#however I'd already let him know I wasn't doing good and kind of expected him to maybe take the initiative and ask me to hang out

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The Lady - 6

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader

Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.

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You shot a glare at Bucky, who only chuckled in response.

Linking his arm with yours, Bucky suggested, "Let's go meet them together."

Rosie was taken aback when she spotted Bucky.

"I woke up today and still don't see the other half, Princess," Bucky quipped.

Maintaining her composure, Rosie replied, "You're too impatient. My assistant just delivered it to your club."

"Ooh, then I hope you like the service," Bucky retorted with a smirk.

"Impeccable," Rosie replied smoothly, before turning her gaze to you. She tilted her head slightly and added, "I always sensed that you're an adventurous person. I admire your work. I felt comfortable when I found out you're part of this."

You hadn't expected such a compliment from her. While you had met Rosie a few times before, you always felt a sense of superiority from her.

Surrounded by Eddie and Freddie, you never felt out of place. But when Rosie, with her royal blood as a princess, joined the group, the dynamic shifted, and the boys seemed to adopt a more regal demeanor.

Despite your ability to keep up with them, there were times during the summer when you preferred to retreat to Rupert's empty mansion.

You leaned in closer to Rosie and whispered, "Why did you do it?"

Rosie leaned in, her voice barely audible as she replied, "That man doesn't fit to be the future King. It wasn't me who wants him dead. I only lent a hand."

As Rosie spoke, you realized that the relationships within the royal family were even more intricate than you had imagined.

"Some people like your work," Rosie continued. "And I think you will get another client."

Bucky puffed out his chest proudly upon hearing this, nudging your shoulder. "You hear that? Encore."

However, you didn't share Bucky's excitement. While the client may have admired your work, you couldn't find any pride in the situation.

Excusing yourself, you stated, "I need to see my mom and Charlotte."

Once you were at a distance, you pulled out your phone and dialed the family lawyer, Cedric. "Cedric, we need to meet."

#########

Back at the Evergreen Estate.

Cedric informed you, "The debt you have to pay is 3 million." You requested him to find out everything about the debt, unwilling to rely solely on Bucky, as you suspected he wasn't giving you the complete picture.

Lighting a cigar, you took a few puffs in silence as Cedric continued. "The first 4 million already got paid with the building that Bucky used as his club."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That place used to be Rupert's?" Bucky's mention of Rupert profiting suddenly made sense.

Cedric confirmed with a nod. "With 5 jobs done with Barnes, you have completed 2. That means only 3 are left."

Leaning back in your leather chair, you tapped your fingers thoughtfully. "I don't want to finish the rest. I'll just give him the money. But I also don't want to use the money from savings."

Understanding your dilemma, Cedric pondered briefly before suggesting, "Selling the assets will take a while since the deadline to pay the debts is near. What about selling an artwork?"

His suggestion lightened your burden slightly. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, you inquired, "What artwork does Rupert have?"

Cedric's response was impressive. "One of a kind. One original artworks by DaVinci, Monet, and Van Gogh. One painting is worth more than 1 million pounds."

You nodded in agreement. "Good. Sell those. But will the transaction be quick?"

Confidently, Cedric nodded. "I know some people."

"Then, get all you need. You can have 10% from each artwork," you decided, showing trust in his abilities.

Cedric hesitated, "Your Grace, are you sure you want to let go of the paintings?"

You shrugged, unaffected. "I do explosions for a living, Cedric. I don't have the sentiment to admire a painting."

With a bow of his head, Cedric accepted your decision and left.

As you watched him depart, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders. At least tonight, you could block any calls from Bucky.

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For two days, you relished in the tranquility of the countryside, finally having the chance to appreciate the simple joys of life. Breakfast with tea, a luxury you never had time for in your military days, now became a cherished routine as the head of the household.

But your peace was shattered when your mother, Susan, entered with a gloomy expression. “I saw some paintings taken down from the wall. Do you know the reason why, my dear?”

You remained focused on your newspaper, not bothering to look up. “I sold them.”

Susan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? Why would you do that? Those masterpieces have adorned this house for years.”

Without lifting your gaze, you replied curtly, “So you’re more concerned about the paintings than paying off our debt?”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Flipping the newspaper page, you continued, “I’m the head of this household now, and I have full rights to do as I please, Mother. I refuse to be burdened by debts while you stand idly by.”

You added, a hint of frustration in your tone, “It’s better to sell the paintings than to risk losing the house, don’t you think?”

Susan gasped, taken aback by your audacity. She turned on her heels and stormed out of the room.

The tension lingered in the air, but you remained resolute in your decision, knowing it was necessary for your family's survival.

While the butler of the house remained stoic, devoid of any emotion like you, he asked, “Do you want a cup of coffee, Your Grace?”

You replied, “Yes, please. That would be great.”

The bitterness of the coffee offered a temporary escape from the turmoil caused by your childish mother.

But it seemed the universe had other plans, denying you the chance to find peace. You heard a familiar voice, the harbinger of your nightmares. “Make it two, please.”

Bucky entered with his usual high energy, greeting, “Good morning.”

Without awaiting your permission, he took a seat beside you. “So, last night someone came to my club and brought a briefcase with 3 million pounds inside. It's to pay off Rupert’s debt.”

You took a sip of the coffee. “Yes, that means our association has ended.”

Bucky's expression softened. “First of all, thank you for settling the debt on time. But it pains me to lose a friend.”

You retorted, “Find another one.”

Bucky sighed. “Don't want to. You're one of a kind.”

You acknowledged his compliment but remained firm. “I appreciate your words, but I have no desire to utilize my expertise in such a manner again.”

Bucky nodded understandingly. “Alright, I understand. But I don't want our friendship to end. And we're also business partners.”

He raised his coffee cup, proposing a toast. “To our new beginning.”

You pushed aside your coffee cup, the porcelain clinking against the saucer, echoing the heavy tension in the room. Every visit from Bucky seemed to herald trouble, and today was no exception. "Every time you come here, you bring bad news."

Bucky shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an underlying tension in his posture, a sense of unease that matched your own. "Not this time," he insisted, but his words did little to assuage the growing apprehension in the air.

"Hmm." Your response was clipped, your mind already racing with dread-filled possibilities.

'Ring.' It was Eddie.

The sudden intrusion of the ringing phone shattered the fragile calm, jolting you and Bucky out of your uneasy silence. You answered, your hand trembling ever so slightly. "Hello?"

"I've got bad news."

The words from Eddie on the other end of the line felt like a confirmation of your worst fears. The room seemed to constrict around you, the air growing heavy with tension.

"What is it?" Your voice wavered slightly, betraying the anxiety that clenched at your chest.

"Charles. He got into a problem with the wrong people."

Your heart sank. The implications of Eddie's words hit you like a physical blow, sending a shiver of fear down your spine.

"How bad is it?" You struggled to maintain composure, but the panic threatened to overwhelm you.

"He's tangled up with a cocaine syndicate."

"Oh no." The words escaped your lips in a hushed whisper, laden with fear and dread.

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ADAM'S AWESOME MIX — Adam Warlock

Summary: Adam is the new addition to the Guardians. Despite your disliking for him after what he caused, Rocket helps both to get along together.

Pairing: Adam x ex avenger!human!reader (no gender specified).

Warnings: little angst, some fluff. GotG vol. 3 spoilers. Language. Enemies to friends to lovers trope.

Word count: 1.8k.

Notes: this is longer than I expected whoops. Thank you to the anon who sent this idea, hope you like this! I picked some songs to write this fic that I truly recommend bc I love them a lot 🤲😞

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"Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl. 'Cause it hurts like hell". i. Underground by David Bowie.

You were not the one to deny a second chance to anyone who needed it. However, this time things seemed different.

Adam was in Knowhere with the crew, so that meant he had to get along with everyone, including yourself. Not being fond of the idea, you tried to avoid the golden boy as much as it was possible for you.

Grateful you were he saved Peter, that was certain. But your heart wasn't sure of giving your trust to the sovereign. Not after what Rocket went through a couple of weeks ago.

"Mind giving him a chance?" the Raccoon once said, while cleaning his guns after a mission.

You were left alone in the Bowie, so Rocket thought it was a good chance to talk to you about him. As the captain, he knew you were hesitant about Adam's staying in Knowhere and near the team. Immediately, your eyes felt watery at the words of your friend.

"He almost got you killed," you said, with fists tight. "Why are you so fond of him after what happened?"

Rocket sighed.

"Listen, I'm sure he never asked to be built the way he is. I know that more than anyone in this place. He deserves a second chance to know who the hell he is and do the right thing, and that's what we're doing, like it or not."

The Raccoon finished the cleaning of his guns and walked outside the ship, without letting you give an answer, not that you had one anyway. You just followed him and Adam was already waiting for Rocket, with his new suit, looking all-mighty, and as you always tried to avoid him, it seemed it was hopeless.

"Adam, thanks for waiting! Why don't you go with Y/n for a walk? I'm sure you'll learn a lot of things about Knowhere and human culture," Rocket announced with a joyful voice as if the previous conversation never happened between you two inside the ship.

Adam seemed caught off guard as much as you did but he said nothing as the Raccoon looked at him directly. Adam nodded energetically. His face gave away all his thoughts and his feet would not move from its place.

"Great enthusiasm! Y/n, go ahead! And that's captain's orders," Rocket said, walking away from you and the golden boy, who remained in the same place with what seemed a scared face.

Carefully, you came closer to Adam and an uncomfortable smile formed on your lips.

"I guess I can teach you some things about Knowhere and humans..."

Adam gave a gentle smile. "I'd love that."

"But before we start, I want to say I don't like you around, so I would truly appreciate you don't screw up this time. You're lucky Rocket is here, either I wouldn't be this kind."

Sadness took over the golden boy, his heart aching for some reason he didn't quite understand yet. He didn't mean to do what he did, he was just following orders and a foreign purpose, but you wouldn't take that as an excuse, would you?

"I promise I won't, thank you for everything."

You nodded at his words and immediately regretted saying this, but you had to set up boundaries before things got worse.

"The answer is in clear view, it's amazing what you'll find face to face". ii. Face to Face by Daft Punk.

And things did get worse.

But not in the way you thought they would be.

You were starting to like Adam. He showed you the way he saw life and reality through his eyes and short understanding. You also noticed the way he cared about Blurp, the small creature he adopted, and that was something that hit you. As weeks passed by, you would report to Rocket how the process of Adam's learning and adaptation to Knowhere and society in the galaxy was going.

Much to say, Rocket was starting to feel proud of how you were handling the difficult situation he put you through. The change in Adam was noticeable as time went by. You taught him about manners, human culture, books, music, and anything he found interesting and would ask a lot about every time he had the chance.

One night, you sat together on the rooftop of the old buildings where your quarters were located, Blurp sleeping by his side peacefully. Drax and Nebula were teaching some personal defense to the rescued kids in the city, and let's say observing them was one of Adam's favorite hobbies. Still, you wondered why he found small things and interactions so fascinating.

"Drax is very fatherly," Adam said and his eyes crinkled at how big his smile was.

"He is," you agreed. The golden boy noticed the sudden change on your face as if you longed for something.

"Did you have a father back on Earth?"

You avoided his gaze at his sudden question. Adam sensed a weird feeling coming from you.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he apologized softly and you thought that was nice coming from him.

"It's okay," you whispered and after a moment of silence, you decided to speak. "I just- I lost everything. That's why I came here. A lot of my friends are gone, and I don't recall my family at all, I just knew them as my family."

Adam nodded and he hesitated to take your hand, lying on the ground. You were sitting so close, but instead of trying to get any contact from you, he followed your conversation.

"I heard from Rocket the name of your old team. He said you were a lot of help when Thanos appeared."

"Well, yeah, we did a lot of things," you chuckled to ease the situation. A small part of you wanted to ask about his people, but you decided to let him talk freely. "There was a lot of shit happening on Earth. But tell me more about you, could you? I've been saying a lot these past days, is your turn."

"I don't know if there's a lot to say about me, though," he joked. You smiled.

"Well, we have all night."

"All I know is that to me you look like you're lots of fun, open up your loving arms, watch out, here I come." iii. You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead Or Alive

After a few weeks, you accepted finally you liked Adam. Maybe a little more than that. Strange sensations you stopped feeling years ago appeared once again every time you were together. Denial was the first step, but you couldn't get through it, and the cliche butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he started to come to your quarters for his weekly lessons about culture and behavior.

When you became his teacher it was unknown to you, but you liked it and Adam loved learning new things as much as he loved spending time with you. He loved your company as much as he loved music, so since Peter sent a few things a couple of days ago from Earth, you decided to share a special gift with Adam after he stopped his prattling about the last book he read.

"So, maybe you know Peter sent us some stuff from Earth, so I wanted to give you something that I think you will love a lot," you announced taking a small box out of the cabinet.

Adam received it in his hands carefully and opened the box to find a small strange device. "What is this?"

"That's an mp3 player, and you can listen to music with it. Anywhere you go."

His eyes went wide open and a smile formed on his lips, resting his arms on the desk with the player and the small headphones in his hand. You turned it on and helped him to put on the headphones. Peter had created some playlists, so you picked the first one on the list and a song began to play.

Adam marveled at it.

"This is amazing!" he laughed. He picked one of the headphones and gave it to you, so you could hear the music as well. You Spin Me Round by Dead Or Alive was playing.

"I haven't heard this song in such a long time," you beamed, remembering your life on Earth. The weird urgency of dancing was growing on your body.

Adam got lost in the mp3 in his hands. He thought he discovered another dimension, something that would make him feel different, more like you. And it was heartwarming. He loved how you made him feel, how you two grew up to understand each other, the way you would listen to him whenever he had to talk about the tiniest thing he learned on the day... You certainly got him wrapped around your finger and you never noticed.

When the song finished, he stopped the playlist, taking off the headphone from his ear and you did the same.

"Thanks," he never stopped smiling. "This means a lot to me."

"Take care of it, we won't have a new one in some time," you joked.

Adam chuckled, placing the player on its box.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did."

"Yeah, I mean- we didn't have a good start-"

"That's in the past, okay? Let's just move on and I'm so sorry for being an asshole," you took his hand with yours, he seemed shocked by your small action as you locked your eyes with his. "This is more important."

Adam nodded with a smile, "I agree with that."

There it was again, that same feeling in your stomach, screaming and aching for you to make a movement. His loving golden eyes never looked away from you, and you came closer carefully until your lips brushed his cheek softly. Adam's gold skin heated up, he realized he liked the contact of your hand on his skin and your lips on his cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, afraid he might decline.

He read about kisses in books before, and he wondered how they felt. So without a word, he nodded and you leaned until you kissed him. And he kissed back, as shy as he could be. Adam hesitated for a moment, but he slowly melted into your confident and experienced touch, grinning into the kiss.

Once you separated, Adam held your hand strongly without letting you go.

"Wow," he breathed. "Can I kiss you back?"

"Kiss me as many times as you want," you giggled softly and pecked his lips. "We should make a playlist, especially for you, I will help you with that. Peter said he put hundreds of songs in this thing."

This was his turn to peck your lips gently with a smile on his face.

"Feeling excited already!"

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 5 - An Aggressive Gentleness || Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

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Summary: Everyone knows Hangman is good, but you'll have a chance to discover that he simultaneously has a bit of a persuasive streak as well.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, spanking)

Word count: 2325

Author: Rouge

A/N: the the prompt for today is: Spanking

Jake "Hangman" Seresin was one of the world's greatest and most successful pilots. He was a known womanizer, and he had as many downed planes as broken hearts among all the women he dated.

Yet, ever since you joined his team, he couldn't take his gaze away from you; you were not only a beautiful, young woman, but you also had a strong personality.

"I know there's a big age gap between you and me, Y/N," he said as the two of you finished the bottle of red wine that night, sitting together on the pier over the ocean. "But I really want to take you out. Would you be interested in having dinner with me one evening?" 

As a result, you both agreed to meet for dinner a few days later.

Despite your expectations, the dinner ended up being much more enjoyable than you expected. It sounded too good to be true. You teased, playing with your glass, "Maybe Hangman isn't such an asshole as everyone thinks."

You could feel his knee against yours under the table as you sat there staring and smiling at each other, your hand in his.

Of course, it could have been an accident at first, but when it returned, went away, and then returned again, all doubt was removed. It was done on purpose as a signal, a kind of request, to emphasize the request for a date. Again, perhaps a little old-fashioned, but extremely intimate and alluring.

Jake let out a little sigh, observing your face carefully as he said, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"If I didn't interact with you on a daily basis and while on duty, I'd say you're an asshole," you concluded, scrunching your face. "You are charming, but you are a total asshole. However, I don't regret our dinner together."

Jake was certain he knew the game because he'd played it before; he was obviously used to dealing with stroppy little bitches like you. He was well aware of what you were doing and what you were up to. He seemed to be able to read you, understand what you were thinking.

He kept gently rubbing your palm and pressing his knee firmly against yours as he looked you in the eyes. "You have the most enticing eyes, Y/N," he murmured as he gazed deep into them.

A cocky smile spread across your face as you made a small yhym sound and rested your chin on your palm. "Just like the last girl, I'm sure." 

Since it wasn't the first time you heard those sweet words, you already knew what they meant. This was a popular saying among guys as if it were a kind of spell.

"I can see through your eyes that you are a passionate, intense woman. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. I notice a lot about you." As he accelerated, his foot landed on yours and ran up the side of your calf. You were his type, there was no doubt. This became especially apparent when his knee pressed firmly against your closed knees at first, then even more so after a moment or two.

You sighed heavily and decided to stop him. "I have to be honest with you - sweet nothings don't appeal to me at all. I've heard these things too many times to believe them."

Jake drew your hand to his lips. "Come to my flat, Y/N, and let me love you there," he said as he licked the back of your hand and looked you in the eyes.

“If you stop acting so weirdly sweet, I'll go with you."

Jake gave you a brief nod in response.

You took a cab to his apartment. It was a second-floor walk-up flat in a fairly large town house, nicely furnished in that fading elegant style that appeals to the well-to-do and aristocracy.

Hangman turned on one lamp but not the others. The street lights cast a nice, dim, romantic glow on the large lounge. He made no pretense that this was anything other than a sexual encounter. He didn't make small talk, offer you a drink, or request that you sit. None of that was necessary; he and you both knew it. You were there for one and only one reason - to have sex.

As Jake kissed you passionately, he took you in his arms. There was no preamble or asking permission; it was a wonderful kiss. As he held you tight, he moulded your bodies together and his lips found yours. While your lips touched, your mouths were closed, but as you pressed them together they slowly opened. As he licked your lips, he ran his tongue along your gums, over your teeth and into your mouth. Unlike the Hangman everyone used to know, he was patient, slow, methodical, and amazingly erotic. You could feel Hangman's hands running up and down your back.His hands fiddled with your bra strap, the waistband of your short denim skirt, which was just a whisker below your pubis line and the top of your bum crease, and the hem of the white, loose, short-sleeved top. 

Jake took your hand and led you to his bedroom.

The room was quite small, but it had a double bed. Although it was dim, you could still see each other. Standing beside the bed, Jake held your hand as you faced each other. Bringing your palm up to his mouth, he kissed its top; he took one of your fingers and softly sucked it, earning a moan from you.

You didn't speak, you'd gone beyond words, they simply weren't needed.

It wasn't long before Jake let go of your hand and stepped back a few feet. With his eyes glistening in the dim light flowing in the room from a streetlamp, he began undoing the button of his heavy, cotton, khaki shirt. Having fully undone his shirt, his fingers were now undoing his leather pleated belt. He was so confident and so assured, which you found very sexy and enchanting. Still, he didn't take his eyes off of you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N.”

Reaching downwards, you grasped the hem of your top. You saw approval in his eyes as his belt came undone and he slowly pushed his zip down. Between the opened edges of his shirt, you could see that his chest was toned and muscular.

You both dropped your tops as if on cue. Jake's eyes wandered over your chest, focusing more and more on your round breasts, almost making you squirm with desire. Through Jake's masterful gaze, you became more receptive to his unspoken persuasions.

The silence was broken by Jake. His erection was evident and clear and gave him absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever. As you dropped your bra, he sighed, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N. What are you waiting for? Go on."

Undoing the brass button on the skirt, you slid the short zip down. The skirt slid down your legs as you wriggled it over your bum and hips. A surge of high-octane arousal surged through you when you looked into Hangman's hungry eyes. You soon pushed your panties down your legs as well.

As Jake took off his boxer shorts, his hardened erection rested proudly against his well-built abdomen.

Seresin reached for your hand, the one holding your panties, as you stood completely naked in front of him. He gently pulled them away from you. His eyes bore deep into yours as he rubbed his nose on the gusset, taking deep breaths as he did so, making animalistic noises at the same time. After that, he used your panties in a rather extravagant manner, rubbing them around his balls and up and down his erection without any embarrassment at all. As if to say don't you dare complain, he stared intently into your eyes before cupping his balls in your panties and rolling them around before pushing the silky underwear back across his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him, pressing himself against you, moulding your bodies into one. As he cupped your round bum in his strong hands, his cock squirmed against you. Jake squeezed and kneaded your buttocks all the while kissing you hungrily; he stroked your bum, pinched it, rubbed it, and caressed it.

As you got your hand between your bodies, your fingers tingled with desire as they ran up and down his erection. It was everything an erection should be; hard, warm, smooth and slightly throbbing. 

You then went to bed.

Jake carefully positioned you on your front and laid beside you. The hand that wasn't tugging your hair had slipped down your back and reached your bum. He stroked it and squeezed it. Jake whispered, "You have the most glorious arse I've ever seen," as he stroked it softly. All he had done when you were standing beside the bed was repeated, but he now focused more on your cheeks. After easing your legs apart, he parted your bottom's cheeks. He spent ages running his fingers up and down that sensual groove, on, over and past your extra sensitive entrance to your anus, on the base of your spine in one direction and into your fully soaked pussy in the other.

All hell broke loose within your body and mind. You could not help but notice as your body shook with the various sensations that you were cumming without any form of penetration, without your sensitive clit being rubbed or your pussy's lips being stroked. “Jake!” You managed to whimper loudly, nuzzling your face into one of his pillows.

Jake smacked your bottom several times. Not that hard and not that much, but enough to make your bum sting and for you to recognise what he was doing. Nevertheless, the combination of the pain from him pulling your hair, the stinging from where he'd spanked your bottom and the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers made you cum, very heavily indeed.

You hadn't even finished your orgasm fully when Hangman turned you over. After what he'd just done to you, your pussy was still tender, and your breasts and nipples were still pulsating. As he moved up and held his cock against your lips, you willingly opened your arms and wrapped them around his hips. 

The moment he bucked his hips, forcing his dick completely into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around his rock-hard erection, gagging yourself.

Jake's hand hit your bottom quite hard, so much so that it jerked your head from his cock as Hangman turned you to your side a little, to gain better access to your bum. In a matter of seconds, he hit you twice. 

Putting his cock back in your mouth, you grunted. Each thwack and smack was probably harder than the last. He spread them over both cheeks. Pumping his girth in and out of your mouth, you gagged, reaching out to massage his balls.

Jake grunted lowly as he hardened. Seresin hit you several more times after he realized you weren't opposed to what he had been doing. Now he was doing it harder, and it was stinging, but not too painful. It was amazing to see that each time he smacked your ass, and since he'd found a sort of rhythm, his cock began to jerk inside your mouth. His hardening and growth increased with each smack. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me,” he grunted, taking a fistful of Y/H/C hair, tugging on it a little. He was now spanking you with a steady series of blows that covered every inch of each cheek and occasionally drifted down to your thighs. Between each blow, his hand gently fondled your asscheek. 

With that gentleness combined with the aggression of the spanking, you experienced sensations you hadn't felt before. While Hangman grunted and groaned and mumbled how wonderful you were and what a magnificent bottom you had, you sighed and moaned at the pleasure you were receiving, taking his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop sound.

Jake then fucked you. Straightforward, you on your back, him on top, your legs wide open and wrapped around him. Jake’s thrusts were fast and strong; his bed was swinging with each of them. It was quite quick and hard. Like the expert he was turning out to be, he didn't offer or ask for more foreplay. After what Jake had gone on so far there was no need for more and he seemed to be acutely aware of that. He didn't need to get you wet and you didn't need to get him hard, what you'd been doing for the past half hour or so had done both of those necessities. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, digging your nails into his back, rolling your head back on his pillow. “Fuck you, Hangman! You’re so fucking good!”

“I’m good, Y/N,” Jake grunted into your ear, instantly turning his head to suck hardly on your exposed neck. “I’m very fucking good.” You were obviously soaked and your lips were bloated from the blood that rushed to them during the previous orgasms. No complaints, just a straightforward hard and fast fuck and that, to be honest, was what you truly wanted. 

After cumming together, Jake laid on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his weight, then rubbed your cheeks and neck with his kisses. “Do you want to stay for the night?” He asked simply, rubbing his nose against yours.

Nodding to him, you slipped your hands into his hair and massaged his scalp. "Yes."

Despite his nakedness, Jake kissed you one last time before getting up from the bed. "I'll bring a pillow and towel for you."

As his thick, sticky cum ran down your inner thighs, you rubbed them together and bit your lower lip. You definitely had the best fuck of your life.

#hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin smut #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #hangman x you #hangman smut #top gun x reader #top gun x you #top gun smut #top gun maverick smut #hangman top gun #tgm fic #paperpanda kinktober #kinktober 2022

[12romy]

Hiiiiiii, ive come to beg for Sewis crumbs

I'd appreciate one of them being a WAG or Lewis in pretty clothes but anything Sewis would do 🥺

Hiiiii sorry I took so long with this one!!! Here, you get both wishes! It's a little short but I hope you will like it! Thank you for the inspiring prompt that allows me to put Lewis in a skirt 😌

Enjoy!

Sebastian like to think that, for once, he looked good in his suit. It was something simple, a clear blue tuxedo, but at it fit him perfectly. A big improvement compared to his old suits.

Lewis had insisted, and Seb would do anything for him, even if it involved going to a very fancy party, wearing a fitting suit, and playing the WAG the whole evening. It was their first outing as a couple, and Lewis, dramatic as he was, had picked the MET Gala for that.

Seb had yet to see Lewis, who had locked himself with two designers in the room next to theirs to get ready. Seb hadn't been allowed inside until Lewis was ready, and it had already been two hours.

He didn't know what to expect for his outfit, but he knew if would involve some kind of clear blue, since they were supposed to be matching.

He was not ready for it, however, when the door opened.

Lewis was wearing a transparent shirt, with short sleeves, which left all the tattoos on his chest on display. Seb couldn't see the tattoos on his arms, however, because they were hidden under some blue ribbons that were wrapped around his arms. The ribbons were part of the other piece of the outfit.

The skirt.

It was a long skirt that fell all the way to his feet, silky and high on the waist, where the ribbon were connected to. The skirt itself was made with fabric folded on itself that gave the outfit a beautiful twirling, messy mouvement of sort.

"Wow," Sebastian breathed out. Lewis was also wearing matching blue mascara, two heavy silver necklaces, and delicates earrings that dangled on his ears. For once, his braids were undid, a few strand of curly hair framing his face but most of it held into a bun.

"You like it?" Lewis asked shyly.

"Baby, you're gorgeous," Sebastian smiled, crossing the distance between them to kiss him.

"Wait, I've got lipstick!" Lewis protested, and now that he mentionned it, Sebastian noticed how shiny his lips looked. So shiny, and so enticing.

"Not gonna stop me," he declared, and kissed his right on the lips despite his protests. "I love you."

"I love you too," Lewis answered, ducking his head, and Sebastian his blush wasn't due to makeup. "Let's go, or we'll be late."

"It's okay to be late, it's fashionable," Seb replied, kissing him some more. He was in no hurry.

"Well if we keep on being fashionably late, we'll just be late, so let's get going," Lewis said, putting a stop to Seb's kisses.

"Promise me I'll be the one to undress you, tonight," he pleaded.

"Who else?" Lewis laughed, taking his hand and pulling him toward the exit.

At least, Sebastian had something to look forward to.

*****

Thanks for reading <33

You can find here the image that Lewis' outfit is based on (the one on the right)

#sewis #my fic #f1 rpf #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟴 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Gil's dad is a real psycho, poor Gibby ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

When I headed for Rhodolite, I had only the faintest of hopes of meeting the little rabbit.

I never intended to bring her back to Obsidian.

When the rose that tells the time, which is said to be used in the selection of the king, falls, the farewell will surely come.

However, for some reason, the thought that Akatsuki might make it impossible for me to see the little rabbit for the rest of my life made me act in a way that was inexplicable even to myself.

(I never thought I would bring Little Bunny to such a dirty place.)

The castle of Obsidian, the land of deceit and corruption, is painted with blood, unlike the castle of the land of roses.

In the square where we are walking now, as many people as there are stars have been executed at the sole discretion of the Emperor.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Gilbert: "... Al... bert…"

Gilbert: "Mother…?"

Gilbert: "Ah—..."

Gilbert: "...... AAAAAH!"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(... I knew this place wouldn't suit you.)

(This is not the kind of place for Little Bunny to live.)

I shake off the clinging memories and put on my usual smile.

Gilbert: "The first thing you want to do when you get to Obsidian is have an audience with the Emperor, right? You're so serious."

Emma: "… Since I'll be staying here, I thought I should say hello."

(… I wonder if Chevalier told her to go find out what's going on inside.)

Inviting the little rabbit into the bosom means that the information will eventually reach Chevalier, who is behind it.

It's a pain, but considering it's in exchange for the time I spend with the little rabbit, I'd say it's an equal price to pay.

Gilbert: "—…It's already midnight, but that's okay."

We walk around the square with the little rabbit's small hand in tow.

I just want to pull her away from this place as soon as possible, and I just can't help but quicken my steps.

Gilbert: "I'll let you meet him."

Emma: "Uh…"

Gilbert: "So, I'll let you meet the Emperor. It's the only time you'll get to meet him."

Emma: "I-Is that okay?"

(… It's no good.)

Gilbert: "It's originally not possible. The Emperor doesn't allow basic audiences day or night."

Gilbert: "But I'll give you special permission."

Gilbert: "I have the utmost respect for your bravery in wanting to meet the blood-crazed Emperor."

(You knew the emperor was in trouble when you started asking around about the Blood-Stained Rose Day.)

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

His Majesty the Emperor: "—Ah, I killed your brother and mother. What about it?"

Gilbert: "Nothing..."

Gilbert: "Don't you feel anything?"

His Majesty the Emperor: "Well... it wasn't fun; neither of them begged for their lives until the very end, and then they died quietly."

His Majesty the Emperor: "I like the sound of a death-defying scream. And yet those two... are nothing short of a disappointment."   //   "I love the sound of a dying man's death screams. But those two... are nothing short of a disappointment."

Gilbert: "——……"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(He was naturally a madman; the fallen beast of Rhodolite was still a cute little thing.)

(I can't believe she wants to meet such an emperor who loves killing, indulges in pleasure, and enjoys a momentary way of life...)

Gilbert: "You have a lot of questions, don't you?"

Gilbert: "Just be careful. If you say something bad, you'll be killed."

I can feel her fear through our clasped hands.

This is a normal human reaction.

(——Hehe, I'm glad I killed him then.)

The mad emperor is gone.

It is the biggest secret that Obsidian has today that neither the little rabbit nor many other people know.

(I wonder how she will react... I'm looking forward to it.)

══════════════════

The sound of shoes echoes in the space where moonlight shines through the huge windows.

There is also the jet-black chair that only the top of the evil empire, feared throughout the continent, is allowed to sit in.

It is like being built on a pile of corpses.

The history of Obsidian is spun by invasion and pillage.

It is a country that specializes in trampling on the well-being of others to feed itself.   //   It is a country that excels at trampling on the happiness of others to feed itself.

There is no way that the throne of the king can be beautiful.

I let go of the puzzled little rabbit and went alone to the throne.

Each step of the staircase reminds me of it.

(Yeah… I'm not really the kind of person who can be with the little rabbit.)

(Rhodolite was just the last dream I had…)

(Finally, we're back to reality.)

I sit down on a cold, jet-black throne.

The little rabbit that can be seen from here is too far away.

Gilbert: "Welcome to Obsidian?"

Crossing my legs and propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at the little rabbit.

Even though she's far away, I can only feel the confusion.

Emma: "The Emperor... Your Majesty…"

Gilbert: "I told you my name is Gilbert von Obsidian, didn't I?"

Gilbert: "Only one person in the country can use the name Obsidian."

Gilbert: "Only the emperor."

Emma: "But Gilbert called himself a prince..."

Gilbert: "It's not a lie, okay? Well, I'm a former prince, to be exact."

(—Did you know? Miss Bunny.)

(I was "Kloss" before I called myself Obsidian.)

(I had to call myself that if I wanted to be a prince, but I hated it to the point of nausea.)

(They are the kind of family that would flatter and laugh at the emperor even if their relatives were executed.)

Emma: "… Why…"

Emma: "… Whenever we talked about the Emperor, Gilbert always seemed to be talking about something else!"

Gilbert: "I was talking about the former emperor."

Gilbert: "I killed him."

Gilbert: "… Oh, no. That was a top national secret."

Her face, which is usually as charming as a baby rabbit, is stained with despair.

It's almost as if I've betrayed your expectations—

It may have been the decisive moment that destroyed the relationship we had built.

(I can only hurt you. And yet you—)

(You really are an idiot.)

Gilbert: "You thought I was acting according to the will of the Emperor, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "All invasions of other countries are ordered by His Majesty the Emperor—yes, that's right."

Gilbert: "My intention is Obsidian's intention."

(I'm never the kind of guy you're going to like.)

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikepri jp #ikeprince translation #ikepri gilbert route spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikeprince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello sex witch,

My partner and I are both ace and we very rarely have sex; when we do it's usually mutual masturbation or finger sex. So this isn't a massive part of my life, but something I've been overthinking and would like a starting point for understanding.

I've recently discovered about myself that in the heat of the moment, I don't think about it, but I naturally start begging for him to stop when endorphins are high and it feels overwhelmingly good. In these moments I don't actually want him to stop and I've expressed this (I have a safeword I use for actually letting up), but it makes him uncomfortable to keep going when I beg for him to stop. This sounds like it might be related to a kink on my part, but I have absolutely no experience or language to even start understanding that about myself and what it can look like in partnered hand sex. I don't know how to explain it to my partner because I don't even understand why I do it; the first time I begged for him to stop it was completely involuntary and we set up the safeword after so we could keep going. It honestly surprised and kind of concerned me too, because I wasn't expecting that reaction from myself, and even now that I can describe what is happening, I don't know what to do with it. I'd appreciate any thoughts or advice you have!

hi anon,

I'm not 100% sure what kind of input or advice you want here, because I'm not really sure what the question actually is, but let me take my best crack at it.

sex is, frequently, very enjoyable. it is also frequently a lot of stimuli to take at once. these things can be true simultaneously, and sometimes a degree over overstimulation is part of what makes it enjoyable for people. human brains find pleasure and gratification in all manner of discomfort, etc.

however, even if you're enjoying something, your knee-jerk reaction can still be to tell someone to stop if you're feeling any amount of discomfort. something similar may happen with, for instance, someone laughing while being tickled by a friend or partner, or even in non-sexual circumstances, such as someone playing in a pool telling a friend to stop while they two of them are laughing and splashing each other. as in many situations, consent and willingness to participate can't be determined from words alone, but also from tone, context, body language, existing knowledge of a person and their boundaries, etc.

it sounds like that's what y'all are doing here, and that context might help put your boyfriend's mind at ease. implementing a safe word is also great, that's the kind of tool that can help make crucial judgment calls re: consent. it sounds like the two of you are already doing a great job navigating this and figuring out your boundaries and safety practices together!

#sex edventures 2023

[dreadfutures]

Hello! :3

you reblogged the prompt list from budding romances, so if you accept any, what about, for Ixchel with whomever you'd like:

i like it when you held onto me. that was nice.

(ignore it if it was just a reblog, of course!)

Thank you!!!

Sebastian x Ixchel from my One Wild And Precious Life AU, after Corypheus, after Solas deals with the Evanuris and falls into uthenera.

Takes place after their escapade in a hollow tree trunk

-:-:-

They have picked out the leaves from their hair and sheepishly turned in their grass-stained breeches to the laundress, and the Tantervale delegation is none the wiser for their antics. Prince Sebastian remains the pious, devoted lord in their eyes; of course, they had searched for him all day, but--had they not thought to search for him in the chapel? He was there praying all afternoon, they should have sent for him! Of course, Ixchel is delighted to know the truth. As she sits in a chaise across from him now, by a hearty fire, she smiles to think of his boyish antics.

There are threads of silver in his hair, and creases at the corners of his eyes and mouth from years of hearty laughter. His children find him to be a good companion still, and so does she, now that they have been put to bed. He seems weary and regal and almost austere, lounging in simple clothes as they enjoy each other's company--to all appearances, he is a proper lord.

She turns her face into her hand to stifle a smile.

"I'd spare a gem to share in your joy, my lady," Sebastian says, propping his cheek on his fist. His eyes gleam at her, as does a hint of a smile. "What has you laughing?"

"You," she says. "Us. This afternoon." Her previous effort to hide the smile has utterly failed, so she turns it wide upon him. "It's good to remember we can run from our duties every now and then."

Sebastian gives a sage nod, his expression fixing itself into a businesslike mask. "Yes indeed. I'm happy to provide the reminder, Lady Inquisitor, anytime you forget."

She laughs at that. Laughter always comes more easily to her when in his presence--and for that alone, she longs to stay by his side. She reins in that almost desperate feeling, however, berating herself for a thousand reasons. It is too soon, and she does not fully know what she wants, and she cannot leave behind this feeling of guilt for finding joy as a widow whose bondmate really wasn't dead in the traditional sense, and --

"Something has chased away your mirth," Sebastian notes in a low voice and so draws her from her reverie. He does not seem to be scolding her, and neither is he inquiring, really, as to the reason for her clouded features. He observed, and then he left it outstretched for her to ignore or address as she pleased.

Her heart aches, pounding in her chest at the kindness of it. The space he affords her to be seen, but without expectation or violation, is something she receives infrequently these days.

The problem is...she doesn't know what exactly to do with it, since she neither knows what she wants nor what she doesn't.

Ixchel collapses a little against her arm, and the arm of the chaise, and lays her brow against her shoulder to hide her face from view.

She considers what it would mean to be honest with him. About what she feels, even though it is a confusing mess. The tangles are all around him, anyway, and it feels right to let him see what trouble he's brewed up for her. Pleasant trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

"As I said this afternoon," Sebastian murmurs, "you may tell me if I am moving too fast."

Ixchel's breath hitches. "It's not you, it's --"

"Please don't say that!" He laughs as he speaks, gently. "Varric will make fun of both of us for being a stereotype."

She wants to laugh, but pain lances through her chest. "Varric is already making fun of me for everything," she admits. "I don't know if it's too fast, Your Majesty. I... It's a lot at once, but I would suffer if you were anything less than wholly earnest with me. It's an honor to receive your affections, and... I don't dislike it. But Varric says I'm terrified of being happy, and he's right."

Her voice has grown thick with an emotion that surprises her for its potency, and she's glad she has hidden her face away.

"Happy is more than I think either of us are entirely capable of," Sebastian says soberly, and the raw edge to his words comforts her in the worst way. She is not the only one who has suffered a loss. Though Sebastian's is somewhat more permanent.

"I try not to strive for something with so much heft," he continues. "I find it helps just to pursue whatever lightens the burdens for the day. Your company accomplishes that, effortlessly, if I may be so honest."

"Ma serranas," Ixchel whispers, overcome.

Sebastian is content to let her sit with his admission, and the silence that follows her thanks. It really is her company that lightens his day; she has felt it, and she feels it now even in the midst of this shared, heavy moment. He needs nothing more than that, and does not ask.

"It really is heavy," she says as, with great effort, she raises her head again. "But... I feel the same. I do."

He returns her shy smile.

"There is something I ask the wee ones before I put them to sleep," he says. "I find it's helped me as much as them, if not more. 'What's one thing you liked about today?' There's always one thing. Some days there's more, but there's always one thing--and that's one reason to try again the next day."

Ixchel nods with a wry edge to her smile. "Ah, yes. I call it evidence. I need evidence to make myself believe things can still be good, or better, even if it feels like nothing is going right. It's the only way I can keep up hope."

Sebastian nods and shifts in his seat, cutting his eyes at her with a look of appraisal. "Exactly," he says. "So what's one thing you liked today, and what are your hopes, Lady Lavellan?"

Ixchel's throat works around the words a bit before she can form them on her tongue, and her face is growing red even before she speaks them. But speak them she does, meeting his gaze with no small amount of trepidation.

"Well... I liked it when you held onto me. That was nice," she says. "And... And I hope it happens again."

If her words impact him, it's difficult to tell, but maybe he goes a little stiff--perhaps restraining himself from a different reaction. His gaze sears her flushed cheeks even further with its intensity, and it takes him a moment to even remember to breathe, it seems. When he can speak again, he sounds winded, rushing like a schoolboy.

"I'd grant that wish now, if that's agreeable to you."

Neither of them move.

Ixchel swallows.

She nods.

"Come here, Ixchel."

Sebastian raises an arm to give room at his side, and she finds herself standing and floating over the short distance between them as if compelled by gravity itself.

His warmth and scent washes over her, cedar and smoke. He settles the pelt across their laps and lays his arm across her shoulders with utmost deliberate care. It is up to her to lean in to his chest, to take the prerogative and lay her head upon his shoulder--and she bravely does.

She is shivering as she closes her eyes and breathes the moment in.

His heart pounds beneath her hand.

"I like this, too," he says softly against her brow.

She turns her face up to him, her eyes still closed in either fear or acceptance.

But when he kisses her, the only thing she feels is peace.

#long post #one wild and precious life

[mylackofgrammaristerrifying]

Date night <3

Ozzy and tender meet up for a date! It’s always nice to make up with a “good friend”. @spotaus

warnings: chicken tender being awkward, talk of murder and eating humans, an author who doesn't know how to write dancing Edit: not prof read

Ozzy walked through Waterfall, umbrella in hand. The cave walls glowed gleefully. It felt lively as he traversed the cave system. He had made many encounters with new monsters. Although they were less of “encounters” but rather a fight. They were hungry, that Ozzy knew. However, he didn’t plan for his journey to end yet. Not like last time. He followed a new path covered in echo flowers. Ozzy smiled to think of how lucky he was to know of the underground. He’s glad he listened to Sans rant for now he knows where to go, and hot to get there.

ACT - pick up an echo flower?

“Yes.”

ACT- you picked up an echo flower. It whispered it secrets to you.

Ozzy placed the echo flower in his pocket. He’d move a few good meters before his phone began to ring. He dug through his bag and answer.

“Hello, Sans”

Sans takes a moment to answer. His voice is laid back and almost a lack of emotion.

“Hey, Ozzy. I need a favor.”

Ozzy ran across the rickety bridge to not start and “encounter” the water fall strangle didn’t seem to bother his ability to hear sans.

“mmm, depends. What kind of favor?”

Sans shifts from the other side of the call.

“I just- look-“

“I want to see you again.”

Ozzy froze and held umbrella tightly. His chest felt tingly and his face heated up.

Oh.

“I want to make up for last time.”

“meet me in the city, alright?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Click! Ozzy hung up and just stared blankly. Wow. That’s a lot to unpack. Ozzy couldn’t unpack however cause he just matched forward towards the city. Along the way he swayed with pride and excitement. This sway turned in to full on dancing. He twirled and twisted. He went low and high. He danced to his own rhythm; how own beat. He stop with fatigue. He was full of joy and all nerves let him. Then a cough came from behind him.

“…You were taking a bit I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Ozzy blushed and nodded.

“Sorry I-“

“We should get going.”

“Yeah.”

The two walked together. Ozzy stayed close to Sans in hopes that Sans would scare of encounters.

“Sans can we talk abou-“

“Not here. There’s a lot of prying ears. Wait till we to the restaurant.” Ozzy let out a small “okay” before walking in gruesome silence.

a 7 minute walk later.*

Ozzy entered the restaurant with sans. It was empty besides for the owner; It was a cat monster. The owner egarely seated Ozzy and Sans. Sans smiled hesitantly to Ozzy. The shadow of his hood covered his face. “Sorry the view wasn't quite what ya expected." He trails off, "Glad you agreed to meet with me... I didn't mention it, but the Underground's a lot more dangerous outside Snowdin... you alright?" Ozzy scoffed. “No, Sans, I’m doing this for the bit.” Sans smiled to Ozzy.

“Sans. I need you to be honest, like, completely honest. No more white lies, no more disguises.” Ozzy takes a moment to think, “I want to meet you. The real you, there’s no consequences. I want run off I promise.” Sans sighed and pulled his hood down. “You sure do know how to make a monster talk, huh?” Sans smiled “Okay, well. I’m Sans, Sans the skeleton. Though, some folks call me Pretender. You figured this one out already, but I'm not human. Usually I'm uhh, bones, and uh….i’ve killed and eaten humans.” He looks down to his plate. “Most monster have, actually. I... stopped. Obviously. Promised myself I'd not kill any other humans." A scoff, and he pauses so his voice doesn't tremble. He clasps his hands, like he's folding in on himself. "And I don't really do much these days. I watch out for Paps, walk patrols, go to Grillby's. Now I'm watching out for you. Or- I was, before you figured out I was pretending.” Ozzy smiles. “That’s a it?” Sans’s eye lights shrink. “Uhm, yeah I haven’t done a lot of living down here..sorry?” Ozzy shook his head. “Oh no! Don’t worry tender! We could just leave together and do something living together.” Ozzy paused. “Not like live together but like- we could go on adventures…I mean I’m sure you’re great to live with but-“ Sans nods and smiles. “I understand don’t worry!” Ozzy nodded and dinner was filled with laughter and tale of adventure and the surface. Sans told of his lab days and Ozzy shared his alley dancing story’s. Hours had pasted by the time they left.

“hey, tender?”

“mmm?”

“would you like to dance?”

“no.”

Ozzy’s smiles disappear.

“oh.”

“sorry, but I promise to dance some other time!”

Ozzy nodded.

“alright, Sans. <3”

@oodlesndoodles wish that were you lol >;)

#my writing #oc #selfshiping #dopplesans #Doppletale #prtender!sans #Someone tell me how many words please :

[silent-king]

My take on the TADC fandom situation

Trying to put some order into my thoughts and some sense into this whole mess. Join me as i go insane.

Aight, in my "live pomni reaction" post i had the tags "I'm BEGGING this fandom to stay normal" and "Don't let history repeat itself." and i've thought about these statements some more. Got some more information and decided to make this long ass post.

First off all, the second tag is kinda stupid because nothing is repeating, it's a pretty new situation with many factors going into it. And yes it was nudging towards the welcome home fandom. I think many people and i compare these two things because they're kinda similair in their vibes with the colours, silly characters and horror elements. Plus WH had big fandom drama.

By the second tag i already knew that ships, au's and nsfw stuff are some of the most normal fandom behaviour. As long as the nsfw stuff isn't problematic and tagged corroectly/kept on the sites for adult stuff there's not really a problem in my eyes. Now i mean the tag in a more "Please don't start a different kind off crap" way.

Explenation for what i mean under the cut:

Continueing with the ships, tag it as the ship so people that don't wanna see it can avoid it, and don't do anything problematic. Shipping characters that hate eachother doesn't count as problematic by the way, enemies to lovers is literally one of the most common tropes and shipping has happened between characters that aren't even in the same piece of media for years. What isn't good however is shipping characters with big age gaps, all of the characters ages (except Caines and Bubbles) were confirmed by Gooseworx. All of the characters are adults with no one being younger than 22. There are big age gaps tho. Kinger is 48, that's a 18 year age gap with Ragatha the second oldest. So shipping him with anyone else of the cast is a no from me.

The shipping itself isn't the problem, it's the reaction to it. Some have started taking down other peoples content because they didn't like it. Even before the ages were known. I think to "keep the fandom good/clean" probably not even realizing that they are the ones spreading negativity. Example: the ragathax "us us us" meme. It wasn't even that bad and actually felt like something jax would do as a joke to majorly piss off Ragatha, I also didn't really like it, but i wouldn't wanna get it taken down. Some people treat ANY ship as the downfall of the fandom. But it's more likely that they are. I personally don't really ship anyone, but i'm not gonna harass poeple that do.

Another thing i want to address is the people calling it "Welcome home 2.0" (I'm not doing that anymore dw). There's a few important differences between TADC and WH, the creators, where and how they share their work.(This is no slander of either of them they're both great) Welcome Home was never expected to blow up like that, Clown had these characters and story and wanted to share them with the world, he did so over Tumblr and a website. Expecting that a few people might find joy in it and see the story unfold with them. But instead not a few but a massive amount of people really liked it. That understandably overwhelmed them and he didn't quite know how to feel about certain things, like i said he didn't expect their silly little project to become a world wide phenomenon. I'm not saying that it was Clowns fault, it wasn't. I'd say the WH fandom was a victim of circumstance, it exploded over night and there wasn't that much content out yet and people wanted more, so they made more, often with their own fantasies mixing into it.

Gooseworx on the other hand released the main content on youtube as a pilot for a whole ass series with a studio that already has a known ip, Murder Drones. She has also worked for the hazbin hotel and helluva boss pilot and made her own projects on youtube. Considering that she probably expected TADC to get a rather large following and already had experience with big fandoms, she could prepare herself better for it. On tumblr she answers asks and has stated what she's comfortable with. Ships are ok and goose is a Jax simp herself, she mostly wants people to have fun and stay civil about her project. The characters ages were also stated and that we shouldn't fight over what's canon, because no romantic relationship is. The god of TADC has spoken RESPECT IT.

This also isn't saying that one creator is better than the other, they both have a big fandom of their work, with different circumstances surrounding it.

To summarize TADC and WH aren't the same thing happening again, it's a new fandom of a series that is being compared to a work's fandom that got too big too fast. By people saying "don't let it repeat!" and policing everything people do in that fandom, they create a new problem. This isn't "the amazing digital police". Just because you don't like ships doesn't mean that nobody is allowed to pair up two or more characters. If you don't like a ship you can filter it out in the tags. What's important is that we stay respectful to the people in the fandom and the creators.

So far the tadc fandom is one of the tamest ones i've seen actually. There isn't even that much truly bad content out there, at least not that i've seen, and i haven't filtered anything. A big part of the fandom is actually very silly and funny haha. please don't ignore that part. And just because ship art exists doesn't mean that you should go around screaming THiS fANdOm iS ruiNeD, you're actually making the fandom worse for everyone else. The fandom also isn't ruined by people like that, it's just annoying. Some peoples sense of a good fandom is quite fragile, as soon as there is one thing they personally don't like the WHOLE fandom and sometimes even original work is bad now. Like ok??? If these problematic parts are the majority then yes. That's valid. And even the fandoms seen as good have their icky sides every part of the internet has.

Also shipping happens faster than light travels, you can't stop it.

I'm also surprised by people being surprised about r34 being made so fast. It happens pretty much instantly and despite personally not liking it i've accepted that it happens and avoid it. But i'll say it again i don't go harassing people over it.

Just needed to get this out and i'm happy to hear some other peoples opinions on this. If i got anything factually wrong please do tell me.

Anyway please go enjoy the silly parts of the fandom, there's so much to see.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #fandom #rant post #long post #just getting some thoughts out and reflecting #tw vent #going back to the sillies now

[palant1r]

Hi! Just letting you know that Rusty Quill has already published a statement on their website (at "latest news"). I'd love to hear your opinion on that, if you have time and would be willing to write about it! The statement also briefly talks about the "false pretense" of the author's approach to RQ in November, namely "to assist in 'a comprehensive guide to fiction podcast networks'".

Oh yeah, I saw that statement! I'm happy to give some of my thoughts.

This is the kind of statement I'd HATE to see a company give in response to an article of mine — that is, it's well-written, even-handed, and doesn't have obvious disputable flaws. That doesn't mean I think everything in it is true, just that if it isn't, it would probably take a more trusted and experienced investigator that Newt to refute it. (Makes sense that RQ would be good at writing statements, amirite?)

Of course, this statement was written for RQ by RQ to paint them in a good light. Because they haven't provided concrete evidence of their own and Newt didn't attach the contracts in their article, at this point it's their word versus Newt's for a lot of this. But when it's two people's words against each other, inevitably the one that acts more professional is going to come out looking more credible, and that's RQ in this case. So now we see the tangible damage that not following journalism best practices does to a story.

I'm inclined to believe Rusty Quill on several of the points, particularly the ones pertaining to GDPR guidelines.

As for RQ talking about how Newt reached out, that part's interesting. They say that Newt reached out under the guise of writing a guide to fiction podcast networks, and did not provide a copy of an article or any allegations, so Rusty Quill didn't respond. That's weird. If RQ thought it was a guide about fiction podcast networks, why would they even know there were allegations they weren't given a chance to respond to? If it was an article still being written, why would they expect to be provided a copy? I think there are a few possibilities here. Maybe RQ just didn't want to be in the story they were told it was, and didn't realize Newt had misrepresented themself until later, so lack of journalistic practice wasn't the real reason they didn't respond. Or maybe RQ actually knew what story Newt was doing from the beginning. Or maybe RQ is misrepresenting the situation. We have no way of knowing without seeing the actual text of the email Newt sent them, which I've advised them to publish. But let's say that everything RQ says is true. What would that mean?

Well, first off, it is NOT "common journalistic practice" to provide sources with a copy of an article before it goes to print. I have no idea why RQ and others think that. It's the complete opposite — journalists are NEVER supposed to provide sources, or even anyone outside of the newsroom, a copy of their article before it goes to print. If a source demands it, the biggest concession we'll make is sitting down with them before the article runs and going over everything we used from our source to make sure they're okay with us including it.

However, "right to reply" IS common journalistic practice, and it's especially important in investigative pieces. Basically, if a journalist is doing a piece like this that makes accusations against a person or group, they have the responsibility to inform that person or group of the accusations they'll be printing and give them an opportunity to respond.

Additionally, it's bad practice to misrepresent oneself while reaching out like this. If Rusty Quill is accurately conveying what happened, then Newt is in the wrong and hurt their own story.

But I am like 90% sure that, if Newt did misrepresent themself, it was out of inexperience, not malice. Because I've done it before.

My first investigative piece was on a corrupt individual. I won't go into details. When the time came to reach out to him for comment, I wasn't sure how to word that email. A more experienced professional journalist advised me to be intentionally vague and misleading. I had misgivings, but I agreed — the thing about stories like this is that you end up with a healthy caution about whoever you're reporting on. I had a fear that tipping my hand too soon would keep him from talking, and I don't doubt Newt had the same fear. But the opposite happened — he asked for clarity on what I was doing, I told him the truth, and he said he wouldn't talk to me because I'd misrepresented myself. I don't think he would have talked anyway, but it was galling to know he was right. I believe we disclosed part of what happened in the text of the article itself.

What I learned from that experience is that some instincts run deep, and it's hard to get yourself to come out of the gate swinging at a very delicate story you've poured your heart into for a while. Those instincts can be overridden by experience and a firm grounding in journalistic ethics. My instinct was to not misrepresent myself, and that instinct turned out to have been the right one, so I've learned to stand firmly in what I know to be ethical. So even though Newt made a big blunder here by misrepresenting themself if what RQ says is accurate, I don't think it was malicious. Just a giant mistake. But I don't think it's fair for the article to say that Rusty Quill didn't respond to requests for comment so many times and even use that as evidence of their slow communication if Rusty Quill wasn't given the allegations to respond to.

As an investigative journalist, I see in this statement a treasure trove of facts to check and rabbit holes to follow. There's a lot here to address and a lot of work to do, especially looking into what exactly "standard practice" means in the areas Rusty Quill cites. But I'm not sure I trust Newt to do that work well.

#rusty quill #journalism

[happyfeetfuryroad]

You know what's weird?

The last minutes of Good Omens 2 episode 6 should have made me feel sad and frustrated, like the ending of season 1 of OFMD did a year ago. And yet, something is different this time.

Now, I would love to be able to tell that I remember the euphoria of being surprised to see Edward and Stede's kiss, but unfortunately I started watching the show after having all the important plot points spoiled, so while I was still absolutely delighted by it, I wasn't caught off guard like many other people were.

With Good Omens 2, I was only mildly spoiled, and I didn't know any details on what was going to happen in the final episode. The possibility of a kiss was kinda hanging out in the back of my mind, but I wasn't convinced that it would actually happen - and I knew that the ending was going to be angsty, so I was keeping my expectations relatively low.

But. Goddamn. When it actually happened, it was fucking electrifying.

It's weird because, I was never that deep into the ineffable husbands fandom to begin with. I'd read the book and watched season 1 and enjoyed them both, and it was pretty obvious to me that Aziraphale and Crowley were queer (Neil Gaiman never denied this, so it was an unusually drama-free situation too). I never really thought their relationship would escalate any further, because they were already self-evidently together and I didn't think they needed to "prove" it (and I still stand by this btw, I think in a healthy media ecosystem there is a place for subtle queerness that doesn't require any grand romantic gestures to prove its existence). So I kinda left it at that.

Then I started watching season 2, and I started feeling a specific kind of déjà vu. They (and by "they" I mean mostly Crowley) were doing the whole "side character calls them a couple and they adamantly deny it" act that was a signature of 2010s era queerbaiting (Sherlock being a particularly egregious example). However, I knew for a fact that Neil Gaiman wasn't queerbaiting - again, he had never denied the fact that Good Omens is, among other things, a love story, and there hadn't been a single no homo joke that you would expect from a queerbaiting writer - so I just kind of waved it off as a throwaway joke and forgot about it.

And then episode 6 came about. And Crowley began to tear up as he tried to let Aziraphale know how he felt about him.

Oh.

And then he and Aziraphale started arguing with each other about their future, and the tension started to build.

Oh.

And then Crowley said "you idiot. We could have been us."

OH-

And then the music swelled into an epic dramatic choir as Crowley angrily stepped closWAY TOO CLOSE AND-

And I... can't describe the rush of pure dopamine and adrenaline that I felt watching this scene unfold. It was unreal. My heart was pounding out of my goddamn chest. It felt fake. It had to be fake. This is the kind of shit that only ever happens in fanfiction. It was too good to be true.

Then the rest of the finale happened and it was awful but that's besides the point

And even though in a way it was the same feeling of "holy shit, they actually made the main characters kiss" I had with Edward and Stede, this was also very different.

See, Edward and Stede kissed in the same season they got introduced in, and there was no original material that the show was based on (I'm not counting the real life pirates because OFMD is a very loose interpretation anyway). You couldn't really know what you were getting into, so the protagonists completely skipped the queercoded part and jumped straight into "literal protagonists of a romcom" territory.

Aziraphale and Crowley, on the other hand, were already existing characters, in a book and a TV show where their relationship was already established as "queer enough for anyone who pays attention, but subtle enough for a casual viewer to be able to ignore it". Their kiss in season 2 wasn't there to confirm that they love each other, but to make it clear that there is passion in their love. There's that raw, visceral attraction that queer people are so often discouraged from displaying in public because it's seen as uniquely dirty or inappropriate (or predatory, when it's two people perceived as male).

And it's happening late enough into the story that a lot viewers who may be like "I'm fine with gays so long as it's not in my face" will be forced to digest it - but also early enough into the story that we have an opportunity to see how Crowley and Aziraphale's love story unfolds now that the chips are truly down. Which is why, personally, I was happy to see season two end on a cliffhanger.

So yeah. I think I'll go watch that scene for the twentieth time today.

#good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #long post #i just have a lot of feelings i couldn't fit them all in this ramble #ineffable husbands

[sketch-guardian]

Awkward noodle friend!

First of all I'd also like to publicly announce that your OCs are so cool and I'm loving all the little puzzle pieces of information we're currently getting on your blog 👌✨

And then I'd also have a question about them! How are their relationships with the cannon obey me characters? Are some of them good friends, or absolute rivals, maybe?

Oh, and also with Camy, of course! I wouldn't ever forget my precious shy bean, don't you worry 💕

(I really really hope this hasn't been asked before, if so I'd love to see the post about it ☺️)

Impacciata amica spaghetto!

I'm so sorry about seeing your ask just now,I apologize😥I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long🙈also thank you for the compliments on my OCs😳you're too kind☺💜

Regarding your question,I think I've already been asked a similar question in an old post of mine🤔it should be this one if you're interested:

still,I don't mind specifying some more information about their relationships with the canon characters✨even with Camy this time, since I've never written anything about that (you're so sweet Koni😭💖thank you for thinking about my MC too🙈💜I wasn't expecting that-)

This will be long,so in this post I will write for the Seven Brothers and MC only,I hope that's okay😥if you want to know RAD classmates relationships with the Now Dateables and the New Characters too,you can sent another ask if you're interested🙈now let's get started!

HOW ARE RAD CLASSMATES'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE CANON OBEY ME CAST?

HOUSE OF LAMENTATION

-Lucifer

Demya honestly doesn't like Lucifer very much and even if she tries to hide it behind a cheeky behavior,his presence makes her a little anxious. The punishments Lucifer's quite famous for bring back bad memories of her childhood spent in a freak show in the human world,so when she gets in trouble,she tends to avoid him as best as she can. He's too strict for Demya's tastes and she almost feels sorry for his brothers and for MC

Domnra seems pretty indifferent towards Lucifer,but he's actually slightly jealous of the authority he manages to impose without effort and the fact that he seems to be perfect at everything,which Domnra never was,not even when he was still an angel. Mobim on the other hand is intimidated by Lucifer,even if it doesn't often have a reason to be,since it is a kind and quiet creature. Mobim usually hides behind Domnra when Lucifer approaches,especially if he seems angry

Azul doesn't mind teasing Lucifer and it honestly makes everyone think he has a death wish,but the thing is that Azul doesn't care about the consequences. He knows that as long as he doesn't do anything extreme, the most he can get is a warning and still, he knows he's more than capable of escaping if that was the case. He also has no problem admitting that Lucifer is attractive,Azul just has no shame

Zuri respects Lucifer and his position,she considers him a decent leader and appreciates independent people like herself. In fact among the RAD classmates,excluding Azul who occasionally disturbs the demon,Zuri's probably the closest to Lucifer,the only one who can be considered "friend" of the eldest brother. Their conversations consist mostly of small talk about work or complaining about being often surrounded by idiots,all the while sharing a bottle of Demonus or a cup of tea,like two stressed parents

Odon likes Lucifer,even if according to them,he should try to smile a little more. They're sure that like all demons,angels and humans,he too would have a nice smile,everyone is special in their own way and he shouldn't fear to show himself more for what he is and not for the role he has to play. Odon would like to make friends with everyone,however they sensed that Lucifer doesn't trust an ancient and mysterious demon like themselves,so as much as it hurts them,they try to keep their distance. If Lucifer ever changed his mind,Odon wouldn't mind sharing a cup of tea with him

-Mammon

Demya thinks Mammon is cool and several times they found themselves scamming people together to get what they wanted, in fact they gave each other a hand occasionally. For example, if Demya attracted rich people with her beauty, making them shell out a lot of money and then leave them empty-handed, Mammon made sure to get as many meat dishes as possible for her. After all, Demya doesn't really care about money, it's just an added bonus, so she doesn't mind making this kind of trade. Also it isn't uncommon to see her teasing Mammon about his crush on MC, as she has noticed that the demon becomes much more shy and awkward in their presence, she thinks that's funny

Domnra isn't very close to Mammon,the most he has done with the demon is a few chats during gym class at RAD. However Domnra doesn't seem hostile towards him,despite how shoert-tempered he is,and for a good reason. Once Mobim had wandered off in search for flowers and Domnra went looking for it,it wouldn't have taken long with their bond after all,but what surprised him was seeing Mammon comforting a sad Mobim in a voice one would use with a kitten. Once in the open,both demons were embarrassed and promised never to talk about the accident again,but considering that other demons would have hurt Mobim instead without thinking twice,Domnra can't help feeling a touch of respect towards Mammon

Azul is a little bastard and loves to scare Mammon by randomly appearing through walls or mirrors,because he's the demon who give Azul the most fun with his reactions. However Azul isn't completely heartless and sometimes he makes it up to Mammon by offering help with stealing stuff or with homework involving curses and hexes. Once he even offered Mammon flirting lessons,to use with MC if he wanted,but the demon of greed didn't take it very well

Zuri meets Mammon occasionally when she receives proposals to be a stylist or a model with important brands and while at work he seems professional,Zuri doesn't appreciate how loud Mammon can be outside of it,she finds such behavior annoying. She thinks he's wasting his potential,because she's seen what he's capable of if he really puts in the effort. Zuri doesn't trust him very much though,because she knows he would have no problem stealing from her,but she has to admit that since Mammon rarely transforms,he was a good choice as MC's guardian

Odon finds Mammon funny and full of life and would very much like to become his friend,because they can feel that he too has good in him,unlike other demons they've encountered in their long life. Odon isn't stupid and they know that Mammon is terrified by their size and figure,so they try to appear as friendly and harmless as possible,to make him feel at ease. Once they even managed to play cards with Mammon,who lost every single time (due to the eye-like creatures spying on his cards). Luckily Odon was kind enough not to bet anything

-Leviathan

Demya struggles to remember Levi,because she barely sees him in class,let alone outside,so she doesn't have a clear opinion about him. Demya knows she can easily convince him to do stuff for her by being nice and cute like an anime girl and she figures they might share the trait of being jealous demons,but otherwise they don't have much in common. One thing is for sure though:she thinks Lotan is cool as hell and one day she would like to ride them

Domnra deems Levi weak in terms of physical strength as he barely trains while Domnra is seen as a normie tsundere delinquent in Levi's eyes,so it's no surprise that the two of them have hardly ever spoken. However Domnra noticed that Levi occasionally look at Mobim as if it was some cute anime mascot,all the while muttering "kawaii" or other anime references unfamiliar to him. He finds such behavior quite weird

Azul is an online friend of Levi and they occasionally meet to draw together, simp about their favourite characters or show off their cosplays. It seems shocking considering how different the two demons are,but they share some hobbies and kind of complement each other,for example:Azul doesn't mind asking for autographs or whatever when Levi is too shy to,while Levi keeps Azul calm with his long and enthusiastic speeches about his favourite topics,those keep Azul too occupied to suddenly change mood

Zuri admires Levi's passion for his hobbies and the way he manages to convey it to others,she believes that the effort he puts into cosplay is remarkable,because in a certain sense it's still style,however Zuri doesn't often assist to his fanatic speeches,as Levi seems quite intimidated or in awe in her presence. She isn't sure which of the two options is the correct one

Odon knows Levi thanks to what their eye-like creatures have told them,but they have met him in person just few times and the few times it happened,cell phones and computers were involved. Odon,being very old,isn't a great expert in modern technology,so as an excuse,they sometimes ask Levi for help. Moreover, Levi often compare them to some anime characters and even if Odon doesn't know what he's talking about,they appreciate that Levi isn't afraid to express his opinion

-Satan

Demya thinks Satan's a bit of a nerd and she doesn't like that talking to him makes her feel dumber that usual,but despite everything she still finds him kinda cute,especially when he's in feral mode,because Demya has somewhat strange tastes. She also finds amusing that their tails are similar and even if it doesn't matter much,she appreciates that he isn't a fan of Lucifer

Domnra and Satan both have anger issues,so they understand what if feels like and sometimes they go out together to either vent or blow off steam. It's strange seeing one of the smartest students of RAD and one of the delinquents in class together,but their "problem" has brought them closer and made them friends. Domnra focuses more on the physic while Satan on the mind,but one thing they've in common is the love for cute things. Once Satan put a kitty costume on Mobim,in spite of Domnra

Azul is friends with Domnra, so it's no wonder he has tried to be friends with Satan as well, he finds his reactions very funny, especially when he's angry. Other than that, Azul would probably be an interesting subject for Satan to study, especially because he has never seen demons with Azul's characteristic ability, i.e. changing color depending on feelings, but he probably wouldn't give Satan any explanation about it,just to tease him a bit

Zuri knows about Satan's story and is aware that mentioning the eldest brother's name gets him upset, so to avoid any headaches from his screams, she tends to avoid mentioning that name in his presence. Leaving aside this detail, she believes that Satan's very intelligent, but that at the same time he's also too insecure of his identity and that he should begin to understand that his brother is not a threat as he seems. The only criticism she can make against Satan is his way of dressing

Odon knows a great deal about Devildom, having been born before the seven brothers and having spent their long life there. They have witnessed events written in history books, both in Devildom and in the human world, so they're very well educated from that point of view. The relationship with Satan seems to be that of a student and a tutor, he can ask Odon anything historical and they would probably be able to provide Satan with an answer, having experienced it firsthand. He also seems interested in the eye-like creatures that they have and since Lucifer doesn't like Odon very much, it's another reason for Satan to talk to them

-Asmodeus

Demya likes to go shopping with Asmo and likes to gossip about other lesser demons with him, she thinks he's fun, so they're friends, but casual ones. They often meet at parties or on the streets of Devildom and while Asmo may appreciate Demya's sense of style, he wouldn't appreciate her rough and feral ways, such as gobbling up on food or having no problem getting her hands dirty. For example, Demya, unlike Asmo, doesn't mind messing up her hair or getting scars on her skin

Domnra only knows Asmo by fame, since the demon of lust has a lot of followers among demons and witches on Devilgram, but otherwise he has never really spoken to him,Domnra finds him "too much" for his tastes and being used to being surrounded by other party animals, he doesn't need another reason to have a headache. Mobim isn't sure what to feel towards Asmo, he seems to Mobim a very extravagant demon, but being a very empathetic creature, it perceives that Asmo hides some insecurities, so it doesn't know if how he shows himself in public is an act or less and if so,Mobim doesn't think it would be able to reassure him

Azul usually meets Asmo during the parties held in The Fall and occasionally finds him at Madame Scream's, when he's there to buy sweets. Being both quite popular, they know each other and are also quite friends, even if there's a casual flirting every now and then, but just for fun. Sometimes they make duets and other times they help each other with makeup, but Azul often doesn't miss the opportunity to scare Asmo and make him ruin everything

Zuri knows Asmo because of her connection to the fashion world, so from that point of view, they interact every now and then. She acknowledges that stylistically, Asmo is a professional, but otherwise she finds him quite childish and capricious when he doesn't get what he wants. She's worked hard to get to where she's now and would like Asmo to understand that beauty it's not enough and that everything shouldn't be granted to him just for his looks, but that his commitment should be the most important thing

Odon usually wanders around isolated places so as not to frighten other lesser demons, so it's very unlikely to see Asmo for them,but the few times Odon has shown up in more crowded places,they were able to talk to him. Odon thinks that Asmo has no idea exactly who they are,because on their first encounter he tried to flirt with them. The results weren't what Asmo hoped for, since Odon didn't understand his intentions, but they appreciated the casual chat in any case. The two demons know each other only by sight though, since they frequent different places

-Beelzebub

Demya and Beel are the duo that all Devildom's restaurants fear, considering the amount of food they swallow every day, so seeing them together in a restaurant is equivalent to the eventual failure of the latter. They're good friends and Demya appreciates that Beel doesn't judge her appetite,she knows what it's like to try to fill a void with food. Furthermore,the two occasionally train together, even if they do different exercises: Beel with weights and Demya with flexibility. Also Demya tries to protect Beel from people who try to take advantage of his kindness

Domnra is in some sports clubs with Beel and it happens a few times that the two demons chat. In his presence Domnra has no reason to be angry, he respects Beel's tranquility and strength, he's a very strong demon in Domnra's opinion,however his appetite reminds him too much of Demya,who he dislikes. Not gonna lie, but Domnra once feared Beel might eat Mobim and he's never been more terrified in his life

Azul hardly ever spoke to Beel, although he occasionally saw him eating in sweets shops, thus depriving Azul of the chance of buying something for himself. Maybe the reason they don't interact much is because Azul finds him quite boring, being apathetic most of the time, so it's hard to get interesting emotional reactions from Beel. Sometimes Azul can try to prank him by creating food illusions, but Beel doesn't seem to fall for it too often

Zuri knows about Beel based on what Lucifer told her about him, so she knows that the sixth brother is quite gluttonous, but also kind-hearted and devoted to his family, qualities Zuri appreciates, but that at the same time they remind her a bit of her angel days, which she would rather not think about. Zuri and Beel have talked to each other a few times, but not having much in common, their conversations go no further

Odon shares a bond with their eye-like creatures similar to the one Beel shares with Belphegor, so they feel a little closer to him in this aspect, however Beel asked Odon how they knew this information, but Odon just smiled and explained that it was a mere guess. Both demons are quite tall, so they appreciate not having to bend down to talk face-to-face. Also Odon has noticed that Beel doesn't seem to fear them, which relieves them. Odon likes it when Beel tells them about his family, because Odon has never had one and doesn't know what it feels like to have one

-Belphegor

Demya knows Belphie through Beel and is in fact quite friends with him. To Belphie Demya is somewhat similar to Beel and those few times when Demya's tired,they take naps together. The two have also silently made an agreement, namely to protect Beel from demons or witches with bad intentions

Domnra met Belphie probably through Satan, during a meeting of the Anti-Lucifer League. The two demons get along quite well and Domnra likes Belphie's sarcasm and style, but maybe he's a little jealous of the fact that he always gets good grades despite almost always sleeping in class. Mobim doesn't mind being a pillow for Belphie, as long as the demon doesn't choke it in his sleep

Azul, again, has never interacted much with Belphie. He considers him boring, since interacting with him is practically impossible, with rhe demon being always asleep. The only thing that Azul noticed that he has in common with Belphie is the love for the stars and perhaps it could be a good conversation starter for the two of them

Zuri likes hardworking, resourceful people who show at least a modicum of passion in what they do and unfortunately Belphie does not fall into this category. She knows he's the demon of sloth and she doesn't blame him for this of course, but Zuri considers Belphie too lazy and doesn't think it's appropriate to walk around as if he were always wearing pajamas

Odon is the only one among the RAD classmates who knows about the little "accident" between Belphie and MC, although it's unknown exactly how the eye-like creatures learned about it. The two demons hardly interact, but occasionally Odon sees Belphie sleeping near the Devildom woods when they walk alone. If Belphie so wanted, Odon would be more than happy to explain what they know about constellations and dreams

-Camy (my MC)

Demya doesn't know exactly what to think of Camy,being a very different person from her: introvert, shy and who prefers not to leave the House of Lamentation. She considers her a reliable and patient human considering that she has to deal with seven demons everyday and every now and then she happens to meet Camy hanging out with Mammon. In those moments Demya likes to embarrass them both with their obvious feelings towards each other. She finds them a cute couple

Domnra was quite unaware of Camy's existence at first, as her presence was hardly noticeable in class, but he started paying more attention to her when she started learning magic from a certain sorcerer. He's surprised that a human from so low has landed in the position Camy is currently in,but he has to admit that he's found a newfound respect for her, even for the pacts she's managed to make. The only times they interact is when Mobim happily greets Camy, not considering the human a dangerous person

Azul would like to make friends with Camy,since she's Levi's best friend and since they have some hobbies in common,but the human seems to avoid him and Azul thinks it's due to his unstable nature. For this reason, to make her feel more at ease,Azul tries to interact with Camy only online and only when Levi's also present, so it should be easier to chat. Azul thinks she's charming in her own weird way and he would like to play tricks on her,but he doesn't want seven demons after him so he avoids acting like an idiot for once

Zuri admires Camy's commitment to her duties at RAD, and the fact that she's a human exchange student makes her efforts all the more worthy of credit. Zuri doesn't dare imagine what it's like to live with the seven deadly sins, so she has a hunch as to why the human has such pronounced eyebags. Zuri tried talking to her with Lucifer present, but the human seemed quiet and uncomfortable,perhaps because she wasn't used to the presence of other demons. The only criticism that Zuri feels like making is the way in which the human looks scruffy,Camy doesn't seem to care about her appearance

Odon considers Camy a curious human being,strong from a mental point of view and with a great willpower. In her place, several humans would have already gone crazy with what she had to go through, with what she experienced there in Devildom, so they don't understand how she can be so insecure of herself. Camy was uncomfortable when they met for the first time, but she wasn't scared and Odon isn't surprised,considering that the human risked death several times. If Camy's alone on the streets of Devildom,Odon offers to escort her. They'are close acquaintances and that's enough for Odon

#obey me #obey me rad classmates #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me camy #demon ocs #obey me demya #obey me domnra #obey me mobim #obey me azul #obey me zuri #obey me odon #camy replies #omg I wrote a lot-

[polyhexian]

Okay. Finished Bambi. The movie really only encompasses a little more than half the book. It ends showing Bambi running off with faline into adulthood, happy. The book however continues and shows Bambi growing older and wiser in the ways of the forest and ultimately becoming the new prince of the forest. He is alone all the time, has no companions, has lost interest in faline and not seen her in some time. The book ends with him encountering some frightened fawns calling for their mothers and chastising them for not being able to take care of themselves. Ultimately this is a book written in 1929 about the life cycle of a wild prey animal that is like, directly pushing the narrative that hunting is bad and hunters are evil.

Which... I don't really agree with. There are no predators in this book, not of deer. The only thing the deer have to worry about is humans. They're not afraid of wolves or lions or any other large carnivores. Which means... Yeah, letting them run unchecked probably isn't actually great for the environment. Especially when we see how devastating winter already is. Now, maybe it's just that the meat industry was not as evil yet in 1929 as it is today? But I am of the distinct opinion that meat from a wild deer is more ethically sourced than meat from a factory farm cow. The conditions those animals are put through are so beyond inhumane it's indescribable. That deer had a life, a natural life, and fell victim to a predator. Its life was better than that cows ever was. Now, sport hunting is different- sort of, plenty of people who sport hunt do still use all the meat and pelts they harvest, and what harm is there in enjoying the work you are already doing?

I don't think anyone will disagree with me that killing animals for fun with no purpose isn't really... Good. If you're shooting deer and just taking antlers and letting them rot and it's not got some other purpose like culling the herd or preventing the spread of disease... Don't do that? Not that animals don't sometimes kill for fun but. We don't need to cause more suffering in the world than we have to.

It's hard for me to really get into the mindset of what the author might have really been trying to convey with this. I don't know what it's like to live in Germany in 1929 so I can't really imagine what kind of world he was living in, the world of humans and his morals or the world of ethical hunting and animal welfare. It is certainly presented that the best way to survive, to be proud and noble and regal, is to have no relations with anyone, to speak to no one, to have no friends or curiosity, to trust nothing and no one and to rely only upon oneself. Also to just get up and leave your wife one day and never go back.

On one hand, on a completely literal level, this is probably a very accurate depiction of a deers life cycle and how a deer survives long enough to become an elder. Only the lonely survive. On a message level I'm really not sure what it's trying to tell me. It does feel a bit like it's making a broader statement than just a brutal accurate depiction of wild animal life. It also hit me with a steel chair out of left field by dropping what I think the thesis statement of the book may be and it's that god is to us as we are to all other animals. Arbiter of life and death. Incomprehensible. Beyond understanding. Something greater than man is out there.

That shit was wild I wasn't expecting this to suddenly reveal Oh Fuck It's About God. So like. It's saying something. It's definitely saying something. I'm really not sure I have the context to fully understand what and I'm not sure I'd agree with it even if I did.

[axewchao]

The Mass of Muscle in Mario Kart, The Enforcer That'll Make You See Stars in the Smash Bros. Boxing Ring, it's Morton Koopa Jr.!! I'd already hoomanized this loveable goof waaaay back in 2017, so I guess this can be considered a long-overdue upgrade instead of a debut :3

Admittedly, I don't have much to say in regards to his design. Rather disappointing in hindsight, since this is the team blabbermouth I'm talking about here… :'D

At most, I wanted to do a bit more than just give him a tank top and shorts and call it a day. Dunno why I thought "bomber vest," but much like Larry's crop top it was a match made in heaven. Getting the right shade of red was a bit tricky, though. I wanted to avoid having something too dull, but also wanted to avoid burning people's eyes. Hopefully I was able to do just that owo"

Time to make a list with a Morton-worthy word count! >:3

Morton's magic is primarily creation/transformation-based. You know those spells where you form objects, weapons, or even buildings out of whatever's around you? Yeah, those kind of spells. While Morton primarily uses these spells to construct the various castles across the Worlds during a kingdom takeover, don't be surprised when a giant chunk of wall is suddenly ripped away, mashed into a misshapen ball (with or without spikes for extra pain), and promptly thrown at you.

However, that isn't to say he can just build whatever the hell he wants on a dime. When it comes to any project, big or small, he needs a clear and detailed visual either in his mind or on paper, lest the result fall apart within minutes or even seconds after Morton casts the spell. Hence why he has a construction company in tow instead of just building castles solo. He's not good with blueprints...

Morton's talent wasn't discovered until he accidentally reformed a wall in the Koopa Castle library. He was touring the castle during a class field trip, got lost, and was enamored by the seemingly endless array of magical tomes. For future reference, you shouldn't try to read incantations aloud, especially if you don't know what they're supposed to do.

Kamek wasn't sure whether to scold this grade-schooler kid for nearly destroying his precious library or praise him for reading the incantation well enough to just 'rearrange' the bricks instead of wrecking an entire castle wall. Morton was sent home that day with little more than a stern warning, but a few days later a letter shows up with his name on it, asking Morton to return to Castle Koopa to take an aptitude test. If this kid's got any magical talent in his veins, letting him run amok without proper training is just asking for trouble down the line.

This time he DID destroy a wall. And part of the ceiling. And two windows. And maybe terrify his dad a little, to the point where custody was handed over a little... quicker than expected...

To say that Morton was hurt by the above incident would be an understatement. He... he passed the test, didn't he? He's gonna train under the royal advisor now! Why was his father so... scared...? How could he just... leave Morton like that?! If Bowser Jr.'s Journey is any indication, loyalty is very important to Morton, and this kind of betrayal was unacceptable. That night, with angry tears in his eyes, Morton swore to never call that man his father ever again. His new King Dad was sure to be much better anyway. 

By extension, he refuses to speak to his other biological family members either. Though some of his siblings have tried to call...

Much like Larry, Morton is prone to info-dumping about the things he likes, which usually revolves around whatever show or book he's hooked on that month. Nothing excites him more than a well-crafted story, full of adventure and lore or just something that makes the viewer/reader stop and think for a moment. He's popular in a number of forum circles for always crafting long but well-thought-out essays on the subject in question.

He's always recommending things to his siblings, catering each title to each Koopaling's tastes. Do they actually check the titles out? Not as often as he'd hope.

Ludwig once decided to take up Morton's suggestion and watched a Mario-verse equivalent of Your Lie in April. He blamed Morton for the hours he spent sobbing afterward.

Every now and again he'll take a stab at writing his own stories, be it original or fanfic. If Morton suddenly starts talking in third person, that's a hint that he was trying to write something recently and couldn't turn his "writing mode" off.

He reverts to short, choppy sentences when he's upset and can't think straight. This may even lead to him mispronouncing words or using improper grammar. Think "MORTON STRONG! MORTON MORE TONS!!"

He's quick to develop crushes on girls with great physical strength. This is actually pretty common amongst Dragon Koopas, as many of them view those with great power, be it magic or muscle, as very desirable mates. Not even Ludwig can resist such allure at the end of the day~ >;3c

That being said, he's not one to act on said desires as soon as he has them. As much as he likes tough girls, he's actually very shy when talking to one, and forces himself to be very polite out of fear of scaring her off.

His magic wand was turned into a hammer-shaped belt buckle. Yes he will insist that it's a hammer, not a pipe. Hammers are awesome, pipes suck, end of story.

#Koopalings #Morton Koopa Jr #i actually learned a thing about vitiligo while coloring him in #i had no idea there were different types! I just... figured the lighter-skinned areas popped up in random spots all over your body #the more you know am i right? :3 #axewchaoscribbles

[thesherrinfordfacility]

IMO Aziraphale immediately starts off on the wrong foot and that conversation never recovers: you're the bad guys. There's something so alienating and condescending in that statement that as soon as I heard it I KNEW this wasn't going to end happily. I love Aziraphale but you cannot hope to give an offer that opens with that and expect Crowley to not argue/refuse. It comes from a place of ignorance and wasn't meant to be hurtful, but its still damning.

The whole offer in the first place is unnerving to me, even though I know logically WHY Aziraphale thinks it's a good thing. I'd never ask my queer friends to try to make peace with their homophobic families that disowned them- and that's the first allegory that came to mind for me.

oh there is no doubt in my mind that aziraphale wasn't also a chump in this dialogue too, anon, quite the opposite!!!

"you're the bad guys" as you mentioned, is a careless and thoughtless statement, especially now it confers a sense of superiority that you'd think aziraphale would have lost the majority of by now... i do have my very loose, poorly constructed argument as to what i think aziraphale actually meant by that line, but it's difficult to defend (because it is in fact largely indefensible), and so all i'll say is that i truly don't think he intended it as it came across - i think by this point in the narrative he is for the most part able to separate crowley as a person and crowley as a demon, and it is the latter to which he's referring to here. but in any case, still a really shit thing to say.

i do think aziraphale thought, whilst naively and in that naivety with carelessness, very innocently in offering what he did to crowley. the crowley he loves, wants by his side, is a good person. and heaven is inherently meant to be the side of good; by aziraphale's account, whilst it's currently a shitshow, its fundamental intention is truth, and light, and good. so why wouldn't crowley want to help him change it back to this? he's already halfway there to being an angel, in being a good person, and he didn't deserve to fall - let heaven make its reparations to crowley and offer the chance to be back in the fold! to help aziraphale remove the corruption and rot, and ensure that they and everyone else never has to hide ever again...?

we know obviously this was never going to happen from crowley's perspective, but we appear to know way more about crowley's trauma and history than aziraphale does. that is a big bit of context missing, and if aziraphale had that too, i don't think he would have even entertained the idea. would have rejected it in the room (or at the table). crowley might not be ready or willing to tell aziraphale that, for many reasons, but that doesn't make it aziraphale's fault either.

i won't pretend to speak as if i have any authority on the queer allegory, and especially its relation to religious trauma; im not queer and im not religious/was raised secular, and i think it would be disingenuous for me to comment on this as if i truly understood it (hope that comes across as i meant it, anon!!!💕)

but i do agree with you; i too would never ask that of my friend, my lover, whoever. but i think - and this may be my failing because of the fact im not queer and have never had this awful kind of thing happen to me - i don't see heaven as being a family. to go into how i see heaven (aziraphale/crowley's allegorical relationship to it) however would make this a very long post, so if anyone is in fact interested id be happy to elaborate on this in a different ask!!!✨

#good omens #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy #ask #crowley meta #aziraphale meta #feral domestic/final fifteen meta #s2 meta

[nctynuniverse]

Change my Mind

Qian Kun x reader

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Words: 838ish

A/N: This is part of the One Direction Symphony series. I really think Kun is the biggest friends to lovers material ever I will not even argue.

Kun had spent at least 5 hours on that damn computer. Yes, he was producing songs but, on her free day in particular, y/n expected to spend time with her friend. Sure, chilling with Hendery and Yangyang was fun at all, but she wanted to hang out with Kun too, what apparently was almost impossible.

y/n and Kun had met a few months before by chance, on a skiing trip they had both done at the same time. She had always liked him, since the first time. However, she was not so sure about the boy.

Kun was simply enigmatic: he did seem to be interested from time to time, but was also so devoted to his job that she wasn't sure he'd ever let her in. So with time, she decided to accept to be his friend, hoping that her feelings would go away. Which, of course, didn't happen.

She found Kun the most attractive man ever, being kind, good looking, patience, hard working. A total dream. He must have someone, she thought. But Hendery would always hint on how the older didn't, and how he always found his gege lonely 'and depressed'.

"He is so workaholic he wouldn't even acknowledge Beyonce if he had her right in front of him"

-

She had already given up on dating him, but she wouldn't let him spend the rest of her day there sat on his computer, not paying her any attention.

"I'm gonna go get him" She announced to her younger friends, getting up from the couch and walking towards their leader's room.

Yangyang and Hendery looked at each other, grinning excited.

-

The room was neat, white, with a weird hanger that would sometimes fall on the floor, but that was standing neatly next to his figure that day. He was focused, with his headphones on, a frown on his face. Kun was humming a song and y/n couldn't help but to sit behind him, staring at his back.

She sat on the floor, feeling guilty to cut his inspiration, as he looked really focused, playing different tunes and arranging one particular song.

At one point y/n dozed off and fell asleep on the floor. Probably for a few hours because, when she woke up, it was already pitch black outside. And Kun was in the same exact position as before.

She sighed and stood up, placing her hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. He looked at her and removed his headset, placing it on the desk.

A grunt left his lips as he stirred, looking back at her, he spoke up for the first time that day:

"Do you ever wonder why people fall in love?"

y/n's heart skipped a beat and she stuttered, not sure why he would talk about love to her in the first place. Well, she was not naive, but that was, indeed, unexpected.

"I-I don't know, I think it's only natural? M-Maybe cultural?" He frowned and shook his head, looking down.

"No, it's not cultural, for people from different places around the world fall for each other all the time"

"Is that what the song you're working on is about?"

"Not really..." He paused for a second, the looked at her in the eyes "You know it's getting late, would you like me to walk you home? It's dangerous to go outside at night".

"I'd love to but you're a celebrity so that's even more dangerous" She chuckled "No worries, I'll call an uber".

He looked at his hands nervously, before sitting straight on his chair again, looking back at her.

"In that case, I'd rather you help me figure out my question then, before you go"

She took a step closer to him, grabbing the chair next to him to sit there, facing him.

"I think people fall in love because that's how things are, I don't think about it that much. It simply happens. And..." She took a deep breath "We do not get to choose who we fall for at all"

Kun took her hands in his and caressed them with his thumb, looking straight into her eyes. He wet his lips quickly and spoke up.

"Are you, perhaps, in love with me?" He found out. He asked her because he knew it was true. She hadn't done much to keep it a secret, but it still shocked her how straight forward he was right then and there. And she nodded, convinced. Because it was true and there was nothing to be done about it, she had tried everything and nothings would take that feeling away. So why deny the obvious?

"Yes, yes I am"

He smiled and kissed her lips softly, both of them closing their eyes, enjoying the feeling of each other. It was a short, sweet kiss, followed by his thumb now caressing her cheek, another kiss on her nose before he spoke up again.

"Thank God, because I've never felt like this before. Now please stay for the night".

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