#me doing an actually semi-serious drawing???

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

"This can all go away."

"Just tell me what I need to know."

#ouu #wow #me doing an actually semi-serious drawing??? #preposterous #anyway #i'm obsessed with torturous adler #like #this man LIKES hurting people #*cough cough* communists #he's just funky like that #russell adler #cod cold war #call of duty black ops cold war #adler #adler cod #cod black ops cold war #cod fanart #bell cod #cod #bell

[mysacredmuse]

reader: female anatomy, gender neutral descriptors and nicknames, no pronouns used

tw/cw: nsfw - mdni!, playful bickering (?), degrading, a bit irritated Veritas, slight dumbification, vaginal fingering & p in v penetration, no protection (wrap it before you tap it pls), creampie

word count: 2.9k

Veritas trying to teach you math as a form of love language while incorporating some other things until one of you loses focus...and the other loses patience. Is he a bit of a sore loser who would fuck you while doing math stuff? Yes he is, but we love him <3

(I need him carnally, it's not even a joke...so many thoughts rn, but I kept this one tame :D)

dividers by @/cafekitsune

• Dr Ratio • Focus & Patience •

Teaching and sharing knowledge was Veritas' love language. 

The worst love language that a genius like him could have, if you were being honest. Sometimes you thought that his idea of a love language was actually him simply feeding his own ego and boosting the love towards himself. Right now, you think it's a torture for something you've done terribly wrong in your past life.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asks sharply, distracting you from much more important and interesting thoughts than math.

"Now I am.." you slur the words as you rest your chin on your hand. Your eyes scream boredom as your lips turn into a thin line, not even trying to hide genuine disinterest you were feeling. Veritas bites down a few nasty words he would throw your way before he speaks up again.

"Do you have any idea how important this is?" his tone is so serious as he shows you the problem he was solving.

"Nope. Never cared, never will. Come on Veritas, you know math hardly sparks my interest!" you whine, spreading your arm on the table to serve you as a pillow.

He scoffs as he gives you a sharp gaze. You return the gaze, however to his misfortune, yours is as disinterested as ever. 

"You are worse than a child, at the very least, they have curiosity which is deserving of respect." he says in a stern tone, his gaze still filled with determination to persuade you.

"And you are like a child, whining just like one." you roll your eyes at him, sighing in boredom.

He remains silent and you look at him for a few moments, his eyes holding some sort of indescribable emotion that makes your foolish heart soft.

"Ugh, fine! But this is the last time." you note in a serious tone, earning a soft smile from Veritas. 

"It certainly is." he nods as he opens his arm, gesturing to you to sit on his lap. Without giving it much thought and without addressing his previous sarcasm, your body simply follows, adjusting yourself on top of him. He slowly wraps one of his arms around your waist and tummy as he uses the other one to point at things as he explains them.

You have no idea how much time has passed, slightly readjusting on his lap from time to time as he keeps explaining stuff you will never think about ever again. At some point, he gives you the pen, encouraging you to try and solve one of the problems by yourself. His hand rests besides yours that was writing with slight hesitancy, but you were trying your best. His arm that was wrapped around you tightens just a bit as his thumb starts drawing small circles on your hip.

"That would be much hotter if we were playing billiards or something, ya know? In this setting, it's kinda lame." you say playfully, following with a soft chuckle.

"The only thing that is lame is your pea-sized brain that even thought of this as a form of coercion. Now, work." he says in a stern tone, earning a face of annoyance from you.

But, you keep working on the problem, even though you truly had no clue what was going on. In the meantime, Ratio slowly unwraps his arm away from your waist and slides his hand down your thigh, keeping it still for the time being.

"That's wrong." he says in his usual, semi-authoritative tone as he observes your solution to the problem.

"You knew that 10 minutes ago, should've told me then!" you raise your voice in annoyance, but he just places a soft, perhaps apologetic kiss on your shoulder.

He sneaks his hand to your inner thigh and starts drawing small circles on your skin using his thumb.

"Just try again." he whispers as his hand trails up your inner thigh, giving your flesh a few rougher squeezes in-between the tender circles.

You aren't oblivious by any means, but this stupid solution is taking up most of your focus and attention. You slightly readjust yourself on Veritas' lap, only to feel him getting harder, his cock pressing onto your ass.

What a damn loser.

He slowly moves his other hand, sneaking his thumb between your skin and your panties as well as your shorts, slightly pulling them down. You turn your head, giving him the look, but his gaze remains the same - lustful and greedy.

"Keep working." he orders in a lower tone as his other hand joins to slide down the fabrics covering your slightly leaking cunt. 

You adjust yourself, standing up for a moment, letting the fabrics fall down your legs. You sit back down, softly squirming on his lap as you continue solving the problem...or at least trying to do so.

"Good job. You got the first part correct now, can you do the rest?" he asks in a sly tone as one of his hands slides between your legs, two fingers slowly collecting the precum that was coating your inner lips.

He slowly brings his fingers up, drawing circles around your clit, just close enough to make you a bit irritated. You bite down on your bottom lip, genuinely trying to solve the issue, but with no much fruition.

"Perhaps you need a little reward for doing the first part correctly..., it might motivate you further." he whispers, kissing the nape of your neck as the two of his fingers finally begin to circle on your clit, earning a few soft gasps of yours.

"How am I supposed to work like this?" you whisper in a slightly trembling tone as your pussy clenches around nothing.

"Think of it as...mental gymnastics of a sort." his tone reveals no sympathy for you whatsoever as he continues circling over your clit, enjoying the way your body twitches from time to time. 

You roll your eyes as another barely audible gasp leaves your lips, continuing your work. His fingers move slowly enough for you to make some room for concentration, but as soon as Veritas notices that the problem is taking a bit too much of your attention, he speeds up, earning a guttural moan of yours. Your pussy leaks more, the emptiness starting to feel slightly painful.

You can't see his face, but you can sense the satisfaction that he was experiencing for messing you up like this. Although, it's only the beginning.

"You are on the right track." he whispers behind you in a low tone as his fingers trail down, teasing your entrance.

You bite down a moan, a soft muffled whimper escaping your throat as he slides two of his fingers inside your needy cunt, moving them in and out of you at a slow, agonizing pace.

He lets out a mellow sound of satisfaction of his own upon feeling your wet cunt clenching around him as he keeps stretching you out.

Your hips begin slowly rolling in and out, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as he curls them up, pressuring your sweet spot with every movement made. You drop the pen, focusing on riding his fingers and he lets you indulge in pleasure for just a moment. His other hand rests on your hip, gently guiding it without much pressure as soft moans slip past your lips each time his fingers reach all the right spots inside of you. He slightly spreads his thighs, spreading yours along the way, making you more sensitive to his touch and earning a louder moan of yours.

"Don't fuck yourself dumb now. Solve this and I will give you even more." he whispers, but his tone reveals certain impatience and neediness as you continue working in a perfect union.

"Promise?" you ask mindlessly as your hand searches for the pen, eyes rolled back as his fingers speed up just a bit, sending pleasurable jolts through your whole body.

"Promise. Now, focus and patience is what we need." he confirms, his tone becoming a bit more desperate as your pussy clenches tighter around his fingers.

You try to keep your unsteady gaze on the second part of the problem, mind overwhelmed with the heavy knot that was forming in your lower tummy as pleasurable heat spreads underneath your skin. With each roll of your hips, you can feel Veritas' cock getting harder and harder, an originally small wet spot growing bigger with each movement you make, mixing your own precum with his. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he speeds up his fingers even more, forcing a few louder moans out of you.

You curse under your breath, swiftly dropping the pen as your head falls back on his shoulder, hips still as he continues fucking you with his fingers in a faster pace. 

"Focus." he orders in a firm tone, but curls his fingers even more, not giving your sweet spot a single break. You let out a prolonged whimper, shaky breath making it hard to speak up.

"Don't tell me that you are so pathetic that you become a dumb little thing just from this." he continues in a firmer voice, although you notice a subtle teasing.

"Says a guy with a wet spot on his pants." you barely voice your sentence as more moans and whimpers occupy your throat, the pleasure too overwhelming.

In one quick instant, your cunt clenches around nothing, a loud gasp escaping your lungs as your chest hits the table in front of you. A rush of excitement goes through your body, making you needier.

"Who do you think you are?" his tone is low as he leans in, towering over your bent body, lips gently brushing over your earlobe.

"You should lick it clean since you are the one who made it in the first place.."

"Or should I just fuck you dumb since you serve no other purpose in your current state of mind?" his tone is awfully low, but firm, sending shivers up your spine. You remain silent, so Veritas makes a decision for you. A decision that you already saw coming, but he doesn't have to know that.

You can hear the zipper going down and the fabric rolling down his legs. You lay your head on the side, watching his irritated gaze as you feel him align his cock with your pretty leaking cunt. You give him a soft smile, almost feeling victorious for whatever reason, but your mouth quickly turns agape as a guttural and strained moan escapes your lungs once he swiftly slides his cock inside of you. He lets out a louder grunt as his hands fall onto your hips, pressing them into the table. He quickly picks up the pace, sliding his cock in and out of you in a swift and deep manner, stretching you out while reaching the sweetest and furthest spots inside of you.

Your fingers shakily claw on the table, filthy sounds turning your throat dry as he keeps pounding into you without a break. His grunts quickly turn into moans of his own, fingernails digging into your skin as his pelvic area slams into your ass, leaving a burning sensation behind each thrust.

"And you were doing so well...such a shame that you are a dumb little whore who only wants to get fucked." he spits out between the moans, voice a bit shaky.

Your mind feels hazy and all you manage to do is spread your legs just a bit more, greedy for deeper sensation. He quickly picks up on that, spreading your legs further using his own knee as he narrows his hips in an angle that reaches the deepest spots inside of you. You choke on your own sounds, still clawing on the table as each thrust makes your body weaker and weaker.

The burning sensation in your ass becomes even hotter as the angle of his hips changes, the speed of his thrusts making it hard for you to process every sensation that was going inside of your body.

Veritas' cock starts pulsating inside of you and your pussy clenches around him in response, earning a few soft twitches of his. He throws his head back, guttural and deep moans shamelessly slipping past his lips as he keeps you in place, the pace of his hips vigorous and precise.

An intense heat spreads beneath your skin as your thighs become shaky and weak from all the sensations. A string of saliva slips down your bottom lip, but Veritas quickly moves his hand to clean it up, his thumb brushing over the wet spot of your lip.

"How pathetic and unpresentable. Drooling like a dog." his words come out harsh, but the way his cock twitches inside of you just reveals his actual feelings about it...as always.

You roll your eyes slightly, trying to lift your hips to feel more of him if even possible, but the harsh thrusts of his own hips make it impossible for you to move. His balls slap your clit with each thrust, deepening the pleasure, but not staying long enough for you to reach your release. It makes you slightly annoyed, but the way his cock slides in and out of you in such a perfect way, reaching all of your sweet spots makes it easier not to think about it. He lets out a chain of heavy moans and gasps as your pussy tightens and relaxes around him, your eyes revealing a soft plea for him to play with your clit.

"You think you deserve it?" he asks as he leans closer to you, his chest pressing into your back, his thrusts becoming a bit shallow in the process. You nod as the knot inside of your lower tummy becomes unbearable and overwhelming, making it hard to speak or think. All you can do is tremble beneath him as your body becomes more limp with each passing second.

"I don't think you do." he whispers into your ear, a soft moan following as your cunt clenches around him, almost panicky.

A chain of weak and broken pleads slip past your lips, voice desperate and needy. He slows down his thrusts, sloppily grinding into you and slightly giving your intense build up a relief. You grind back into him, his thick cock filling you up perfectly, soft pressure and warmth building up in your cheeks from excitement and arousal.

"Please, Veritas." your tone is desperate and whiny, slightly broken as well. 

He can't help but chuckle at a pathetic, yet quite exciting sight in front of him. The sight of you like this makes his cock leak a string of precum inside of your sensitive cunt, sending tingles through your back. It also makes Veritas break easily, giving into your desire as his own release builds up more and more with every mutual grind of hips.

He slides his hand between your lower tummy and the table, the two of his fingers begin to draw small circles on your clit. You let out a gasp of relief as Veritas slightly straightens himself, chest no longer pressing into you as he quickly picks up the relentless pace from before. 

The room fills up with a mixture of both of your moans and whimpers as he keeps pounding into you without a break while his fingers move in a slower manner, creating a perfect balance. Your legs become unsteady and shaky as the knot inside your lower tummy becomes heavier and heavier, the first waves of your orgasm washing over you in short and quick spams.

His cock twitches more, applying more pressure to your g-spot as he slides his cock in and out of you, making your pleasure overwhelming. You let out dry moans as his fingers keep up the slow pace opposed to his cock, making your pussy leak more around him. He lets out breathy moans and whimpers, cock pulsating as he edges closer to his own release.

Your hand shakily grabs the edge of the table as Veritas keeps up his pace, narrowing his hips just a bit more to send you over the edge. You feel intense warmth spread beneath your skin as you become lightheaded, loud gasps and moans escaping your lungs as the knot inside your tummy finally unravels. Veritas mutters a few curse words as your cunt pulsates and twitches around him, his fingers becoming shaky on your clit as your orgasm reaches its peak.

He lets out a sharp groan, gasping quickly afterwards as he reaches his own release, a thick whip of cum spreading inside of you. Your eyes roll back as your eyebrows furrow in unbearable pleasure, legs barely keeping you up as your orgasm slowly melts away. Veritas moves his fingers away from your clit, hand quickly pressing your lower back into the table as he rides out his own orgasm, thrusts messy yet quick.

A few moments pass and he finally slows down completely, remaining still inside of you as his breathing remains erratic and heavy. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your body from the intensity, gradually becoming a bit sleepy from everything.

Veritas, however, has a different idea as he pulls you by your hips, cock softening inside of you as he sits back on the chair and placing you on his lap...just like that. You squirm a bit as his cum slowly slides down your sensitive cunt, mind hazy and ready for a good nap. However...

"Now, the second part of the problem." he breathes heavily, yet there is a seriousness in his tone.

"Are you kidding me?!"

#dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x reader smut #dr ratio smut #dr ratio x you #dr ratio x y/n #veritas ratio x reader #veritas ratio x you #veritas ratio smut #veritas ratio x reader smut #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr imagines #hsr x reader #hsr smut #female reader

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 2

Pt. 1 Ao3

I couldn't let the brain rot die

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Breath Danny, this is all fine. This was however not fine. Danny stared, mouth agape, food untouched, as The RED godamned HOOD sat across from him tearing into a burger and fries. The man had taken off his helmet and almost sent Danny into a panic before seeing he had another mask underneath. Which, honestly, shouldn’t be surprising, from what Tucker’s told him these bats are hella secretive and have an insane amount of contingencies. He thought back to the time when Tucker had tried installing similar plans in case of emergency, which mostly fell through after like two attacks. Only a few plans survived and receive semi-regular upkeep.

“Dude you gonna eat that or what?” Danny was pulled from their thoughts by the vigilante sitting across from them. Right, that. As a response they lifted a couple fries to his mouth and Ancients these are good. Hood let out a chuckle at whatever face Danny had pulled, before his voice turned a bit more serious.

“So how’d you come across the Joker? Much less put a crater in his gut?” Ah, so this was an interrogation, Danny can do an interrogation. He swallowed a few more fries before responding.

“Um, well, I was just walking back to my dorm, and the guy jumped out of an alley and grabbed me. He started talking about the Waynes and… some other stuff. So I panicked and then he was dead.” Danny trailed off, stuffing the burger in his mouth to avoid talking more. And if it weren’t for his nerves this burger would have tasted amazing, but at this moment it was just a burger.

Hood nodded, “And the smoking crater? Are you a meta or something?” And there was the question Danny constantly thinks about because yes, technically he would be considered a meta, after all his dad and his sister both have the gene so it would be so easy to explain away his powers like that. But it felt so much like a lie. Like he was denying the fact of his true nature. But Danny also really didn’t feel like explaining the complexities of ghosts at whatever Ancients forsaken time it is, to the Red Hood, over a burger and shakes. So he nodded, gesturing flippantly with his hand in a vague either or motion.

Hood looked weary but took the answer nonetheless. “I took care of the body and called some friends. Do you mind if I tell them who did it or would you like to keep it under wraps?” He said, leaning back in the booth.

“Umm,” Danny ducked his head and dropped his hand to his lap, “I’d rather not have my name or face publicized, if that's alright.” Hood Hmm’d in agreement before tilting his head to one side, A smile smile tug at the corner of his lips which, if Danny wasn’t under an intense amount of stress right now, would actually be kind of cute.

“Speaking of,” Hood said, his tone shifting to something Danny couldn’t detect, “I don’t believe I got your name.” and that’s a lie, Danny had told him in the alley way. But then, Hood had been in a bit of shock so maybe he forgot?

“It’s Danny,” Danny said again, a bit more sure this time, “Danny Fenton.” He paused for a moment before tacking on “ He/ they” and holding out his hand for Hood to shake.

That smile on the vigilantes face grew more as he took Danny’s hand, “Hood, he/him. Pleasure to make your acquaintance” was that a wink? It was hard to tell with the domino mask, but did RED HOOD just fucking wink at them.

“So how old are you Danny? You said you were heading back to your dorm, are you a student?”

It took a few moments for their brain to catch up before Danny replied, “Yeah, I just turned 20, I’m starting my first semester at Gotham U in a couple days. I’ve uhh,” Danny ducked his head again, reaching to rub at the back of his neck, “I’ve only actually been in Gotham for like three days.” he muttered sheepishly. Looking back up at Hood through his bangs.

“You’ve only been in Gotham for for three days,” hood whispered to himself, his brows drawing together in confusion, “And you killed the Fucking Joker???” He half shouted, incredulously.

Danny’s Head shot around scanning the dingy burger joint, no one seemed to have noticed. Hood looked apologetic, then a war of emotions fluttered across his face before that smile, that Danny had now decided is definitely cute (Cause that’s not a lot to unpack), crept its way back onto the man’s face.

“So what do you study?” Hood asked, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head just slightly.

Danny fought the blush threatening to creep up their face because no, no this serial killer crime boss is not cute you absolute idiot. And instead they launched into an explanation of how theyŕe majoring in Aerospace engineering and Astronomy, because this is his obsession and he could talk about his obsession all day if he could.

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Jason stared at the man before him, excitedly explaining a bunch of star stuff that, to be honest, he didn’t really understand. But this man was so goddamn cute. Danny apparently is the kind of person that talks with their hands when they get excited, because the wild gestures they were making only managed to captivate Jason more.

The two talked for almost another hour before Jason had to drop them off at their dorm because, “You almost got murdered once tonight and you got lucky, I’m going to escort you home whether you like it or not.” before returning to his patrol route.

He made a mental note while he was beating up a potential mugger, to look into this Danny Fenton, to maybe meet in civvies, because there is no way Jason is going to lose this guy.

Pt. 3

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc #red hood #jason todd #danny fenton #dead on main #bucket writes things #danny is so confused #jason is practically in love #is danny technically a meta? probably? but uhh we dont mess with that

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

Okay so, I saw this fanart done by @kalico-of-doom while scrolling around the other day and I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT IT. Otherwise the nonsense deep in my bones will consume me.

As always on my blog, serving up fresh hot garbage semi regularly, ⚠️⚠️ this is in fact a tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read. Thank you.

Summary: Alastor thinks he’s funny, Angel thinks he should give him something to laugh about.

Self satisfied laughter rang through the sitting room in the hotel foyer. Alastor nudged Angel with his elbow, trying (unsuccessfully) to get him to join in. He’d been rattling off puns for the better part of 20 minutes now, causing most of the hotel residents to vacate the contaminated area. Angel, however, was trapped.

Not physically trapped, mind you, but he didn’t want to leave the powerful demon alone, fearing he may get upset. A happy Alastor was a safe Alastor, and Angel was not about to open that can of worms.

“Oh! I have another one,” Alastor said, smiling widely. “If you don’t mind the crassness, of course. What is the difference between an unclean bus stop, and a lobster with breast implants?” Angel sighed, but engaged, resting his chin in his palm and looking at his companion. “I don’t know, what?”

“One is a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean!” The red head broke into another fit of laughter, sounding as if he was faking it for a radio audience. This joke at least earned a smile from Angel, albeit a reluctant one. Alastor trailed off, turning to face the porn star more fully. “Oh, come now, why so serious?” Angel shook his head, offering a more exaggerated smile. “Hey, I did laugh at that one.”

“You smiled, my dear arachnid. I’d say that’s hardly laughter.” Angel scoffed, dropping the grin. “Maybe if you were actually funny, I’d laugh.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I am funny.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Angel. “Considering that’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day, I disagree.” He said, crossing his top set of arms. “Well, I disagree as well.” Alastor said, crossing his legs. “I’ve been laughing this entire time, so I’d say I’m pretty funny.”

“Funny looking, maybe.” Angel retorted, mocking his signature grin. “Besides, all I’ve been hearing is your fakey laugh.”

Alastor turned again. “Fakey?” He placed a hand on his chest, as if wounded. “That is simply untrue and hurtful, Angel. My laugh is genuine.”

“There is no way in any circle of hell that you actually laugh like that.”

Alastor gave a half hearted chuckle at that. Angel pointed. “See? No one fucking laughs like that. You sound like you’re reading off of a queue card!” Alastors smile faltered, going a little crooked. The two sat in silence for a moment, stewing.

“How’s about this one?” Alastor chimed. “What do you call a cow with two legs?” Angel gave him a flat look. “Lean beef!” Just as Alastor finished, Angel lunged, tackling the radio demon to the floor. They struggled, Alastor letting out a surprised yelp as the younger demon grappled for dominance. Having a weight disadvantage, Angel attempted to straddle his waist, only managing a half perch with one leg trapped under him, fighting Alastors wild bucking. He leaned forward, grabbing his upper arms from the underside and pushing them up, pressing his body weight into the hold. Alastors ears bristled, antlers threatening to grow and spike. “Enough with the bad jokes. What do you say we see what your real laugh sounds like?” A confused look crossed Alastors eyes.

With another set of arms, Angel dug clawed fingers into his ribs. Alastor gasped, holding the breath. He looked up at Angel, signature grin wobbling, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head to the side. Then, Angel lightened his touch.

The dam broke.

A stream of high pitched giggles erupted from the radio demon. Unrestrained, uncontrolled.

But most shockingly, happy.

Angel felt his face tinge red, a fond smile forming. He carefully scribbled his nails up and down Alastors rib cage, following his squirming. “Now that is a real laugh.” He cooed. He shifted his hands downwards, focusing on the skin where Alastors ribs turned into his sides. The older demon squealed before falling into more frantic laughter. His one free leg flailed about, the heel of his shoe scraping against the floor. “Woah there,” Angel teased, picking up the pace on his scratching. “You’ll wear a hole in the carpet! Niftys going to have a fit.” Alastor worked up the gall to look him in the eye.

“Fuck you!”

Unfortunately, the giggles took all the venom from his voice. Angel laughed. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you don’t need to swear at me! It’s not like you’ve asked me to stop!” A deep red blush painted Alastors face, eyes going wide for a split second before melting into another round of laughter. He finally spoke. “No! No, please-“ his pleading cut off with a yelp, Angel having gave his sides an experimental squeeze. “Ah-ha!” Angel exclaimed. “Another spot, jeez you’re just sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?” Alastor stuttered, trying to get out that he absolutely was not. To be fair, English is hard, and it’s substantially harder when most of your breath is being used for other things.

Angel paused his ministrations and grinned, catching Alastors eye. He brought out his third set of arms.

Shit.

Alastor began to plead again, shaking his head frantically. He was unable to keep the mirth from his voice. “No! Please, no more! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll stop with the puns!” His eyes never left that extra set, watching the wiggling claws hovering over him. “Aww, the big bad radio demon is begging now?” Angels voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Suddenly, he lunged all four free hands down.

Alastor shrieked.

And nothing happened. Alastor peered up at Angel, confused. The porn star had broken into his own stream of cackling, hunched over with his hands hovering inches away from Alastors skin. “I didn’t even touch you! What in the hells was that noise?!” Alastor made an incredulous face, for once his signature grin absent. “That sound was absolutely adorable.” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Do it again?” He lunged again, this time making contact. One set of hands scribbling up and down his ribs and sides while the others dug into his tummy. Alastor shrieked again (much to his dismay), falling into loud belly laughter. He threw his head back, unable to control himself through the onslaught. He yanked on his restrained arms, kicked with his free leg, and tossed his head side to side. He finally had enough.

Two black tendrils appeared behind his tormenter, wrapping around his middle and dragging him backwards off of Alastor. Angel screamed in surprise, flailing at the sudden jolt. Alastors tendrils held Angel there on the floor while he caught his breath, slowly sitting up. He smoothed his hair with his hands, taking a few deep breaths before putting on his sinister smile. “That was fun and all,” he said, standing to make his way towards Angel, “but I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

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Charlie watched with teary eyes and a soft smile as her friends played. Hidden just around the corner, she had stopped to make sure no one was getting hurt. She had heard Alastor screaming and came running, finding a much more welcome sight.

Knowing neither of them were used to positive touch, she let them horse around. It might be good for them, after all.

Maybe she should find a way to work this into a lesson plan.

#tickling #tickle fic #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel tickle #play fighting #fluff

[punkitt-is-here]

i have never been able to draw horses or ponies ever how the hell do you do it so perfectly

it took me a long while! I figured out some tricks a while ago when I was trying to Actually Draw Horses for some semi-serious art. The real trick is that the cartoon designs are made of some really simple shapes!

My big tip is to stop thinking about them as real-life horses and start thinking of them as shapes that can bend and stretch and squash. The ponies in MLP look nothing like actual real horses; they're more like quadruped short-necked rainbow giraffes! Once I gave up on the fear of them looking anatomically incorrect and started looking for the specific "shapes" the art style was built out of, I had a much easier time. This can even work for more serious art!

(these are a little old and from when I was first trying to learn how to draw pony-type fellas from last year, but I think the principles still stand!)

Hope this helps a little! :D

#mlp #tutorial #my art #my posts #asks #punkitt #the-worm-man #arc light #cloven valley #jasper

[redclercs]

— or, the one where mick prefers the dress off of you.

✤ requested as part of the lavender haze event!

✤ mick schumacher x fem reader, prompts used: “against the window, are you insane?” + "leave the heels on"

✤ warnings: lowecarse intended, smut, mdni!! semi-public sex, unprotected sex, piv, bit of sir kink ig? creampie, no aftercare, per usual, don't take this as an example and be smart about having sex y'all. 1.2k words

visit the lavender library

the moment mick saw you with the dress on, he wanted to take it off you. not in a bad, overly possessive way, although it did occur to him that if he was looking at you like that, some of the other guests in this wedding would too.

who in their right mind had thought of giving the bridesmaids such a deep cleavage? mick couldn’t even begin to guess. his brain was swarmed with other thoughts.

“what?” you ask, your hands already on their way to cover your breasts. “it’s not too much, is it?”

mick shrugs in return, shaking his head. “definitely not.”

“you’re a shit liar,” you retort, eyeing yourself in the full-body mirror one last time. “let’s go loverboy, I don’t want to make a late entrance.”

although usually annoyed by the nickname, mick doesn’t give it a second thought as he follows you out of the room, where he wishes he could stay for the rest of the day, filling it with your whines and soft moans.

••• ─────────

you finally notice mick’s discomfort during cocktail hour. the bride and the groom are somewhere in the venue taking pictures and you’re left behind with the rest of the guests to catch your breath, and leave your boyfriend breathless.

“what’s gotten into you?” you ask mick, taking the short glass of amber liquid out of his hand. his other palm is drawing circles against your hip bone, almost leaving a hole in the fabric that hugs your figure perfectly.

"what do you mean?" he asks, already extending arm to recover the drink. his mouth is dry, and his tongue feels like sandpaper.

you click your tongue, still keeping the glass away from him. "you're so tense, and while i don't hate it, you've been practically groping me all day. in front of everyone."

your boyfriend clears his throat and stares at you for the millionth time that evening. "it's the damn dress, y/n seriously, whose idea was it?"

you laugh, before noticing he's being serious. "seven other girls are wearing this dress, mick."

"i don't care about the other seven girls, they're not the ones giving me an issue."

you raise your eyebrows at him. he's actually acting like a horny teenager in the middle of one of your closest friend's wedding.

and you like it. it thrills you to know you have this effect on him, so you caress the back of his neck with your perfectly manicured nails, the color matches your dress perfectly.

"seriously y/n," mick is gritting his teeth and turning back to the bar, to hide the lower part of his body against the mahogany.

this time you laugh audibly, and to mick's mortification a few of the guests and the bartender turn their heads in your direction.

"come on loverboy, let me help you." you wink, making your way out of the bar.

your heels create an echo through the empty room. the old mansion in which the party is taking place has many unused spaces that you discovered yesterday with mick, so now you're putting them to use.

mick shuts the door behind him, and after the lock clicks, scarce seconds pass before his hands are all over you. you didn't even hear him move.

your world comes down to tongues and teeth, and his fingers pressing and grabbing against the skin the dress leaves exposed. your hand finds its way to his crotch, he's already so hard it must be painful to keep it in his pants.

"you're so hot," mick keeps repeating like a mantra, "you're driving me crazy."

you smile against his lips, fingers already working the belt of his trousers. "this is crazy."

you want mick, you always want mick. but the idea of doing having snuck out of the wedding just to fuck him while people might be looking for you has you wanting him in a way that's overwhelming. you have never done this before, with him or with anyone else.

the moment your dress comes off, you gasp. to be fair, you expected mick to work his way up your legs, moving the fine fabric to the side, not just have you naked in the middle of the room, with your bare ass against a leather cushion.

"leave the heels on," he commands, getting rid of his suit jacket. his pants are already halfway down his legs.

"yes sir," you're only half-mocking him, but you notice the way his eyes darken at what you just called him, and you know you've unlocked a new part of your boyfriend that will only bring more enjoyment to your life.

you spread your legs for him to settle in the middle, his erection already free, out of his boxers as he approaches you. but your throbbing anticipation is met with denial as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him, and away from the couch.

the long piece of furniture that is against the wall meets your hipbones painfully as mick makes you bend against it. but you don't have time to worry about the possible bruises, not when you're right in front of the window to the back garden with your breasts hanging in the air.

"against the window, are you insane?" you gasp, your hands pressing against both the glass and the cedar surface. you don't want to risk giving quite the spectacle to another guest or one of the staff.

mick's only response is to press your back down and pin one of your hands behind you. and it's like your brain shuts off, because this is so hot, and now you both are horny teenagers unafraid of consequences.

your moans echo around the room when mick finally stars fucking you. your hips hit the wood time and time again and your free hand is pressed against the glass with such force it might break, but you don't care. it's all about the way mick feels inside you and his grunts and groans in the back of your neck.

the hand in the middle of your back moves down to your clit, roughly pressing on it before moving his finger in circles. "fuck, you're so hot," he pants, like it's the only thing on his mind. "you feel so good."

you whine as an answer, legs buckling as you approach your orgasm. you don't even care about the window or the way the sun hits your frame, making it clearer for anyone who could be outside.

mick's hand has to let go of your pinned arm to cover your mouth as you hit your climax loudly. and he presses it down hard when he cums in you, almost cutting your airflow. you twitch in his arms, overly sensitive already against his non-stop movements.

you can feel his cum start sliding down your legs and you sigh, your stomach contracting in anticipation, you could go on and on.

"we have to go back," you speak with mick's palm still against your mouth. "the reception is starting soon."

and you have to clean yourselves up in the bathroom down the hall.

reluctantly, mick takes his dick out of you, still hard. he really can't get enough of you. he can't wait for you to be back at the hotel.

you turn around to kiss him, your bare chest pressing against his clothed one. "let's do this more often," you can't help but giggle, because you're still high on the thrill of the danger of getting caught.

"I'd do it all the time," mick kisses you back, hands squeezing your ass before finally deciding to get himself together.

or as together as he possibly can, knowing you're putting the damn dress back on.

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[forays-into-fiction]

In the DM’s Chair

You drop in on Eddie during Hellfire Club and unintentionally distract him a little, he decides to show you who’s boss.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist  

Minors DNI

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Perv!Eddie/Perv!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Corruption Kink, Bondage, Semi-Public Sex/Van Sex, Oral Fixation/Oral (Female Receiving, Mentions of Male Recieving), Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Master, Bambi, Sweetheart), Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Slight Exhibitionism, Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

You’re at the diner with Eddie grabbing a bite to eat after another Hellfire Club session. A group of jocks and their girlfriends came in not long after you, celebrating the Tigers latest win. One of the group, you’re not even sure who, manages to bump the waitress as she’s passing your table. 

A glass of water on her tray topples splashing everywhere, leaving a growing wet patch over your chest. There’s apologies all around and the waitress rushes off to grab you some napkins. Eddie’s eyes lock onto your tits as the material becomes translucent.

“Awww, ‘m all wet now.” You pout up at him pinching the rapidly dampening blouse away from your chest.

His eyes snap up to yours and he lets out a low groan, “Fuck… Bambi, I know, I know you didn’t mean it like that… but fuck when you look at me all cute and innocent saying things that sound dirty… goddamn. I just wanna bend you over this table right now anyone that sees be damned.”

You let out a little gasp, “Eddie, you don’t… actually want people to see us, do you?”

“No… no, I know we’d get in trouble, like serious trouble… but it is kinda hot to think about, isn’t it?”

You giggle shyly, looking up at him through your lashes, “Yeah, kinda… does it make you hard? Staring at my tits through my wet shirt. Imagining me bent over the table, skirt flipped up while you just pound into me…You know, I’m actually getting a little wet now… like that.”

“Fuck-ing hell… I… as soon as we’re done here-”

“Your van? The bathroom? No one will see us, but they might hear us.” You offer.

“Van. Definitely the van.” He rips out his wallet and slaps down a handful of cash to cover the bill. He spins in his seat and grabs the edge of the table and the side of the seat, hauling himself out of the booth. He grabs your arm and drags you up from your seat, you pout and protest weakly, “Hey, I didn’t get to finish my milkshake.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you something better to suck on than that flimsy little straw.”

You follow after him eagerly, “Yeah?”

He holds the door open for you to pass through nodding his head, “Yeah… I’ll even let you pick what you get to suck on too, as long as you give me a good look at your tits in that wet shirt.”

He walks beside you to his van, you giggle and tease along the way, “Perv.”

“You love it. And you’re just as pervy as me.” He retorts.

“Oh, am I now? No more Miss ‘cute and innocent’, huh?”

“You secretly love that too… I know you. I know your deal. You just fucking love my whole corruption kink thing, don’t ya?” He taunts back with determination.

You clutch a hand to your damp chest dramatically, drawing his eyes back there, “Me? Nooooo, whatever do you mean?”

He lets out a growl and draws you in closer to him pulling you along the rest of the way.

He unlocks the van and takes a breath, “Ok, let me just pull ‘round back. People may get a little suspicious of the van rocking away in the middle of the diner parking lot.”

You give a mock scandalised gasp as he leads you to the back of the van, “Oh, no what would people think? The horrible, evil, devil-worshiping drug dealer corrupting poor, little innocent ‘ol me.”

He opens the door, leaning against it, eyes darting between yours and your chest, “Oh, you’re really trying to get me worked up now, huh? Really playing into that corruption kink? Don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you too.”

You pout looking at him through your lashes, “Oh, but it does sir, you know me too well.”

“You’re fuckin’ right I do. Now get in the back and strip.” He demands. You grin back at him and practically skip into the back of his van.

He slams the door behind you, palm still on the cool metal, he closes his eyes briefly and sighs before adjusting himself in his jeans.

He wastes no time in lingering there, quickly re-parking his van out of sight. You’ve settled in in the back, amongst the pillows and blankets that he now kept there, plenty of them your own additions and wildly out of place for his style. You’d taken off about as much as your shoes and socks before the doors to the back are opening and he crawls in to join you, capturing your lips in a heated, hurried kiss before breaking away. You look into his lust clouded eyes and he growls, “Thought I told you to strip?”

You give a little smirk before responding, putting on a delicate voice and wide puppy dog eyes, “But Sir… I can’t. What will people think?”

Your scandalised whisper has him groaning, he falters for a moment and you double down crossing your arms over your chest averting your gaze dramatically, “Please don’t look, my shirt’s all wet and I’ve got nothing to preserve my modesty.”

“Fuuuuuck… you wanna play it like this? Fine. We’ll do this.”

You look back to him with a giggle and place a hand on his chest, “You going to ruin me? Strip me off and convince me to let the ‘devil-worshipping drug dealer’ have his way with me? That’s not what good girls do.”

He grabs your wrist giving you a glare, “No good girls don’t, but I’m going to turn you into my good little slut instead.”

You whimper a little as he pulls your arm away from his chest, releasing it to run that hand over your own. His eyes don’t leave your tits, enveloped in the damp fabric of your blouse, until he speaks again, “You got all wet huh, sweetheart? Maybe we should take that off to dry?”

You pout up at him giving him a wordless nod, he in turn begins popping open the buttons of your shirt ever so slowly. Once he has it hanging open loosely, he trails his fingers over the swell of your breast above your lacy little bra, sending shivers over your body. 

You pull yourself free of the blouse, letting it fall away completely. His fingers meet the chain dangling above your cleavage and he pulls you into another heated kiss, grinding himself against you briefly, you gasp into his lips at the feel of his hard length pressing up against you through the fabric of both of your clothing.

He pulls back to tease, “You gonna help me with that, sweetheart? You gonna let a pervert like me have his way with you?”

You make a sound deep in the back of your throat, nodding in agreement “Hnnnn… yes, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, reaching around you to unclasp your bra, “Not such a good girl now, are you? Giving in so easy…”

You try to buck up into him and he gives you a look, “So, very easy to turn you into a slut, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, sir.” You counter breathily.

“Ffuuuck…” Eddie groans, before scrambling to tear off his own clothing. As he fumbles with his belt and yanks down the zipper of his jeans, he instructs you to take off your skirt too.

You wriggle out of it, letting it pool beneath you where you sit. He pulls his cock out of his boxers stroking himself, taking a few passes and spreading his precum. He releases his length, plunging his hand into your panties, “Shit… Bambi, you weren’t lying. You really are fucking wet.”

You manage a small hum as his fingers tease you, “Mmmhhm… for you… gonna be a good slut, for you.”

He hisses, “Jesus H Christ… please. Let… lemme fuck you…”

“Fucking ruin me.” You gasp against him, pulling him in for another kiss.

He removes your panties hastily barely wasting a second before gripping his cock, lining it up with your needy, dripping cunt and sliding in all at once in a single thrust. The pair of you groan together at the sensation as your hips meet.

He pulls back eyes half-lidded and pants out, “’m not… not gonna last long.”

You grasp at his shoulders desperately and whine as he begins pumping into you, “Me toooo…”

The van is filled with each of your desperate, pathetic sounds and the wet slap of skin on skin.

He brings a hand down to press into your clit, leaving you gasping, “Ooooohhh fuck… like that.”

He groans, “Yeah? You gonna cum with me? Be a good little slut for me?”

You give an answering moan, “Yesss… cum inside me… let everyone see what a whore you turned me into.”

He gives a strangled cry, thrusts losing any rhythm they once had, his hand pressing against you more insistently, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock… cum for me.”  

Your nails dig into his shoulders as all that tension that had been mounting finally snaps and the slick walls of your channel constrict around him, gripping him tightly over and over. His cock throbs within you, your release triggering his own, the two of you panting heavily.

You fall back into the pile of pillows and blankets and he follows along, collapsing against you. You lay there for a moment both of you still catching your breath, pressed against on another, Eddie’s cock still sheathed inside you. Eddie props himself up a little and catches your gaze, he laughs, you giggle back at him.

“Geez, all that ‘cause someone spilled a bit of water on you, huh?”

You prod at him, “Don’t tease.”

He eases his softening length out of you and flops down beside you before pulling you to lay on top of him.

“Should go around splashing water on you more often.” He taunts.

 The following week, you have some time to kill before you have to leave for Hellfire Club. You have the house to yourself for now, you’ve been planing a surprise for Eddie, experimenting a bit with self-tying. You decided to test out a couple of ideas, something around your legs, another design around your torso. 

You just couldn’t help but think of him when you spotted his favourite lengths of rope amongst your collection. Picking out the soft, silky ropes you practically skip back to your bed ridding yourself of your clothing along the way. 

Working away meticulously, you ensure everything is symmetrical and more importantly testing the tightness.You move to check your progress on your legs in your mirror and continue there with your chest.

Once you’re happy with everything you do a little twirl and giggle at your reflection, Eddie will love it. You sigh happily at the thought and glance at the clock on your bedside table.

“Oh, shit I’m gonna be late.” You gasp and tug at the knots around your calves, unraveling the rope hurriedly. You struggle with the chest harness you’d constructed around yourself, but there’s no time. You give up grumbling, “Fuck, it’ll just have to stay on.”

You pull on your previously discarded skirt. Ignoring the rumpled top on the floor, you pull out a new blouse, shrugging it on and buttoning it over the silky ties you’d placed on yourself. You scramble for your keys, grasping at the fuzzy little charm on the end and rush out to your car.

You pull into the Hawkins High parking lot in record time, right next to Eddie’s van. When you burst into the drama room a little out of breath you apologise, interrupting Eddie’s narration. He looks up angrily until he realises it’s you, “Bambi! Thought you weren’t going to make it this time. C’mon take a seat, here right by me.”

Mike grumbles in Dustin’s ear, “He’d never let any of us get away with that shit.”

Eddie fixes him with a glare before continuing where he’d left off, “So, as I was saying… you notice that the keep has been left unguarded, what would you like to do?”

You miss what they say as you move to grab a spare chair and position it next to Eddie.

He slips a hand under the table, resting it on your thigh rubbing his fingers lazily over the plump, soft swell of skin. He carries on with the game but you can’t keep track, distracted by his hand on you, feeling the rope brushing against your skin with every breath.

You jump as an erratic dice toss sends one toppling off the table and onto the floor. You drop down to your knees and offer up an enthusiastic, “I’ll get it!”

The die sits under the table just in front of Eddie, you shimmy further under and he inhales sharply at the sight of your ass wiggling around. He’s getting a clear view under your skirt at your lacy panties, wet patch forming on the front sticking them to your folds affording him an undeniable look at the outline of your labia.

You crawl back out die in hand, his eyes had been searching for the guitar pick around your neck, honestly they had, but in that little glance down the front of your blouse he’d spotted the rope. Barely suppressing a groan as his dick twitches beneath his jeans he offers you a hand to help you off the floor.

You give him a grin and hand him the die, standing back up, “It was a three, unless you guys want a re-roll?”

Eddie clears his throat, blush creeping its way up his neck and over his cheeks, “Nope. No re-rolls tonight, three it is. What’s that make your total, Henderson?”

He rushes through the rest of the session, growing increasingly irritable as the game progresses. One of the guys suggests they cut it short tonight, as they in turn grow ever more frustrated with the moody DM.

As the last party member leaves, he rounds on you, standing in front of you. He cages you in with his hands on the armrests of your chair, he growls, “What the shit was that, y/n?”

You look up at him innocently, you know he really means it, when he says your actual name, “What?”

“Oh, ok you wanna play all cute and innocent now. Don’t act like you don’t know what you did. Getting on your hands and knees in front of me, showing me your wet little cunt… you’re so soaked, I could fucking see every last detail, even with the panties on. And the rope? You come here with rope wrapped all around you… just ready to go, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I ummm… I swear I didn’t plan this… I… I was just practicing some knots and stuff you know and I got carried away and lost track of time and then I was struggling to get it off so I just left it on.”

He nods and says in a patronising tone, “Uh huh, sure. What about everything else then?”

“Well… of course I’m wet Eddie, you… you had your hand on my thigh just rubbing and squeezing while you spoke with that voice… I didn’t even hear what you were saying really, but just uhghh so commanding… you know how it sets me off.”

He smirks, leaning in whispering in your ear menacingly, “Really, is that all it takes to turn you into a messy little whore? My hand on on your thigh… like this?”

He gropes your leg for emphasis, his voice is deep and rumbling as he continues, “My voice in your ear, like this?”

“Edddieee…” You whine and try to squeeze your legs together, but his hand stops you, holding your leg in place.

He pulls back to look into your eyes, giving a subtle shake of his head, “Ah, ah, ah. So, what was that little stunt with the die then, hmmm?”

You pout up at him, “I just wanted to help-”

“Yeah, ‘help’ me lose all semblance of thought and concentration with a view straight up your skirt and down your top! All with that broad grin over your face, just like ‘look at me, sir… I’m all ready for you’.”

“P-please…”

“Already begging, are you, Bambi? Tell me what are you begging for?”

“You.”

“Well, princess seems to me like I need to teach you a lesson. I’m going to fuck you… right here until you’re as limp as a rag doll, then once more just to make sure you remember who your master is. You got that?”

“Yes. Yes… master.”

“Good girl. You catch on quick, don’t you? Now strip down to your underwear, let me see what you managed to do with that rope.”

He takes a step back allowing you to stand, watching you expectantly. You rise and begin shedding your clothes under his scrutinising stare. You drape them over your chair and toe off your shoes. Standing before him, arms crossed behind your back as his eyes rake over your handiwork with the rope.

He trails a finger over it and hums, “You even used my favourite colour, are you sure you didn’t plan this? Maybe you did without even realising it… maybe I put the idea in your head when I said I’d bend you over that table and fuck you right there, everyone else be damned?”

“I just… I saw this one and it made me think of you so I used it.”

“Fuck… really Bambi? You were thinking about me?”

“Yeah… wanted to test some stuff out so I could do something special for you.”

“Shit, right that’s it…” he drags you over to his ‘DM chair’, as everyone called it. He takes a seat, tilting his hips upwards as he undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans tugging them down.

He pushes his boxers aside, letting his hard cock slap up against him, he strokes over it once… twice and then pulls you closer. “Panties off.”

“Yes, Si-Master.” You duck down to comply letting your panties fall around your ankles before stepping out of them. He lifts you suddenly, you gasp as your feet leave the ground and he positions you with your legs hanging over the armrests of his chair. With your legs spread he gets a tantalising view of your glistening folds and you feel your arousal dribbling out of you.

“Fuck look at you, spread out all for me…” he rubs the pink tip of his cock against your entrance teasingly.

“So, fucking wet.” He groans, the sound reverberating through his chest.

You whimper in response and he finally tears his gaze away from your sopping wet cunt. He looks up at you taking in your slightly parted lips as you let out breathy little sighs, “Please master, fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, let me suck on those tits first.”

His gaze drops down to your chest as you arch your back, pushing your chest out towards him. His hands land on you roughly, he kneads the flesh as he growls, “So fucking perfect, I swear… and look no bra, just held up by all this pretty rope…”

He pushes your breasts together, mouthing on one while he takes care of the other with one of his hands. He works you over so well, you’d swear you could cum from this alone, but then he’s tearing his head away, lips swollen and red, eyes blown wide with lust.

“This pretty little cunt is just drooling for me, isn’t it?” He dips his fingers into your wetness with a self-satisfied smirk, pulling them away your arousal strings between you and his fingertips, “What’d I say?”

He gives his fingers a lick, never breaking eye contact with you, it sends a pulse to your clit. You bite back a moan for more, you wouldn’t put it past him to make you wait even longer if you did.

“You ready to take my fat cock like a good little slut?”

“Yes master, please. Please, fuck me. I’ll take everything you give me.”

“That’s right, you’re so good for me.” His hands drop to your hips, holding you in place, one hand slips down lower to guide his cock into you slowly.

He pushes his hips all the way up gradually, burying himself all the way inside you, his ass lifting from the seat. He pushes you down against the armrests, your legs swing as he gives an experimental thrust. Your head drops forward pressings kisses to his forehead as you gasp and moan above him, gripping the back of his chair.

“Ohh… fuck… please, again.”

He thrusts up again forcefully and you bounce along with him, the arms of the chair digging into you. He lets out a deep groan of his own, “Shit… feels so fucking good.”

His hips slam up into you, ass thumping back down into the cushioned chair on every back thrust, hands gripping you tightly, tight enough to bruise.

You tilt his head up to you with one hand and capture his lips with your own, kissing him deeply swallowing up all his grunts and groans. He bucks wildly beneath you and tugs your head back by your hair, “This what you wanted?”

His taunting is broken up by little huffs and grunts, “Hfff…You wanted to get fucked by your master right here in his DM chair?”

“Fuck ‘m close… so close. God yes, wanted this… wanted you, master.”

“Ungh… Do you wish the rest of the guys were still here so they could see what a slut you are for me?”

“Shit… ‘m gonna cum…”

“That’s it cum on my cock, squeeze your tits for me while you do.”

Your hands move from the back of the chair to push your breasts together, smushing them up with the rope that’s wrapped around them, tweaking at your nipples. You throw your head back, mouth dripping open as the head of his dick catches you in just the right spot repeatedly.

“Yeah, that’s it cum for me.”

You let out a cry of his name as you clamp down on his cock. Tugging on your nipples firmly, electricity buzzing all over your skin, radiating out from your spamming cunt. You collapse against him, but he continues pummelling away. His hands link behind your back, he pulls you in closer as with one final thrust, he stills and empties his twitching dick, deep within you. 

You let out a sigh as you feel his warm, thick release filling you with spurt after spurt. He rests there for a moment, dick still buried with in you, plugging you up, holding his cum inside you.

“Ohhh holy shit that was good.” He sighs in your ear.

You give a blissed out, “Yeeaaaahh…” in agreement and he chuckles at you.

His devilish smirk goes unseen as he whispers in your ear, “But I’m not done yet.”

You can only manage a hum in response, “Mhmm.”

He scoops you up, his dick slipping out from you, releasing a torrent of your combined cum in its wake. He stands and turns, lowering you into the chair. He lifts your legs back over the armrests again, baring your sloppy cunt to him, he watches as his cum flows out of you leaving a sticky trail. 

He spares you a quick glance and you grin back at him, “I’ll take everything you give me, master. See…” You dip a hand between your legs scooping up a glob of sticky fluid before bringing it to your lips and sucking it down with a lusty moan. You repeat the action once more, this time lingering with your fingers in your mouth as you watch his mouth drop open with a gasp.

He grabs your wrist and growls, “My fucking turn.”

He drops to his knees, hands resting on your knees as his tongue delves between your folds and he slurps up the rest of your combined cum with a lewd, wet sound. He continues to eat you out like a man starved, spreading you wide open with his hands while his tongue devours you. 

The tip of his nose nudges at your clit, his long hair tickles at your bare legs so you reach down and gather it up. His darkened gaze settles on you, looking into his eyes has your breath quickening more rapidly than before. 

You tug on his hair and he moans into your wet hole. You thrust up against him as much as he’ll allow, drawing closer and closer to your climax. His eye contact is intense, you hold on to it as you topple over the edge into bliss once more, gasping and panting. 

His tongue continues to probe into your quivering entrance seeking out all he can get of your release. When he pulls away from your ruined hole grinning all the while you let out a pathetic shuddering sigh and reach out for him.

He laughs, “I’m still not done, sweetheart. You got me all hard again with those pretty little moans and those beautiful eyes staring back at me. Also with that heavenly taste, goddamn, I swear I could spend the rest of my life buried between your thighs.”

You giggle and hum in agreement, “Hmmm, me too… I mean, buried between your thighs. Sucking on your dick and balls… God that’s fucking good.”

“You’re right when you say we’re made for each other, Bambi. Now I think I promised ‘once more to remind you who your master is’ and I think I’ll take that with you bent over the game table. How’s that sound?”

You let out a choked whimper, “Fuck master, yes please.”

He hauls you to your feet and flips you around so you’re pressed against the table. He sweeps a hand in front of you knocking over his DM screen, scattering miniatures and dice, you hear a few of the dice clack as they fall to the ground. 

You fold your arms in front of you, leaning into the table, your bare breasts brushing against the hard surface. He grabs onto the rope around your torso and pulls you back against him as he presses his chest to your back. He whispers in your ear, “I’m your fucking master. You are my little slut and don’t you ever forget that.”

He buries himself balls deep in one thrust leaving you reeling, practically knocking the air out of you. His thrusts are erratic, his breathing ragged as he forces your legs wider, sinking into you impossibly deeper. You could swear you feel him in your throat as his balls swing and slap against you. You mewl beneath him, his clothed body pressing against your own chasing his release.

You can feel his length twitching inside you, you know he’s close when you hear that telltale hitch in his breath.

He gasps into your ear, “Can you imagine it… a group of guys all just sitting around this table watching as I take you from behind. Watching as… as you fall apart on my cock, over an-and over. Everyone knows… I’m your master though… hngh… you cry out for me. You beg for me…”

You moan into the flat of the table beneath your face as he slips a hand beneath you to rub your swollen clit, “Ohhhhh…”

“Shit you… hmmm… gonna cum again, princess? Tell me who’s your master? Who’s in control here?”

“Fuck… oh god… you Eddie! You! You’re my master… and I’m your good little slut.” You tighten around his thick cock.

“Christ… yes… fuck, yes. I’m your master!” His hips stutter to a halt, unloading rope after rope of hot cum into your waiting entrance.

His climax triggers your own and your slick channel grips him ever tighter, you whine as he bites down on your shoulder.

You feel boneless slumped against the table, sandwiched between it and him, his weight bearing down on you. He pulls away and scoops you up, lowering you into his chair once again. He spots your panties on the ground and kneels to retrieve them. 

Still on his knees in front of you, he eases your panties over your legs until they settle against your sticky folds, immediately soaking up the mess of jizz that pools there.

He smirks up at you, you pout down at him, “Hey, you never took off your clothes… no fair.”

He chuckles, “I made you cum three times and you’re gonna complain that I didn’t take off my clothes?”

You tug on the sleeve of his shirt, “Yeah, ‘s better when I get to see you… all of you. It’s better when our skin touches.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Alright, wait right there.”

“Don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to, my legs are like fucking jello.” You call back to him as he goes off in search of something amongst the props from the drama class.

He reappears with a bundle of fabric, laying it out on the ground. He strips off his clothing adding it to the pile. He turns back to you giving his hips a shake, his softening dick flopping around still glistening in the low light, smeared with cum. “Like what you see? This what you wanted princess?”

You giggle and grin at him, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”

He steps closer to you grinning back at you, “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” He puts on a falsetto as he continues, “‘Let Me See Your Floppy Dick’ and ‘Oh It’s So Perfect’.”

You giggle again, giving him a nudge, “Stop making fun of me.”

He slots himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in for a kiss. “‘Legs like jello’, you said?” He teases with a lopsided grin as he pulls away.

“Mhmm… fucked me real good.”

He smirks and lifts you up, you wrap your shaky legs around him as best as you can. He tosses you down gently onto the pile of fabric and clothing he’d created, following after you, flopping down beside you.

He presses into your side and you roll over to face him, finally getting your skin-to-skin contact. The pair of you grin at each other, he lets out a giddy little giggle, “We just fucked in the school… in the Hellfire Club room.”

“We’re gonna need to sanitise… everything in here, you know that?”

He whines, “Ugh… clean up can wait, just enjoy the moment.”

“I am. I love you, you know that?”

“God, I fucking love you too, Bambi.”

“So… ‘Master’? That’s a new one.” You give a curious little hum.

“Yeah, that was ok, right? I know you like ‘Sir’, don’t get me wrong I do too… love it actually, but… ‘Master’ just felt right ya know?”

He turns his head away apologising, “Sorry, I kind of sprang it on you, I should’ve probably waited ‘til we could talk about it properly…”

You tilt his head towards you, “Eddie, ‘Master’ is good, it’s sooo good… also very fitting for a Dungeon Master like you.

“Hey! You stop making fun of me, I know it’s nerdy and shit-”

You cut him off with a kiss, throwing your leg over him and straddling him, before breaking apart, “More like sexy. Also doing it in the DM’s chair… bent over the game table… in the fucking school… hell I’d let you take me on every square inch of this place.”

“Jesus H Christ. You… you’re serious? Can we… can we make this a regular thing? Friday nights D&D followed by intense, kinky sex?”

“If that’s what my Dungeon Master desires.” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yes. God yes. A million times yes. It would be a dream come true. ” He groans.

You giggle and lean back into him, “I can also keep up this ‘Master’ stuff if you’d like. Is it ok if I still use ‘Sir’ as well?”

“Oh Bambi, of course you can… and I’d really like if you used ‘Master’, thank you.”

You press your lips to his, placing a hand on his cheek. When you release his lips, you rest your forehead against his. His hands wander, tracing over the rope around your torso. He hooks a finger under the rope sitting against your hip, glancing down briefly before returning his gaze to meet yours, “You were really practicing this for me?”

“Yeah… it’s gonna be your birthday soon, wanted… guess it’s kinda ruined now, but I wanted to surprise you with it.” You admit.

A dopey grin overtakes his features, “It is not ruined at all, Bambi. ‘S cute that you wanna tie yourself up all for me like a pretty little present. I really hope you do.”

“I will… I’ve got a few more ideas to test out so it could still be a surprise.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see what you come up with… but we should probably get going now, clean up as best as we can and head home.”

“Lets.” You agree, pushing off from him and standing, offering him a hand up.

He stands and pulls you back into him for one more lingering kiss, you pull away first, “Hey, do you think you could help me out of this?”

“Of course I can, c’mere.” He begins picking at the knots, caressing your skin gently in places as he goes, “You did a really good job with this. How did you even manage to tie a bow like this behind your back?”

“It was… easy?” Confusion creeps into your tone at his apparent amazement, you explain, “It’s like tying off apron strings or hooking up a bra. No problem, like yeah you can’t see what you’re doing, but you can feel it out.”

“Hmmm, I guess. Dunno… don’t think I could do it.”

You giggle and move to collect your clothes as the last length of rope slips away from your body, “Well, that’s not really a problem unless you’re planning on tying yourself up.”

The pair of you redress as he gives another hum, “Would you…  would you like to see me tied up? We could give that a go too.”

He busies himself with coiling the rope in his hands around itself, trying not to seem overeager.

You step back towards him, trailing a hand over his chest teasingly, drawing his eyes to yours and his hands halt their actions.

You assure him, “Could be fun. We can definitely try that if you’re into it. Maybe do something where you wear some panties again, make you look all pretty in some rope… god, just thinking about that is... you’d be so pretty, I just know it. I mean you’re already a very pretty man-”

He chuckles cutting you off, “Bambi, you’re rambling, and I think you just called me ‘pretty’ at least three times. You’re into it.”

“Yeah, guess so huh? You know you’re also very handsome, just because I say ‘pretty’ doesn’t make you any less masculine. You are my big, strong man… I just-”

“I know what you mean, I don’t take any offence to it. I can be pretty and manly at the same time.”

“You know Eds, it’s very sexy how secure you are in yourself, not just about stuff like this, but everything. You are so unapologetically yourself, I love it… I love you.”

“Shit well I’m glad you think so, but there is plenty that I am insecure about.”

“I think deep down everyone is, but you are true to yourself where it matters and that is amazing.”

He looks at you with a softness in his eyes, “You’re pretty amazing yourself there, y/n… but, c’mon let’s get going I’m getting kinda tired now.”

“You wanna come back to my place? I can drive us.”

“Oooh, you trying for round four now?” He taunts.

You slap his arm playfully, “Perv. No, my place is closer and you can close your eyes for a bit in the car… and I’ll get to fall asleep in your arms.”

“Love it when you take care of me. Yeah, let’s go to your place Bambi, I’ll cuddle you as good as I fuck you.”

You giggle, “Well, I am in for some phenomenal cuddles then.”

He laughs with you, “Sure are.”

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Your post about sete/vale rivalry is literally so informative it's like a pivotal post to fully understand the way valentino's mind works. You're his friend just up to the point you are not (mainly after perceived crimes not backed up by any real proof apparently). Valentino literally turbodivorced every guy he was friendly with in the paddock (and the irony of two of those turbodivorces happening in the same place isn't lost on me)

I did do my best to keep marc out of that post and let the parallels speak for themselves but like. yes

what's interesting to me about this rivalry is that it's... kind of his first rodeo. I mean he'd obviously had rivals before and a feud and all that and him and biaggi were constantly *gestures* - but one of the most common complaints about valentino is that he switches up towards you when you actually become a serious threat. which!! I still fully believe to some extent is natural, this is sports, they're competing, and I take more seriously with some of valentino's victims than with others. (melandri is always the one where I'm a bit? valentino no offence but why would you bother, in 2005 there wasn't a title fight and in 2006 valentino actually got on really well with two of the four other main contenders and at the very least didn't actively have a problem with dani. so maybe just a melandri problem question mark.) but I do feel like sete was... maybe not the first, but the first that was this extreme. and, very much topic for another post, but he really does learn a lot from the sete rivalry. a lot of the tactics and performance art and all of that, how he uses all of it to demoralise his enemies - this rivalry was kinda the blueprint

but, at the same time, of course it was a different valentino that marc ended up fighting, and not just in terms of how fast and competitive valentino was at that stage of his career. this is something that's quite hard to get across sometimes, because the natural inclination is to just... look at all the past instances in which valentino was a dick and conclude that he has, in fact, always been a dick. but he wasn't just statically malevolent for a twenty plus year career, and it's important to... reinsert context to assess how he developed as a rider and as a character during that time. it's not twenty non-stop years of valentino feuding. and marc is facing a valentino who had inevitably changed as a result of years of injury and poor results on a poor bike. valentino was pretty open in 2012 that he was returning to yamaha after two years on a donkey of a bike to, y'know, see if he was still fast, if he still had it in him - because he genuinely did not know (stop me if this reminds you of anyone more recently). he was so frustrated in 2013 with constantly finishing in fourth place that he took the truly radical step of firing his crew chief jb. one more try, one more change up to see if he could still be fast

it was only in 2014, where, okay he was losing to marc, but he could feel that he was competitive again, he could semi-regularly beat jorge and dani at the very least... then comes misano and he beats marc in a direct fight, draws an error out of him, gets him to crash, and marc shows up at his ranch and manages to strongly signal that he does actually really want to beat valentino. and that, in a way, shows that he was beginning to take valentino seriously as a competitor again (which I would suggest he wasn't doing at the end of 2013). that's something that's easy to miss about the ranch episode: yes, it's notable how much they were treating each other like hardened rivals, but it was also notable they were doing so in 2014, given the kind of season marc was having. maybe it truly was the worst possible timing. maybe it truly was the race in misano that made both of them go. hey. this really could be happening

but it's still a humbled version of valentino, it's still a version of valentino who has already kind of had to make his peace with the fact his time might very much be over. to me, in a way it's more dramatically satisfying if he did make peace with it, if he was more or less all right with marc making the sport his own. okay, there's always going to be a little bit of bitterness, a little bit of envy... because he wished he could still do what marc was doing, of course he did. but by the end of 2013, he knew it was more likely than not he would never be involved in another title fight. he thought his career might be ending after the 2014 season. he told the world if he wasn't competitive in the early races in 2014 then that would be that, and I think he meant it

there was no guarantee he'd have a season like 2015 - sure, he was working harder than ever and making radical personnel choices, all in the hope he still had something more to give... but he didn't know it would happen. it was really really unlikely!! there's a giddiness to him in early 2015, almost like he couldn't quite believe himself he'd get that chance. and then, yes, he does withdraw from marc, he does go back into title fight mode... but relatively speaking, this is still a more agreeable version of valentino. this is still a version of valentino who is determined to not start shit with jorge - it's odd to watch, but in those 2015 pressers valentino is constantly engaging him in conversation, at a time in which the marc chatter was already dropping off pretty sharpish

(incidentally, I think vale was proper pissed off at how jorge reacted to the whole sepang thing and how jorge was angry with valentino, which is very funny to me. like at catalunya 2016 vale's going!! I actually made an effort with this bitch!! I was nice to him for three years, does that count for nothing??)

valentino also doesn't blow shit up over assen, even though by his standards marc should be giving him plenty of reason to. he's definitely cooled off towards marc, but he's still giving him the benefit of the doubt where he wouldn't have done so with past rivals - which, yes, I do think partly reflects how he felt about marc, but also reflects how he was approaching that year and that phase of his career as a whole. he didn't really want drama; he wasn't really looking for any distractions from the actual title fight. which doesn't mean that he wasn't already changing his behaviour towards his competitors in response to the demands of the season - it's just a question of the extent. here from a write-up of assen 2015 (I don't entirely agree on the point of the effectiveness of valentino's mind games, though I do agree - like valentino himself does - with the general idea that most of the work needs to be done on-track):

in the end, he cracked. I guess that's what generally happens when you put someone under that kind of pressure - you make them revert to type. valentino wasn't arrogant or entitled or over-confident in that season, he was desperate. he'd been given this unexpected chance and he was throwing everything he had into making it work. body, mind, soul, all of it, wringing himself out in pursuit of this dream. he could feel it slipping away at several points that season... that four race jorge win streak where he led every single lap and it was kind of like? okay, you just can't do anything about that. valentino can't match that, not at this stage of his career. or brno, after which they were level on points and jorge led on countback and it just felt like valentino so obviously had a consistent pace deficit that surely this could only go one way. all these moments where it felt like it might actually be over, in the least dramatic way imaginable. in many ways, this wasn't really a title fight that should ever have been so close - and it's to valentino's credit as a rider, his versatility and willpower, that he was even able to push things as far as he did. but he did know he was hanging on by a thread, and he ended up playing the last hand he felt he had available

obviously, it wasn't really rational calculation that made him do what he did in sepang - though there probably was an element of, y'know, might as well. but he believed he detected a pattern of behaviour in marc - not entirely incorrectly, because it did feel like marc approached his battles with valentino differently - and fashioned himself a conspiracy on the basis of it. he hoped it could change the momentum one last time; he decided to make one final roll of the dice. and then, of course, marc reacted in a way that has ensured valentino will never stop believing in his conspiracy theory. because of course marc did, because of course he never would have taken it lying down. because valentino knew from the moment marc engaged him in that battle at sepang that it was almost certainly all over, because he lost his temper - which usually helps him, except when it doesn't. because they both lost their tempers and ended up just wanting to hurt each other, to prove a point. because that's who they both are

the main point I'm trying to make here is kind of.... it's just how I personally read the sete stuff - yes, these are the same patterns of behaviour, yes, a lot of parallels do obviously present themselves. I've long felt that sete is the single most significant valentino feud to understanding what happened with marc. he's the only other one who valentino was friends with, the only other one valentino felt hurt by on a personal level, the only other one who valentino changed his behaviour towards from one day to the next. and I think under the right circumstances, if you give valentino enough of an excuse and enough of a prize to aim for and have planted enough seeds of suspicion in advance... you can get this situation where the competitive paranoia takes control and he buys into this whole betrayal narrative and he decides he needs to go nuclear. and it also gave him a script to follow - one he knew could work because it had. except of course it could have gone very wrong in 2004 too. what happens if he's so desperately determined to ruin sete that he bins it in phillip island and finds himself only barely ahead in the points going into the title decider? compare that race to phillip island 2009 - obviously, there's a sizeable difference between the level of opposition (especially at that circuit) and the '09 race probably wasn't winnable, but he still ends up eventually deciding to settle for second behind casey because he doesn't want to risk losing the championship to jorge. he's not casey's biggest fan either, but he never came close to losing his head fighting him. it's different. he might do some of his finest riding when he's angry, but where there's anger there's also volatility. and, on occasion, there's also some really bad choices

if 2004 is the moment where he's properly learning to play these games, then 2015 is him falling back on these tools when he really had basically discarded them. it'd been five years since he'd engaged in mind games in earnest (I know him and casey were constantly at it in 2011-12, but whatever the hell that was about, whatever part of their psyches they were appeasing there, it obviously had fuck all to do with on-track competition). that's a long time! there's a 2014 interview where he's asked about his work on the 'mental side' against his rivals:

the first thing he immediately stresses is that there's zero point in doing any of this if you're not fast enough on-track to back it up. if you are fast, sure, you can do some off-track 'work', especially if you know it makes your rivals suffer :) but it won't have the same effect without the on-track performance. so even if we want to say valentino hadn't mellowed post-2012, even if he hadn't grown one jot humbler in his heart of hearts, even if he wasn't swayed by any genuine fondness for marc, he still knew the maths just didn't work out in his favour with his current opponents. he couldn't deploy his favourite tactics against jorge because jorge insisted on spending the entire season either two spots ahead or three spots behind valentino, and the off-track stuff just can't work if you're never sharing space on-track. it could and did work against marc, but he wasn't trying to score psychological victories against marc! certainly not by the time they reached assen and marc was basically out of that title fight. so there wouldn't have been any point in trying to fuck with either of them in that way off-track and, well, it could easily backfire. which is something valentino understood perfectly well until they were 88.9% of the way through the season, and then he changed his mind at what was almost the very last possible moment. which I think speaks to how desperate valentino was to make a mistake like he did at sepang: he felt it was all he had left to try

the other way in which marc comes into this whole thing is that.... I mean, he knew about all this stuff! this is the thing right, maybe he wasn't watching the sepang 2004 press conference as an eleven year old and later going 'huh' but broadly speaking, he will obviously have been aware of how this went down, qatar controversy and all of it. he's sitting right there in that jerez 2015 presser when valentino is asked about sete and in response valentino says sete played 'dirty games'. he's obviously aware of the whole jerez 2005 situation, not least because he copied valentino's overtake in his third ever premier class race. which in turn sete was watching unfold, and is still having thoughts about in 2023:

so it's kind of... y'know, you've got marc, you've got someone who's still very much the heir apparent despite all the drama between him and valentino. if you're sete, do you look at marc and see somebody who valentino hurt in similar ways to what he did to you, or do you look at marc and see another version of valentino? do you see both? it's again that thing of, if you have a problem with some of valentino's more aggressive riding then you will definitely have a problem with marc. because of course marc is the escalation, because valentino generally picked his moments a bit more and adjusted his levels of aggression more to the situation, whereas marc is mostly just Like That. so sure, if you're sete gibernau you can look at marc and see another one of valentino's victims, but at the end of the day you're also going to see his legacy

and this from 2017:

not an original thing to say obviously, half of motogp has said it at one point or another. but. still. meaningful to me!

that tension between 'fellow valentino rival' and 'valentino's successor' is imo inherent to the jerez pass situation, because (along with laguna seca) it's an example of marc actively inserting himself into valentino's legacy. and the thing is, right, these aren't just neutral fun passes that everyone remembers because they looked cool: they're the biggest flashpoints of their respective feuds. marc did to jorge what valentino did to sete - and then he did the most valentino thing imaginable and went to jorge when he must have known jorge would still be furious, making him publicly reject his handshake and starting up a whole lot of discourse™ that would take forever to die down. marc knew immediately how controversial what he did would be and was completely at home in the chaos. it's not just the pass that does valentino proud, it's the shamelessness

while that race might not have had the same repercussions as '05, at the end of the day you do have to remember that those passes have a lot of baggage and controversy attached that marc is also making himself a part of. in the case of laguna, it's valentino addressing livio suppo in the presser because of all the grief suppo and casey had given valentino over the '08 overtake. in the case of the jerez pass, it's sete talking about how alienated he is by this whole approach to riding that marc so completely embodies. and the whole thing has come up quite a few times since 2013, because everyone loves bringing up last corner passes at least once a year when they show up again at jerez

so for instance we have this clip from 2016 (fourth race of the season, vibes still in hell), where the riders are asked whether they'd prefer to be in first, second or third position heading into that final corner. not all too much to say about this one, really. jorge, who it seems has at long last learned his lesson about what to do when you've got a lunatic sitting on your rear wheel headed into the final corner of a race, stresses that he'd protect the inside line - not least because these two fuckers would dive on the inside through the grass if you give them half a chance. also, decent gag from marc! good on him. not always easy for those who have decided they hate him so much so that they refuse to laugh at anything he says

then we have this from 2017 - where sete is in the room - asking four riders who they'd want to arrive at jerez's final corner with. three guys give pretty boring answers, though you'll note in 2017 valentino does actually mention his battle with sete (*gestures with his head in sete's direction*) in the same breath as the one between "marc and jorge". those three boring answers are followed by a great response courtesy of jorge. the question doesn't actually specify, but obviously jorge immediately zeroes in on valentino and marc since they are. you know. the two guys with a history of doing last corner jerez crimes. and they're also two confirmed lunatics, though jorge believes that valentino at least might be a little less reckless now that he's a little older. hey, maybe even marc has become 3% more sensible at the advanced age of 24 (funnily enough, vale when making that overtake in '05 was two years older than marc is in this clip). it's a sweet moment - but, without wanting to belabour the obvious, it's also another way of showing how irrevocably linked both the passes and the blokes executing them are. both valentino and marc are 'hard brakers', to put it lightly. two peas in a pod, from a man who would know

we do also of course get sete reacting to valentino's answer. idk what this facial expression is but I sure am compelled by it (thank u to dani pedrosa for working with sete in 2017 so that we'd get live sete reaction shots. I am very grateful)

okay so those two I included because. well it's just kind of neat and fun that this is a parallel they won't ever escape. linked legacies and all that. but I am actually building up to a point here, and it's to do with how even post-2015, it's not like marc is always overflowing with sympathy and compassion for valentino's other victims. he knows his lore! he will know at least the general details of the sete relationship and how it deteriorated and what valentino did to him afterwards! so let's bring in austria 2017, a time at which the vibes between the two of them aren't actually. catastrophic. exhibit a:

so in this presser, valentino is asked if his overtake on jorge at catalunya '09 is the favourite of his career, and he says it was special because it was the last corner - he can't remember any other examples of him making a last corner overtake in the premier class. at which point marc taps valentino to point out sete:

the expression marc makes in the thumbnail - that's how he looks when he's eagerly waiting for valentino to put two and two together. the thing is, right, this whole feuding business, the way valentino treated his rivals, how he was pretty awful to them... all of it will have been stuff that marc actively enjoyed as a fan. and even post-2015, when marc has experienced some of the very worst valentino has to offer, marc still finds the whole jerez thing pretty funny, not just the overtake but what it meant for the relationship between valentino and sete. he makes valentino aware of sete in the room, because of course he would never forget valentino's greatest hits. like, remember why this exchange is funny: everybody knows this overtake was a super controversial thing and a big source of tension between the two of them and valentino's forgotten about it. and marc's laughing at this!! in 2017!! "after we have a bit problems" and marc thinks it's hilarious!! buddy

one more presser moment, from 2019. just a bit of context here - earlier in the presser they were asked about dani getting a corner named after him at jerez and valentino went 'yeah good for him but I wouldn't want a corner named after me !!' and marc talked about how he'd gotten a corner at aragon named after him the year before. so now, the riders are asked what their favourite bit of the jerez circuit is. the joke here goes a) marc says 'last corner' the way he does because everyone knows he did a terrorism there, b) jack miller says 'you mean jorge lorenzo corner' because everyone knows it's funny marc did a terrorism on jorge there like a day after jorge got the corner named after him, and c) marc says 'it's valentino corner' because everyone knows his move was copying the move valentino did on sete. and... 'valentino corner'... first of all why would you do this to your literal teammate jorge lorenzo... but again the whole reason this exchange is funny is because the premise is that they did the same thing, valentino to sete and marc to jorge. implicitly, it's making the link between the pair of them and how they terrorised their rivals in the same way. still. in 2019

speaking of legacies, there's a moment in the 2016 catalunya presser where valentino is asked how that duel compares to his past duels in 2007 and 2009 at that circuit (notice the blatant and unchallenged sete erasure - 2004 and 2005 were really great but okay). and valentino says he counts it on the same level as the jorge fight - "was three great battles with three great opponents". which, y'know, I really love 2016, I think it's fantastic, but marc makes a mistake on the penultimate lap and denies us the most dramatic of finales. like I think it's completely reasonable and nice for valentino to count it in that same camp as the 2009 duel, but I also think it wouldn't have been crazy or disrespectful or anything if he'd gone 'yeah that was great but not quite the same thing'. this definitely might be reading too much into it (surely not) but given how valentino has since occasionally left marc out of the rivalries list, said he wasn't his toughest rival etc etc, I do think it's kinda notable that during that moment of 'reconciliation', valentino allowed marc to be part of his legacy - even if it's just in a small way. 'great valentino catalunya battles' is a pretty cool group of races to be a part of, y'know? the infamous overtakes, the duels, these are the things people remember. these are the things marc remembered, as valentino's fan - inevitably, it'll mean something to him. it's a legacy he wants to be a part of, by fighting valentino, by emulating valentino, and sometimes valentino lets him and sometimes he'd rather leave marc out in the cold. you'll note that in 2019 he doesn't really engage with the "valentino corner" gag from marc and instead goes with the far more neutral turn 5 as his own pick

in the very very immediate aftermath of sepang (aka december 2015), marc did openly make the comparison between himself and valentino's other rivals:

and it's informed his whole approach since then - it's a big part of why he's tried to be quiet about the drama with valentino over the years. he knows how valentino behaves towards his rivals, he always has. he knows he can't beat valentino off-track... but (beyond his undeniable mental resilience) he's just fortunate enough that with his talent and the way their career windows have overlapped, more often than not he's been able to out-perform valentino on the track. and y'know, it's an interesting element to the whole thing I feel... marc was a fan of valentino's for a lot of reasons - he was very much a fan of the complete package, if you will. including what valentino did to his enemies! it's not like that aspect of vale was some kind of closely guarded secret; it was like a top three valentino rossi talking point for years and years. (part of the subtext of assen 2015 is marc not really enjoying being on the receiving end of one of those classic valentino scam wins, when marc had been intending to do that to valentino.) again, those overtakes of valentino's weren't just famous because they were cool, they were famous because they helped valentino fuck with his rivals. it's not just about emulating his on-track aggression, it's about emulating how valentino did his best to get in his rivals' heads. when we talk about marc 'being a fan' of valentino, then it shouldn't be ignored that this involved marc being a fan of what an absolute and utter asshole valentino was. and like with all things relating to valentino, I'd wager marc has pretty complicated feelings about this. at the end of the day that's also part of his make up as a rider... but it also really burnt him personally...

it's almost like an identification thing, isn't it. if you're marc and you're thinking about valentino's past rivalries, whose shoes are you placing yourself in? in many ways it should be valentino's rivals, because of course some of their experiences mirror marc's. and there's a rare moment in the winter of 2015, when he's still in the process of trying to make sense of everything that's happened, where he does make the connection. but apart from that, he's shied away from it - even when he's criticising valentino, he's generally not framing what valentino did to marc as indicative of some broader character flaw. it's casey and jorge who explicitly make that link, not marc. he's still kind of... idk, separating that out. obviously, marc would far rather be valentino's successor than another one of valentino's victims, even if he hasn't really been given a choice in the matter and has ended up being both. I don't really have any evidence to back this up, but my guess is that deep down he feels like what valentino did to him was different from what he did to those other guys. and in some ways he's right and in some ways he's wrong

unfortunate, isn't it. you're a fan of somebody with a reputation for fucking with his enemies, which is fun and neat and you kinda want to copy how he does it - maybe put your own spin on the whole thing but you're still into the general vibe. you enter the sport at a time when you can still fight your hero, but he's kinda washed and he's too old to be starting new feuds (*bzzzzt!!* incorrect! you are never too old to start feuds) so there's no real danger. and you share a bond you think on some level is different from whatever those other guys had going on, even sete gibernau, whoever tf that is. and then you become real rivals and realise how extremely not enjoyable it is to be losing to him yourself and you really want to show him and maybe you do push it a little far along the way. but it'll be okay. it's all fine... until he decides it's time to destroy you. and on one level you do obviously see the parallels because you're not an idiot... but on the other hand, none of that stuff, none of what he did to those other guys - it wasn't ever going to stop you from being a fan of his. it's the bits he did to you that are the problem. and at the end of the day, you'll never quite be able to let go of the twelve year old boy inside of you who found jerez 2005 really, really cool

anyway

#anitalianfrie #rosquez #// #sg15 #4693 #society if tumblr allowed you to upload more than one video per post >>>> #I hate how speculative the last few paragraphs are. badly sourced psychological analysis but well #this wasn't actually meant to be a sepang 2015 post bUT this was a follow-up post waiting to be written lbr. give me an excuse etc #anyway this post is incredibly incoherent but. shrug. idk how to fix it so whatever #i've seen a few posts here that slightly have the tone of 'oh if only marc had known how valentino behaved towards casey stoner' #listen. he did know. he probably thought it was fantastic. idk what to tell you #you'll note the dec 2015 quote implies casey 'lost' the off-track battle with valentino which I'm not sure casey would be a massive fan of #marc and vale both had a bit of a case of not like other girls about each other and y'know in a way that's still true. just in a sadder way

[myseungsunglove]

All you had to do was ask | Lmh

Pairing: Lee know x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, you won’t find any plot here 

Word Count:  2.6k

𖠫Summary: Some days you just can’t stop staring at Lee Know. Something about the way he moves draws you in and makes you ache in ways that should be embarrassing. Today, in one of the practice rooms of all places, you’re just bold enough to finally do something about it. 

✎A/N✎: I don’t know where this came from. It just popped into my head and begged to be written. Here you are. Hope you enjoy my totally and completely pure thoughts. 

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「© November 3,  2023 by mysweethannie」

Smut warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex (maybe don’t do this one, folks), semi-public sex

“You know, if you would actually fuck me instead of with your eyes, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to stare so much,” Lee Know snarks, jolting you out of one of your shameless staring sessions. 

You couldn’t help yourself sometimes. During dance practice, Lee Know was often dripping with sweat and you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering. When he rudely interrupted your train of thought, you were contemplating what the sweat running down his thick neck would taste like and what those thick thighs would feel like between your legs, bringing you to the sweetest release.  

“Or maybe,” you deadpan, looking him in the eyes. “I’d  stare more because then I’d know what it’s like to have your dick inside me.”

If the other guys had been around, you would have held your tongue, but they’d all left an hour ago and Lee Know had stayed behind to help perfect your dance. 

You hold his gaze, not daring to look away and you notice the barely imperceptible jaw clench from Lee Know before his eyes rake over you, as he processes what you said. You can see him considering your words, his tongue poking out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip and immediately pulling it in between his teeth, subconsciously biting it in contemplation. 

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, slowly walking towards where you’re seated on the cushioned bench of the practice room. 

Your cheeks heat up, the warmth spreading down your neck all the way down your body. The moment Lee Know sits down beside you, his thick thighs pressing against yours, your brain short circuits but thankfully your legs spring into action. You stand and move  away to give yourself some separation before your body has an opportunity to betray you. 

He doesn’t let you get far, grabbing your wrist, pulling you back toward him. He guides you to stand between his legs, boxing you in with his thighs. 

“Don’t get shy now, jagiya,” he teases, a smirk appearing on his stupid handsome face.

He grabs one of your legs, running his hand along your thigh and brings your knee to settle on the outside of his leg. You don’t resist the contact but instead, follow his lead and place the other knee on the other side of him, effectively straddling him. It’s not exactly the daydream he rudely interrupted, but it’s close enough to make you want to internally combust. 

He guides you to settle on his lap, and immediately your aching core is met with his hard bulge. And from the feel of it, he is big. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, your hands linking together behind his neck as you try not to grind against him. His hands are hot on the skin of your hips, holding you firmly against him. 

“We could, you know,” he says, looking into your eyes. His eyes are piercing and serious. He pokes his tongue between his teeth and you can’t help but want to suck it between your soft pink lips, absolutely devouring him and pulling a sweet moan from his throat. 

Your brows knit together in confusion at his words, not following his insinuation. 

“We could fuck,” he supplies frankly when he realizes you don’t understand. “Maybe you aren’t the only one with a staring problem. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about fucking you senseless right here in this room,” he admits. “The idea that I could be the sole reason you're dripping with sweat and panting… hmmmm,” he swallows thickly before he continues. “Though I do wonder if you could take me. It’d be a tight fit if that pussy is as tight and warm as I’ve imagined.” 

You can’t believe his audacity, but his words spur on your movements, your hips moving against him. Lee Know’s hands slip under your shirt to your bare back, guiding the movement of your hips against his. Goosebumps erupt across your skin, the pads of his fingers dancing along your now overly heated skin.

You run your hands along his firm chest and down his bicep, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing it in front of you. You hold his hand momentarily as you admire the veins that run along his arm and hand, your hips still mindlessly rutting against him. You momentarily think about sucking his fingers into your mouth, but your aching cunt has different ideas. You clench around nothing just thinking about him being inside of you. 

Lee Know watches you closely as you place his hand on your stomach underneath your shirt, and inch his fingers just into the waistband of your shorts. From there, the next move will be his to take. 

Leaning forward, you whisper into his ear. “How about you make sure I can take you then,” you challenge, nipping at him slightly before soothing the bite with your tongue. 

He moans obscenely, deep and guttural, and his hand pushes into your shorts. His fingers cup your heat as his palm presses firmly against your clit. You're already wet when he runs his fingers along the hem of your underwear and pulls them to the side, his thick fingers immediately coming in contact with your wet folds, swiping between them greedily and circling your opening. 

“I knew you had a slutty side,” he growls, as he slips his middle finger inside you while simultaneously crashing his lips against yours in a messy and tongue tangling kiss. His tongue prods at yours in the same way his thick digit explores your cunt, his ring finger sliding in beside the first and scissoring you open, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

As if trying to prove him right, you grind your hips against his hand desperately, the heel pressing deliciously against your clit with each tiny movement, allowing a jolt of pleasure to course through you. 

“More,” you pant, your fingers digging into his shoulders, “Please,” you beg between heavy breaths.

He tilts his head curiously, smirking at you. 

“Kitten sure is needy isn’t she?” he teases, but obliges your request, slipping a third finger into you, pulling a sinful sound from your lips. One you didn’t even know you were capable of uttering.

His plump lips find your pulse point and he plants an open mouth kiss there, happy to leave a trail of wet kisses along your neck and jawline. Each time your hips undulate against him, you're reminded of the sizable cock that is hiding in his sweats. Without giving yourself a minute to second guess it, you slip your hand into his gray sweatpants finding that he is wearing no underwear at all. 

“Who’s the slut now?” you smirk at him as your dainty hand wraps around his cock. 

You were right, big doesn’t even begin to describe Lee Know’s dick. He feels hot and heavy in your hand as you squeeze him, running your hand up and down his shaft languidly so that you feel every ridge and vein. His head falls back against the wall at your ministrations and it’s your turn to kiss along his neck, moving up behind his ear and sucking a small mark there. 

“Mine,” you groan in his ear, squeezing his cock with a slow stroke, running your thumb over his warm tip, precum already seeping from him. 

You stroke him again, causing his breath to hitch in his throat momentarily. “Take your pants… “Fuck. Off. Take em off, now,” he tries to demand but it comes out sounding more like begging. His fingers slip out of you and he pushes you away a little. 

You take the hint, release his cock, and stand, quickly shedding your shorts and underwear. He lifts his hips and you yank his sweats down past his knees. He kicks them off in a rush as you lay eyes on his cock for the first time and man is it pretty, standing tall and proud, the tip an angry red and leaking steadily. The red reminds you of the shade his ears turn when he gets particularly embarrassed in front of the members. He pulls his legs up onto the bench, leaning back on his hands and holds your gaze without hesitation. 

“Fuck,” you moan, sounding absolutely fucked out and he hasn’t even gotten inside you yet. “I’m gonna suck that pretty thing dry next time, but right now,” you say, moving to straddle him, “I need it filling me up,” you moan, aligning the tip with your entrance and sliding down on him slowly, not giving him the opportunity to argue one way or the other. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe, eyes squeezing shut, as you inch down onto him. It’s slow moving at first as you take slow, deep breaths, allowing your walls to clench and unclench, letting him in bit by bit until you realize you're pressed against his balls, his cock fully sheathed inside you. 

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he speaks for the first time in a minute. 

You open your eyes to see a shit eating grin on his face. “Take it for a ride,” he teases, moving his hips up into you, the tip of his cock pressing that soft spot inside you, causing your legs to quiver slightly. “And next time, if you’re sucking me, I’m definitely getting a taste of this pretty pussy,” he says, looking down between you where your bodies connect. 

You can’t help but look down too, a small gasp slipping between your lips as your eyes land on the place where you are now intimately connected with Lee Know. 

You lift yourself up slowly, his cock slick with your arousal as it reveals itself, only to lower yourself down quickly, punching the breath out of you both as you grind against him, your hands gripping his shoulders fiercely as you ride him just like he suggested. 

He wraps his arms around your waist and up your back, pressing your bodies close together as your movements quicken. Your clit meets his pelvic bone with each thrust forward, and you can feel Lee Know’s hot breath against your neck, your name falling from his lips like a desperate prayer as you fuck yourself on him. 

In a completely brainless moment, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it to the side. Desperate to have him pressed against you in earnest, you do the same, your need to feel close to him dominating any rational thought in your brain and forgetting that you are in a very public place where you could be discovered at any time. 

“You’re definitely more than a slut,” he utters the minute he sees you bare before him. There is a hint of teasing in his voice before he continues. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he moans, his lips kissing along your clavical and down between the valley of your breast. 

You lean back to allow him better access to you, your hands landing on the bench behind you as you continue to ride him relentlessly, that knot in you tightening quicker with each erratic movement. His arms are wrapped around your waist as he helps support you, his lips latching onto one of your nipples and biting down gently before sucking the nub between his plush lips. 

“Lee Know,” you breathe, your chest heaving as your hips start to slow, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. 

He pushes you back onto the cushioned bench, slipping out of you momentarily, causing your head to spin. Quickly, he is hovering over your body, his hand wrapped around his cock as he guides it back into you. Your body arches against him, and he presses your bodies together, his lips finding yours in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue moves slowly against yours, in much the same way that his hips move into you. 

Each time he bottoms out, he presses himself against you, creating a delicious friction on your clit that leaves you chasing after that electric feeling that it creates. 

The knot that had been building before, quickly returns, your legs closing in around Lee Know’s hips in an effort to keep him as close and as deep as possible. Your hands are wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his movements begin to get sloppy and more erratic. 

“Make me cum,” you moan. Beg. “Fuck, Please!” you cry with one particularly sharp thrust. 

He renews his efforts with your begging. 

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smirks down at you, leaning back and grabbing your hips, crashing them together once maybe twice before his fingers reach between you and press hard against your clit, rubbing circles around it. 

That’s all it takes for your walls to descend upon him, fluttering wildly against his hard length, a burst of white pleasure lighting up behind your eyes. Your body quivers as you border on overstimulation from the pleasure. Just as your release ebbs, Lee Know presses himself firmly against you with one heavy thrust, and releases into you, pulling a cry from your lips as your orgasm renews and your legs shake wildly. A weak laugh falls from you as you try to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushing against Lee Knows chest, but he keeps you pinned beneath him as he empties into you. You find your gravity in each other, your lips meeting once more. 

“Fuck,” you say, exhausted as your arms fall on the bench above your head, your chest heaving dramatically with each breath. 

“Yes,” Lee Know smirks down at you. “Yes we did.” 

You shake your head at him and slap his chest playfully, and he catches your wrist in his hand pulling you close to him for a searing kiss. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve got a lot more I’d like to do to you if you’re willing,” he offers, standing and bending over to grab his sweats from where they had been shucked and forgotten earlier. 

“Oh I’m willing,” you laugh as you sit up and grab for your discarded clothes, slipping everything back on. You’re hot and sticky, red and breathing heavy, but to an outsider that could all just be dance practice. “I’m definitely gonna want a shower,” you grimace as you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to stand. 

He chuckles low as he side eyes you. 

“I can help with that too,” he smiles teasingly at you. 

You hold his gaze. “Maybe then you can show me what that pretty mouth can do.” 

“Bet,” he agrees, seriously. “My mouth will be the only one you ever want again, jagiya,” he adds as you head for the door of the practice room. 

You turn around and kiss him hard as his hands grab your hips and hold you close to him. 

“Too late for that,” you smile against his lips. “These lips are mine and mine alone,” you growl possessively, and he reaches down and gives your ass a firm squeeze. 

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smiles at you, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you out of the room, eager to get you home and have his way with you. 

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know x reader #lee know x you #Lee know smut #lee know fanfiction

[marcmorrigan]

finally delivering on the princess tutu headshots i promised... love these dysfunctional teens 🩰💖💕

LOTS of notes about headcanons/design choices under the cut! like. a lot. dont say i didnt warn you

starting with my specialest guy fakir:

i had a suuuper clear vision for fakir, and i couldnt be happier with how he turned out, he looks exactly how i imagine him! trying to translate his Bird-Shaped Hair into my style gave me SERIOUS homestuck flashbacks. my affinity for knights with Problems knows no bounds...

adding the hyperpigmentation around his eyes and his acne scars is what really solidified this for me-- i put those in and was like oh!!! there you are!!! my boy!!! and you can tell because i gave him acne scars + thick eyebrows that he IS my boy... there are very clear trends among my headcanons for my faves lol. big noses, thick eyebrows, skin imperfections, heavy eyebags, long dark hair... and fakir truly has it all 😤 he is so Ideal Character Design to me

i think fakir is actually pretty self-conscious about his appearance tho! we see characters like pike and lilie say hes handsome to ahiru, but i dont know how often he actually hears that? and im sure its hard not to compare himself to mytho, who is straight out of a fairy tale; being a regular teenager dealing with regular teen body stuff is hard enough without your roommate being a magically beautiful eternally youthful storybook hero. i think he probably internalises more that people see him as scary and angry, and that the girls who do have crushes on him always frame it in contrast to mytho, who is Good and Kind and Handsome, implying (or sometimes outright stating!) that fakir is Bad and Mean and... Well...

fakir is very sensitive but quiet about it, so i think its a very private point of self-consciousness. i think he puts a lot of semi-secret effort into his appearance; canonically he has a lot of very funny and clearly customised clothing, and he chooses to keep his hair long and in a very particular style (i have a whole breakdown in my mind of how he achieves that style and it involves a surprising amount of pins and an unsurprising fuckton of teasing. i think his hair is a little fried from heat damage!), and i think that probably extends to other things, too, like manicuring his eyebrows and doing a lot of very Teenage Skincare that doesnt actually help his acne much lol. i think he probably has a lot of self-injurious habits and BFRBs like skin picking and chewing, mostly at his acne and around his nails (both of which he hates, because he knows he shouldnt but does it anyway). i think if he does it enough that theres noticeable evidence it feels, like, world-ending for him, ESPECIALLY if anyone asks what happened lol. do not perceive him except in the very specific ways and contexts he approves of THANKS

on to the narratives favorite princess, mytho:

again, i had a pretty clear idea of the vibe i wanted mytho to have going into this-- i want him to have, like, extreme prince charming vibes, very Classically Handsome without necessarily being 'conventional.' i thought a lot about 'the happy prince' story while i was working on this, and really wanted him to look like a cross between how the prince statue looks in my head and a porcelain doll. and also a cross between jonny brown and brigitte bardot? lots of very direct influences for him lol. so! lots of gold tones, gemmy eye color, cute little tooth gap, quivering wide-eyed thousand-yard-stare doe eyes and big ol dolly anime lashes, which were the very last thing i added because i was NERVOUS about pulling those off lol. they turned out cute tho! ive only done a handful of pieces for this series and i can already tell princess tutu is gonna make me up my lash drawing game considerably, these kids all look like they blink and cause a hurricane from the gale force wind of their falsies

also wait i lied the very last thing i did was add his freckles/beauty marks because he needed that little extra oomph and those were It. i think he probably has some on his hands/wrists too 💕

i was a little unsure if my idea for his hair would translate with this flat-color approach but im pretty happy with it! its supposed to be afrotextured hair (somewhere between 3b and 4c i think? wide range of potential i knowww but im still kind of hammering out my headcanons okay, this is exploratory lol) thats been rolled and finger-styled into his little feather shapes. i think loose, chunky twists would be another fun way to interpret his hair and twists are one of my fave styles to draw do i might draw him like that at some point too...

i guess fakir is the one who styles his hair for him before mytho gets his heart back? i imagine fakir is pretty meticulous about maintaining mythos health and appearance, even at the worst stages of their relationship. i think itd be hard for fakir to frame the way he treats mytho as For Mythos Sake if he wasnt doing some level of actually beneficial care for him, so being really fastidious about things like mythos diet and sleep hygiene and hair care and such gives fakir an outlet for his 'you just have to do what i tell you' thing that helps him convince himself it really is helping, no really, hes doing this for mythos benefit and he just has to be strict with him because mytho doesnt UNDERSTAND he needs PROTECTING and fakir is the ONLY ONE who can do it so mytho HAS to let him because if he doesnt then why does fakir even EXIST, if he cant manage this then what is he good for, and--

yknow. the usual complexes. and their relationship is so complex!!! but also so simple, but like. in a good way. fakirs behavior is complicated but his motivation regarding mytho is SO straightforward which makes that downward spiral into harm really easy to map out... i wont go much into that in this post since this is about visual/appearance-related headcanons but just. augh. i love this show and i love these characters!!! and i hope its apparent in my work that i do love them so <3

im hoping to do a set of these for the girls next!!! i have some other stuff to finish first but hopefully... Soon... Some Birds...

#princess tutu #fakir #mytho #prince siegfried #my art #i had sooo much fun playing around with style in these... the super strong white highlights + underpainting combo looks SO lovely #i should take this approach more often i almost never do!!! it rules and is fun to do #i was listening to my fakir playlist nonstop for DAYS while working on this and still intermittently since... #it feels like ive been sitting on these for a month but its only been 5 days omg. crazy... good to know tho #anyway i love themmm theyre everything. SO fun to draw i really hope i can do more art of them. i Want To... i have Ideas >:o) #btw is putting notes on my thoughts under a cut like this interesting for yall? its fun for me but idk if yall wanna read all that #i will probably continue regardless bc i love to hear myself talk esp abt my design choices but #im curious if my notes on my thought process are interesting to anyone else #if not oh well! thats what the cut is for 😤 nobodys gotta read it if they dont wanna im doing this for Me #full color

[judesmoonbeauty]

Ellis Twilight Both Ends Bonus Story 🗡

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. This is a SUMMARY/Semi-Translation of the bonus story. I am roughly translating this with out much research other than specific lines from certain scenes. Why? Because it's a huge task to translate a main route chapter line by line. So, this is what we're working with, and I appreciate your understanding ♥︎ Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. The summaries will be uploaded in groups.

I thought my love would make my loved ones unhappy. So I tried to only think about the other person.…..I think about my brother smiling happily that day. But I also suspect that I may have twisted my own memory. - I think he was actually very frightened. Like the lives I took for Crown. Such thoughts blur my brother’s smile that day. The truth is, I can’t even remember the look on my brother’s face at that moment anymore.

Ellis is waiting for Kate outside of a store. It’s been about 10 minutes since she’s entered and he’s getting antsy with worry about being approached by strange people. As he debates if he should go look for her or not he sees her through the shop window and is put at ease, but she was chatting with a man amicably inside which Ellis notes that she’s smiling at the man as he opens the door for her. He wonders about who the guy is and then Kate runs up to him apologizing about keeping him waiting. They talk about the man she was speaking with and he apparently helped in the past as a postal worker by drawing a map for her. Ellis called the guy a “nice person”, but was analyzing the guy in his head; he didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives, and his smile seemed genuine, plus he held the door for her. At this point, Ellis seems to compare himself to that man with himself because that guy can offer to help someone in a very natural versus Ellis who can not do that since he wants to kill someone even more if he likes them more.

He recalls his Dad telling him the day his brother died that, “Killing people and laughing about it is something demons do….Repent and atone and you may still be forgive.”

(Forgive me? Who?)

(I just wanted him to stay happy.)

(Is the way I show my love unforgivable?)

Kate is the only one he’s really confided to about his past and more and more he’s getting selfish with wanting her to love him. Because only she has forgiven him. He offers to carry the bags for him, but she refuses and it shocks him, so he let’s her carry them. He’s sad that he can’t hold hands with her, so he wraps his arms around her shoulders instead and they head back to the castle.

(I wonder if you’d be offended if I told you that I was a little anxious?)

There is a flashback to when he rescued her and she confesses that she accepts Ellis for wanting to keep the happiness of his loved ones within his grasp.

Flashing forward to the present. Jude & Ellis who’ve just finished a mission, he tells Jude that he’s sure it’s normal to feel pain when you kill someone, and Jude is like: Oh?? He wipes off the blood-soaked knife before he sheaths it; staring at the puddle of blood that spreads like splattered jam, Ellis says: “But, I’m not bothered to do this kind of work.”

(Kate is kind enough to grieve.)

The guy at the grocery store, I wonder if she’d be happier if he were her lover instead.

(But I could never let that guy take Kate away from me.)

(I don’t think I could tolerate it.)

Jude: Huh, what? Ya wanna be “normal”?

Ellis: ….no.

I don’t want to be someone else. Kate said she liked me because I’m me. It’s just -

(What can I do to make Kate smile?)

(I keep thinking about it.)

That night at the castle Kate greets Ellis when he gets back home, who was reading in his room. Kate had recently been taking an interest in Ellis’ and Jude’s work and so she decided to study up on business material. It was a serious task, but Ellis thinks it’s wonderful. Ellis didn’t let her go on the mission tonight because of the level of difficulty and because it was going to be so bloody that he wanted to protect her from it. So, she waited up for him so they could have a drink together.

She said that she’ll get the drinks ready in a set of new mugs that have matching designs on them. Ellis asked if the mugs were from her secret shopping trip before lunch earlier that day, and she confesses it was. As she offers herbal teak, hot milk or alcohol to him, he approaches her from behind and hugs her from behind and says that he prefers Kate over those options. Rubbing her cheek against his arm she says okay, feeling his hands slowly crawl up body.

(Kate’s so soft.)

It’s so different from his own, so when he touches it he gets worried.

(It’s too easy to break.)

Ellis pulls down the top of her negligee and slowly squeezes her breasts which makes her moan, and he asks if she likes it when he does this standing behind her. She says that she does because it feels like she is being completely surrounded by him and it makes her happy.

(It’s no good….Kate.)

(You’re too cute.) Ellis kisses and touches her in many of her favorite places, and even though he wants to make Kate feel good, he is painfully aroused….

Ellis: Then, I’ll do you from behind today.

Kate: Ah……

Kate squeezes his fingers inside her and Ellis pushes Kate onto the bed.

(Oh…..)

(My head is a mess.) ……Which one love???

I want to feel good. I want to feel good with Kate. He looks at her tear-stained eyes.

(It looks like Kate wants to feel good with me too….)

(Is it my imagination or….I don’t know.)

For you, for me, it’s all a jumbled mess..

Kate: Ahhhh!

Ellis: ……Ah…..Ah…..

Ellis hugs Kate’s sleeping body in the middle of the night and thinks she sounds cute. Sometimes, he thinks that they’ve reached their happiest moment as he loves her with his bloodstained hands, for another day. He dreams of the day when his dirtied with her blood.

(…..I want to stay like this forever.)

(With you in my arms.)

(I want to stare at your happy sleeping face.)

The end of this happiness, I don’t want it to come either. The moment you’re killed by me Kate is also the moment -

(Oh.)

Kate slowly lifts her eyelids and look at him drowsily and she laughs at Ellis. He asks why she’s laughing at him and she says it’s because she woke up, and Ellis was right next to her and she thought she was happy.

-No matter how much I dread tomorrow. Even though I’m not sure if you’ll really be smiling on that day that will come someday.

(I can’t help but love this person.)

Ellis: Kate….

Kate: What….?

Ellis: I love you.

Kate: ….Hm.

Ellis: I love you, I love you…..I love you.

Kate: Hmm….hehe….what’s up…?

I bury my face into Kate and she holds me to her chest. It smelled like sweetly simmered jam and it made my heart ache.

Kate: ……Ellis, are you crying?

“No,” I almost reflexively said that, but now I don’t have to hide these feelings anymore.

Ellis: …..Yea, because I’m happy.

Ellis: I’m glad because you’re smiling.

Kate: I see…

Kate reached out and patted Ellis’ head.

Kate: I love you too, Ellis.

(I’m willing to be killed right now.) I bet that if I told you that tomorrow morning that I really thought that, you’d laugh again.

I’m sure there will be more of these supremely happy moments waiting for me.

Fin.

[Master List]

#Ellis Twilight #ikevil ellis #ikemen ellis #ikevil translations #ikevil ellis translations #ellis twilight translations #cybird translations #ikevil spoilers #ikevil jp spoilers

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I'm currently suffering from my own hubris so what better time to delve deep into horror concepts I want to see the Flash series explore???

1. The Speedforce

Yeah, so this thing is insane. It isn't really talked about much in canon but when it 'bonds' to a person it permanently changes their body. This isn't always readily apparent and sometimes it doesn't even happen. But it's a necessity. Because if the person's body doesn't change they will die. The power will be too much for them and they will literally burn up and keel over.

Now, the actual change itself isn't much better than that. The speedster experiences a tremendous amount of pain and their entire body explodes into energy. If their bond is strong enough then the speedforce will replenish and replace each cell in their body as they explode. (As seen with Wally West, Bart Allen, Barry Allen, Irey West... Oof, you get the point) Bit of a 'Ship of Theseus' moment there. If your entire body is replaced by speedforce are you really the same person you started out as? Who knows! Anyway, after that they are permanently bonded to the speedforce and their bodies, essentially, belong to it.

What does that mean? Well, for starters? They can't die. Their bodies are no longer mortal. If they die then the speedforce just reclaims its material. If the speedster is strong enough then they can gather up enough speedforce energy from within the speedforce to create a new body. If the speedster is especially skilled they might even be able to escape the speedforce with said new body.

But their minds? That's a different matter. Their soul, their essence, everything that is 'them' resides within their minds. Its the only thing that separates 'their' speedforce energy bodies from the rest of the speedforce. If they lose that... then they become nothing but energy, permanently. It's what happened to Johnny Quick and you can see it start to happen almost immediately whenever they enter the speedforce. They start forgetting everything. Their names, their loved ones, their personalities, everything. They can't escape unless they know who they are, unless they can separate their sense of self from the energy around them. (As seen in any Flash story ever)

Because that energy? It's all just processed speedsters. The entire speedforce is made up of speedsters who lost that fight and forgot who they were. Every iota of energy the speedsters draw from the speedforce is just recycled speedsters from across the multiverse. And they know that.

So, yeah, there's definitely a horror element there. There will be no relief of death for them. Their souls have been sold off and all they have is borrowed time until they eventually give in and become semi-living fuel for the next generation. (As seen in DC Rebirth) Not a very comforting thought but they can't exactly do anything about it.

Their speedster states cannot be undone. You can put an inhibitor collar on them but that only stops their bodies from using the speedforce. It doesn't sever their connection. It just pools in their bodies, unused and agitated. (as seen with Wally West in Flash Forward) You can attempt to drain all the speedforce out of them but even that has proved to be impossible. You can drain them enough that they don't have the energy to run but their cells can never be completely drained of speedforce. (As seen with Barry Allen in Williamson's run)

Really the only way to sever the bond is to do so before it changes their body. (As seen with Jai West in Flash Rebirth)

Which leads me to my next point!

2. Body horror!

Yo, they don't have fucking bodies.

I'm serious, do you know how often they turn into pure energy? It's all the time. You know how they can just snap their fingers and create clothes? Or how they can create energy clones? Or how they don't age? Or how they can regrow severed limbs? Or how they don't really need to eat, breath or sleep after their body changes???

They don't have bodies.

Not really. They think they do but what they have is energy that they have shaped into a body form. Because their brains can't really handle the fact that they no longer possess human bodies.

But you know what a human body can't do? It can't be crammed into a metal wand like a genie, Bart. And it can't run through space without oxygen, Barry. And it certainly can't be stabbed through the heart without dying or bleeding and then start leaking energy, Wally.

These guys are literally just energy in human wrapping paper because they live in a state of denial. And it'd be really fucking wild to actually explore that as a concept.

3. Timelines!

Time is weird and nobody knows that better than the speedsters. Why not have fun with it? Do some cool existential horror stuff with the timeline. Some moral quandaries and ethical dilemmas. Jazz it up a bit. Idk there is a lot that could be done with this one.

#you ever think about how the speedforce is a parasite that uses speedsters and then feeds on them when they are no longer useful? #cause i do #anyway #dc #dc comics #the flash #speedsters

[mtkay13]

Wenzhou's first appearances and first time meeting!

I think those were my first serious attempts at illustrating TYK scenes? I do feel an itch to redraw the WKX one, to be honest, because his design and my way of drawing him changed a little. I also have another expression in mind -although this one isn't bad. I recently reread both passages -his first introduction/description and their first time meeting- and I love how expressionless and almost inhuman WKX is described. Although I think I managed some of that in my illustrations, I still hope I'll get a chance to try again later. Also! His nails are so short on the first meeting one, compared to how long I draw them now! That's funny.

ZZS hasn't changed much, though. Ever since I started obsessing with his book description, his design and face shape have been pretty solid in my mind. I have an interesting story about his mouth shape, though. I tend to prefer drawing plush, sexy lips. When I read the description of his "thin lips" in the books (both Qi Ye and TYK), I was quite dissappointed at first. I remember messaging at least 3 mandarin-speaking friends to confirm with them that the words used in mandarin (薄 in Qi Ye and 轻薄 in TYK) really weren't just a metaphor for something and had to be understood as "thin". That investigation sent me into a small rabbit hole: In QY, the description doesn't leave much room for interpretation. 薄means "thin", and that's it. Interestingly enough though, in the case of TYK, the fan translations all had a different interpretation for the whole sentence describing ZZS' mouth :

嘴唇却轻薄得很，叫那俊美的脸凭空添了一种薄情寡义的味道。

The word highlighted, 轻薄, has been translated as : "scornful", "contemptuous" and "very thin". According to the dictionary, it can mean "light", "frivolous", "a philanderer", "disrespectful", "to scorn". Pretty open to interpretation, then. But the interesting bit is in the following idiom, also highlighted : 薄情寡义. According to Lianzi, and later my own research, it is used to described someone who has no feelings nor attachment, or as a person who plays with hearts but never gets attached (a bunch of articles would use that expression to describe the type of men women should never date, lol). The sentence can then be turned into two widely different directions, right? Disrespectful can fit well with "someone who has no feelings". In my opinion, though, I like the idea of "frivolous" (or insouciant, as Lianzi translated it) being paired with it. A slight smile, almost charming, but devoid of any actual feelings. I think it suits the persona of someone who has had to deal with nobles and court people for the past 10 years, but who is also, now, empty inside and just can't wait for his freedom, wich is now within a few hours' reach. On top of that, ZZS tends, within the novel, to smile and laugh quite often, and he's quite the agreeable person, save for with ZCL and sometimes WKX. Clearly, when he lets his emotions and true self speak more, he does tend to be more prone to emotional outbursts, anger and grumpiness, but a semi-permanent light smile on his lips does feel very fitting, to me. Anway, that's it for the bigger-than-expected meta chunk on ZZS' mouth haha. I wish there was a lot to say about WKX's appearance too, but we don't have much to work with aside from ZZS just gawking at how beautiful and statuesque he is. No precise features to analyse and adapt, unfortunately. Anyway, thanks for reading!

#tian ya ke #wenzhou #zhou zishu #wen kexing #tyk #zzs #wkx #meta #design talk

[collectivecloseness]

sorry I hope you’re still wanting asks about those yan fruity 4 posts I’ve just seen them all sorry but I’m really intrigued by what’s been going on with ‘the lamps’(?) hinted at or like i don’t know if it’s something you’ve posted about earlier but what happened with the lamp after they kidnapped reader and like why they’re banned and stuff. Sorry if this is late or anything

OMG YES thank you so so much for bringing it up actually bc no I haven’t posted specifically about it yet, I really wanted to talk about this part but it felt too much to add on to the other posts!! But no no no absolutely I’m still loving talking about the yandere fruity four, and especially this specific like Nancy kidnapping au ig you could call it, absolutely do not hesitate to send me thoughts on this scenario you’re absolutely fine hahaha.

And yes, there was a specific incident that lead to the fruity four banning lamps from your room. That and water glasses, ceramic plates, bowls, vases... don’t worry, they still give you lots of flowers though :)

You thought in the first couple of days that they’d let you go. Then if not all of them, maybe some of them, eventually even just one.

But no. The four keep you locked in that room - ‘your new bedroom’, and they only seem to get more into the delusion that this will all work out well and you’ll forgive them, as time goes on.

Once your begging tactics don’t work, and you being smart and attempting an escape only leads to them feeling so much more sympathetic towards you and trying harder to be so lovey dovey, you decide to switch up tactics. Or, maybe it’s less of a decision, and more your emotions switching up as you deal with this trauma, threat, situation, whatever the hell this is.

Specifically, now you’re angry. Of course you have been pissed off, but now you’re ready to fight. You feel rageful. And you’re beginning to get so ballistic that where a few days ago you would have killed an entire town just to protect your friends, now you’re willing to do whatever you have to to either get out of here, or get them to fall out of ‘love’ with you, or at least let them know you’re serious business.

Just not... just not that, you wouldn’t go that far. Honestly? You couldn’t ever imagine doing... that.. to them, even if they have you locked up here. You don’t exactly see them the same way as before, and you never will, but they’ve saved your life so many times, and you’ve saved them. You’ve nearly fallen apart having thought one, or more of them, may have died, or are too close to danger; you can’t imagine losing them after feeling all of that, having been through that pain of waiting, no matter what they’ve done. You can’t feel that way ever again. But are you full of enough adrenaline and rage and justice to draw blood or fistfight your way through them and a whole door if needs be? Definitely.

Robin has come into your room alone one day, Eddie waiting by the door, as she comes to chat with you, check up on you.

You inform her that you can’t possibly be doing well, considering the circumstances, but Robin is pissing you off. Yet again she’s saying that you’re not getting out of here. And she even seems upset that you keep bringing it up!!

You try to have a semi normal conversation with her as you let her sit side by side on your bed- the bed. Hoping beyond hope that she’ll prove how much she loves you and at least talk to the others. You’re sure her even trying, and with you holding the same view, it might sway some votes. But Robin decides to leave you be with a sigh, standing as she turns away from you with a “Y/n that’s not gonna happen. I don’t know how many times we have to tell you, but we’ll keep doing so. Look just rest up because you haven’t been eating. And, you know, Steve’s been trying really hard to make all your favourites!”

She sounds more emotional talking about Steve’s efforts and trying to get you to understand their love, versus actually talking to you about your captivity. “Someone will come check on you again in an hour. But you know you can always ask for one of us if you wanna talk.”

Robin has her back fully turned, with Eddie opening the door and waiting for her, Steve and Nancy both meeting them in the hall too. You’re still on the other side of the bed, so no one bothers to get too close to the door, it’s not like you’re making a run for it this time from there.

But they shouldn’t have let their defences down.

Robin is still facing away from you, just a couple of feet from your open door, when suddenly a lamp is smashed into the wall and door frame in front of her, to the left of her head.

The three who watched from the hall are frozen in utter shock.

Robin stands still too. Before turning around to see you, breathing heavily, and with your arm still out from where you’d launched your bedroom lamp, right on the wall just feet away from her head, all to make your point.

Nancy and Steve quickly move forward, Nancy taking a step into your room for the first time without you screaming at her, but it’s because both of them are rushing and grabbing an arm of Robin’s each, pulling her out of the room so nothing else can happen that can escalate this further.

Robin looks utterly betrayed. Her mouth open in shock, still facing you even as her partners pull her out the room, and her eyes hurt by what you’ve just done. None of them could ever have expected this of you.

Which was weird considering the situation they’ve put you in, by acting so unexpectedly in your mind too.

Eddie looks away from you and to the ground with wide eyes, clearly also shocked and conflicted, maybe even a little ashamed, although who of you’re not sure.

But you keep your eyes fiery with rage, with your body still. Breathing hard, arm still stretched out, but apart from that you’re almost calm. Which is scarier for the others. Like you have no guilt about what you’ve just done whatsoever. Acting out violently, and threatening Robin. Who really had just come in your room, chatted with you, and not done anything wrong at all! She hadn’t even upset you today! Not until then...

They all close the door, and you can’t hear what must be a hushed conversation on the other side. But you just sit down on your bed, staring out the window. And wondering if the others would all restrain you even worse if you had thrown that lamp through there instead, to try and call for help.

Imagining all four of them all pinning you to the bed, you struggling, but your limbs with nowhere to go, their faces... their faces like in your nightmares, determined and scary. And imprisoning you even more. So that walking around in your room, which is all you can do right now, would be a luxury in comparison.

You try to get those thoughts out of your head, when you realise that after your little stunt, you’ll probably be left alone with just your mind for the next few hours.

Eddie comes in with dinner for you by the end of the evening, while Steve follows him in. You notice Robin at the end of the door, but when she catches your eye she looks away after a second, shutting it behind you three.

Eddie makes quick conversation about food and such, but you’re more focused on the way Steve’s completely avoiding looking at you, his head bent like he’s ashamed to do so. And then Eddie’s talking isn’t distracting you at all, because you notice Steve picking up the other two decorative lamps and hauling them under his arms.

When you ask him what he’s doing, even though you know full well, Steve seems shy around you almost. He’s pink in the face, and he does make a bit of eye contact, but mostly keeps his head down. They all agreed they should take the rest of the lamps out. You can tell he’s also sad about the whole you threatening Robin thing, especially since you know how much his ‘family’ is important to him.

If it takes making them unhappy to get them to understand this is not a good plan, then you don’t really care.

Nothing about what you did seems to have effected them too much at all though. And while you were getting more and more enraged at the fact your ‘ex’ friends had not only kidnapped you, but were obsessed delusional assholes, you were steaming even more at the fact they seemed to brush off your threat as if it was a little tantrum. Well, you knew they did take it seriously, but they were trying to act as if it was all okay and they love you just the same and everyone’s just moving on blah blah blah.

The day after your lamp stunt Robin came in with the other three, it was another attempt at getting you to not react so... poorly, to Nancy. And apart from a talk in the morning, and you bringing it up again at lunch, the others had tried to act normal with you. Whatever normal could possibly be with these guys.

The next day Robin came in with your meal, happily chatting away to you - after turning on the main light, considering it was dinner time and dark out. She didn’t even mention what you both knew was a little act of rebellion on your part, sitting in the dark for probably hours, because they took away your lamps. She just chatted with you and tried to hand you the new book Nancy had brought you a couple of days ago, asking if you’ve read it yet. Or if you’d like her to read it to you!

Apart from some spoken arguments on your end in the beginning, you were pretty quiet, as Robin lounged about your room, as she was free to do so in any room of her house, and tried to get you to open up again. Like you were before.

This time, as Robin turned to leave, the door shut closed, and facing your wall in the same spot she’d stood just two days before, you threw the now empty glass of water she’d given you across the room, and you smashed it into the back of her head.

It wasn’t particularly strong glass, and it half shattered the moment you threw it at Robin’s head. You knocked her out cold.

Steve heard the thump of something loud collapsing on your bedroom floor, and he ran down the hall to burst open your room. Upon finding Robin, knocked unconscious face first on the ground, and the broken cup by her side, Steve fell to his knees right by his best friend. Shock crashing through his system like frozen ice in his veins, his heart pumping wildly, as Steve scoops Robin up to his lap, watching her screw her face up and moan smally, as he pressed his hand to her cheek, Robin still remaining unconscious, if not seemingly alright apart from that.

But she was still hurt. The shock was still there. And Steve was very much aware that you, one of the loves of his life, had just hurt Robin on purpose.

“What the fuck have you done?” Steve asks stupefied. His hand on the back of her head coming back with just a small trail of blood, mixed into his best friend’s dirty blonde hair, as he looks up at you horrified. Steve is genuinely just shocked, asking you this.

Astounded and appalled by your actions. But for the first time after this, he looks at you differently. Because you watch Steve cradling Robin knocked out, and you just sit down on the edge of your bed. Nothing else in your hands. And you just look at them.

It’s the first time Steve has ever seen you differently...

But only a second later, Steve can tell there’s some upset in your eyes. You’re not looking at him as he just gawks at you, but with your head tilted down on him and Robin, he sees the shininess of wet in your eyes, a twinkle of deep deep knowledge and thought of your actions, of what led to Robin being like this. And Steve very very quickly remembers that you are just so stressed, he knows it’s not like he just never knew you, any thoughts he could have even started to think in his horror are no longer gonna sprout to his mind. He takes a second in dumb awe definitely, but Steve very quickly remembers just how hard this situation is for you, and of course in such terrible times, people act out in odd ways.

Even though this is not okay, he still understands you the same as he thinks he always has. He knows you’re not different, he knows that very clearly, and he certainly won’t let one incident effect how he thinks or feels about you. This just... none of this is right. And his focus is very much on Robin right now.

You’re crying as the four all take Robin out. They can all see and hear you, even though they’re panicked and fussing over Robin right now. For the first time no one really with you as you cry, as you sob, all just focusing on quickly checking Robin and what happened, as Steve carries her in his arms to take her downstairs. Everyone staggered at not only seeing Robin like this at home after running to Steve’s worried yells for them, but hearing you did it, and seeing you’re not even coming to her now. Your eyes full of tears and sobs aching your chest, as you watch Robin groan unconsciously, before they all take her out.

Even while Robin wakes up on the stairs downwards, just seconds after leaving your room, and as they all apply first aid while Robin is on the dining table downstairs, they can still hear your hearty cries from directly above them.

All their attention is on Robin, tears in their eyes and their touches all either medical or reassuring or loving, as they ask her questions ranging from ‘Can you tell me if this hurts? How many fingers am I holding up? Do you remember everything?’ All three genuinely upset at not only seeing Robin hurt, especially after all their trauma, and especially it happening in their home with all of them there who are supposed to protect her, but the fact you, their love, her love, did this. That you were so pent up from your situation you acted out like this.

The three all stay to console Robin, as she bawls knowing that you’d just done this to her, even as they all brace themselves from hearing your heaved and panicked wails and sobs from up above.

All five of you in agony. But this time none of them coming to try and help you.

Not one of you are even sure if them doing so would make you feel better, or worse, that night.

It was your first break, the first time you really acted not like yourself, not like anyone you ever wanted to be, but what they were turning you into.

You weren’t as destructive as that again. But it didn’t stop you from either acting out of impulsive and defensive anger, or letting them know you were serious.

Like one time with Eddie. He wasn’t one of the worst ones, if any of them could be called so, but sometimes being that meant he forgot his place. Like over a week in, when he very softly brushed his hand down your hair.

You were on his side the moment your spine finished crawling. Yelling angrily, but it was on par with Eddie’s pained yells for you to stop.

You were on top of Eddie’s side, yanking at his hair hard, pulling and scratching at locks of his shaggy mullet as you took literal tufts out furiously.

“Y/N STOP! STOP, STOP IT!!” Eddie yells, trying to push you off, but pained shrieks leaving like cries as it only means you rip more of his long waves out from his head. Eddie trying desperately to get you to stop, pushing not too hard at you because he didn’t want to and because it only made it worse.

You were screeching as you attacked at his head. Ripping Eddie’s hair out and not letting go whatsoever, even when the others were all pulling you off of him so hard it hurt. Your fingers going numb as your wrists were being squeezed, and your hands were being scratched up, as they try to unhook your claws from the knotted fistfuls of Eddie’s hair you’re grabbing onto. Arms wrapped around your body and upper arms tightly, squeezing you hard and painfully squishing you as they try pulling you away, while also soon pinning you down with their own bodies. Having to hurt you just a bit as they try and pull you off of him because you just will not let go. Eddie crying out in pain, you screaming madly, and the others all yelling your name and for you to stop loudly.

They were all acting quick and had to be uncaring about being a bit rough with you as they had to get you off of Eddie now. You were worried Steve was going to break your wrist, even though he would never want to, he was just squeezing it that hard, to the point that hand cramped so you couldn’t even untangle your fingers from Eddie’s knots if you tried. Steve’s other arm wrapped like a python around your body, as him and Robin tried leaning on top of you. All three scratching at the backs of your hands, Nancy’s especially pinching and painful. Gripping your fingers in such awkward and painful ways, as they tried to unhook you from Eddie’s head. But it still took all three of them and Eddie’s help a long time to fully free Eddie from your clutches.

By that point Steve and Robin were sitting on top of your body with their own. Crushing you. You were crying out, pained and panicked and horrified at being in a situation like this. Trying to breathe with them on top of you, made much harder by your sobs, as not only were they shadowing and crushing you, but also as you never ever wanted to be in this position with the stalkers who declared their love for you near constantly, the friends who you now were horrified by.

Eddie went straight to the floor as soon as he was free, panting and crying, looking right at you with those big fucking doe brown eyes, that you can barely see from where Steve’s torso is blocking your view as he shadows on top of you, but those fucking eyes making you wail even harder. For a completely different reason now.

Nancy goes right down to comfort Eddie. Meanwhile you’re trying desperately to get his hair out of your hands as quick as possible. The small strands you managed to get, making you feel sick to now have touching you, for a myriad of reasons. But you couldn’t get them off with Robin and Steve both lying on top of your restrained body. You could only shake your hands and not even purposely. Steve was still restraining your arms too, and now they were in a twisted position that hurt, but the four couldn’t exactly focus on that when they were concentrated on Eddie. Even if you knew you were in a similar amount of pain to what he was in, at least in some way.

They had to restrain you, if you were hurting them, if they had to, you might get a couple of bruises from attacking them, but they would never, ever hurt you apart from that. They don’t want to. And they weren’t hurting you too badly, even now, they wouldn’t do that. You were still their love but you were just acting out in dangerous ways.

Nancy hit you. She knocked you unconscious. She tied you up so much the others had all thrown up at least once from the image since. And then they’d all kidnapped you. You guess, to be fair, they don’t always respond much the other times you hurt them. They even accepted it sometimes.

Although that could occasionally infuriate you more.

Steve comes to check on you and see if you’re hurt, after they’ve all gotten a sobbing Eddie breathing again and somewhat looked over downstairs. You spit in his face. Steve still gives you first aid for your bruises and scratches, and apologies.

Sometimes when you hurt them they’ll stay there and accept it. Sometimes they just simply leave you be. And sometimes they apologise, but you know it’s not just for the recent reason that caused you to hurt them, you know they know what they’re doing to you is wrong, even if they convince themselves it’ll all be good.

Sometimes you didn’t care after one had left and you’d hurt them; you’d think you only really did so when they deserved it, even though for what they’ve done they always deserve so.

Sometimes you feel bad. That’s normally for when you’ve hurt them more than just one quick reaction.

You could slap Robin in the face, and she could look into your eyes with absolute awe and sadness, you’d stay exactly where you were, staring her down. Other times you could kick Steve in the stomach as he was on your floor for something, but the moment you meet his teary eyes, you were sobbing at him to just go, because you didn’t want him to see you cry because of this. It was usually context dependent.

Nancy once left your room with scratches all over her face. Steve was shocked and immediately grabbed Nancy’s cheeks, lightly, to look at her face in all angles, where he waited for her down the hall. Worried about Nancy because of course he is, he loves her and she’s part of his family, but also asking her what the hell happened in there?

They were light scratches, they’d fade soon. At least when you hurt them with your fingernails or something, it wasn’t like an object they could take away from you. Like the fact you now only get plastic cups. Your nails were getting bitten to hell enough anyway.

She’s tried to instinctively push your wrists away when you first started clawing at her face, trying to soothingly say “Y/n-“ but you went for her lips. Nancy leaned her head away from you, backing up, but you kept following. And she kept her hands trying to chase your arms, trying lightly to push you off of her. Getting slightly more panicked when you tried to pin her down and really go at her face, Nancy thought of democreatures pinning her and loved ones down and attacking if that happened, but you were in one of your moods where you were set on your task.

She winced and cried out quietly and tried talking to you, asking you to stop now, that she’d go okay? Hissing and whining and groaning sad you continued wildly scratching at her anywhere you could get near her face, neck and shoulders too a little, dragging them down. And also a little scared, definitely hurt, and worrying the longer it goes on. But she’s managed to hit your hands down in one swoop and back up a couple of steps, and as she knew, that pause made you finally stop. Especially with Nancy telling you she’d just leave now, okay?

Nancy hadn’t even called out for help, even though she had obviously asked and tried to get you to stop. She didn’t want any of her other partners to go talk to you either, not that they’d really ‘punish ’ you much or anything though. Nancy understood, even if she didn’t like the fact you’d do things like this now, no matter how much, she loved you, so so dearly, it would never ever change no matter what you do.

Sometimes they won’t call out to the others if you hurt them, either they think they can handle it, or mostly it’s because they feel like they deserve it. You can get it out, it’s okay, they understand how maddened you must be, and they know they’ve got a lot of making up to do to you, they’re guilty enough to let you do so anyway. Not guilty enough to convince themselves they should let you leave them or anything though. They can’t have that happen, they just couldn’t cope if that..! But even if they’re a bit emotionally hurt at those times, they’re not mad at you.

And unfortunately, they do start to become slightly less surprised by it. Even though at the same time, past the first two - three weeks, your attacks lessen. It would be an odd looking chart.

Nancy’s making graphs of you concerning different things though, it helps her keep peace of mind sometimes. And they all have big family talks about you a lot anyway, more than they even did before you joined their home, so she has all of them to show her notes to.

That scratching at her was still pretty early on after she hit you and knocked you out, Nancy can’t blame you for acting out. Even if she feels right having you here, finally having you home, Nancy felt guilty for hurting you.

The first time she tried to have a conversation with you, after they all explained you would be staying here now, you’d looked at her with such emotion in your eyes as you said “You hit me Nancy.”

Nancy could never forget that. She’d burst into tears the moment you said it, but kept her eyes right on you, her hand to her heart, as you looked at her so betrayed, so hurt, so in shock that she would ever do something like that to you.

“I’m- I’m so so sorry y/n..!” Nancy hiccuped, tears streaming down her pink cheeks as she felt genuine horror at knowing she had hit you. She loves you. She can’t believe she would ever be the type of lover to hit you. After both of you saving each other’s lives. After all the promises she made to your image. Being so sure she and the others were the right option for you, the best way to keep you safe, and loved, and comforted always, your future. She hit you hard enough to make your head bleed, and then she’d taken you away.

The others weren’t exactly comforting her at that point. But Nancy would have directed them back to you anyway, during that conversation. Nancy never wanted to hit you again.

Steve had soothingly applied first aid to the scratches you’d clawed all into Nancy’s face, and neck, trying to ask her if she was okay, emotionally they both knew he meant, but Nancy kept promising she was fine. Even though everyone in the house felt a gloom cloud over the home and all of them each time you became different and hurt someone.

They did understand. And they still loved you. Sometimes you were genuinely scared in that moment, even a little traumatised (they were horrified to think it), and they really didn’t blame you at all in those moments. Usually someone would stay with you to try and calm you down from your panic attack state about the other one going to hurt you, as someone else took them out of the room, to check they were okay.

They really did feel awful for you in those instances. No one treated you differently after them. They were even more caring in fact. Just trying to soothe you into knowing you were okay, they weren’t trying to hurt you, look at them, just look at them, in their eyes don’t look at the other, nothing is going to try and hurt you, they promise, it’s alright, no one is going to harm you here okay? You’re safe.

Steve had been that person to breathe with you once, when you’d repeatedly shoved Eddie hard to the ground, and kicked Nancy to the floor as well, not allowing either of them up as you panickedly kept pushing them down, convinced that one or both of them were about to hurt you. As soon as Robin helped them both leave and shut the door to leave the room quiet, with Steve holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes, his own sure but empathetic, and comforting as well as strong, talking you through how safe you were as you came down from your sudden panic, you’d moved forward in a rattling fearful sob and wrapped your arms around Steve.

Steve felt shame for the fact he thought you were coming to tackle him too, rather than hug him, but he’s sure it’s because he hasn’t felt you hug him since he first untied you in this room. And not leaping at him wanting his comfort in that long either. Immediately, Steve’s wrapping his arms around you, and he’s hugging you just as he’d always do before. Tight, but not too strongly, tender and soothing. He kept you close, as your fists gripped onto his waist and shirt, one of his hands stroking your hair down your head, neck, and shoulders. As he let you place your head into his shoulder, and he pressed his cheek into your head, your hair moving softly together, as he held you in his close arms.

He holds you, he just holds you, he does everything you need right now, that you’ve probably needed for a long time. His words confident and soothing, promising you all the safety in the world. Letting his soft cheek finally press against your warm one again. Actual skin on skin contact, to comfort both of you. Letting him finally be not just the hero, screw that, but your friend again, one of your best friends. Steve’s heart and body full of relief at the fact he’s able to comfort you again. And hugging and holding you lovingly, the same way he did before, nothing more, it wasn’t needed. All Steve needed and all he wanted right then in the entire world was to hug you and make you feel safe and comforted. And so, that’s exactly what he did. Exactly like he would as your friend, and he is still your friend! He would never ever stop, and he’s so so glad you’re letting him be your friend again, just like before.

For two full minutes you clung onto Steve and sobbed, needing your best friend to promise you that you were not in danger right now, as you came down from feeling like you most definitely were. And Steve relished that you were finally able to be comforted by him again, but also that you let him, that you wanted him, and that you’d been so so brave to come to him for it first. You were amazing. You were constantly proving how strong you were. And he loved you, not just like that, but in every single way.

It killed Steve just a little bit after just those two minutes, when you pulled back, and looking right down at the floor, arms wrapped around yourself instead, you quietly asked him to leave now. And that the next day, you didn’t reach out to him or the others, in any way the same. That you seemed even sadder...

But he had told the others what had happened. It at least gave them all hope. All they want is to be able to comfort you again, they just don’t want you to feel like this anymore, and especially not all alone.

#yandere fruity four/reader #yandere Eddie Munson #Yandere Steve Harrington #Yandere Robin Buckley #Yandere Nancy Wheeler #yandere fruity four #yandere fruity four x reader #yandere fruity four drabble #yandere fruity four blurb #yandere fruity four angst #stranger things #anon #ask

[joelscruff]

✨ new series announcement ✨

so now that my soft!dom joel series has come to a (semi) close, and one thing i'm missing is also coming to an end next week, i want to let you guys know that i'm starting a new joel series!!

it's not a new premise or something you haven't heard me talk about before. it's actually the guitar teacher joel x inexperienced reader fic that won the poll a few days ago. i'm not sure how long it's going to be, i would say maybe three or four parts as an estimate, but after one thing i'm missing is done it's gonna become my new top priority.

this joel is very different than the joel i've been writing so far. he's definitely darker, more of a dirty old man. however i wanna stress that all smut in this fic will be entirely consensual. he may be corrupting reader but it's only because she wants him to.

i'm putting a preview of the first part underneath the cut if you're interested 💕

"You wanna come in for a bit?" he asks, voice nonchalant, like he's asking you something completely casual.

And maybe he is, but the words make your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat. The way he'd looked at you just then, laughed at your words, wanted to know your age... now he's inviting you into his house? You've never actually been flirted with before, not when it mattered, and you're not entirely sure if that's what's happening. But it feels like it, even though you can't imagine how someone like him could see anything sexy about a girl like you.

"...Why?" you ask quietly.

He looks up at you with another smile, still plucking the strings, "If you need to ask then maybe I read you wrong," he chuckles again, eyes trailing down your legs and taking in your short dress, the way it stops at your knees, "Now that I really look at you, maybe I'm talkin' to a good Christian girl."

"You're not," you say it too quickly, "I mean, I'm not. I'm not a good Christian girl."

"No?" he smirks, "Don't have a good southern daddy waitin' for you to come home? Momma waitin' with a pie in the oven?" he's not being serious but you feel your skin flush at the accuracy of his words.

"Maybe," you mutter, hand going down to touch your dress nervously, "But maybe I don't wanna go home."

He nods and stops plucking, licking his lips and thinking to himself. You have to admit, there's something about him that draws you to him, something masculine and new. He's much, much older than you but not in a way that creeps you out or makes you want to run away. You find yourself hoping he'll ask you to come inside again so this time you can give him the right answer, the one he wants to hear.

"You probably should," he finally says, then stands up on his porch steps and slips his guitar onto his back. The strap digs into his broad shoulders, accentuating his size as he suddenly towers over you on the step.

"Sh-should what?" you ask breathlessly, and you wonder if he can tell your heart race has picked up, see the thumping of your pulse in your exposed neck.

"Go back home," he says with a shrug, "I mean, if they're waitin' for you..."

"They're not," you say it with firm finality, shaking your head, "I'm twenty one, I do what I like."

He walks down the steps then, getting closer and closer to you until he's suddenly standing directly in front of you. His eyes cast downward, assessing your expression; you swear he looks at your lips and licks his own again.

"So would you like to come inside?" he asks again, peering down at you with a dark sense of desire that makes you swallow roughly, feel a light and steady thrum between your legs, "Let me teach you how to play that song?"

Here's your chance. Just say yes.

"N-no," you gasp, taking a step back from him, "Um, n-not today."

He smirks, almost like he knew that would be your response. He hitches his guitar up his shoulder and gives you one last smile before turning around and walking back up his steps.

"Well, I'm here if you change your mind," he calls back to you, reaching for the doorknob on his front door and peering at you with another side glance, still assessing you, "Would love to teach a pretty thing like you how to use her fingers."

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

it's called "feelings on fire" by the way. bonus points to who can guess what song that's from.

#woooooo

[borzoilover69]

> BORZOI: READ HOMESTUCK LIKE ITS 2011 (PART 3)

We are so fucking back. (4178)

Idiot captchalogued things one by one point and LAUGH. One soup can. One bullet. Bro would be horrible at unpacking.

Never getting over the fact how damn much Jake mentions Dirk in only the FIRST FEW PAGES that we meet him properly like damn dude you got something going with him or what..

And he seems so insistent on finding answers, even if its just backing up his own conclusions, rather than Janes stubborn pushing of the point. This is semi-tragic. Knowing that in their time, they were never considered heroes, but lords.

4184 YOU. *grips and shakes you* STOP IMPLYING FLIRTING YOU DARN QUEERS. Jake just CAAASUALLY mentioning how much he compliments strider, Dirks ar (but in this case a pretty accurate representation of Dirk) just CAASUALLY MENTIONING THAT THEY'VE DONE THIS TANGO BEFORE LIKE HELLOO?? FLUSTERED AMBIVALENCE? HAH??

Iconic line.

I need to think on this for a while. Speaking wise that's true, I'm sure it's fooled his friends before when Dirk just didnt want to talk. I'm rather fond of how Dirk and Jake call each other out on being annoying and hard to work with. Because they are, but that's what makes their relationship all the funnier and real to me LOL. They're ribbing at each other in a way that motivates each other to one up because they. They get it i guess. Thinking now, I don't like relationships where it's just adoration and softness... Nah i want them to beat the crap out of each other. I like ot think they used to bitch at each other for HOURS as kids, but all in good favour.

This idiot is changing from the casual to the formal desktop point and LAUGH. But also it brings up another strange contradiction where Jake "catches on" without being actually.. told to catch on.

From page 4183: You put on a few of your more ostentatious devices. Luckily (or unfortunately) you grew up alone, so there was never anyone around to point out how ridiculous you look.

And then from page 4186

You shed this ridiculous outfit because you look like an idiot. It's time to get serious here. 

Maybe I'm reading too into it. I probably am. But it always astound me the awareness Jake has to some degree. I deadass want to get in his head and mess with his brain a little to see what's up. Its like he'll always go "Oh cool, neato, its this thing!" and then go "This thing is fucking stupid" later. From what im gathering >HUSKTOP: Clunky, too hands on. Good for casual use and movies (I'm assuming)

>COMPUTER OUTFIT? Comfortable, but it looks stupid. And an idiot.

>SKULLTOP: A real businessmans computer. Probably one of the most used ones of the bunch and the ire of Jakes shitty vision.

Also I just got done reading this conversation AGAIN, and I remeber in my previous reading, someone commented that they always took it as Jake defending the autoresponder, but if anything other than Dirk hes probably the most frustrated with it at times outright putting it down and demeaning its presumedly simulated built on feelings, which Hal will proceed to call him out on MULTIPLE times. Which backs up my conclusion that he knew Dirk really just didn't like the thing. My boyfriend saw me reading this out and said something along the line of "Jake has libra coding they can't bring up their point w/o including a third party in the matter" or something. It was a few days ago. I don't know zodiacs so take that as you will.

Along with this, I guess I see where Jakes frustration is coming from, this guy is running on canned food, frustration at being taunted and poked at by Dirks ruddy autoresponder, and he has no times for japery and lighthearted fun from Jane gadzooks hes on a mission!!

4189

There it is again!! That- *waves hands* THAT KIND OF KNOWLEDGE!! YOU SCALLIWAG!! HOWD YOU DRAW THAT CONCLUSION?? HOOOW DID YOU DO IT WITH SUCH LITTLE EXPLAINATION OR BACKING HOW DID YOU FUCKING KNOW?? LIKE JANE WAS FUCKING VAGUE AS SHIIIT ABOUT IT AND YOU JUMPED TO.. THAT CONCLUSION?? WHAT IS YOUR DEAL??

4190

You telling me they slept in the same house together dawg i thought Brobot powered off somewhere remote. Arguably a stupid conclusion but I FORGOT its been a while OKAY.

Operation U-235 Brocurement. Codename: Big Man Hass the Rock.

Heh.

I mean it's reasonable. Given growing up in a hellmurder island, defeat can equal great bodily harm or even death, being cautious about getting too far outside of your comfort zone and quote being a hero endquote will kill you.

A lot of people fail to realise how Jake was affected by living in such circumstances because it just comes down to gungho boy wonder who loves adventure!! And is. A coward. When flight is the thing separating you from living to dying etc, it can affect a lot of life choices like that. For example, hes perfectly up for the idea of plundering tombs, because its territory hes familiar and accustomed to. But he doesnt deal with being tossed a curveball or into new circumstances well.

And yet again Hal brings up a good point. If you bank on victory or defeat and not about the journey it gets to take there which leaves you stranded at the starting line overcompensating for the lack you never worked hard to make, you won't get anywhere, which is why Page class suits him well. Dirk and Jake have this thing in common where they are often too future thinking to the point of being narrow minded, they think they're being realistic when realistically.. these personal pursuits are needed to be fought with undying human spirit so as to conquer and further their self journeys.

Like yes, there's always the prospect of failure. Dirk feels resigned, doomed to the fact he will turn out terrible and therefore he should fuck off. Jake feels daunted by the task of actually living up to the expectations he feels are built upon him by his friends and himself, and chooses to isolate himself rather than build on the hope that maybe he can be known and loved regardless, and acknowledge the hurt he may undoubtedly cause. But with every prospect of failure comes a prospect of success and sure being resigned to failure doesn't hurt but even so you should still strive and claw your way to a happy ending otherwise whats it worth more than pointless self suffering and guilt? Because if you look at it everything is doomed everything is going to fail or fall out of touch eventually but if you turn it on its head, you see that means that unequivocally for a brief moment in time everything will be okay, that bad things will turn out for the better (somehow) in the end. It's the chicken and the egg question, which came first? It's a neverending circle. I got carried away there. Whoops. Anyways.

"Thing". He doesn't acknowledge him as a person it's a "thing".

So you, Jake english (totally straight guy) decree the brobot as bane of your existence (its your company in this hellscape) and is pointed out that you can CHANGE that, that is something YOU can control, that has been brought up to you MULTIPLE times by your BEST FRIEND by his AUTORESPONDER and yet you REFUSE to change it because when given it too easy it feels almost. Almost..tender you say? You proceed to get flustered and.. change the subject? Boy. Boy speak to me boy. You are COMPLICIT in your own downfall because you hate it being too easy, you FEAR it being too easy. For what?

Look at him go.

4195

Hopefully your dad is still out back washing the car. Ideally this is one of his legendary infinite car washes. What can you say? Dad fancies his automotive ablutions.

4191

GT: Man where IS he anyway??? GT: Is he taking one of his legendary infinite showers? TT: What can I say. TT: Dude fancies his ablutions.

4195

While he is preoccupied, you should be able to sneak downstairs and grab the mail undetected. The perfect crime? You bet.

You slip the HALLWAY CERA a furtive wink for good luck.

Jane you are the silliest girl to ever grace this earth never ever drop your dramatics and joyous whimsy. Your relationship with your father is endearing and sweet. Given this it's a safe bet to say Johns would've mimicked this, its just nice to see a pretty sweet goddamn family.

4199 Imagine walking downstairs and seeing this of course their families cant be reasonably normal about anything.

And another sort of outward representation of struggle with the kids environment. With how harsh and how thoroughly restricted Jane is in her household, despite being so far up she might as well just serve as a figurehead to the cooking empire than of anything remote. All backdoors, front doors, windows are closed, which also draws to her general ignorance to actual things. You could even say shes.. whats the word? Oh yes. trapped. In her views. Yes. *The crowd starts seething at me as I click my little device to change slides.*

4202 READY FOR WHAT??

YES, I am going out with this book! No, I will not go get an unabridged copy! No, I will not take yours! I can hardly even lift it! Oh, that is so preposterous. Do you even hear what you're saying? I will be fine! This is a perfectly funny book and it contains many incredibly funny jokes! Oh, will you just stop it. I am going now. Good day!!!

4207

Do you think this was the mystery of johns childhood that he could never solve. Do you. Cus i do. He didn't have a nanna he was raised by the condesce.

The message has always been a fascinating mystery to you, and probably was to him as well. From the way it's written, it seems it was intended for him to receive after her death. She talks about a journey he is supposedly meant to go on. 

In any case, this message to poppop from his sweet old nanna is the best evidence you have to dispute all this evil batterwitch nonsense. She clearly cared for her grandson very much, and would never start a company responsible for the things it's accused of, let alone be alive today to perpetrate them. But then, what if she wasn't the one who wrote it? This thought makes you very nervous.

Big ole fucking SIGH. And he was never able to get that faaar at all. With that in mind I'd be interested to see anyone analyse the post scratch versions of the betas. Would John Crockers deal deem him a failure to his classpect? What about the others? I don't know, food for thought.

4215

Damn. Ok well I just reached the end of an image allowance so i guess. I wrap up here?

GG: I care very much for you, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you both in my dreams, and here in this world. GG: So for whatever good it does, just please be extra careful out there today! GT: Roger that janey! GT: And um same goes for you about being careful what with these various rogues accosting you with foul play lately and whatnot... GT: Because well i sure do care a lot about you too you know that. GG: Hooray! Will do. ;B GG: Now let's get this silly old adventure off to the races before the coat of dust it's growing gets any thicker. GT: Booyeah! GT: Ok good luck jane and keep me posted! C ya.

Yet another goddamn reminder that they give a whole fucking damn about each other.

#hom3stuck #homestuck meta #borzoi reread #dirk strider #jake english #jane crocker #borzoi talks #borzoi meta #homestuck