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movedtodykedvonte · 2 years

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As much as I like asshole big shot Spamton headcanons, I love the idea he was kinda normal and down to earth or more anxious/pathetic even more.

Like a lot of people make him an asshole to explain why no one helped him or why he avoided getting help cause it meant admitting to his shitty behavior. But from how everyone speaks about him before he went missing he was a decent guy, unlucky but they refer to him as prestigious and speak with regret over his downfall. He was probably a normal but shady guy (due to the phone) who was more an oddity than nuisance to those around him. A lot of him being a jerk as a big shot headcanons sorta stem from the idea he did something to deserve it or his hubris being his down fall and other than him clearly not having money to fall back on I just don’t see it that way.

A crux of Spamton’s character is that he is ultimately helpless and not in control of what happens/happened to him despite the knowledge he had been bestowed. That everyone is a puppet and he was punished for trying to be something more, something that he wasn’t. It’s a lot more bittersweet and tragic if he genuinely didn’t do anything crazy or sleazy until after his fall cause it just reinforces the idea that no matter what he did or who he made connections with or who helped him, he was never in control and someone else pulled the strings.

Spamton playing by all the phone’s rules, everyone else’s rules and still getting the short end is so befitting of his story and fits to why as a literal puppet he seems to out right refuse to adhere to any semblance of the norm or rules of convention.

#like Spamton trying to find some guidelines that tell him how to succeed and be better and do good #trying to follow every rule and strictures #just so he doesn’t mess up and doesn’t lose it all #only to be driven insane for leaning into it losing everyone and thing you loved and being tossed aside anyway #that’s so much more compelling to me than he was a jerk always and kinda got what was coming to him #like I love sleazy sales man Spamton but I also love Spamton as a puppet being like that cause he’s sick and tired of being fucking nice #aren’t you tired of being nice?#don’t you just wanna go apeshit #puppet spam at Addispam and big shot Spamton #utdr #undertale #deltarune #spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton g. addison #addispam #big shot spamton #big shot era #also makes it sadder when people still talk being his back about being weird or odd or out of place cause he genuinely is trying #he’s just like that #deltarune headcanon

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literallyjusttoa · 1 year

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I couldn't stop thinking of Meg today so here is my design for Older Meg (tm) + some headcanons

Meg is a lot more interested in the mythological side of her life than the mortal side. She goes to school and does all the things she needs to do to fit into mortal society, but her interests and passions lay in the mythological.

Speaking of, she keeps up work at the Aeithales, and works closely with satyrs and dryads to keep the forests safe in California. Some of Meg's closest friends are dryads, and she takes her role as the protector of Aeithales very seriously.

She drops by Camp Jupiter semi-regularly and is known by any newcomers as the Camp Cryptid (a spot she shares with Nico). Lavinia is overjoyed anytime she visits.

If you're having trouble with a quest or difficult monster, most campers know Meg is the one to call. A lot of times she'll be glad to help out, no payment necessary.

As she gets older, Meg is seen as the honorary "big sister" of many demigods and young dryads around California, simply due to her willingness to give people a helping hand and a place to stay.

After the trials, Apollo spent a lot of time worrying about Meg, especially since he couldn't visit often. For both of their sakes, he ended up crafting an amulet for Meg. The necklace (called a phylacteries) is made of wood, stone, and precious gemstones. The invocation on the wood panel is dedicated to Apollo, and if it ever breaks, he'll know immediately.

After many MANY years of practice, Meg is now an accomplished horse rider, and she will often ride her unicorn Hemlock from Aeithales to Camp Jupiter (This adds even more credence to her status as Camp Cryptid)

Listen, I want Meg to become immortal, and this is MY blog so I get to pick the comfort au. I think if Meg were a goddess she would be similar to Pan, with control over wild places. She'd be known as a protector, especially to mythical creatures and spirits. Also I want one of her symbols to be crows. Bc one of the first things Apollo compares her to is a crow and one of his symbols is ravens so they'd be ravens and crows and it would be amazing.

anyways here's some extra sketches I made for funzies.

#Not me just realizing I left my rule of thirds guidelines on the sketch :'D #pls ignore that that is so embarrassing #trials of apollo #sunny speaks #meg mccaffrey #love her so much she's everything to me #apollart #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #he has a cameo

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meiiie · 7 months

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navigation post & about me! ⛱️

🌊⸝⸝ hello, my name is mei! i use she/her pronouns and i'm 18 :) anyone below 18 please dni, I might post and interact with content meant for a mature audience! 🌿

i'm new to tumblr and i don't have much experience on writing… so do not expect i'll make long fanfics... (mostly just imagines, one-shots, and sequels to what i write) i post here if i ever get bored LOL but i enjoy making mood boards and write my thoughts about films 🐠 (i really love movies a lot)

i'm not too comfortable writing smut and angst yet, so my posts will mostly be fluff or comedy haha (i may mention inappropriate jokes in my writings from time to time and will put warnings if ever!)

this blog is multi fandom! i'm open to writing for more actors and characters though :)

please be respectful when requesting something, thats all 🌟 i'm looking forward to making new friends here and to writing more in the future :) ty and have a lovely day!

current obsessions:

drew starkey, aaron taylor johnson, austin butler, & timothée chalamet

♫ — fluff and/or comedy ⟢ — angst 🐚 who i have written so far: dave lizewski - fanfic (i'm so into you pt.1) ♫ dave lizewski - fanfic (i'm so into you pt. 2) ♫ dave lizewski - imagine (cramps&cuddles) ♫ drew starkey - imagine (12 grapes- imagine) ♫ drew starkey - imagine? (if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would..) ♫

#meiiie imagines #i dont know what else to say help #be kind #have a lovely day #navigation post #reqs open #guidelines #masterlist #blog rules #navigation #aaron taylor johnson #drew starkey #rafe cameron #obx #outerbanks #dave lizewski

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spacedlexi · 2 years

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Hiiii, your art is gongeous first off

Second, you have any tips for getting good at anatomy and proportion? I see your sketches from your wips and streams and the figures and poses look so spot on always

thank you!!!

the best way to get better at anatomy and proportion is to do some life studies. there are a lot of sites you can use that will give you (generally) good poses to work with. if its at all possible for you though i Definitely recommend taking a life drawing course. one of my favorite classes was the life drawing class i took where i was the Only actual student in the class and everyone else were people in their 60s+ just taking it for fun. my prof was incredible and would give us really great demonstrations and knowledge about skeletal and muscular structures. also the models we got in class were way more diverse than a lot of the models online sites use

life studies can be hard when you first start though. it really helps to understand sighting (which is where you use your pen/fingers to figure out angles and sizes and stuff). heres a more detailed explanation

i did some figure studies the other day and i left a lot of my sighting lines. i use them not only to figure out the angles of limbs but also to help me keep things in proportion. ALSO watch your negative spaces!! that will help you get forms/proportion right too

there are also a lot of "proportion rules" that can help you when just drawing bodies without a reference. A Lot of rules.... the face alone has So many..

when i draw figures without a reference (which is..most of the time..) i think in terms of tubes. really helps with foreshortening (so do contour lines). but i still operate under the guidelines i learned from life drawing in terms of proportions/muscle/bone structure. ive gotten to the point where i just eyeball it while sketching but if something looks wrong i just check my proportions. the more you do it the more second nature it becomes which helps you focus on learning new parts of anatomy. i usually draw these figures first then just draw clothes over them, which then helps with folds/draping and stuff like that

i hope this is understandable lol............ these are all just the vague rules i remember im sure theres so many more and i am still learning myself but i hope this helps you get started. trying to find good proportion sheets/tips online can be hard and just result in some really basic stuff like the 7/8 heads tall rule which is sometimes 7.5 and i just 😵 not helpful, especially since its not even always correct. i still basically use the same general rule but slightly modified (in red). in green are some proportion rules i know (plus a couple in red), and in blue is just a little more detail

again if you have the opportunity at all i Really recommend taking a life drawing class. you might be able to find some good videos on youtube or something too. ALSO look at yourself in the mirror a lot! like really analyze yourself, the length of your limbs, where your hands fall, how wide your shoulders are, stuff like that. just Look. whenever im stuck on a pose i always go and pose in a mirror for reference. in general im always just trying to learn from the world around me :)

#its weird writing all this out because it makes me realize how much information just sits in my head while i draw and i dont even realize #i really just feel a lot of stuff out i keep the 'rules' in my head generally but dont be afraid to break them sometimes too #the more studies you do the more youll be able to just tell when somethings not right #once you know enough you can make up your own guidelines too #whatever helps you remember/visualize #anon i hope you see this its been like 3 hours since you asked #ok i think ive said everything i can think of??#replies with lexi #incognito #good luck anon i hope this was helpful #long post #i also made a head proportion sheet with the 'right' way and my own modified version but this post is long enough and you asked about poses #now i gotta get back to finishing this still life lol #i should be working but i love to give art tips when i can

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applesaucesims · 5 months

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Hi, what are some ways that you recommend to keep my decades challenge interesting as well as historically accurate??

Heyyy! That's a good question! I'll put my answer under the cut because it ended up a little bit longer. Sorry in advance lmao.

How to keep it interesting:

As for many legacy type gameplays and stories, one thing I find that helps is to shift the focus for every generation. I personally like to at least have an outline of what I like to focus on each generation. As an example, for my 1930s gen I knew I wanted to focus more on Emma and her friends, since I usually just focus on the family. Doing something "new" every now and then can help not getting bored, since otherwise legacies might feel repetitive (no matter if it's just gameplay or a story).

Another thing that keeps me wanting to play, is that I already have storylines in my head up to the 70s. Some are just vague plot points, some are basically a complete story, but it makes me excited for all of the future generations. This might just be a me thing though lol.

You might also get inspirations from all kinds of other stories, even if it's just small aspects. Not much more to that, but it's a good way to come up with new things.

Also, I know this sounds cheesy, but don't force yourself to just do anything when it doesn't feel right. If you feel stuck, you can do things like time skips. I did something like that at the end of the 1920s, speeding through the rest of the days by having Emma report important events in her diary. And, of course, taking breaks can always help restoring some motivation.

I personally also make Pinterest boards for my characters and stuff like that. It's fun and leads me to my next point: Making up personalities and aesthetics for your sims. Obviously, you would do that for main characters in a story, but I like to give a basic personality outline to side characters, too. It helps flesh everything out a bit. Also, I like to have certain "main colours" for my sims (yellow for Emma, teal/blue for Niall, rosy red for Ken, etc.). Idk how much this does for the story, but it makes dressing them and stuff more interesting to me personally.

TL;DR: Switch things up, take inspiration anywhere, don't stress yourself, and do what makes you happy.

Historical accuracy:

I'm personally a fashion history fiend, so this part is one of my favourite things about the challenge. I have a few books about this, too, but ofc internet research is a must. It's good to look up the fashion for the type of person you're dressing (age, class, job, etc.). The same counts for architecture and interiors. You can also make things like Pinterest boards for inspiration.

Honestly, you can get into as much detail as you want with the accuracy. Obviously, there are the basics like what technology exists, which are more important for immersion (ofc you wouldn't put a computer in a 1900s home lol). But sometimes small details like what pet breeds or plants are a thing at the time can be fun, too. For my ultimate decades challenge, I even made a sheet of what plants arrived in Germany at what time. But such things might not be seen in your story, so it's more about your own immersion.

Then, there is the thing with laws. If you base your story in a real country, it's good to research its laws throughout history. However, it's still your story, so you can adjust it as much as you feel comfortable with. I personally don't feel comfortable including racist laws in my story because I don't have any personal experience with that and don't think I could do it justice, even though I have done research in that field.

I do feel more comfortable including stuff about women's rights and lgbtq+ rights, since I'm a queer woman myself, with mostly queer friends, and have also studied those fields. But even then, I like to be a bit more lenient because I'm not gonna make a bunch of homophobic sims lmao. They're still like my babies.

Additionally, there were real people, too, that had achievements that would have been against the law (interracial marriages, successful working women, etc.), so it's not technically historically inaccurate. Your characters are still individuals, so they don't have to represent everything.

TL;DR: Do your research, adjust details to your liking, handle issues respectfully, and keep in mind that it's a fictional story in the end.

#reply #dbardsims #i really love doing research in general #it's one of the reasons i started the challenge #ofc all decades challenge rules out there include things like what is allowed at the time but it's still different everywhere #and i prefer using challenge rules more as guidelines sometimes anyway #there is probably so much more but this is what i could think of right now #hope it's helpful to you!

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sabraeal · 10 months

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Get On and Move Your Body

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Written for the irreplaceable (and irrepressible) @bubblesthemonsterartist, who officially becomes OLD(er than me) today! As she already has a few more golden tickets to keep me putting chapters on her favorite niche AU this year, she elected to instead ask for another piece of what we like to call the “Secret Subplot” in WFB. Which means...more Six Flags shenanigans >:3c

For as much as Chief’s planned this whole trip down to the breath, trouble finds them not even minute out the door. Unlike every other SUV His Highness has been carted around in, Big Guy’s Mazda is a mid-size, only enough seats for four grown adults and one guy with the same dimensions as a piece of paper.

“Aw, c’mon, Boss,” Obi cajoles, leaning a hip against the hood. “What’s the problem? We all love each other.”

The problem is that it doesn’t match Romeo’s vision of tucking into the back row and making eyes at each other over the bench seat. But that’s not something he can say, not when Doc is already bouncing on her heels eager to go.

“There’s not enough room,” Chief grits out instead, glaring at him like he’s the one who made the specs. “There’s no way you can fit three people on that.”

Not without knocking elbows, sure. But Obi’s been in smaller places participating in more...athletic activities. “I dunno, some guy with an engineering degree sure thought you could.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Big Guy insists, like a person who’s never sat bitch in his life. “There’s lots of leg room back there!”

He and the Little Prince exchange looks. Both of them say, this man’s legs have never been anywhere behind the front row.

“We can take my car,” Obi floats; an imperfect solution, but since Danny Ocean here made an imperfect plan, it’s the best they got. “I just vacuumed it last week and everything.”

The correct answer here would be, wow, Obi, thanks, you’re a real one. Or maybe, I’ll name my firstborn after you. He’s not picky. But what he gets is a lip curl so aristocratic it would make guillotines in Paris salivate.

“Why would I go in that death trap?” he sneers, tossing it a gaze so scathing it nearly scratches the paint. “It’s got the same amount of seats.”

Same amount of seats, different driver. One that didn’t have a girlfriend to ride shotgun, which meant if Big Guy did some personal origami, he could fit himself there, and Princess could slide right into the back. And if they convinced Doc to be the cream in their golden oreo, well, maybe it wouldn’t be the pink-stained Wes Anderson aesthetic of pining, but at least his thigh would be all pressed up against hers. That would be like a whole ass base in their weird game of no-contact dating, wouldn’t it?

Alas, the bossguy doesn’t see his vision. So someone’s gotta take a dive.

“All right, all right.” Obi holds up his hands, all charming resignation. “Chief’s got a point. We can’t possibly all fit. So in the best interest of this whole posse, I will--”

Kiki grips his shoulder, hard enough to creak. “Don’t even try it.”

“A-ack!” he hiccups, knees weak under the pressure. “Miss Kiki, I was only trying to--”

“You have to come, Obi!” Oh, it’s not fair that Doc’s been pulled into this, all shining eyes and earnestly clasped hands. “There’s no point in going if we don’t all go!”

“Ah...” He scrapes a palm over the back of his neck, letting it settle over the ache in his shoulder. “Well, I suppose if you’re going to insist, Doc...”

Bossman’s sigh hisses through his teeth, the fight slipping right out of him. “So are we taking two cars, or...?”

It’s with a predator’s smile that Little Miss Shotgun slips past both of them, leaning right in to suggest, “I think you can just suck it up.”

His jaw drops. “But...ugh, fine. I call a window, though.”

Obi’s sure to be all smiles when Romeo throws himself into the rear seat, scowling.

“No problem at all, Chief.” He waits until bossman’s buckled, committed, before he turns all the potential energy stored up in his limbs to kinetic, springing into the bitch seat with a smile that can only be called unhinged. “I’ve always wanted to be an Obi sandwich.”

Chief’s always had the prettiest eyes, but they’ve never looked more beautiful than this, all wide and wild and ready to wrap his hands around his throat. “But-- you-- I-- Shirayuki--”

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.” Obi reaches out, giving his knee a nice pat as Doc tucks herself in beside him. “I wasn’t loved enough as a child.”

“Now isn’t this nice,” Big Guy says with a glance in the rearview. “You three look so cozy!”

Chief’s mouth works, a half-dozen complaints circling the runway before fizzling out at the tip of his tongue. With one last sigh, he manages, “Ugh.”

“You know what I like about you, Chief?” He casts him a dreamy look, chin-in-palm and all. “Your eloquence.”

“Obi?” His name sounds so nice grit between Young Master’s teeth. “Go fuck yourself.”

It’s strange, not being the one with the plan. Not that Shirayuki doesn’t appreciate the effort! It’s just...

They’d barely left the roundabout of their driveway before Zen had pulled up a park map, reaching over Obi’s lap to show her that it’s a straight shot from the entrance to the comic themed area. It’s just a smattering of numbers and symbols to her, but it’s clear that for as flat as this map is on his phone, it’s a real place in his head, one he knows well enough to walk in his sleep.

Kiki, for her part, snubs every Dunkins until the last exit. As soon as they’re off the highway, she directs Mitsuhide into a small strip mall parking lot-- just seven shops with the Dunkins sandwiched in between, not even enough room for a drive-through-- and has him walk in with their order.

What’s the deal? Obi had laughed, taking a sip from his iced mocha. They put solid gold in these or something?

Her cup sat in the holder, steaming. Timing.

It’s already warm this morning, but the moment Zen and Kiki step out of the car they both take the first sips from their cups and sigh.

“Perfect,” he sighs, eyes fluttering open to fix on her. “How about you, Shirayuki?”

Her iced hot chocolate has already melted, forgotten after the first sip, and there’s no way she can politely explain that there’s something lost in translation when it comes to taste. So instead she settles for, “Good!”

“Great.” His whole face softens, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way she wishes she could touch, but-- but that’s not a good idea. Not when there’s people behind them in line taking pictures, and someone else with their phone out in the next line over, trying to get their barcodes on the screen. “Oh, here, I’m the one with the tickets, let me just--”

There’s too many people crushed close for him to comfortably shuffle through; even with Kiki and Mitsuhide stepping out of the way, he still has to stretch between them to reach the turnstile. The ticket taker-- er, guest service representative stares down at him, taking in the mirrored sunglasses and nondescript baseball cap, and a frown brews at the corners of her mouth.

“Ah, here, Boss.” Obi, close enough to rest his hip on the stile itself, plucks to phone out of his hand and offers one of his lop-sided smiles. “Sorry about that. There’s five of us.”

The gaze she sweeps up Obi is slower, dragging around his waist and again at his shoulders, but finally it settles right onto her reflection in his Aviators. It’s not quite a smile that she gives him, but there’s a definite lightness when she says, “I’m going to need you to flip through them.”

It’s nothing that should make her uncomfortable; Obi always jokes that he has a magnetism, that he really knows how to light a flame, and it’s not as if she doubted him, it’s just-- it’s strange to see it in action. To watch a complete stranger twirl her hair and lean close as she scans some barcodes, glancing up at him between each screen as if she’s hoping to catch his eye. And yet the only time he does is when she’s done, letting his smile pull a scooch wider as he says, “Thanks.”

Shirayuki doesn’t think she imagines the disappointment in the girl’s rote, “You can all go in now. Please enjoy your day at Six Flag’s New England.”

“Unbelievable,” Zen mutters as they walk out from under the turnstiles’ shade, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “I smile and make nice, and she acts like I’m a felon. You go off and do the same thing and she practically trips over herself to help you.”

“What did I tell ya, Chief?” Obi lowers his Aviators to give him what Shirayuki can only call a saucy wink. “It’s the charisma. Raw animal--”

“It’s the height,” Kiki says with all the subtlety of smashed keys on a piano. “And the scar.”

Zen turns to him, assessing, and scowls. “You’re not that much taller than me.”

Obi’s all mirrored glass and teeth when he answers, “It’s not the size, Boss, it’s how you use it.”

“Three inches,” Kiki interjects, with all the interest of watching paint dry. “And Obi doesn’t skip his core workouts.”

“I’m not skipping, I’m just busy--”

“Don’t worry, Chief, she’s going to be kicking herself when she find out just which GQ motherfucker she snubbed in the ticket line--”

It’s not on purpose that Shirayuki lets them slip ahead; no, she simply gets to the welcome gate, a massive stretch of red brick and Greek columns that reminds her of nothing more than the State’s Pavilion at the Big E, and it hits her-- it’s been a long time since she’s been to a park like this.

She was supposed to go...two years ago now. The senior trip, an overnight to Dorney Park that had everyone buzzing about room assignments, about the last time they went in eighth grade, and ha ha, wasn’t a trip like this for kids? It hadn’t stopped them from getting excited, from spending every moment between periods making plans about which rides to go on, which times they might be able to sneak away and meet boyfriends on balconies or behind Staff Only signs.

Oma had already been sick, then. She’d been slipping between home and hospital every few months, and by March, it became weeks, the bills from previous stays stacking up on the sideboard. A trip to the other side of the state wouldn’t break the bank, but it was still money that they wouldn’t have, another hassle for Opa to handle. It’d been nothing to hide to permission form, to tear it to pieces the next time Opa was out of the house and bury it at the bottom of the kitchen trashcan. Two days in the school library had seemed a small price to pay to keep another worry off his plate. That’s what they did; look after each other.

Or rather, that was what Shirayuki thought they were supposed to be doing, anyway.

The school had been willing to take her even still; her homeroom teacher even taking her out of lunch the day before to explain they had a budget for situations like this, that she could still come and enjoy being a senior like everyone else in her class, but--

But she’d told them she got motion sick. A hard thing to argue with, so they left her alone instead. She’d been good at that. At getting people to look away. It helped that most people wanted to.

There’s a tap on her hand, long bone to long bone-- metacarpals, her textbook would say-- and it’s too firm to be a mistake. Not an accidental brush, but a solid reminder, and as she looks up into the furrow at Obi’s brow, she wonders where she lost the knack of going unseen. “You good, Doc?”

“Yeah.” It’s a struggle to bring her smile to the surface, to try to submerge those raw pieces of herself. “Just...been a while.”

Obi’s not one for extended eye contact outside of a threat, but when he looks at her now it’s like she’s made of puzzle pieces instead of physical features, trying to put them together in an expression that fits in the hard boundaries of her face. And then, with one slow blink, he turns away. Purposeful, even though he doesn’t once fall out of step beside her, and, oh-- he’s letting her compose herself. Letting her choose what she’d like him to see. “I get you.”

For the first time, Shirayuki’s beginning to suspect that might be true.

With a sigh, he adds, “Not long enough, though.”

There’s a small rise to get up to Main Street, and her feet stutter to a stop there, dying to ask why. In books the mysterious companion is always stoic, always silent, a fortress of secrets that no word escapes from. But Obi-- Obi never stops talking, to the point that she wonders when he breathes. And yet it’s never about himself, and she just-- she just wants to know him. To understand why somewhere designed down to the dishware to be one of the happiest places on earth makes his skin crawl. Why he chose to come here even when--

“Oh, there you are!”

Shirayuki can be the first to admit: she’s not paying attention. Even still, she gasps when Zen appears beside her, cupping a hand around her elbow. The cup becomes a catch, fingers latching firmly to tow her through the crowd. “Wait...”

“Come on.” He grins, all eagerness and excitement beneath polarized glass, and it’s infectious. “If we’re going to ride Superman, then we need to get there before the crowd.”

There’s no time to temper her expectations; the last time she walked into a park, it was with Oma on one side and Opa on the other, the buildings along the fairway towering over her, coasts nothing but a distant thunder rumbling deeper in the park, a monstrous set of snakes dueling just over the horizon. She’s taller now though, a grown adult, and for one breathless moment at the top of the hill, she wonders if it’s enough for time to have made places to make someplace like this small.

The worry lasts less than a blink; just a turn of the corner, and-- and--

Red tracks loom over the park, a bright blue car hurtling past with so much force behind it that the pavement rattles beneath her. It flies into a loop, screams trailing seconds behind, and oh, she doesn’t have to wonder why it’s called Superman when it’s got a rise like that, one big peak stretching high enough that the cart doesn’t so much ride up it as it is ratcheted up it, a click click clunk she can hear from the top of the stairs.

“We’re going on that?” The last coaster she went on was in the kiddie area, a little wooden thing that went click-clack beneath her sneakers and relied on centrifugal force to keep them in their seats. Still, it seems safer than this, five-point harnesses and all.

“It’s the biggest coaster in the park.” He hardly needs to tell her that; it’s heads and shoulders above every other ride in sight, save for the drop tower. “When you go down that peak, you experience the same amount of g forces as astronauts on reentry. More than any other coaster in the country until they built Kingda Ka.”

Obi lingers two steps back, hands hooked behind his head, and whistles. “Been studying up, eh, bossman?”

Kiki snorts, shouldering in beside him. “He sure knows a lot for someone’s whose last few experiences with coasters ended with--”

“I was fourteen,” Zen informs her primly. “And that wasn’t even a coaster, it was a tower, which is a much different motion that plenty of people have issues with, and--”

“Shouldn’t we work our way up to this?” Shirayuki would love to sound mild and casual, like she’s only thinking of the group, but instead she’s just...shrill. “Maybe start on, er, that one?”

She flings out an arm, pointing to the track that curls around Superman’s struts like a cat. It’s green, built so low to the ground that it almost disappears into the trees studding the course, and it’s not until everyone looks that she realizes small children are standing in the line to wait with their parents.

“Catwoman’s Whip?” Kiki cocks her head. “That’s a kiddie coaster.”

“And the line never gets that long,” Zen assures her, as if that’s some argument against it. “If you don’t hit Superman at the start of the day, you’ll have to wait hours in line for a single ride.”

“Oh...right.” She swallows, smoothing her palms over her skirt. “Of course. Then I guess...why not?”

“What’s the matter, Doc?” Obi slinks up beside her, all slants and angles. “Throwing yourself out a window is fine but somehow coasters give you cold feet?”

“N-no! It’s just--” there’s a difference between spur of the moment heroics and planning to throw herself from a dozen stories up for fun, and all of it has to do with anticipation “--really big.”

“Ahhh, right. And you’re tiny.” An unnecessary observation, in Shirayuki’s opinion, but with the way has to stoop to make his smile even with hers, she can’t really say it’s wrong. “You know, I can always hold your hand if you get scared, Doc. I’m long enough I could even be a human seat belt, if you--”

“Hey.” Zen’s arm swings down between them, cleaving a space for him to slide into. “I’m the one that’s going to be holding her hand, thank you very much. Ah, that is, er--” he glances at her, a sheepish blush blooming across the flat of his cheeks “--if you actually want to go. We really don’t have to, I just though--”

“No, no!” Her fingers knit through his, palms close enough to kiss. He’s just the right size for it to be the perfect fit. “Holding hands will be nice.”

The thing is: Obi doesn’t really do friends. Or at least, he didn’t. Sure, he’d had kids he hung around in school to pass the time, or other fighters he’d be friendly with until the moment money-- or their girlfriends-- got between them, but not...this. He wasn’t the kind of guy who got six am smoothies at Starbucks after a spar, or who worried about if their roommate would catch them skipping leg day, or who anyone would notice if he missed a meal.

But then Richie Rich pluck him right out of the trash, and suddenly he can’t escape it. Big Guy piling extra fancy ham into a perfectly golden sandwich melt. Princess hunting him down to drink beers on the roof. Bossman cornering him about the state of his resume. And Doc...

Well, it’d be easier to list what Doc didn’t do. So he doesn’t mind getting dragged to some theme park, and he’s determined not to mind being the odd one out. He’d known the score when he agreed to come, known how this would all shake out no matter how many times they told him, it’s not a date--

But they still separate out into pairs without a thought when the lines split for loading. Doc and Chief in one, Princess and Big Guy in the other. One glance at the diagram posted on the wall tells him all he needs to know: two seats to a row, two rows to a car. Best he can do is slip in to the one right behind them and shout across the gap.

The carts roll up, and none of them even give it a second thought as they slide in, two cozy couples with eyes only for each other. It’s cute. Objectively.

The operator scuffs up beside him, giving him one long, measuring look before she calls out, “Singleton here! We need one more!”

His teeth grit down, wincing as Doc looks back, guilt written in broad strokes across her face. He may not be able to hear her over the crowd, but he can see her mouth, “Obi doesn’t have a partner!”

God, being fifth wheel sucks. Good thing they’re worth it.

Doc wiggles in her seat, head swinging frantically from side to side, but it’s not until she glances back, distressed gaze fixed on him, that he realizes she’s looking for the release. That she’s actually going to climb back here and--

“There’s five of us,” Kiki informs her mildly, both close enough and loud enough to be heard. “No matter what we do, someone is sitting alone.”

“But...” Doc stills, and all right, Princess might be the reasonable one here, but Obi still wishes they were in the same car, if only so he could kick the back of her seat. “We promised...”

“Oh, I-- I don’t have one!” A girl breaks free from the group behind him, scurrying up to the operator. “Can I take it?”

Objectively, she’s hot. Tan skin, dark eyes, and long legs framed by even shorter shorts, just the kind of girl he would have taken back to his place after a fight and forgotten about by morning.

She slips in next him, smile nervous as she tells him, “Sorry, my friends are behind us. They’re gonna be--”

“Julie, he’s hot,” one hoots from two rows back. Another adds from right behind them, so helpful, “Get it!”

“--Loud,” she sighs, flushed. “Sorry again.”

“Don’t be.” In another life he’d be interested-- hell, he probably should be in this one-- but all he can think of is red hair and a sweet smile. “They seem fun. This your first time?”

She casts a wary look up the rise. “I’ve done coasters, but...”

He grins. “Well, if you gotta grab on to someone, you won’t break me.”

The look she turns on him is speculative, and, ah, he might not be interested, but something tells him the feeling isn’t mutual. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

After being flung around a track like a hamster in a wheel, Zen doesn’t expect to find the exit ramp the hardest bit. The shaking legs don’t help, of course, sending him careening into a wall with all the grace of a drunk gazelle, but one or two more breaths gets him steady. Lets him find his sea legs, as it were. Just...on land.

Whatever it is, he’s just glad that handful of dramamine worked. Last thing he needs is for Shirayuki to see him hurl into a trashcan for twenty minutes. Especially when he’s got a dozen coasters to get through today, and that’s just the good ones.

“Oh, my...” Shirayuki stumbles up next to him, leaning into his side like a crutch. “Wow.”

It take a second for him to calm himself enough to manage, “Did you have fun?”

She beams up at him, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, and oh, he’s glad he brought more of those pills in his pocket, because he’ll ride a hundred of these to keep her looking at him like that. “So much. Are there more?”

“A ton,” he assures her. Her smile only gets brighter as she braces herself against the rail.

“So, Catwoman’s Whip next?”

“No, no. That’s fast but there’s not much to it.” He chucks his chin out across the park, toward the general direction of South End. “We’re going all the way across the park. The Dark Knight.”

“When’s Mind Eraser?” Kiki leans over his shoulder, squinting at the map he’s pulled from his pocket. “That one’s good. Lots of loops.”

“Right after.” He points to the red track sandwiched between the Superman and Batman’s peaks. “It’s just around the corner once we’re off. Then I thought we might run across to Goliath, and--”

“Hey.” Mitsuhide frowns up the ramp, hands on his hips. “Have any of you seen Obi?”

Zen blinks, folding the map back into his pocket. “I thought he was right behind you guys.”

That thoughtful frown deepens. “He was. But then I turned around and--”

“There.” Kiki nods up to the land landing. “Fashionably late, I see.”

Obi glances up, tucking something in his pocket. “Yeah, I like to keep up the suspense. So chief, where to?”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #The Wide Florida Bay #my fic #modern au #college au #ans #okay caveat here if m&b is set in dec 2016 then this is like jul 2014 #and thus superman is actually the bizarro but like #i went for keeping the ride still there with their current names #because i know i love to guide myself with fics sometimes if i'm in areas where they take place #i actually HAVE a map from 2016 which i've been referring to and i feel like that's finnicky enough #we're sort of at the point where the years on this are a guideline rather than a rule since i am DEFINITELY not keeping track #of obi's meme usage and never will #SO IT IS WHAT IT IS #and i'm pretty sure no one will care but me but in case someone DOES #it's artistic license #also that dunkies is real and it is the perfect place to get your hot drinks #so you can finish them on the walk to the ticketing booths #we usually would go in october for the spooktacular and also for like. not being stupid hot reasons #and you gotta go EARLY if you wanna do rides #so we learned early and often where the perfect dunkins locations were #we have the same thing going to our state ren faire #it's a THING

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sinfulsalutations · 11 months

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 ⋆ ★ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ⋆*･ﾟ

➼ ɪ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ☆

➼ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ ☆

➼ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ɪɴʙᴏx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ☆

➼ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ☆

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ⋆ ★ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴇᴄʜ ☆ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ ⋆*･ﾟ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ☆ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ⋆*･ﾟ ʀᴇx ☆ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ⋆*･ﾟ ꜰᴏx ☆ ᴄᴏᴅʏ ⋆*･ﾟ ᴊᴇꜱꜱᴇ ☆ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ ⋆*･ﾟ ᴋɪx ☆ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴇ ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴜᴘ ☆ ɢʀᴇɢᴏʀ ⋆*･ﾟ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ ☆ ᴡᴀxᴇʀ ⋆*･ﾟ ʙᴏɪʟ ☆ ᴍᴀʏᴅᴀʏ ⋆*･ﾟ ᴅɪɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ ☆ ᴊᴀɴɢᴏ ꜰᴇᴛᴛ ⋆*･ﾟ ʙᴏʙᴀ ꜰᴇᴛᴛ ☆

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ-ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ☆

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕠'𝕤 ⋆ ★ ɪɴᴄᴇꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇᴄᴇꜱᴛ ⋆*･ﾟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ☆ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇᴅ ʀᴀᴘᴇ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ᴏʀ ᴅᴜʙ-ᴄᴏɴ ⋆*･ﾟ

#i've had requests open for a while but decided to make an actual guidelines page #hope this doesn't come off as rude or too assertive i just wanted to get my points and rules across #ask away loves <3

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skzhua · 1 year

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Rules and Guidelines

(After making a post out of frustration about the taglist, here are the rules and guidelines of this blog.)

Note that I will, from now on, be more strict on here because I realize that I can't enjoy writing if I'm not in an environment I feel comfortable in.

~ taglist ~

If your username does not work for tagging, it is totally not my problem. I try my best to make sure everyone gets a notification but if it doesn't work, it's either Tumblr being weird or your account that has a disabled being tagged.

This one, I've already covered it in a post. Fill out the form in my bio if you want to be tagged in my work. I check the document multiple times a day and I add every single person on each taglist they ask to be in. I have too many notifications coming in and they are scattered on so many posts that I will most likely not see your taglist requests in my comments.

If you want to be removed from one or all lists, send me a message and I'll do it!

~ reblogs ~

Please, reblog as much as possible. I'm not speaking only for myself but for all writers on here. Tumblr works with the amount of reblogs for visibility and not with likes. It takes two seconds to do, you don't even have to write your feedback with it. I spend hours and hours writing for you for free and all I'm asking is either some feedback, or a reblog. Not all of my work is good, I am aware. If you don't like it it's fine but if you do, reblogs is the best way to show your support. (I do reblog what I read on here but on another account so this one isn't so packed)

~ NSFW ~

I have not started to write NSFW yet, but I will probably. I am 20 years old and can legally write those types of works. I will put obvious warnings on my works if they have explicit content. I will trust and expect you to not read my NSFW stories if you are a minor. This is common sense and I hope that you are responsible enough to know that this is not okay nor legal to read 18+ content on here.

~ plagiarism ~

Again, common sense. Although my work is accessible for free, it does not give you the right to take it and claim it as your own. I will report and block if I see any posts that have my work in it. Translations and reposts are also forbidden without my consent. I have seen people getting their work stolen, I have almost experienced it and it's the worst thing that can happen to a writer. So, please, do not plagiarize my work.

~ posting pace ~

Again, I write for you on my own personal time and do it for free. I will, for sure, not post when I don't feel like it or if I have not finisned a work yet. Please, understand that I have a life outside of here and that I will post at my own pace. There are times when I am more productive and others that I am not so it is inevitable that there are gaps between every work released.

~ be kind ~

I'm so grateful to have met such nice people here and I hope this continues on. You might not like what I do and it's totally fine. But please, it does not give you the right to trash on it. Skip or ignore it, then. I want to feel safe here and share love with every person I interact with. Commenting about the actual stories, like not liking a character that I purposely made annoying, is fine though.

I am aware I am not good with interacting on social media so I apologize if I do not respond to your comments or such. I'm extremely introverted so it's just hard for me, but I try my best.

#skzhua #skzhua's note #fanfic writer #pls reblog #pls be kind #fill out the form please #i love you all btw #so grateful to have so many people enjoy what i do #blog rules #guidelines

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taylortruther · 1 year

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Risky texts????

fjkfadlsl it's okay it's not that risky, just asking an acquaintance on a date. but the possibility of rejection is scary and i also am not usually this forward so i feel kinda like a dumb idiot about it. like........what are the Rules

#i love Rules i love a good guideline i love instructions #and it's a secret not for bad reasons but because i don't want my business out there #(within my friend group i mean)

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sceletaflores · 6 months

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navigation

req rules + hard no's - masterlist - taglist form

about me...

nat, 19, she/her, LGBTQ+, capricorn.

misc...

- this is an 18+ blog. minors DO NOT interact.

- req's & inbox are currently open emoji anons are welcome

:)...

this whole blog is me trying to get back into writing! i'm just trying to have some fun and have a creative outlet for these thoughts i have in this head. don't be too shy to pop into my inbox and talk to me, just please be respectful! thank you xoxo.

#natalia talks!#i needed to organize this hehe #anyways #love you!#navigation #masterlist #blog rules #guidelines #links

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sugume · 4 months

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CALL ME DADDY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Fem!Reader, explicit content, daddy Kink, dd/lg undertones, implied 24/7 kink play, blowjob, praise, punishment, spanking with a paddle, blood, riding, cunnilingus, squirting

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento & Choso Kamo

☾ Satoru Gojo

The ‘Dad Joke’ Daddy, ’s very playful and dorky. He loves doing the stereotypical TV dad things like smoking cigars, having a world’s best dad mug, and reading the paper during breakfast. Your number one supporter, always at every event or promotion you have, and he’s the first to support you when you’re down. Because he has more life experience, he enjoys guiding you.

“Quiet baby, Daddy’s tryin' ta read the paper.” He hushes you with a firm pat on the head. You're on your knees under the table, with his cock buried as far as it can go.

“Sorry Daddy,” you whisper, taking his heavy cock out of your mouth. “I promise I’ll be quiet.” You look up at him expectantly through wet lashes.

“I know you will, love.” He smiles down at you before gently pushing your head back towards his cock. You happily shove It back into your mouth while he picks up his favorite mug and reads about the current world events.

“Such a good girl, always listenin’ to what Daddy tells you, hmm? I think you deserve an award.”

☾ Ryomen Sukuna

The 'Disciplinarian' Daddy, has very high expectations of you. Very strict with SO many guidelines and rules, it's almost like he wants you to fail so he has a reason to punish you. He’s a brat tamer who readily reminds you who's in charge. Likes to physically enforce his rules and never skips a good spanking.

“I’m sorry Daddy, promise I am!” You sob as the wooden paddle comes down on your already bruised ass.

“You didn't sound sorry laughin' and messin’ with me durin’ my meeting.” He grits out, forcing your hands to stay on to the side when you try to cover your ass.

“Thought it was funny while m’ just tryin’ ta support us,” he brings the paddle down, ignoring your screams for mercy. “All you do is sit at home and’ spend my hard-earned money.”

“I'm sorry Daddy I won’t do it again.” You squirm when he rubs an especially sore spot on your ass that you know for a fact is going to sting for the next week.

“Yea?” He slowly lets go of your hands.

“Yes! Yes! I swear Daddy, on my life!” Your sob of relief turns into a scream when he brings his hand down again.

“What did I say about swearing things on your life, huh!?”

☾ Nanami Kento

The ‘Professor’ Daddy, he's so calm and patient with you. All he wants is to see you succeed. Likes taking you on informational dates like going to a museum or aquarium or just staying in and watching documentaries. He’s a pillar of strength, very structured and strict but also forgiving and nurturing. Loves giving you praise and seeing your face lighten up when he teaches you something interesting.

“C'mon little girl, you can do it.” He encourages you from his place underneath you.

“I can’t do it! ‘S too big, I’m so stupid!’ You cry out, covering your tear-ridden face from your daddy.

He must be so disappointed, you think.

“Hey…Hey, you can, princess, I know you can. Remember what Daddy taught you?” he pulls your hands from your face and places them on his big chest. You look into his eyes and nod.

“Yea,” he settles you over his cock. “Daddy knows he taught you how to ride, you just have to do it yourself now. C'mon perfect girl you can do it.”

With his praise you nod to yourself before slowly guiding yourself down his shaft. Once you reach the hilt you moan and smile down at him. He smiles back before nodding back expectantly. You brace your knees on the soft pillows underneath them and slowly start bouncing exactly like he taught you.

“My perfect girl.”

☾ Choso Kamo

The ‘lowercase ‘d’ Daddy, the rare submissive daddy. He loves doing anything that pleases you and tends to be more forgiving when you break the few rules he has. He enjoys providing from a submissive mindset and being wrapped around his partner's finger.

“Do you feel good, baby?” Chosos asks from his position underneath your dress.

“Mhm, feels so good Daddy, you always make me feel so good.” You moan when he goes back to eating you out. He says something else but it's muffled as he sucks on your clit, his fingers curl into your g-spot.

“Right there Daddy,” You squeeze his head between your thighs. “M’gonna squirt Daddy, you’re gonna make me squirt!” You yell before releasing all over his face.

“Fuck that felt so good Daddy.” You grin at Choso who’s come out of your now damp dress.

“Yea? You tasted fuckin’ divine babygirl.” He grins up at you.

“Can you do me a big favor?” You blink innocently, already knowing the answer. His eyebrows frown in confusion.

“Course I will baby, what is it?”

“Can you lick my mess up off the floor, don’ want my parents to wonder why the floor is wet.”