#fuzzy's chattin'

[lesbianoms]

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(Thought I might start the ask with the emojis, rather than just endin' it, make it easier recognize, sug')

Holdin' ye in strong strong arms, soft with a bit of fat, adorned with some gradient tan and a whole lotta freckles, both gifts from the sunshine, after she's held ye a while, prolly strokin' yer hair, maybe feedin' ye some, 'n quietly chattin', once ye're nice 'n relaxed 'n cozy, her squishy middle softly rumblin' every so often, I reckon she'd lean down, nice 'n slow, lightly kissin' yer forehead before she'd sit back upright, lickin' the taste from her lips. . .

Her lips, soft 'n so often wearin' a warm grin or a knowin' smirk, as indeed they wear now, begin to part, nice 'n slow, showin' them pearly whites (maybe her canines'e a lil' long, y'know, as a treat~), before her jaws too begin to drift open, nice 'n wide fer ye, her breath a warm breeze, gently glidin' past yer face. Liftin' ye in the way that only arms that've: developed (A): the strength to pick up 'n carry livestock or work for hours at a time, 'n (B): the gentle touch to hold a quail's egg while it hatches before tending to the hatchling, truly can, she'd raise ye up, up, up towards that open smile, perhaps usin' a finger to gently lift yer chin so ye might look up at her, as ye'd tenderly rise 'tween them pearly whites, through the smilin' lips 'n 'tween them warm, freckled cheeks, her tongue subtly extended a bit to welcome this pretty lil' lady inside~

Not unlike her outside, i reckon her throat, warm 'n rose-coloured, 'd be lined with thick 'n powerful muscles, softened over by a thin, squishy layer, the walls of her esophagus coaxin' ye along, bit by bit. There'd be no doubt, her throat's more than strong 'nough to suck yer whole self 'n more nonchalantly down her steamy craw in an instant, but. . . no. . . mo instead I think she'd go nice 'n slow, her slick, muscular gullet gratefully kneadin' at ye, gingerly massagin' ye along into her, inch by delicious inch as she savours ye.

In addition to the beckonin' gurgles 'n burbles o' the belly below, 'n the warm, tender kneadin' o' her gullet, i reckon ye'd hear, 'n moreso feel, the deep, thrummin' vibrations as, despite her partially full mouth, she lets slip a pleased ". . . mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn~. . ." at the mouthwaterin' flavor, her hand likely driftin' towards her throat to trace yer descent, or her plump gut, to rub in contented anticipation.

I reckon if her overalls hugged her plump curves rather snugly, she'd be liable to undo the straps, lettin' the top flap down some to give her treat some more room on yer journey. But if they had a tad more give to 'em, as I'd reckon she'd be inclined to wear by now in anticipation, well I reckon she'd leave 'em as is, let 'em hug her distendin' belly as well as they do her broad, broodin' hips~

More and more of ye'd glid between her smilin' lips, down her gullet, towards the peckish, bubblin' belly below. Many years of good livin''d've given her some stretchmarks on the outside, and inside things'd be similarly stretched, like elastic that don't quite snap all the way back no more. It'd be soft, cushy, 'n warm, a bit squish-and-stretchy, too, almost like if a comfy ol' blanket were flabby instead o' fuzzy. Cozy, 'n the stomach-linin'd occasionally flex or shift, tummy muscles strokin' yer body tenderly in rhythmic, lazily glidin' waves~. . .

. . . As the tail end of yer shape slid down her plump neck in the snallest bulge, her fingers tracin' down with it, i expect she'd lick and/or smack her lips, gettin' them dregs of yer taste with a pleased "Aaaaahhhh~. . .", lightly pattin' her swollen, chubby gut with satisfaction. Ye'd feel the muscular, cushy organ bobble a tad as she does, hear the faint Glnks from down deep. . . the slow, risin' sounds 'n vibrations from low, muffled places in her guts. The stomach'd quiver as the rumble o' activity slowly tumbled it's way up, burblin' 'n gurglin' 'round ye, with her hardly noticin' the faint bulgin' within her belly, too engrossed in feelin' yer movements, before at last the commotion bubbles up her throat and:

"buoOOOOOOOUUUUUURRrrrp!!!"

"Aaaaaaaah~. . . 'scuse me, there, sugarplum~" She'd sit back, maybe put her feet up, her hands wanderin' down to her round, swollen middle, fingertips gliding across its surface, thumbs rubbing lil' circles. Even partially reclined, her large hips and thighs'd create a fine cushion for her to rest her tubby tummy upon, as her drifting arms'd make their way towards the bottom, that she might lift her stomach, and therefore her food, up, gently cradlin' it to her body, holdin' ye in her paunch as much as her arms, rubbin' yer back(/kneadin' her gut) gently, softly thankin' ye for that, checkin' that ye're comfy in there, thankin' and praisin' ye you taste so good, lil' missy, coaxin' ye to settle in and get yerself all nice 'n cozy in there, Mama's bURp gotcha, sweetie, just relax and let this big ol' belly get to work~, remindin' ye to let her know if there's anything ye want or need as she sits back 'n tends to her tummy. . .

. . . should ye nod off, i think she'd chuckle, pattin' her tummy and wishin' ye sleep good, babygirl~, before, carefully so as not to jostle or disturb her gurgly, burbly belly, waddlin' off, to continue any other work she'd need to get done that day, maybe shooting the breeze with friends or acquaintances that pass by, all as casually as if she didn't have a pretty lil' lady in her doughy stomach, save for some occasional, subconscious strokin' of the bubbly swell of it~

(but, y'know, 's just a thought)

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Ohhh G-Goddddddd…. Oh GOOODDDD YES…. 💖💖

OP, you truly know how to get this preygirl going…. hhhhhhhhnnnnnn the way you describe her stomach sounds like absolute paradise is waiting for me down there <33

Currently snuggled up and cozied in bed, wishing that the warm sheets currently wrapped around my squirming form were the delightfully slimy and churning walls of her…

Ohhhh what I wouldn’t give to be ingested by my tall, southern sweetheart <33 I’d just love to slosh around in her juices right about now

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I can see the glorious buildup, of me resting my head against her pudgy tummy like always, feeling my heart race and flutter as she picks me up, realizing that she’s bout to “formally introduce” me to that soft, pudgy gut of hers that I’ve always wanted to get better acquainted with…. and the woman herself, that kind southern soul, who I would loooove to get to know more… intimately~

Feeling the heat of her breath on me as she parts her lips to make me her lunch, I’m sure that I’d be a squirmy snack all the way down. Or maybe I’d be quiet, peaceful… that grumbly pillow having lulled me into a sense of security, so dazed and blissed out as I enter her~ knowing that she’ll take goooood care of me in there mmjynhnhnh

Each hug from her powerful esophagus would see me mewling like a newborn calf. I’d be in absolute heaven as she gulped me down into that gut~ oooooooh~ and finally arriving, that belly was made for me, made to fit my shape… to keep me all tight and snug~

I think a big part what makes this scenario so good is the nurturing, caring nature of Tall Southern Mombod Pred, and how her huge gut reflects that. Your descriptions of how flabby and stretchy it would be inside her stomach, it makes me yearn to be her prey~ the outside, the inside, the whole stuffed organ… whatever part it is you’re talking about, the cushy warmth of my lady’s stomach is so uuuuuGGHn <3

The part about the overalls gets me especially excited… wonder if you could see me moving around under all that denim ❤️ I’d love to stretch her belly against her clothes and get her breathing hot and heavy, before she unbuttons and I come spilling out into her lap, gently and restlessly moving as she cradles me, cooes to me…

I can just imagine her carrying me around for a while, going about her day, talking to others who may or may not notice how talkative her middle is being… or noticing the occasional rocking movement from within. Would love to feel her stroking me idly. Feel her pat me on my back through the layers of flesh, lightly smacking her stomach protectively, making sure nothing bad can get to me inside that bubbling safe-haven cauldron

Think of the noises that gentle beast would make with me inside 😍 that’s the other part, how active you’ve made her gut out to be… ooouuuhh I wouldn’t even be able to think straight while in there, hehe~

If I barely made a dent in that paunch (which I imagine I wouldn’t, since I’m ohhh so small), then the only sure evidence of my existence would be the groaning, bubbling gurgles…… it’s sooo hot imagining that my presence alone in her gut would stir up some gas in there 🥵

Uuugh, that long, loud burp she’d let out after devouring me is so good. Her tum ‘roused by my weight and body heat, howling low and deep as it settled me into her system <3 the best kind of southern hospitality

I’d love to hear all the different kinds of rumbling as her digestive system churned around me, her cute little hiccups. Also…

“Mama’s *bURP* -gotcha sweetie, just relax and let this big ol’ belly go to work~”

Fuckfuck fuuuuuck that’s so HOT I need more preds to say that to me in life

Since this particular scenario is endosoma, I imagine her stomach “working” would just be the strong, squishy walls massaging and stroking me, letting out strained groans as it tries to kneed me deeper down her guts, like it does with every piece of food she eats. But I’m a special snack, and I’m staying riiight cozied up where I am <3 regardless, the extra attention is very much appreciated…

This makes me feel so desired. Tall Southern Mombod Pred is, as always, so tender and romantic when it comes to me… so kind of her to do all the heavy lifting while letting me rest in her hefty, swollen, noisy, sloshy tum… it’s like a dream that I’d never want to wake up from

So spacious yet cozy, so cuddled and loved by an amazing woman with an amazing stomach. I’m honored to be prey for her and her big, soft belly…

💕Oh wowww, really makes a girl feel like a princess💕

#v.ore #v0re #vore kink #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #safe vore #endosoma #vore writing #tall southern mombod pred #belly burps #noisy belly #tummy kink #asks #this might be a bit incoherent but I do not care I want to be in her tummy NOW!!!!!!! #minors dni #vore asks

[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Tragedy - 4

Nazuna: So Itsuki's still like that...? Looking down on things and saying stuff like "vulgar" even though he used to do TV jobs, too—he's being a hypocrite.

Location: Inside the Bus

Nazuna: So Itsuki's still like that...? Looking down on things and saying stuff like "vulgar" even though he used to do TV jobs, too—he's being a hypocrite.

Mika: Nah, nah, it's 'cause he thinks TV's vulgar that he's tryna change it into somethin' more artistic and refined-like.

Oshi-san's like that with everything. Idols are probably just somethin' he wants to reform, too.

Nazuna: Making the vulgar refined, turning common entertainment into art... That's a thorny path he's chosen to walk. But, well, looking at how Itsuki is now, I feel like he'll actually be able to do it.

Mika: Right? I believe in him.

Nazuna: Yup. In the past he used to let his brilliance run completely unchecked, so there were a lot of people who couldn't keep up with him... But now Itsuki feels a little softer, I guess.

If a genius is able to translate their creations into something that the common masses can understand, then they'll be absolutely unbeatable. Even if normal people try to overturn them, they'll never lose.

Mika: Heh. I've been tellin' ya that from the start, haven't I? Oshi-san's the strongest, there ain't no one even close t'bein' his rival. ♪

(...Wait a sec, why am I talkin' with Nazuna-nii all chummy like this? I can't—he's a traitor!)

(But even though I think that, he really is easy to talk to. I feel all warm and fuzzy just chattin' with him.)

(No, this is bad he's a traitor, an enemy.)

(Ngah~ Now I'm feelin' all down in the dumps.)

Nazuna: What's up? You're looking at me really intensely... Is there something on my face?

Mika: N-Nope~? As always, yer face's so pretty it ticks me off?

Nazuna: ...Thanks?

Tomoya: Umm, Kagehira-senpai?

Mika: Ngah? Whaddya want, uhm, Tomoya-kun...?

Tomoya: Sorry, I know this is impolite, but—could you give me your autograph?

Mika: Huh? Sure, I don't mind... Ah, wait, I gotta get permission from Oshi-san first.

I reckon he'd say somethin' like, "Think about what it means for an artist to give out their signature!"

But yer not just some random stranger, Tomoya-kun, and I know ya won't misuse it or nothin'. Why do ya want my autograph, though?

Tomoya: Ah, my little sister's friend wanted it. I did tell her to quit asking me for this kind of thing 'cause it's a bother and she'll never stop asking for more otherwise, but, yeah...

Mika: Ngah, yer lil' sis' friend is...a fan of Valkyrie?

Nazuna: Huh. If her friend is around the same age as her, that means they're still a kid. They've got surprisingly refined taste~

Tomoya: Ah, didn't you hear? Right now, Valkyrie's really popular with girls from kindergarten to middle school.

Nazuna: Eh, what? Itsuki is? I don't know why, but this smells kinda fishy...

Mika: He ain't doin' nothin' criminal. Sometimes ya really are just naturally rude, Nazuna-nii...

Anyway, ya see... Recently, we've been participatin' in a collaboration project between a big anime company and a big toy company.

An anime's bein' made for the project, and we've been composin' music for it, then singin' and recordin' songs ourselves.

Ah, and we've been designin' some costumes, accessories 'n toys for it too.

Seems folks really liked our work, so now Valkyrie's style is real popular among lil' kids.

'S hard to believe myself, but...

Look, you can see a couple o' kids wearin' Valkyrie-lookin' clothing just out the bus window.

Nazuna: Eh, where? Ahh, now that you mention it, that does look like Itsuki's taste.

Mika: Hehe, seems like lil' kids enjoy wearin' those kinda over-the-top clothes more than adults do.

They're a lil' dark, but they seem to go down well with kids who still believe in ghosts 'n monsters 'n stuff.

It's a pretty mature-lookin' style, too, so it's perfect for kids who wanna grow up quick. And on top o' that, it's real stylish, ain't it?

Nazuna: Yeah... When you put it like that, I feel like you guys always had the potential to be popular.

Mika: Heh. This is all thanks to Anzu-chan. She put together a presentation and sang praises 'bout us to a buncha different companies.

Oshi-san was also... loads more eager than I thought he'd be. He started promotin' stuff real passionately.

Nazuna: That guy loves little kids, after all.

Mika: Yer really askin' for a misunderstanding, sayin' it like that. But, well, I think this'll just be a passin' fad~ The project's real big and all, but it'll only be goin' on for a lil' while.

We've grown pretty darn popular, so it's likely they'll ask for us again next time, but...

Oshi-san's gonna be goin' overseas after graduation, so we ain't got no choice but to step away from the project.

Seems like he'll be busier over there, so he said his hands're tied.

Nazuna: Hmm, so he's going abroad after graduation... Well, he's been saying that he wants to go see the world since a while back. He's more of a shut-in type, though. I guess he's really pushing himself.

...Kagehira, are you alright with that?

Mika: I gotta be. It's what Oshi-san chose for himself, after all.

Valkyrie's gonna break up soon, so it's a huge accomplishment that at least in the end we managed t'become so popular we're almost a right social phenomenon.

It'll be the crowning glory that'll adorn us. All of Oshi-san's efforts are finally gonna pay off.

Nazuna: ...What're you gonna do after this? Haven't you thought about scouting new members and continuing Valkyrie?

Isn't it fine for you to take over the project? Itsuki's probably thinking something along the same lines, and it'll be a waste if you disband now that you've finally gotten so popular.

Mika: Nazuna-nii... Of all people, yer the one talkin' to me 'bout takin' things over?

'Course, I'm wonderin' what I should do~ I ain't got a clue to that end yet, but...Valkyrie belongs to Oshi-san. I'm just one lil' part of it.

If we disband now, Valkyrie can fade away all graceful-like. But if I took over, my precious Valkyrie'll just end up all sad 'n tarnished.

I couldn't stand somethin' like that.

But ya probably wouldn't understand, Nazuna-nii.

Ya turned yer back on us, forgettin' all we went through together, an' left us without sparin' us a single glance. No, there ain't no way you could understand.

Rather than decayin' all nastily, giving off a rotten stench as we live on... We'd rather die with beauty.

Nazuna: ......

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[spunkpunx]

Scrapping Over Owt - Liam Gallagher

Plot: Reader and Liam reconcile after their break up a few months prior. Set in 1993.

Warnings: Drugs (heroin, acid), Swearing, Smoking.

I’m definitely doing a smutty part 2 to this.

"You fuckin' daft cunt!" Noel shouted at his younger brother. Liam had accidentally banged a guitar against the wall on his way to carry it to the van.

"Fucken' calm down you prick, it's fine, see?" Liam snapped back, holding it up for Noel to look. The argument only began to escalate.

I was sat by the bar in the hotel, smoking a cig to cure my wavy head. We took acid the night before. Tony was sat next to me, scratching his initials into the wooden bar top with a penny. He looked tired. Coyley insisted the boys were to be in the studio first thing (10am) and where they went, that usually meant I went as well. I phoned back to Manchester to speak to Si last night, but he was shitfaced and I was tripping, so all of the relevant information had gone into one ear and fallen out the other.

"You could have fuckin' broken it you ugly big lout!" Noel shouted, and before Liam had the chance to start a scrap I shouted across the room.

"Comon, not right now lads. It feels like bits of my brain are falling away like wet cake." Tony laughed next to me, and Liam bristled, but surprisingly let it lie. It was true, my head was feeling fuzzy and still a bit mental, but it had been fun. The acid hadn't worn off until about 7am, and now, two hours later, we were all craving the extra sleep.

"Giz' a hand to take the guitars through then (y/n)," Noel said grumpily, gesturing me along. "You're a bit less clumsy than this pain in the ass." I ignored his back handed compliment and hopped off the bar stool, shoving my fags into my back pocket. Once we were outside by the van I let myself speak my thoughts to Noel.

"He doesn't want me here Noel," I told him miserably, putting a guitar into the back of the vehicle.

"Well it doesn't matter what rkid thinks cause he's a stupid twat."

"Yeah but he's burnin' a hole into my head with 'is eyes half the time, and I know yer want me here as a sound tech or whatever but I must be doing your lots head in by now."

"Stop yer chattin' woman." Noel gave me a joking smack round the back of my head. "You're here 'cause I want you here, and Coyley wants you here, and Guigs, and Bonehead, and even that little fucker McCarroll," he explained. "Maybe especially McCarroll." I rolled my eyes at him, pulling another cig out the pack.

"I might head into town today, do a bit of window shopping, you don't need me at the studio do yer?"

"Yer alright, giz one of them though," he replied, gesturing my cigarette packet. "I left mine upstairs."

"You gonna record that thing you wrote last night? It was good, and I'm pretty sure that's not just the drugs talking."

"Yeah maybe, dunno what I'm going to call it though."

"You'll think of something."

I went back into the hotel to grab my coat and bag, passing Coyley on the way in. Liam was sat at the bar with the rest of the band, except Noel. He was sat on top of my jacket.

"Hey, Li, can I grab my coat?" I asked, coming over. He ignored me. "Liam?" I repeat.

"What?"

"Your sat on my jacket."

"Stop bloody mithering me fuckin' hell," he complained. I saw Guigsy raise his eyebrows.

"Give over, I need to catch the next bus," I snapped. That twat always knew how to get on my nerves.

"Come on Liam, let (y/n) grab her jacket," Tony spoke up. The boys all looked at him, and reluctantly he gave it up. I put out my cig in the ashtray on the bar before pulling on my jacket.

——

It was raining heavy in London. I caught the bus from the hotel to Camden Market and set about browsing the records and clothes there. The stall owners were too miserable in the rain to drive the hard sell, so it was quite peaceful despite the weather. I hadn't meant to buy anything but ended up with a Smiths t-shirt, a floral babydoll dress and even a new record. Blur, and this one had come out this year. Modern Life Is Rubbish, it was called. I hadn't heard their stuff before, but the album cover seemed quite dreary so I was pretty sure the songs would be as morose as the title. I walked back along the street, stopping at a phone box. I'd only been here for an hour, it was just past 11 and the boys wouldn't be back for hours. I stepped in and dialled up the number.

"Hi mam," I greeted her as she answered the phone.

"Oh hello love, are you alright?"

"Yeah, just thought I'd call, it been like... a month I think?"

"Oh, I hadn't realised. How's Manchester?" she asked.

"Fine, I'm actually in London at the minute, boys are recording with the band."

"Oh aye, and how are things with Liam?"

"Not so good, he's still annoyed at me about the break up."

"Ah well, I'm sure things will work out."

We talked some more, catching up on what had gone on. Katy had started piano lessons, and Martin had been promoted at work. Things had been easier with mam since I'd been living in Manchester. I suppose it was because we weren't fighting as much. After we'd spoken, I decided to ring Si, to catch up properly. When he picked up the phone his voice was groggy, he'd obviously just rolled out of bed.

"Hello?"

"Hey Si, it's (y/n)."

"Ah! (y/n)! How's it down in London?" he greeted cheerily, still sounding tired.

"Did I wake you by any chance?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, but it's about time I got up anyway. Li been any trouble for ya?"

"A bit, but it's been a laugh anyway. Mate I've taken so much acid my brain feels like mush most of the time now."

"I don't think I could ever hack it like you do, rkid. David's been asking after you."

"David's always asking after me. He's a daft cunt that one," I replied. It still felt a bit strange to me how the old group had fallen apart. I only really spoke to Si now. I hadn't even seen David since, well, that incident. As for the girls, well I bumped into Saorise at the corner shop a few weeks back, and I knew Harriet had been busy with her baby. It was a nightmare, like everyone had become all ridiculously adult while Li and I were busy dicking around.

"Aye, well he might even apologise one day," Si pointed out.

"Fat chance of that. Have you spoken to my Dad?" I asked.

"Yeah, called round the house the other day, he doesn't seem in a good way, if I'm honest (y/n."

"What? Like he's poorly?"

"He's a junkie," he explained bluntly.

"He's always been one of those," I responded, chuckling slightly.

"He's injecting shit into himself."

"Oh." My face fell. "Well, thanks for letting me know Si, I suppose I should get back to the hotel."

"You don't have to, stay on the phone, we can catch up."

"Sorry Si, I've got to get back."

"Right, okay. Call me tomorrow then sweetheart, and you better be straight to my door when you get back up North."

"Of course I will dickhead, see you soon."

——

I got a taxi to the studio, deciding it would be best to stay up to date on what was going on. I tried not to think about what Si had said about my dad. He'd dabbled in pretty much every drug at some point, but injecting heroin seemed to be a big leap. The information weighed down on my, my heart seeming to have dropped into my stomach since the situation had come to light.

"Boys, how are you getting on?" I asked through the microphone at the recording studio, just seconds after walking through the door. The producer gave me an annoyed look, but Noel beckoned me through. Liam had gone a bit quiet.

"(y/n), you gotta listen to this one, it sounds fucking good," Guigsy shared. I looked at Noel for his confirmation and he shrugged modestly, but I could tell by the grin on his face he liked it. I took a seat on the floor in front of the band, then they began the song.

Liam was doing a good line in not looking at me, but I could tell he was conscious of my presence. He looked cool as he sang the song that Noel had written only the night before, but Liam always looked cool, because he was. After the song had ended, Noel looked at me for an opinion.

"It's a fucking good song," I began. "But it just needs eyebrows."

"Eyebrows?" Liam asked. It was the first thing he'd said to me in a normal tone since our break up. "What the fuck does that mean?" he added, back to how he had been acting towards me.

"Like, it's almost there, but... well, people look weird without eyebrows don't they? It just needs that extra little thing."

"I've got an idea," Noel spoke up. He tossed a tambourine at me, which I caught. "(Y/n), you can be the eyebrows."

——

After the session the band decided we'd go to the pub. Of course, the boys got annoyed when I wanted to run back in the hotel and get changed, but Noel agreed he wanted to drop a guitar off anyway in case he had any ideas in the night. I really wanted to get drunk, just to forget about dad.

I don't know why I wanted to dress up, but I opted for the only fancy dress I owned; little black number with spaghetti straps. I wasn't even sure why I brought it. I never dressed up even back in Manchester. I actually never even wore the dress out. I paired it with the sambas I was already wearing and tied my hair back into a very loose ponytail.

"Wow, you scrub up!" announced Bonehead as I came into the foyer. Liam was watching me walk towards them, almost a scowl on his face. Tony grinned at me, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"You look lovely," he complimented. I heard a wolf whistle behind me as Noel came down from his room.

"Christ, (y/n). It's gonna be a nightmare keeping those London lads away from you tonight." I laughed at their flattery.

"Sod off, you charmers, let go to the pub."

——

I was feeling rough as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, trying to tame my flyaway hairs. I thought getting drunk would take my mind off things, but I still felt a weight on my shoulders. I balled up my fists in frustration. My skirt had been riding up all night, I shouldn't have worn it. My head felt wavy and instead of the alcohol dulling down my emotions, I felt like I could cry at any moment.

As I went to leave the toilet, I bumped into the girl from the bar. She scowled at me a little. I raised my eyebrows.

"Watch out! Fucking hell," she looked my outfit up and down. "You really dressed like a council house slut then?"

It was especially bad timing on her part. I swung at her, hitting her face quite hard. She fought back, clawing at my face and hair, but I pushed her over, essentially just throwing myself at her so we were tussling on the ground. I felt a pair of arms grab me and pull me off her quickly. There was blood, I wasn't sure whose, but it wasn't a lot. She scarpered off while I swore and was held back by a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I turned round to him, unsure of what to say.

"Thanks, Li."

"What was all that about?" he asked, offering me a fag. I took it.

"Bad timing, I haven't been in the best mood," I explained loosely. Liam didn't respond for a moment, but he lifted his hand and brushed his thumb under my eye. I felt my heart rise, but payed it little attention. I was drunk.

"She caught you there," he said, softly, referencing a scratch that I must have sustained. "Then again, you did a lot more damage to her." He smirked slightly, returning his hand to his side. It was strange. I hadn't had a normal conversation with Liam for months, but now it was like barely anything had changed.

"I'm sorry, Li," I mumbled, looking down at my feet, my arms wrapped around myself, feeling very self conscious in the dress I wore.

"I'm not your mam, I've done way worse to people in fights," he chuckled, but I sensed he was deliberately missing the point.

"Not about that, about the rest of it." He paused, chewing the inside of his cheek slightly.

"I know you are sweetheart. I'm sorry too," he said finally, almost sheepishly. "God, it's always been tough to stay mad at you." He opened his arms out for a hug, and at that point all my emotions flooded out very suddenly and I rushed into his embrace, trying to stifle the tears in my eyes. After a moment he must have realised I was crying because he stroked my hair. "Hey? Shh, what's up (y/n)?"

I pulled away, wiping my eyes on the back of my wrists.

"I shouldn't have worn this dress, it's awful," I complained tearfully. I could tell he could sense more to the story, I seldom cried.

"What are you talking about, it looks great on you," he scoffed, trying to make me laugh a bit.

"All these horrible men in here, staring. It keeps riding up short and I feel so fucking naked," I continued to try to explain, once again wrapping my arms up over my chest as an attempt to feel less exposed. Liam looked a little blank, but he took off his Parka and wrapped it over my shoulders.

"Here you go, go wait outside for a moment. I'm going for a piss and then we can have a chat," he said, and I couldn't help but grin at his bluntness. It made sense, he must have run into me on his way to the toilet. I nodded and he gave me a quick squeeze before leaving again. I followed his instructions, going to sit in the beer garden and wait for his return. It was a fairly fine night, but I appreciated being able to wrap myself up in Liam's still warm coat, especially with the colder night air.

I smoked the cig, thinking about how long it had been since me and Liam had been okay. It was lucky that it was Liam I had fallen out with rather than Noel. I don't think Noel was capable of forgiveness like Liam was.

"What's the story then, (y/n) my dear?" Liam asked me, as soon as he'd come and sat down. I smiled at the nickname.

"I spoke to Si," I began. Liam grimaced slightly at the mention of his name. "My dad's on smack now Li, properly. Injecting it apparently. He's in a bad way."

Liam's face softened, putting a hand over mine and rubbing a gentle circle on the back of it with his index finger.

"And... well. On a different subject, I never slept with Si. Ever. Not that night we broke up, and never after that either. I needed to tell you," I added. Liam looked up at me, surprised at the sudden confession. "I wouldn't have cheated on you Liam. I'm not a liar, and I loved you. Actually, I do love you still."

"(Y/n)..." Liam began, but I cut him off.

"It's whatever, it doesn't matter." I stood up, ready to go inside and drink more until I blocked this confession out of my memory. As I turned, Liam grabbed my hand. I turned round to see him stand from the table, not letting go of me.

"Hang on, not so fast."

He was stood in front of me now, and I could only stand there and look up at him. His hand brushed the side of my face, smoothing over my hair. Part of me wanted to run away and go inside, but I couldn't move. I had to see what he was going to say, what he was going to do next. There was a pause, like he was thinking, I could almost hear his brain working. Then his face drew closer to mine and his lips connected with my own and it was like all the tears and shouting had never happened. His hand fell from my face and his arms slipped underneath the parka he'd lent me, wrapping around my waist and pulling me impossibly close.

We broke the kiss and Liam rested his forehead against mine. We were still pressed against each other. He looked at me, lips parted with a slight smile as his eyes glanced across my face as if he couldn't believe I was there.

"I love you, (y/n)," he whispered softly. I smiled, then pulled him by my arms that wrapped around his neck into the tightest hug.

“I missed you so much, dickhead,” I mumbled into his chest, while Liam chucked at my tight embrace. He pressed a kiss on the top of my head, nestling his face into the top of my hair.

#liam gallagher #oasis #oasis band #oasis imagine #liam gallagher x reader #gallagher brothers #gallagher x reader #liam gallagher imagine #manc #britpop imagine #britpop x reader #oasis x reader

[binniesthighs]

hi hi cuties and thigh enthusiasts!! just about a day ago my lil blog full of hornies and changbin thirst reached 1,500 and i am just jaflkjasd :’) since then haha 

ah ah this post is already so cheesy hehe but i wanted to say thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart for following me along with my journey with this blog! after having the hobby of writing for the greater part of my life, i’m so immensely thankful that i started this blog and hopefully took ya all on some of the crazy adventures i keep locked up in my head hehe 

having this blog has been such a wonderful experience, from learning about myself as a writer, exploring the many, many hornies that i’ve got, and most of all, meeting all of the freakin’ fantastic individuals in this community! ~thank you to each and every one of you for being the sweetest, loveliest, most hilarious and welcoming people i could ever wish to meet and have the honor of getting to know and write for!~ 

to celebrate, i wanted to make a lil list n’ love letter to my lovely pals for ya to check out! there is fkn CRAZY talent on this list and i highly recommend that ya check out everyone and their masterlists! 

to my moots~ GAH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH my whole experience here on smutblr has been made absolutely amazing by you all! GOSH hehe i am full of so much love for you all your brains are seggsy as hell and i’m always rooting for you!! thank you so much for being my friends <3 

to my readers~ my loves, thank you, as a writer, to bee seen and heard fulfills every word i write and every lil idea i scribble down. wherever ya are in the world, thank you for taking the time to read my pieces and for sending me love. you are my reason!! 

to my anons~ thank you my darlings for all of your kindness, screams in my inbox, every song rec, hard thought and word of encouragement. my lil anon family i love you and appreciate you all so much! thank you for reaching out to me and makin’ a lil home on my account! it means the world to me! <3 

to my bunch of (ro)ses~ thank you so much for hyping me with each of my updates, for showing up in my notifs and being overall frickin’ angels! thank you so much for reading as always and i hope that ya like what’s to come! 

~hehe i wanted to write ya all lil messages too! while they just scratch the surface, please know that i love ya all to the moon and back!! 🥰~ 

🌹Writers🌹

@aliceu ~ alice, hehe here’s to all the times that we would ramble about fantasy aus and bounce ideas off eachother, thank you so much for being my go-to and my muse at times! your works are literally magical my love! 

@bearseungmin ~ hehe dawn i think that you might be one of my oldest moots on this list! ever since i started out here in this lil corner on the internet, you have been the most supportive, sweet individual there is to me and I can’t say thank you enough! i’m also like, highkey obsessed with everything you write hehehe 

@binniesbrat ~ oh my gosh té , hehe lol i will bring this up over and over again bc i’m just so ah ah it makes me melt but fun fact hehe back when i was babybinniesthighs, té reached out to me, and made me felt like i belonged--i literally lysm! your hornies are fantastic my dear, we are so lucky to have you here! 

@bruh-changbin ~ dear sky, while we’ve only talked a little in asks, i wanted to express how very dear you are to me! hehe when i update and you hype me up it literally makes my whole frickin’ day! you keep me going! not to mention that your writing is *chef’s kiss* teehee 

@bubblelixie ~ ah! kc! we’ve also been moots for a good while, i think back when i was babybinniesthighs too! hehe your overwhelming love and support of me makes my heart frickin’ swell and seeing you in my notifs and my asks with hornies makes me feel so dang fuzzy! you are quite literally one of the most adorable cuties on here! your writing also just *knocks me out* OOF 

@chaangbin ~ ours is quite the story dear hazel bean...meaning....i was like, the biggest, nerdiest fangirl of your work for quite some time and very very shy to tell you that it was me ahhhhh haha well here i am ooP your writing is so beautiful and human and immersive in so many ways! i’m crazy lucky to be moots and friends with ya! omg if i say more i will literally embarrass the heck out of myself hahahhaha

@decembermoonskz ~ beautiful izzy, you are such, and i mean such an inspiration to me. the way that you write is so gorgeous and i feel as if i’m in every scene. the way that you create worlds and place your readers in them is frickin’ insane! hehe i love obsessing with ya over chan any day and night! keep goin’! 

@dom--minnie ~ len, when i think of comfort, i really think of you. the way that i feel so safe with ya is like, insane. even when we first started chattin’ i just knew that we had an amazin’ thing coming hehe. from horny rambles to literally just talkin’ bout life, i am absurdly lucky to have met you here! you literally deserve everything wonderful in life and i love ya so much! 

@etherealeeknow ~ gah gen, my dear, the way that you checked up with me over my lil break just huhuhu thank you so much for being such a lovely and caring person towards me and everyone else whom you meet! you are so precious and i hope ya never forget that! 

@fight-me-m8 ~ darling and sweet rosetta, FRICK literally when i think of you oh my gosh i get the fuzzies, i’m so happy that we met and that i was able to witness the beginnings of your account! you have so so much love to give and i will fight you and give you more love back. bb i’m so happy to have you as a moot! 

@film-in-my-soul ~ alex! hehe while our friendship is still in the bb stages, i wanted to throw some love your way too!! i’m so hyped to write with you in the future and talk even more! i love how fast we clicked when we started talking about BLs AHA darlin’ you are so sweet and i can’t wait to get to know ya more! 

@formidxble ~ kim oh my god, you are a frickin’ force. when you entered this community a lil bit ago, and then made it your own, sharing with us your beautiful brain and lovely kindness, i swear the world must’ve taken a breath or something LOL you always astonish me with your works and i’m literally so excited for what the future holds for you! 

@hanflix ~ i think that i speak for so many of us here that rue, you are truly an inspiration. back when i was starting out and even now, reading your works feels like such a treat and i try to savor them all up! as a writer, i look up to you so much and as a wonderful, humble and hardworking person i look up to you as well!! thank you so much for welcoming me when i was babybinniesthighs ilsym! 

@hongnanglen-arina ~ arina my fuckin’ love oh my god if i could fly to where you are i frickin’ would!! i really think that the universe did a lil somethin’ somethin’ allowing us to meet. i feel so comfortable with you talkin’ about anything and everything especially hornies they are fkn’ unbridled. i can’t count how many times you’ve made me topple with laugher at like 3am. i’m so happy to have you in my life! 

@hyunsluvv ~ kathy istg you are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure of meeting on this lil corner of the internet! the care and love that you give to each of your anons, moots and in your work is truly astounding. i remember when you were just starting out i knew that big things were in store for you, and they still are! hehe

@imagineinnie ~ el, you are literally an angel if i have ever met one. it means the whole world to me when i see your dms, and the way that you check up on me and so many others goes to show the utter kindness and selflessness that you exhibit. cutie, thank you so much for always cheering me on and being such a light in this community!!

@instachans ~  kenny, although we’ve just met, i’m already so excited for our friendship to come! you are such an angel and have so much love to give, i’m so thankful that you slide into my asks hehe the future holds such amazing things for you!  

@itsapapisongo ~ javi, my dear, there’s just somethin’ about us that flows like frickin’ water. i feel like there’s the people that you meet in life that you kind of just click with, and i’m immensely grateful that i’ve met you. your love, support, hornies and lethal timing with gifs keeps me smiling. you are an astonishing writer and i feel so lucky to be here with you! 

@jisungsplatforms ~ sweet ina hehe i’m so glad that ya slid into my asks the day that you did! your vibes are so sweet and peaceful and i feel as if you and your account are such a safe place! i love, love sharing hornies with you over our boys! there is so much ahead for you my dear and i can’t wait!!! 

@mochinnie ~ omg i’ve totally said this before so many times, but i am so, so wowed by your work isa and they stick with me for like days after i read your pieces! i am so utterly inspired by you! i love your blog’s aesthetic and how you are always truthfully yourself i admire this so much! when i was starting out your works kept me goin’! thank you so much for this hehe 

@mzmezzler ~ ryan you literally deserve the whole world! not to mention that you are doing god’s work writing sub!skz! sweets, each of your pieces are so wonderful and imaginative and your lil memes and thoughts are so cute! please always keep doing you!! 

@ohmysparkle ~ sparkle: oh my gosh where can i start??? you are one fkn’ badass sparklin’ cat and my freakin’ role model. every day i am so astonished over how well spoken, wise, and reasonable you are while also being off the walls unapologetically yourself. my dear plz always shout with me about sub!hyunjin teehee 

@seungmoomin ~ nia big sexy brain!! holy shit the fkn talent in this bus? astronomical! nia i am absoluately WEAK over your writings and highkey you as a person over all! i swear, your blog is a gold mine and your personality is so wonderful i can’t put it into words LOL there’s no one quite like you and i can’t even count how many times you’ve got me dying laughing here ily!!

@yourdaddychan ~ LUNA my queen of capitalization and screaming in dms, you add a spice to my life that i didn’t know was missing. talking to you in every  format is fkn fantastic and lights up my day no matter how gloomy its been. i really feel like this is your world and i’m just livin’ in it LOL I LOVE YEW

🌹Readers🌹

@introjoonie ~ mai, this account would literally not be in existence if not for you, and it’s provided me with such happiness over these few months! thank you so much for encouraging me to let my hornies to the wind, and for listening to all my rambles about it since. thank you so much for being a lovely best friend, cheerleader and person. i’ll be seeing you soon!

@jeonglixie, @lechanters, @inlovewithasa, @pixxie-lixxie ~ my loves there is something so, so beautiful about each and every one of you, i cannot thank you enough for reading my works and for being so overwhelmingly supportive and kind with your feedback time and again. i’m so blessed to have such wonderful readers such as you! my time here on tumblr has been made by you and so many others of my unbelievably sweet readers!

@lovesfaith ~ ahh tumblr is being rude not letting me tag ya but sweets i just wanted to thank you so much for your kindness too! i adore talking with ya about astrology n’ just life and the way that you read me like a book is CRAZY haha thank you for being you Bambi! 

@meow-minho  ~ marine, every time that i see you on tumblr i am so thankful for your grace, and just lovely welcoming vibes. i am so thankful to have such a lovely person as you in my life and i can’t express how much me (and i’m sure so many other writers on here) appreciate your feedback. thank you so much!

@synnocence ~ wonderful cee, since first meeting you i feel like i’ve had the pleasure of getting to know such a wonderful human and equally amazin’ fellow bin stan! i can’t thank you enough for how much you’ve helped me grow my bin collection! dm-ing with you is always such a joy and you deserve the frickin’ world my friend!!

once again, thank you so much for poppin by and giving me a read, an ask, a dm or simply just sending bin pics my way hehe 

i hope to write much more in the future and to lash out with all the hornies that i’ve got! i can’t wait to share more with you all! thank you so much for being my motivation, as well as seggsy ass cuties who i am so lucky to share this space with!! 

have you thought about changbin’s thighs today yet? well...now you have 😉

#binniesthighs #uglycries #milestone hehe #Ro loves you so! much! #thank yo so much!!!

[geniuslab]

HELLO we are already being extra sappy in our texts rn but i would just like to say in another place that i am so happy n grateful you're in my life and our monthly coffee dates truly mean the absolute world to me and spending time with you is always great n it makes me so happy to see u so happy n laughing when we're chattin away🥺💞 and if u ever wanna get into another group,,,, lmk and i can assist you with that hehe can u believe i successfully got you into 2 new groups, basically 3 tho 😭

HEY I LOVE YOU 🥺 i’m all warm and fuzzy inside. I’m truly so lucky to have you in my life and i always look forward to seeing you!! our coffee dates are the highlight of my month :’) and vfghcfgdfg we should pick a new group for you to get me into. sleepover and ?? exo? ace? clc? I trust your judgment haha

#answered* #lil bean #GO TO BED ITS 2AM CHGCHCYGC #ILY PLS

[metaphoricalmusings]

birthday letter

dear xx, 

hoo-ray! happy birthday! you’re one year older— and it’s been just about one whole year that we starting conversin’ pretty seriously, hasn’t it? 

at the end of september last year, I honestly didn’t think I’d talk to you again, at least not anytime soon. meeting you was never in the plan....but I’m really glad that plans change.  

you always say the best description of you would have to come from others. and even though I’m sure you hear it enough from me, I’ll tell it to you anyway. you’re funny and sweet, and even though I bug you A LOT you never turn me away. you make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, even just the thought of you, and I’m disgusted to admit how much you cross my mind each and everyday. 

your kisses light me up from my lips all the way down to my toes and your smile makes me happier than most things in life. I’m so glad this last year had you in it. time with you doesn’t feel like time at all, drawing nd chattin’ with you is one of my favorite things in the world...

I hope we get better and better together, that we keep learning and growing and never stop pushing ourselves to make brilliant art BUT most of all, that we have lots of fun along the way! 

yours, cherrie 

[belladonnaandulriched]

amped and wired, part two | chapter twenty-three: the last great love story

I opened my eyes to behold the sight of Lars' faint silhouette. Faint and fuzzy, but I blinked a few times until he entered my focus.

“I was hoping you'd wake up soon,” he told me with a smile on his face. “Your soup was getting cold.”

I groaned and flexed my back. I put my arms underneath me to hoist myself into an upright position in the bed. I was in the spare room in Black Orchid once again, right in the same bed where they kept Maya.

I looked out the window to see a thick blanket of pure white snow on everything outside.

“How long was I out?” I asked him as my voice broke.

“Three days,” he said as he brought a big glass bowl full of clam chowder from the other side of his body for me. “You were out like a light. We found you laying at the Indian reservation and we brought you back here. A nurse actually came up here from Syracuse to make sure nothing was wrong. You suffered a sugar crash but that was about it; she told us to feed you once you showed any signs of waking up.”

I reached up to touch the crown of my head. My hair was clean.

“Mrs. Hamilton gave you a pretty stout sponge bath to clean you up all nice and good,” he added.

“But I saved us all, though?” I asked him.

“Yes! You were totally, one hundred percent right, Joey, and I can't believe I missed that, either. Burying Maya in the sand baths stopped the clones right in their tracks. There hasn't been a clone to be seen in two days.”

“Wow!” I took the bowl and the spoon and took a big bite. It felt so good to eat something!

“The first day, though—it was rather treacherous.”

“Were they all behavin' funky?” I asked him once I swallowed down the fourth bite of potatoes and clams.

“Understatement if I ever heard one,” he confessed. “We all bunked out here until the coast was clear, and then the snow came in. There is—still a lot to be taken care, though, like the shit going on down in Syracuse.”

“We'll recover from this,” I assured him as I took another bite. There was a knock on the door. Lars turned his head and his face lit up. I followed his gaze to see Cindy in the doorway, wrapped in that little leather jacket of hers.

“There she is!” he declared. Her face softened at the sight of me.

“Hi, Joey,” she greeted me as she strode into the room.

“He just woke up but he looks pretty lucid,” Lars told her as he stood to his feet.

“Hungry as holy hell, too,” I added as I shoveled in another big bite of chowder.

“I'll leave you two alone,” Lars said to her as he strode out of the room.

“Lars?” Cindy reached down to pick up a tennis racket from the side of the bed.

“Ah! Yes, thank you.” He took the racket from her and slung it over his shoulder. “Ice tennis with Frankie.”

“Have fun,” I told him as he ducked out of the room. Cindy took her seat on the edge of the bed and stroked the inside of my thighs.

“I almost die and the only thing you can think about is touchin' me?” I teased her, which brought a chuckle out of her.

“Of course I wanna touch you. You saved us, Joey.”

“More than the group of us,” I said as I took a few more bites, “it was also saving the one thing that makes me happy. Music.”

“Killing musicians for their skin—all it needed was for one to go right to the root.”

Her fingers inched closer to my hips but she hesitated.

“What's wrong?” I asked her as I set the bowl to my right side.

“I can't,” she said with a solemn look on her face.

“You sure?”

“Positive. I'm a stripper, Joey. I'm in the sex industry. I fall in love with every client I encounter. I give myself to them and they return the favor, and that's all there is to it. But—I'll always have a special place in my heart for you, though.” She set a hand on the side of my face and brought her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and tasted like apple pie, just how she promised me in the beginning. She hung back to look at me right in the face.

“You're the best I ever had,” she whispered to me.

With nothing more, she stood to her feet and ambled out of there to leave me with my soup. I wolfed it down because I was starving, but I knew I was going to have to have more than that. Once I was finished, I climbed out of bed and set my feet on the hard floor underneath me. To think no one found out what Lars had done, and yet we all saw him eat at those tentacles to save us. I held out hope that no one asked questions, but as my ankles quivered, I had my doubts. I made my way down the stairs with the empty bowl in hand and with no clothes on. I stepped into the front room to see Mrs. Hamilton chatting something with Scott.

“Hey, there he is!” he declared.

“Here I am, wondering what happened to my clothes.”

“We took your clothes to the laundromat,” she replied, “we had to do laundry, anyways. Right over there—” She pointed to the bar, where I spotted my jeans, my shirt, and my coat, all three neatly folded near the end. I took my bowl back there for it to be washed and then I put on my shirt. I unfurled my pants before me; I was about to zip out with my back to them when one of them cleared their throat.

“By the way—Joey?” Scott called after me. I zipped up and turned back to face him walking towards me. He had a solemn look on his face, and I knew what this was about.

“Yes?”

“Thank you. And yeah—we were wrong to let you go.” A twinkle emerged in his eye, and I couldn't resist the smile on my face.

“That means I'm back in?”

“Yeah. John says it's your time and it's your place to claim and own up. He's got Armored Saint and a solo endeavor. He told us he'll get by. We all need each other, especially now. Sure the clones are gone, but it’s officially all us rockers versus the world now, more so now than before we let you go. We need a fighter out front. If you wanna thank him, he's outside chattin' with Lars and Frankie.”

I extended a hand to him and he shook it on good terms. I was back in the lead singer position yet again! I then ran my fingers through my black curls to nurse the feeling.

But for the time being, I decided to check out that game of ice tennis, and the back home with Lars for a nap.

#amped and wired #amped and wired fanfic #amped and wired part two #part two #part 2 #fanfic #fanfiction #anthrax fanfic #metallica fanfic #anthrax #metallica #joey belladonna #joey belladonna fanfic #lars ulrich #lars ulrich fanfic #scott ian #sci fi writing #fan writing #writing #also on ao3 #chapter 23 #text

[pendles-is-friendless]

Carry On my Wayward Thrall

Pendles swirled his drink in his tentacle, drunkenly mesmerized by the clinking of the ice against the glass and the effervescence of the bubbles.  Drinking alone didn’t suit the Roa, but company would have only distracted him from his casework.  The last member of the gang who had the audacity to capture Pendles had surfaced in this bar, and then disappeared into the crowded streets outside.  To blend in, Pendles decided to have only one drink.  But one became two and two became four.

As he heard someone approach him, Pendles turned his head to see a strange-looking fellow approach.  He was dark eyed and all fangs and fins with an unusual looking protrusion sprouting from his head.  Pendles caught himself staring at the glowing bulb before he realized that the stranger had made request: “I would like to hear some kill stories.”

A grin crossed the Roa’s face; he had started getting used to people recognizing him from his advertisements and from going on missions and excursions with the other Battleborn, so he didn’t question the request.  “Of course, ‘ere take a seat, order whatever you’d like,” Pendles offered, patting the stool next to him with his gloved hand.  Pendles let his new companion get settled before he began.  

Pendles leaned over towards the stranger, casting furtive glances to ensure that no one else was overhearing and holding his hand up alongside his mouth as he whispered loudly, “So, I didn’t tell you this and no one is to know, mate, but a part of me job includes interrogation, and the way I do it ain’t quite above board.  See, we assassins are supposed to stick with just killin’ and intimidatin’.  Keeps things clean and keeps the faction’s higher-ups off our back.  But me?  I find sometimes it’s just better to drag a few marks into a hole in the ground, break a few fingers and pull a few teeth to extract the location of the second.  It’s quick, painless--well, at least for me-- and a whole barrel of fun.  It’s a chance to get real creative.”

Sitting up in his seat, Pendles picked up his drink and took a sip before continuing. “Recently, I managed to get m’self captured by a bunch of mercs who thought they could pull off bein’ a gang.  Still fuzzy on how they managed to do it, as one minute I was ‘avin’ a drink and a chat with a flirtatious fellow, then the next I woke up a couple of days later blindfolded, muzzled and bound to a chair.  Luckily for me, they made the mistake of tryin’ to take off me prosthetic” --Pendles held up his gloved hand-- “lettin’ me rip it right off to let the ropes slide free and gettin’ me out of that chair.  Unluckily for them, they didn’t know that I have to drain me venom nightly because I don’t bloody stop producin’ it.”

“So with me fangs drippin’ and rage flowin’ I scoured their base for me weapons till I found two blokes ‘avin’ a chat over who would get to keep me kit.  I looked at me hand which I had stashed under me stump and I looked at the first guy and got struck with inspiration!  I entered the room, me glove in me tentacle’s grasp and just whipped it right across the first bloke’s face.  Teeth and blood went flyin’ as he went down like a soggy mattress and the other guy just sat there dumbstruck. He was just”-Pendles goes slack jawed and slumps forward.  He holds the pose for a few seconds before he starts laughing and continuing.- “So I whip me hand back across and manage to strike his throat.  He coughed and sputtered as I laughed and watched him fall to his knees.”

“Now, as much as I love a great wallop to the face, nothin’ quite compares to slittin’ and slicin’ with me kamas.  Now that I was reunited with me Helen and Aaron, I slaked their bloodthirst on those pathetic guards, but that was just the start.”

“You shoulda’ seen me, with me miasma so thick and me victims’ blood splashed across me grinnin’ face, I must have looked like death itself comin’ to reap their harvest.  I hunted down each and every single person in the compound. I swear I saw one guy's eyes melt right out if his skull.  And another, I swung Helen right down his throat and ripped his lungs right through his chest.  Came out just like a pull-tab on a cardboard box.  Cracked one guy's skull squeezin’ ‘im with me tentacle.  It was spectacular, with the corpses strewn about.  But this isn’t the end, see with gangs, you're not done gettin’ even till you off their leader, cuttin’ the head off the snake, so to say.  And I as I said before, sometimes you got to drag a few marks into a hole to pull out the one you really want, and in this case a few meant two humans, one aviant and one brilliantly massive thrall named Mortus.”

“‘E was a thing of beauty.  Wild-eyed, broad shouldered, mean-tempered, and his horns.  Just gorgeous.  Capturin’ old Morty was one of the toughest gigs I’ve ever done, even ‘ad to call in an old Croc friend to ‘elp drag ‘im into me office.  Such a victim, I always say, requires a little somethin’ special, killin’s an art and you don’t waste a great canvas with some cheap materials, right?”

Pendles sighed, allowing his shoulders to slump. “But I am a busy Roa.  Between me contracts, missions, friends, and now me mate, I simply don’t have the time or energy to be fussy with torturin’ folks.  I needed to come up with something that I could set and forget, you know?  So I was sittin’ there, rippin’ out feathers and hair before tossin’ ‘em into the acid bath--it smells horrid if you forget that step--bored out of me mind when I look over at Mortus and ‘ad an idea.  What if I find a way to get big old Morty to do the dirty work for me!  But how?  These guys still ‘eld on to some idea of loyalty to each other.”

“Well, it wasn’t until I had the fortuitous occasion of ‘avin’ a botanist owe me a favor that I could solve this little loyalty problem.  Devil’s Haze.  Nasty stuff.  Eat too much, you lose your lunch and stomach too before fallin’ over and convulse till you break your own neck.  But a tiny dose?  Shows you visions of your worst nightmares and the effects last for days.  I ‘ad the bright idea to dose them all and let them sort themselves out.  I could just sit back and watch the carnage!” Pendles exclaimed as he laughed, nearly falling off of his stool.

Pendles expression shifted to mock disappointment and he sighed dreamily, resting his head on his hand before he continued. “But, things don’t always work out they way you see ‘em in your head.  While testin’ out the Devil’s Haze, I accidentally overdosed one of the humans, so I ‘ad to clean up that mess.  Dragged the other two victims into Morty’s room and force fed them the smaller dose and waited till they started screamin’ and clawin’ at their skin before I woke up the thrall.  I ‘ad to climb on top of Morty to reach his mouth to dose ‘im and once I sprinkled a bit of Devil’s Haze onto ‘is tongue and gave ‘im a bit of a wake me up, he took full advantage of that and bit me shoulder and threw me right across the room.”

Pendles lifted his head and started to gesticulate along with the story, his voice increasing in volume.  “Morty thrashed through the room like the animal possessed that he was and there was nothin’ I could do but watch as he gored his mate and ripped the other to shreds with his bare hands, bellowin’ and hollerin’.  ‘Is destruction was beautiful, even if the blood frothin’ from ‘is mouth was mine; but the show was quickly over as ‘e decided it was goin’ to be better stompin’ and crashin’ through the jungle in the middle of the night before me blood could work its magic on killin’ ‘im.”

“I knew I ‘ad a few days before Morty would be clear-headed, if not just drop dead, so I went home to tend to me wound.  Couldn’t risk an infection, Thrall mouths aren’t always clean, you know.  Luckily, me seabuddy got me cleaned up and healed real quick and I was out in the jungle with mud soakin’ through me sneakers the very next evenin’.  Just as I thought, trackin’ a gigantic, hissin’ mad thrall through the brush would be easier than pluckin’ the eyes out of a chokin’ human.  Massive trees snapped like toothpicks, leaves ripped to shreds, animals and people’s mangled corpses littered ‘is trail.  Then I ‘eard it, a rumblin’ of labored breathin’, I pulled back some of the underbrush and could see the great beast slumped over, blood trailin’ out of ‘is eyes, nose and mouth, tryin’ to breath through flooded lungs.  Bloody idiot killed ‘imself when ‘e bit me, and that wouldn’t do.  Morty deserved a more fantastic death than this, and I ‘ad to think quickly before me venom could finish it’s work and I didn’t have me killin’ kit on me.”  Pendles frowned and shrugged before taking another sip of his mostly melted drink.

“What I did have were a couple of smoke bombs and me two limbs. So I fiddled with one of me bombs to ‘ave more of a ‘boom’ and approached Mortus.  Graspin’ one of ‘is ‘orns in me hand, I opened his foul mouth and shoved the bomb and me arm down his throat as far as it would go.  It was absolutely disgustin’, all slimy and tight, but once I set off the bomb, I jerked me arm out and ‘alf of ‘is throat went with it.  Morty was surely dead before the bomb went off, sendin’ his guts flyin’ like a beached whale.  It was glorious.” Pendles smiled proudly.  “And since I only broke ‘is jaw and not ‘is skull, I got a real fancy new trophy out of the ordeal.”

Pendles finished his drink, and set the empty glass on the counter before looking back at his companion, and realized that he didn’t know their name.  “My apologies, mate.  Look at me chattin’ your fins off and I ‘adn’t even caught your name.  ‘ow rude of me. Me name’s Pendles, and you are?”

#archived #wanted to be able to link it to stuff without hopping onto docs #sorry for dash clutter!

[jinjojess]

NDRV3 Hoshi FTE 1

Next up we’ve got my boy Hoshi’s first FTE from Chapter 1.

Hoshi: ...Looks like you’re not heedin’ my warning, huh.

Hoshi: Either that...or you’re one’a those weirdos who’s got an interest in killers.

Akamatsu: What should I do? Should I hang out with Hoshi-kun?

Hoshi: Hmph... I seriously can’t tell if you’re bold or just thick...

Hoshi: Well, whatever. It’s not like we can talk about anything important...

Akamatsu: Hoshi-kun and I passed the time rambling away...

Akamatsu: It seems like I’ve gotten a little closer to Hoshi-kun...

Will you give Hoshi Ryouma a present?

Hammock The bedding everyone longs to use at least once, which can be strung up between two poles or trees. Netting type.

Hoshi: Hmph. This ain’t bad.

Hoshi: Now this is somethin’ I can use to relax. I’ll take it--much obliged.

Akamatsu: *sigh*

Hoshi: What’s with that deep sigh?

Hoshi: If you’re tired, why don’t you quit chattin’ with me and go back to your room?

Akamatsu: Ah...sorry. It’s not that I’m tired...

Hoshi: Aren’t you? Bein’ caught up in this situation where you've got no clue what’s going on...it’d be weirder if you were calm.

Hoshi: ...Well, don’t worry ‘bout it.

Akamatsu: Okay...

Akamatsu: Ah, if only there was at least one animal here, it’d be really soothing, you know?

Hoshi: There’s a bunch of bears around, ain’t there?

Akamatsu: ...I don’t want to count them.

Hoshi: Hmph. Well at the very least, they aren’t animals that’ll soothe you.

Akamatsu: Right?

Akamatsu: *sigh* I wonder if there isn’t a soft, fuzzy one around somewhere...

Hoshi: Hmph. I know how you feel. The minute you touch ‘em, you forget all about the tough parts of life...

Akamatsu: You like animals too, Hoshi-kun?

Hoshi: ...Well, I don’t hate ‘em.

Akamatsu: I wonder...? Does your expression get softer when you talk about animals?

Hoshi: Wha?!

Akamatsu: Ah, bull’s eye?

Hoshi: ...Tch, surprised me into a confession, huh. Nice job, kid.

Akamatsu: All I did was tell the truth. It was written all over your face that you like animals, Hoshi-kun.

Akamatsu: So, what kind of animals do you like?

Hoshi: ...Cats’re my favorite. At least, I used to have one.

Akamatsu: Really?! Hoshi-kun, you have a cat?

Hoshi: I had one. When I went into the pen, I passed ‘im off to a guy I knew.

Akamatsu: Oh, I see...

Hoshi: I used to pet ‘im all the time after tennis practice.

Hoshi: He was an amazing, obedient little guy... He could tell when I was feelin’ tired, and he’d come over to be babied.

Hoshi: He had great fur...so fluffy... Watchin’ ‘im go to town on catnip really calmed me down...

Akamatsu: Hoshi-kun’s expression has totally relaxed. That’s how much he likes cats.

(Went with my heart on this one and chose “I bet he’s waiting for you, Hoshi-kun.” The others are “I’m going to get a cat too!” and “Like I thought, fluffy cats are the best.”)

Akamatsu: I bet your cat is waiting for you, Hoshi-kun.

Hoshi: I wonder. I heard that cats forget about anything nice you did for ‘em after three days.

Akamatsu: That’s just something people say. There’s no way a cat would forget a person who loved them.

Akamatsu: If you don’t go see them, they die of loneliness. Like rabbits, you know?

Hoshi: ...Hmph, rabbits dying of loneliness sounds like somethin’ people’d say.

Akamatsu: Huh? Really?!

Hoshi: ...But I get it. If by some chance I get out of the pen, I’ll try goin’ to see ‘im.

Akamatsu: At any rate...you playing with a cat... You have a surprisingly cute side, huh.

Hoshi: For cripe’s sake... Don’t go makin’ judgements about me based on looks.

You got a bond shard!

I am so tired, but I will persevere.

#DR3 #NDRV3 #V3 #Hoshi Ryouma #FTE #translations #V3 spoilers #long post #again #center formatting will come later #it's too late now

[naysmusings-blog]

Annaliese

Really? You’re tired? *he half slurs, trying not to stumble too much to give away his drunkenness. He was certainly drunk, but he could also see how irritated you were and that he was the reason. Even so, he held no sympathy; he didn’t want to be there and he was sure you noticed that so he felt he had every right to do what he had to in order to endure the party* You weren’t tired when you were chattin’ it up with Samantha from accounting. *It was definitely the alcohol, but he couldn’t find his filter anymore. He didn’t like fighting with you, but he had been holding his feelings in all night for your sake* Seriously, baby. I’m not dumb and nor are you. You don’t like that I got a few drinks, but if I’m gonna stand there third-wheeling you all night to some pricks in Polo, I’m gonna need a few damn drinks. You know this. *he bites out, his fingers fumbling as they work on the buttons on his shirt to no avail* -Joel

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I know what my husband looks like, Harry! *I half shout, ripping my arm from his grasp. I knew he was trying to help, but his presence was proving to just be more irritating and upsetting than anything. I suddenly find myself back up in emotion, gripped with anger* How could you ask me that? I know what I saw! *Just at the mention of what I saw, I choke up all over again and my voice lowers itself to a wavering whisper* It was Harvey. No one is allowed in his office except for me. And- And her. She kissed him, and he held her when she did. A-And he cleared his throat when I stepped in, Harry. I watched the whole thing. *My face contorts as I feel more sobs making their way from the pits of my stomach* I- I can’t— What do I tell the girls?! I can’t live there with him. How could he do this to me, the- the girls?! *I him in a bit of a panic* Harry, I’m gonna kill him. *I finalize in a voice of resolve, stopping in front of him* I’m pouring all of his Cabernet on the white rug a-and selling everything! *I spit, trying to think of anything I could to hurt Harvey* -Annaliese

Then don’t come again. I’m so sorry I made you endure a party, Joel. I’m so sorry you had to stand next to me and be a part of my work life for a few measly hours. I’m so fucking sorry. Why did I even ask you to go? What in the world was I thinking? God, kill me now for doing such an unthinkable thing. *my voice was drenched in sarcasm as I bite back at his words, so annoyed at him right now. We led different lives and lived in two different worlds, but I’d be more than willing to go to a show of his and enjoy myself and be there for him. But he couldn’t just suck up his own pride for 3 hours with me, for me* I’ll return the suit tomorrow, don’t you dare puke in it. I know how pukey you get on whiskey. *I walk upstairs to take a shower, my blood boiling. I walk into our bedroom, grabbing two pillows and a fuzzy blanket, throwing them back downstairs to where Joel was standing* The couch pulls out into a bed. Have a great night. *I walk back into the bedroom, closing the door behind me, wanting to scream with how angry I was*

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No no no, that is definitely not the right thought process right there. *he shakes his head and grabs your shoulders, trying to bring you back to Earth and center you a bit* You’re allowed to be angry, you’re allowed to even hit him real good, but do not stoop to the level of ruining his stuff. Obviously if you go through a divorce, you don’t want a nasty one because you may end up with nothing... Harvey is very influential and very fucking rich and he can easily take everything -- including the girls -- away from you in an instant. So, don’t be rash. Just... be mature and go about this maturely, even if you don’t want too. It’s best for you and this whole fucked up situation. *he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket. he doesn’t bother to answer it, figuring it was probably Harvey, asking why the 2 of us left in such a hurry* Let me get you home, okay? Then I’ll come back for the girls because I doubt father dearest in there will want them around for any longer than that. Does that sound okay?

#anna & harry — i can't help falling in love with you #renee & joel — don't leave me stray i'm just a dog without you #submission