Bryce was a random stranger. He was a good guy...kind...sexy. They had already been physical with each other before—after her housewarming party—so she knew he could definitely help release some of her frustrations there and then.

She gave him a smirk as she made her decision.

She grabbed Bryce's hand and led him to the bathroom. They bumped hard into the door as she pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

"Shh, don't wake the others up."

"I'm not the one you're gonna have to worry about," he teased.

He pinned her against the closed bathroom door and kissed her, while she pulled off his shirt.

His strong hands roamed her body, gliding under her clothes, trying to feel every part of her.

"Pent up much?"

"I'm always pent up when I see you," he replied.

She could feel the blush reaching her cheeks.

"Before we go any further, you should know...we have to keep this casual."

She knew this probably didn't need to be said, Bryce was a casual sort of guy, but she didn't need any extra drama in her life right now.

"No strings...fine by me," he grinned, pulling her clothes over her head.

She kissed up his neck and across his smooth jawline as she undid his trousers and pushed them to the ground.

She snapped the band of his underwear with a cheeky smile before sliding her hands beneath the fabric.

"I really don't need to keep those on," he whispered.

She kissed his chest as she slid his underpants down, her fingers brushing against him.

"Agreed..."

The sight of him standing to attention for her was a massive turn on.

She kissed him again as she took hold of him, enjoying the way his breath stopped and started as she pumped his length.

"Who has magic hands now?"

"You're giving me a run for my money," he replied before pulling her bra down and kissing and licking his way across her breasts.

A moan was the only sound she could make as a shiver ran throughout her entire body.

"How 'bout we have some good clean fun," he said pushing her backwards, guiding her toward the shower.

She turned to step in.

"Wait, hold still, "he grabbed her hand to stop her. "Before we get in, I want to get a proper look at you."

He spun her back to face him, before looking her up and down—eyes filled with lust.

"You're gorgeous," he stated while flashing her a grin.

She couldn't help but giggle. "You're quite the charmer Lahela."

Continuing into the shower, Bryce gently pushed her against the shower wall, turning on the tap. Warm water poured down on them as he kissed her, his hands exploring her body.

She returned the favour, running her hands over his slippery muscles.

Bryce reached between her legs and began to move his fingers, slowly but surely. She let out a moan.

"I told you I wasn't the one you had to worry about making noise..."

"I don't think I care anymore..."

She leaned her head against the shower wall and sighed as Bryce's hands worked their magic, circling round her most sensitive part. His lips traced across her collarbone as he dipped a finger inside her.

Her breathing grew heavier as he added another finger.

"Bryce...I need more..."

He gripped her by the back of the thighs and lifted her, pinning her high against the cold tiles.

She sighed with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid himself inside her.

A whisper of guilt flickered across her mind, but it was too late to take it back now, this was happening and she wanted to enjoy it. It felt too good not to.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing any doubts out of her head. Instead concentrating on the sensations, the pleasure.

Bryce moved his lips down her neck, softly sucking and kissing as he went.

For a brief moment her mind took her back to Miami where it was Ethan's lips on her neck, his stubble gently scratching her sensitive skin. She remembered the taste of wine on his tongue as his mouth crashed into hers.

She lifted a hand up and ran it through Bryce's hair, gripping tightly as her pleasure started to build.

He plunged himself deep inside her over and over again and she moved her hand down to his chest, feeling his heart thundering as she neared her climax. Her fingernails clawed into his back as she lost control.

"Yes Eth—, Bryce."

Fuck.

She clung on to him, breathing heavily as he thrust a few more times, until he got his own release.

As she came down from her high she cringed as she recalled the fact she had started calling out Ethan's name while having sex with someone else.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bryce. He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.

"That was amazing," he said.

"Yeah, it was," she replied through her heavy breathing.

Somehow she seemed to have got away with her slip up. Either he was too wrapped up in the moment to notice or he had decided not to mention it. Either way, she was extremely relieved.

He lowered her back down to the ground and they held each other close for a moment before getting dressed.

Bryce looked at the time, it was 2am.

"I'd better head home if I'm going to get any sleep before work tomorrow."

She grabbed his arm.

"You don't have to go, you could sleep here tonight."

He gave her a little smirk. "I think if I stayed here, you would prove to be way too distracting for either of us to get any sleep."

They both laughed.

"Okay, I'll walk you to the door."

They threw their clothes back on before stepping out into the corridor, where they could talk without waking the others.

"Thank you for tonight Bryce. For the help with the research and the...other thing. I really needed that."

He smiled broadly at her.

"Anytime, Gibson. And I mean it. Any time you need a special release, I'm there. Supply closet, on call room, gym, shower, locker room, your place, my place..."

"Yeah, okay Bryce," she chuckled, playfully pushing him away. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Sien—, I mean Cecilia."

She tilted her head quizzically and he winked at her before turning to leave. Her eyes widened suddenly with realisation that she hadn't got away with her slip up after all.

Although she felt her face burn with embarrassment, she couldn't help but giggle to herself as she watched him walk down the corridor, before disappearing out of sight.

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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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Octo boi coming your way (✯ᴗ✯) Took a different portrayal of yandere for Azul here cause I stumbled on a lot of fanart of him when he *coughs* over blots *coughs* and aside from him going crazy, there were some who made it seem like he was in a very painful situation, so I thought why not some sad boi yandere infatuated Azul,right? Hope you like it! The dialogue starter for this also came from @yandere-daydreams (*´ω｀*)

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[Twisted Wonderland Shorts]

Yandere!Azul X Reader/MC (Gender neutral)

Warning: Mentions of physical abuse and non-con relationship.

"Don't touch me!" Pushing back from Azul's embrace, you swatted the hand he'd extended to touch your cheek with great distaste. The look in your eyes boring into his soul.

The silver haired male ceased his movements, although he didn't really move to give you any space. Then again, ever since you broke the terms of your contract and Azul had you be near him as often as possible, you couldn't remember the last time you had any time to be by yourself.

It was suffocating but he didn't seem to take notice of your discomfort, or maybe he did and he just didn't care.

"Oh? What's wrong,little prefect? You have such an ugly look on your face", Azul's lips were stretched upwards yet it was far from a smile. The blandness in his tone giving you an irksome feeling twisting in your stomach.

You attempted to look haughty, to not let him see how small he made you feel, so you jerked your chin up and furrowed your brows,lips pursed.

"Don't call me that,Azul. You know I hate it when you do"

"And why not?" He laughed, tilting his head to the side. "Isn't that what everyone calls you?"

"Deuce and the others are different." You said coldly. "They're my friends and they'd never put me in a situation where I always feel at a disadvantage"

Azul arched his brows then. Something in the glistening of his eyes making you up your guard.

"Oh? I see. " Then he laughed, an almost tyrannical look on his face. "That's interesting, when you say 'They would never put me in a situation where I always feel at a disadvantage', what are you actually refering to? All they do is make you run errands for that crow masked eccentric, errands you never wanted to be involved in the first place"

"That's not the same!" You were almost screaming, your temper simmering on edge. You knew he was just patronising you so he could catch you off guard, but the words that came from his mouth were hard to not listen to.

"You're a manipulator,Azul. My friends aren't."

"You're right" He said, nodding his head, "They're idiots"

You gritted your teeth, irritation prickling your senses.

"So,you agree that you're a manipulator then?"

"Me? Oh, of course not. After all, I never forced anyone into making a contract with me. I'll admit my hand in persuasion but at the end of the day, the choice was theirs" He paused, smiling almost too sweetly at you before he continued with an airy gesture of his hands.

"It was yours too. I never pushed you into signing anything you didn't want to"

"And now I'm your slave." You shot back to which Azul, the ever so sly creature he was, responded with a swift movement of his limbs and caged you in an embrace. Pulling you by your waist and closing the gap between you both.

"Slave? Don't sell yourself too short,my small, unfortunate seashell. You're far above all the rest. I see you more of a lover than a slave," his lips pouted, hands tracing your form as you struggled against him.

"Maybe you'd be happier if you accepted that fact"

"Never!"

His grip on you tightened to a frightening degree and the way his eyes seemed to beam at your helplessness at the moment made you shrink back.

"Let go of me" You demanded, suddenly out of breath, but Azul only smiled in response.

"Hm, what about, no?"

"Azul—"

His hands found your neck faster than the your words found its spite. Constricting the air in your throat as he pushed you up against the wall. His eyes glimmered like something underneath the deep sea waiting to leap out from its depth.

You let out an awkward squawk, hands grabbing at him desperately which earned a laugh from the silver haired male.

"Is that your attempt at fighting back? Come now," He placed more pressure on your neck, his thumb pressing the nub of your throat. "I know you can do better."

"...A-Azu..l" Your fingernails bit into his skin but all he did was watch as your attempt proved to be futile, until your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you began to feel limp in his grasp.

You felt the relief of being released rushing through your blood. As you fell to your knees, taking in air to fight the light-headedness plaguing you, Azul chuckled as he too got on his knees to have you stare at him at the same eye level.

"Like a fish out of water." He cooed,one hand cupping your chin. You wanted to snap at him but your throat felt sore and words weighed heavy on your lips, so you simply averted your gaze from him, jaws clenched.

"Say you love me" He said softly. Too soft it made your ears ring and stomach wrenched. You knew where he was getting at. Ever since you first met him, you admitted that Azul was someone who took your attention the most. He was smart, both in theory and practicality. Someone who took effort in what he did even when it was scheming up a horrible deed, and someone skillful enough to go against a system without having to face consequences.

He had pride in his contracts and he knew the value of people.

One day, you simply told him. You didn't think much of it. Never really crossed your thought that he had been interested in you at all. Especially when you were the reason he had to let go of 200 over students he'd managed to enslave.

Thus you said, "You're a fine one,like a pearl in an ocean. I think that's why I like you"

And, thus, he fell.

Unfortunately,you didn't quite break his fall. Not on time, at least.

"My crafty seashell,would that be so hard to say?" Azul's words so close to you his breath brushed against your skin brought you back to your senses, but when you tried to push away again, he held both your wrists. Clamping on them as hard as before.

"All of this would be very different if you did"

"You know I'd be lying to you and myself if I did that,Azul" You said through gritted teeth. Your body trembled against his and Azul felt your fear of him as if it pumped through his own veins.

His heart seemed to tightened like it was caught and constricted by fishing nets, and he wanted to scream.

He pushed you against the wall again, bringing your wrists up over your head. When your eyes locked with his, you saw something you didn't think him of all people would actually show.

Longing. Then, frustration, and finally, anger.

"If you don't say it, seashell, then I'll make you. I'll string you up with a wire cord and let you bleed out if I have to"

You flinched at his words,eyes closing.

"Azul,stop!"

"Stop? You want me to stop? I can and I will" He shifted his grip, allowing him to lean into you until your foreheads touched. The look in his eyes were wild, a whirlpool of madness.

"So say it won't you? I just need you to say you love me"

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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You added more prompts?! Wow! I'd like prompt 90 with Ronald please. If that's alright? I've never requested him before(if you don't count my request with all the Reapers) so I'm interested how it would turn out?!

I always wanted to write more about Ronald so I’m all up for this.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, killing, blood, violence

Prompt 90: “Babe...! Shit! I’m sorry you had to see this, but please believe me! He deserved it! No,no,no, don’t be scared of me. You know I would never harm you.”

You had to have a bad nightmare. Yeah, that must be it. In reality you were right now laying in your bed and just had a bad dream. You just needed to wake up. That was all. You quickly pinched yourself in your arm, hoping to wake up like this. But you didn’t. The only thing you gained from it was a burning pain from where you had pinched yourself, staring almost hypnotized at the red mark that was slowly starting to rose on your skin. A mark that showed you that this wasn’t a dream. No. This was reality. The harsh and painful reality. Something that you didn’t want to accept. He had lied to you. He had lied all this time to you. You should have known that someone like him couldn’t be a human. He had been too nice, too friendly, too charming. Too good to be true. And you had fallen for that. Who wouldn’t have when a young and handsome man had been wooing someone like he had done with you? Ronald had always been there for you, even after you had suddenly somewhat became lonely. You didn’t know why suddenly all contact you used to have had been died out, but you had at least Ronald with you. Ronald had been always there for you. He had been your shoulder to cry on, had always given you enjoyable times and had always tried his hardest to make you laugh. You had sometimes felt like you didn’t deserve him. You had always thought of him as an angel who had appeared in your life to keep you safe.

But with blood soaking his clothes, hair and spectacles you had to overthink this because right now he looked everything, but angelic. He had killed that guy...He had killed that guy! Why? Why had he killed this man?! What had he ever done wrong?! You could only stand there, watch the scene in front of you displaying. How had you even gotten in this position? Why had you been here in the first place? You knew you had a reason and motivation for why you had decided to go that late that night out. But in that moment your mind was too messed up to think of that reason, being busy with sorting the thoughts that were whirling around in your head. You didn’t know what to do, not wanting to watch this anymore, but also not being able to move. You were rooted on the ground, watching Ronald and the still flowing out blood from the man. Ronald didn’t look like he had noticed you so far, just sighing annoyed and letting one of his hands run through his, now blood covered, blond strands of hair. “You’re honestly just a nuisance. Because of you I have to do more paperwork now. But you know what? I’m fine with that. If it means that you won’t be able to put your plan into action I’m willing to endure the pile of paperwork. Everything to protect my sweet (y/n) from scum like you.”

Your breath hitched slightly in your throat, feeling your heart picking it’s pace overwhelmingly fast up. He had killed for you?! No! You didn’t want this! You had never asked him to go that far for you! He could be sent into prison because of this! But then you remembered what you had just seen. You doubted that the police would be able to overpower him and this...tool of his. How could he look so perfectly fine whilst standing above a corpse which he had killed in the first place? He acted so cheerful. No signs of regret or guilt, giving you the terrifying thought that he might have done it a lot of times before. And he looked indeed like he had done it a lot of times before, making you flinch when he suddenly started whistling. How could he?! How could he be like this?! Your emotions were out of your control, you felt like they were bullets which hit you over and over again, making you somewhat dizzy and leading you to having a harder time to breathe. Everything in front of you started to become blurry, but only when you felt something wet trailing down your skin did you realize that it was due to your own tears. The many emotions inside of you caused your head to hurt and your heart to clench. You were angry, confused, heartbroken and sad, felt betrayed and disappointed at the man you had thought to be able to trust the most from all people. But that had been a lie. He was just like everyone else. But that didn’t mean that the knowledge of it still stung. You didn’t even notice when a guttural sound escaped your lips, not being able to hold it back.

It sounded strange, your whine echoing through the dark night, building a contrast to the silence that was crawling in it, making it stand out even more. And Ronald must have heard it as well because he suddenly tensed up, his whole body being alarmed by the sudden noise before quickly snapping his head around, eyes narrowed in suspicions. But the moment he layed eyes on you they widened in shock and surprise. “Babe...! Shit!” You flinched visibly when he called you by the nickname, one of the many he called you, you had used to always love. But now it didn’t cause the butterflies to erupt in your stomach like it used to always have. Instead it caused a sickening tingling somewhere deep down in your core, giving you the feeling of being able to throw up at any minute. The fact that you got a, oh so nice, look on the dead body didn’t make it better, watching all the blood still flowing out of his already dead body and noticing how his eyes had so far rolled back in his eyes that you only saw the white in his eyes. You had never taken Ronald for someone messy, but in this case it looked like he had lost himself a bit. You desperately tried to tear your gaze away from the corpse, but for some reason it stayed frozen on it, not being able to look away. You started trembling, suddenly feeling very cold. But not because of the chilly night air.

“I’m sorry you had to see this, but please believe me! He deserved it!” You didn’t even fully registered his panicked words nor did you register when he quickly stepped towards you. The only thing your brain was able to focus on was the dead man, your thoughts seemingly drowning in the dark red liquid surrounding his body. Your mind repeating the same sentence over and over again, seemingly the only thing you were able to think of right now. “Ronald killed him! Ronald killed him! Ronald killed him! Ronald killed him! Ronald kil-“ You were thrown out of your loop of anxious and shocked thoughts as well as your paralyzed state when you felt Ronald laying one of his hands on your shoulder. And your body responded the only way it would respond in every situation when a killer would touch you. Instantly jerking back and getting into a run-or-fight state. Every muscle in your body was strained, ready to be used to it’s full potential. You felt adrenaline starting to get pumped through your system, giving you a sudden boost of energy. But it also caused a boost in your emotions, letting you feel the fear inside of you even greater. You bit your bottom lip to prevent it from wobbling, but the way you always took a step back when he stepped forwards or just the look with was almost screaming I’m scared” told him only too clearly how you felt. And you instantly noticed the frown on his face upon seeing you being afraid of him.

“No,no,no, don’t be scared of me. You know I would never harm you.” There was a switch in his tone. Before it had been panicked and shocked. But now it had changed. It sounded almost like he was cooing at you, his voice sounding so sweet and charming that it made you feel even more ill than you felt already. It was the same tone he had always used when you had cried over something and he had tried to comfort you. And this tone had normally always been something that had made you fell better, but now it had the complete opposite effect. The scene of him looking all too much like his usual happy self appearing in your head when he had talked to the dead. He was two-faced. Who could tell if he wouldn’t kill you at any moment too? Ronald seemed to read your thoughts from your facial expression, trying his hardest to keep his composure. “(y/n), do you seriously think I would ever hurt you? Haven’t I proved my love to you countless times?” He sounded somewhat disappointed and hurt, making you stop in your tracks and look at him. His friend visibly deepened, twisting in a somewhat painful mask. And to your huge surprise you felt guilt sparking up inside of you, his actions pulling on your heart strings like he had intended too. He wasn’t completely wrong. For as long as you could remember Ronald had only been sweet and doting to you, always helping you with whatever you had needed. You really didn’t want to believe that he would hurt, or even worse, kill you.

But that didn’t help erasing that you had just seen him killing someone in a way no human could, raising two questions inside of you. Why had he killed that man? And what was he? You were still shaking like a leaf, but now you stood frozen on your place, not moving an inch. Not even as Ronald took slow and more cautious steps towards you, not wanting to risk you losing it and sprinting away from him. This situation had been already complicated enough as it was from the moment you had seen everything with your eyes. And if you should run away it would get even more difficult. And in all honesty, he would prefer it if he could have it the more easy way. Ronald wasn’t a person who liked making things more harder to deal with than they could be. So he silently hoped with every step he took closer to you that you wouldn’t have a change of mind in the last second. He only allowed himself to be a bit more relaxed when he stood right in front of you, placing both of his hands on your shoulder and letting a small sigh of relief out. You hadn’t done everything. That meant he hadn’t have to terrify you even more of him than he had already done.

You still didn’t have enough courage to look him into his face, letting your head hang low in an attempt to avoid his eyes. His face was still smeared with blood and having him so close to you caused the smell of blood to invade your sense of sense, making everything spin in your head for a few moments. That was until Ronald moved one of his hands under your chin and forced you to look up, right into his face. Your eyes instantly started darting around, refusing to see the sticky liquid splattered on his face and soaking his hair. That was until you heard him saying in a charming, yet also somewhat strict voice:”Look at me.” And you listened, the sweet tone he was using drawing you in, like it had always done. You knew that face he was giving you too well. The face filled with adoration for you, ready to charm you in whatever way possible to make you just as infatuated with him as he was with you. Back then you had found that cute, but now you realized how dangerous this was. The way he was able to make someone fall so hardly for him was a problem. The way he was gazing over you and causing a mix made of fear, but also warmth bubble up inside of you was dangerous. He was dangerous for you because he had the ability to make you addicted to him. And you knew if you wouldn’t do something now the already tight grip he had on you would only keep getting stronger until you wouldn’t be able to escape. But how could you run away from someone without leaving a part of yourself behind?

So against your own will, or at least part of your own will, you could slightly feel yourself relax after a minute or two in his grip. This made Ronald smile slightly, starting to feel better due to seeing that he still held some power over you. “I have a lot to explain to you, don’t I? Let’s just leave this place before someone sees us. I promise I’ll tell you everything once we get home. Alright?” You didn’t know whether to feel disgusted or not when hearing his gentle voice, luring you to him like he had done all the many times before. And just like in the past it worked this time as well. “O-okay.”

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 6 "Seven Minutes in Hell" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Everyone would immediately assume the killer is me.

Are you one of those idiot savants who's heavy on the idiot, light on the savant?

I am simply a victim of my times.

Are you aware your pants are on backwards?

Then whose fault is it?

I am never talking about anything ever again!

Yeah, super sorry about what happened down there.

Why are you laughing?

What about that fit you threw down there?

You're not mad at me?

Oh, I meant everything I said about you.

I still think you're useless. I'm just not sad about it.

You never, ever want to be the boss in a time of extreme crisis.

As soon as you become the boss, you get a target on your back, from the feds, the other families, ambitious underlings.

Sure, seems like you have all the power, but you also take on the most risk.

Oh, don't judge me for trying to stay alive.

Do not give an inch.

What's your game here?

I trust you about as far as I can throw you.

I know we don't know who the killer is, but we know it traces back to this house.

There are two things that always happen at a slumber party; someone experiments with lesbianism and secrets are revealed.

We can create situations and scenarios to really prime the pump.

We'll lock everybody up overnight, and we're bound to find out something.

A slumber party sounds fun.

Let's play spin the bottle.

Someone always goes lesbian.

We're playing spin the damn bottle.

Why spin the bottle?

That is not a nasty rumor. That is a true rumor.

So I propose a panty raid.

You taste like wax.

I guess we have to kiss.

You're a great kisser.

Was I interrupting you?

I was just practicing looking disinterested.

I'm pretty sure I was born without that part of the brain that actually feels stuff.

We have so much in common.

I'm starting to think we have something very important and specific in common.

My sex life up until this point is what you'd call unusual.

I think the only way to be sure of your feelings is if you let me gently rub your uterus right now.

When I love someone, it drives them insane.

Believe me when I say that if it was possible for me to feel anything I would totally be crying right now.

That doesn't seem healthy.

All the doors are locked solid. Windows, too. Upstairs and down.

I decided to have the whole house turned into a panic room.

But wait, doesn't that mean that there's some sort of switch somewhere to deactivate it?

I hate being trapped in small places.

There's only one reason why the killer would do something like this-- to pick us off one by one.

Guess it's just a matter of time before one of us or all of us ends up dead.

You have to help us.

Look, I'm prepared to say I'm sorry I did that.

What I'm not prepared to do is say the sex was bad.

Yeah. I'm not gonna apologize for that one.

I'm about to get murdered, so can you please just hang up and get over here?

How on earth are we supposed to get in if all the doors and windows are locked?

Dude, we climb up the ladder, break the windows upstairs, save all the girls, climb back down, then it's vagina city for all of us.

Why would you bomb-proof upstairs windows? For what, like, a flying bomb?

Don't be an idiot.

It's hero time.

Save me and I'm yours forever.

I'm not really sure I'm ready for that level of commitment.

Break the glass!

Stand back, fair maiden.

Give him the dignity of watching him die.

Someone in this house definitely knows who the killer is.

It's truth or dare time.

Whatever it takes to stop the douche that's trying to kill everybody.

I mean, do you ever just stop and ask yourself if we can actually pull this off?

Maybe we all just need to get out of here.

The best way to avoid a shark attack is to not go in the water.

We all have a crisis of faith sometimes.

Maybe you're hiding something.

I'd pick truth and then just lie.

If you want to lie, you can just pick dare.

That's the whole point of truth or dare. You can't lie.

Does your vagina have teeth?

I'm not lying.

My vagina doesn't have teeth.

Does your vagina still have teeth?

So it used to have teeth, but you got them removed?

So your vagina still has teeth.

Sounds like you're trapped in a web of lies.

You're forfeiting your turn, bitch.

Okay, I guess it's my turn, then.

You promised you wouldn't tell.

Sorry. I had to tell the truth.

Of course you're the killer.

I propose we take a little break, You know, take a whiz, get a refill.

You know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever trusted you.

I wanted to talk about the other thing you said, about how you thought you had feelings for me.

The only feelings I have for you now are rage and pissed offedness.

Now go sit in that bathtub and think about what you've done. And try not to rub one out, okay?

Come on! I said I was sorry!

If anybody's down here, please don't jump out at me.

Is that blood?

Wait. If you're gonna kill me, at least show me who you are first.

I knew it. I knew it was you.

Please. You don't have to do this. I could help you.

There's never any food in there. Just laxatives.

I got the impression that you and I are on the verge of being the next "it" couple.

See, this is the problem with texting, you know? You can't hear the context.

Even though I decided to not wear a bra, you haven't been staring at my shirt raisins once.

Okay, look, I was waiting to talk to you about this 'cause secretly I was hoping you'd be killed and I wouldn't have to hurt your feelings.

I just don't think it would work out with us.

You're nuts, and not like a typical crazy-eyes co-ed, but wake-up-with-my penis-in-a-jar lunatic.

I love space mountain. Best ride at Disneyland. But I love my penis more.

Number one-- I never take second place. And number two-- I don't stop till I get what I want.

Was that salad spinner hitting on you?

I am super turned on from her, and I need some sweet release.

Is there any, like, Crisco or cooking oil here? Just, like, dry handies bum me out.

I propose we treat ourselves to a little heaven. Seven minutes in heaven.

Whatever your plan was, it isn't working.

Would you like to pat the little man in the canoe?

I want to take our relationship to the next level.

I want us to be together, but I want it to mean something.

I love boning girls all over this great land. But really, at the end of the day, I just kind of want to bone one girl. Like, that one special girl.

I just didn't think that girl was you. Because, obviously, there's so much wrong with you.

Will you get back together with me?

I would consider taking you back under one condition.

You have to pinky-pledge that you will be monogamous to me.

You will not have sex with anyone else. Do you understand me?

Dude, she looks like prepackaged meat from the supermarket.

Oh, god, has someone checked on the kids?

Pretty convenient that you're the one who found the body.

You're the darkest bitch of them all.

Those are some serious accusations, and they make no sense.

I would be opening myself up to a lot of trouble if I were to turn you in to the authorities.

It doesn't do any of us any good to start accusing each other with no evidence.

I suggest that we just have someone stand guard and watch me for the rest of the night, or until someone else dies, therefore proving that I am not the killer.

This feels so good.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out!

Interesting. That's all I'm gonna say. Interesting.

There is a trapdoor with, like, a tunnel system.

But wait, there are secret tunnels in this house perfect for a killer to use, and you neglected to tell us?

That's a little suspicious.

We are losing sight of the big picture here.

I'm not going down there. I do not dig on cobwebs, and I'm guessing there are loads of cobwebs down there.

If you get murdered in those tunnels, I promise I will never bang anyone harder than I banged you.

You're so rich and hot.

These are the nicest secret tunnels I've ever seen.

Wow. What amazing legacies they all have. What do you think ours will be?

If we can get through this year without everyone getting killed, I think we'll go down as the greatest of them all.

You came back for me.

Purely selfish.

You are probably the worst cop ever.

Wait, where are we going?

I won't go!

In three seconds, I'm gonna pick you up and carry you out of here.

I just kind of came over here because I farted over there and it smelled bad.

Wait, you're a lesbian?

Basically, I'm in love with love.

The next time I feel love for someone, I'm going to tell them. Right away. Just in case they're murdered before I can.

I just feel like I'm never gonna find a guy who likes me.

I'm a freak.

Nobody actually likes me.

You are totally gonna find another guy.

They're custom-made pink nunchaku.

Thank you for making that announcement that no one cared about.

No slumber party is finished without a kickass dance party.

This is so wonderfully random.

What a great way to pretend all these people we know weren't brutally murdered.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes #scream queens

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fatehbaz · 4 years

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I came across your post about the Sahel drought and it was really enlightening. Thank you for sharing! I would really like to know more about the colonial history behind it, do you know of any good books on the topic? I'll do my own research into the topic but I'm not really familiar with the region, so I'd really appreciate any recommendations you may have. I'll also look into articles but as those are less of a time sink, I figure I don't need to ask around about them. Thanks! :)

Thank you for your graciousness, the question, and the support. Though, I’m not a good person to ask. (Assuming we’re talking about this post where I claim that local-scale environmental degradation can have dramatic effects on global environmental trends in a short period of time, as in the case of colonial monoculture, deforestation, ungulate herd death, and precipitation in the Sahel, and its wider effects on Caribbean hurricanes, the mid-Atlantic, and global climate?) There is a whole genre of scholarly work about how NGOs, the W0rld B@nk, and I/M/F manipulate contemporary “peripheral places”, especially in Africa (following independence of the 1960s), and how these institutions carry out the work of dispossession, colonization, empire, extraction, etc. But I’m not too familiar with specific authors, scholars, books, etc. And a big disclaimer: I don’t like talking about more-technical environmental history outside of North American environments (or some parts of South America or Pacific Ocean littoral), because I don’t know much, so I don’t want to step too far out of my lane, and I’m only recommending some stuff because (1) of my interest in Holocene animal/plant distribution and extinction (including savanna/woodland/forest dieback and large mammals), and because (2) I’ve had mentors/acquaintances whomst worked with forests/horticulture in West Africa and the Sahel, and they’ve corroborated what the articles (listed below) suggest. In the past decade or two, since the advent of disk horse about “decolonization” and “multispecies justice,” it seems to me that academia is relatively more willing to explicitly identify extractivism/empire as a/the leading force in ecological degradation in a case like the Sahel. But still, to me, it also seems difficult to find scholarly/academic work about colonial and “post-independence” (read: neocolonial) environments in the Sahelian environment specifically because even when an author/academic is “liberal” or vaguely socialist-y or whatever, they still hesitate to fairly identify the colonial/imperial institutions which implemented the catastrophic environmental changes, and they also still frame events and narratives using terms like “underdevelopment” and “carbon sequestration” and “how can West Africans best exploit their environment for success/growth” (in other words, the writers are still focused on supporting extraction/development and “integrating” or “advancing” Africa by Euro-American standards, and are still engaging in a chauvinist or white-savior idea that the outsider/Euro-American “guidance” and “assistance” will “instruct” local communities how to “recover” from the era of more-overt colonization).

Just my opinion, though, from limited exposure. I am horrible with political theory. Anyway, here are some things that might be interesting?

Colonial/imperial/Euro-American role in drought, devegetation, soil death, and ungulate herd loss in the Sahel.

-- The Politics of Natural Disasters: The Case of the Sahel Drought. Edited by M.H. Glantz. 1976.

-- Melissa Leach and James Fairhead. Misreading the African Landscape: Society and Ecology in a Forest-Savanna Mosaic (1996) and Reframing Deforestation: Global Analysis and Local Realities: Studies in West Africa (1998).

-- The Lie of the Land: Challenging Received Wisdom on the African Environment. Edited by Melissa Leach and Robin Mearns. 1996.

-- Tor Benjaminsen and Pierre Hiernaux. “From Dessication to Global Climate Change: A History of the Desertification Narrative in the West African Sahel, 1900-2018.” Global Envionment Vol. 12 No. 4. 2019.

-- Kent Glenzer. “La Secheresse: The Social and Institutional Construction of a Development Problem in the Malian (Soudanese) Sahel, 1900-82.” Canadian Journal of African Studies. October 2013.

-- Hannah Holleman. Dust Bowls of Empire: Imperialism, Environmental Politics, and the Injustice of “Green” Capitalism. 2018.

-- David Anderson. “Depression, Dust Bowl, Demography, and Drought: The Colonial State and Soil Conservation in East Africa during the 1930s.” African Affairs. 1984.

Feedback loops of forest/woodland loss; and self-reinforcing forest dieback in the Sahel:

-- Patrick Gonzalez, Compton Tucker, and Hamady Sy. “A Climate Change Threshold for Forest Dieback in the African Sahel.” November 2006.

-- Fred Pearce. “Rivers in the Sky: How Deforestation is Affecting Global Water Cycles.” July 2018.

-- Peter Bunyard. “How the Biotic Pump Links the Hydrological Cycle and the Rainforest to Climate: Is it Real? How Can We Prove It?” Universidad Sergio Arboleda - Instituto de Estudios y Servicios Ambientales.

Sahel environment/climate affecting mid-Atlantic hurricanes and the Caribbean:

-- Mengqiu Wang et al. “The great Atlantic Sargassum belt.” Science. July 2019.

-- P.J. Lamb. “Large-scale tropical Atlantic surface circulation patterns associated with Subsaharan weather anomalies.” Tellus. 1978.

-- J.M. Prospero and P.J. Lamb. “African droughts and dust transport to the Caribbean: Climate change implications.” Science. 2003.

-- E.A. Shinn et al. “African dust and the demise of Caribbean coral reefs.” Geophysical Research Letters. 2000.

General cultural ecology and environmental history of the Sahel:

-- National Research Council. 1983. Environmental Change in the West African Sahel. Washington, DC: The National Academies Press.

-- National Research Council. 1983. Agroforestry in the West African Sahel. Washington, DC: The National Academies Press.

-- Jeffrey A. Gritzner. The West African Sahel - Human Agency and Environmental Change. 1989.

Another source that kinda incorporates many of these allegedly “disparate” aspects (colonization, climate, neocolonial lending institutions, devegetation, ungulate herd ecology, etc.):

A.R.E. Sinclair and J.M. Fryxell. “The Sahel of Africa: ecology of a disaster.” Canadian Journal of Zoology. May 1985.

Abstract: The Sahel is a fragile semiarid region extending through 10 countries south of the Sahara. Wild ungulate populations migrate to make use of nutritious but very seasonal food supplies. In doing this, they maintain a higher population size than they could as sedentary populations. Similarly, migratory pastoralists have traditionally lived with their cattle in balance with the vegetation. This balance was disrupted in the 1950's and 1960's by (i) the settlement of pastoralists around wells, and (ii) the expansion of agriculture north into the pastoralists' grazing lands. Land was lost both from overgrazing and from planting with cash crops coincident with increasing human and cattle populations. This has resulted in continuous famine in various parts of the Sahel since 1968. In addition, widespread soil denudation may be causing climatic changes towards aridity. [...] [Note that the 1950s/1960s settlement change coincides with “independence”.]

Some other stuff:

How devegetation in a seasonal woodland or subtropical/tropical forested area promotes self-reinforcing feedback loop of dieback (from Pearce, “Rivers in the Sky” 2018):

In another post I made about local Sahelian drought’s effects on global climate in far-away places:

The annoying graphic I made in that original post which illustrates the effect of this in the Sahel:

Which might promote hurricanes in the tropical mid-Atlantic:

And which might also promote things like “the largest seaweed bloom ever recorded”:

These noreasterlies, flowing over the Sahel, after traveling the tropical mid-Atlantic, also affect Amazonia:

“Forest species changes” and biodiversity loss in the Sahel, 1960 (independence era) to 2000. Graphic from Patrick Gonzalez, “A Climate Change Threshold ...” 2006:

Anyway, again, I’m not a good person to ask about this stuff. I hope some of these articles might be a good starting point to learn more, though.

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silver-dipstick · 4 years

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Hey don't know if you're still active but I'd like to request just some dumbass acting reader, like just getting into danger and not seeming that stressed maybe cause someone saves them or that they just know what they're doing

Sure thing- not had very much time to write but always happy for a request. (Hope you’re British btw because I’ve set this in London but it’s not to important to the story just a nod here and there.) @freerebel

Today was a totally normal, completely average, definitely not insane day. Let’s do a checklist: woke up, had breakfast (last night’s take away), gotten into a super cute outfit (if I do say so myself, and walked to the Underground. Pretty inane so far, wouldn’t you agree? Then I hopped on the tram, didn’t find a seat, but what did you expect in rush hour. Mind you it’s always rush hour in London, even on Saturday. Especially on Saturday. So back to the point- hopped of the tram at Trafalgar Square, and dashed through the swathes of people to get there on time. Where’s there? There is the PQA X ‘action’ auditions studio. I say ‘action’ because this audition was for something big, like NDA big. Who my agent did the naughty with to get me a place here was beyond me, but I’m not one to complain when fate hits me in the face with one great big whopping opportunity to make it big. While I have been in various pieces from theatre to adverts- I wanted to be on the big screen.

As I pushed into the building where the studio was supposed housed was where things went a little bit pear shaped- but not completely weird. A small reception with only two people waiting, who promptly moved on. “Here for the auditions are you dear?”, as I started nodding, not trusting myself to speak quite yet in the stylish and probably very expensive lobby, I walked forward, hopefully looking braver than I felt then, she continued, “So, what’s your name, dear?”. I quickly replied that my name was y/n, and after a moment of scanning a sheet filled with sticky labels she peeled on off and ushered me into the adjoined room to wait.

The next room, while quieter than the reception, with it’s buzzing and noises that filtered in from the high street just outside, was also louder. People didn’t speak, but there was a palpable atmosphere of fear and excitement. And everyone was reading. Reading a script. The same script. A script that I didn’t have... Welp, there goes all of your chances at anything. Big mysterious auditions with a big film company for an action film and for some reason, be it lost emails, miscommunication or otherwise, I didn’t have the audition script. In fact, I was readying to walk out the door and leave to save myself from embarrassment when the door at the end of the corridor opened and a suave man with a clipboard called my name. Damn, curse just getting here on time for my slot, I guess. Or that’s what I thought at the time.

So, nothing about my day is too crazy yet. A bit hectic, yes. Dysfunctional, yes. But crazy? No. I certainly thought I was going insane at this point though when, after walking into the centre of the room, opposite a panel of five people (who all looked to be both bored out of their minds), the guy sat right in the very middle called out, “y/n is it? Wow, I’m quite impressed first person to walk in without a script. You know what at this point you may as well just go on through.” As I turned to leave, stalking off with my head held high- I could try salvage your pride at least- I was an actor after all, he called back out again, “wrong door, mate”. A little confused, I thanked him and turned to the other door, then down the corridor and to the marked exit door. It must be so that people couldn’t tell others what happened. With a gantle push the door creaked open and I was free again, into the streets of London, looking the same but also strangely unfamiliar. But at least with that out of the way I could enjoy my Saturday, I didn’t need to worry or be on edge waiting for that phone call of whether I’d got the job of a life time or not. It was actually quite relieving.

And this is where my day got hectic. I hadn’t even noticed the two guys coming up behind me before I was roughly shoved into the alleyway that I’d just come up to. Not many dead-end alleys that were this dark or grim in London, just my luck. I could almost feel the adrenaline pumping as I went to scream, but was met with a gloved hand wrapped around my mouth. Before the panic really set in and I lashed out I remember one really distinct thought- wow these guys went all out on the ‘bad guy mugger’ look, didn’t they, bit cliché with the dragging into an alley too? But, as I said, the panic set in and in a flash I had kicked the man in holding me in the balls, and the guy who was leering behind him received a sharp punch to the jaw. Oddly enough they both really looked to feel it, I hadn’t thought I was that good of a fighter, but I guess you never know until you try. Not that I was going to push my luck though. I swiped up my small shoulder bag (which was unfortunately sullied by god knows what on the grimey floor) while shouting out for help. While my first priority was to get the hell out of there- I also wanted to make those fuckers pay, that bag was cute, god damn it! As I moved to sprint out of the alley and back onto the street where I was safer, one of the guys, who were both getting up, yanked on my ankle. Hard. Hard, hard. I slipped down, twisting my ankle and hitting my jaw hard on the floor. While this did attract a few bystanders who looked to be very concerned and raced over, it also hurt- a lot. It was great to have someone finally notice, by I’m also not a damsel in distress. Kicking out by foot and flipping over, I finally got a good look at my attackers faces, and both looked shocked and concerned. Oh what, now they can have morals? Although I probably looked angry and pretty concerned too. Sweat was probably already sticking to my face, mating my hair to my head, blood on my jaw and a hard set scowl. It could have been a scene in an action movie if anyone were recording, heh. May as well act like it- definitely proves you’re good at your job if you can ignore your agonising and rapidly swelling ankle to deliver a witty one liner, “Well I would have thought that it’d take longer to get two men on their knees for me.” With a quick wink at the men who gave each other a strange look, I pushed back up swiftly. Probably curtesy of the adrenaline still very pleasant. Could feel my blood pumping but not the pain from the graze to my jaw or throbbing ankle.

And then the bystanders arrived and I really couldn’t be more confused. Two well dressed people, who guy and one woman were smiling and congratulating me. Robert Downey Jn came up impressed and a little concerned. Three medics went to work opening up first aid kits and talking between the about my injuries. But what confused me even more was when the two muggers came up and clapped me on the back and apologised for yanking so hard. They asked if I was ok and I numbly nodded at them and they jogged off to a...makeup artist? Wait what? I then snapped my head back round to see an older guy in flannel with white hair. Stan Lee?!? “Congrats kid, best audition yet, no script, no nerves and the best real life acting I’ve seen in years. So guess what kid? You’re an avenger now.”

And as they say, the rest was history. Craziest day of my life so far at least. The entire street was a scene and I’d passed the audition with flying colours. Apparently my bravado at improvised acting and complete nonchalant attitude was a major plus and that I was gonna go far. I was quickly patched up and sent home (after signing stacks of paperwork in a daze). I’d be hearing from them soon. My agent had rung me screaming that I’d done it! I’d done it! I was a Marvel actor now! And me? I just couldn’t believe it.

So yeah, totally normal, completely average day. Wonder what tomorrow will be like

Wow ok that was longer than I anticipated. Hope you enjoyed it anyhow (even though I took a few liberties from the original request).

Silver Dipstick

#writing #request #acting #freeform

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