#plus fuck hussie

[malt-o-meat]

song “i wish that i could wear hats” by brian david gilbert

this took. like 48 hours. and also 3 months to get back to.

#blorbo from my shows #my art #homestuck #dirk strider #tw flashing lights #tw flashing #tw graphic #dave strider #bro strider #brian david gilbert #homestuck animatic #if it isnt clear #dirk and dave and by proxy the rest of the strilondes are black in this #because i couldn’t figure out dirks hair and this made more sense #plus fuck hussie #and their idea that the kids arent black #so thats why #this has been rolling around in my brain for forever

[nekropsii]

people want a gay male version of the dancestor poll???? like one guy there would be able to have a good relationship with another person and most certainly not with any of the other male dancestors. (hint: its mituna)

Yeah. I love the Alpha Trolls, they’ve been my jam since I first got into the comic, like, 10 years ago, but… Look, man, you can like the Alpha Troll guys all you want, they are interesting characters in their own right, but I am pretty sure Hussie explicitly wrote them to be honest to god nonfunctional in shipping contexts.

This even includes friendships. The only exception is, as you’ve said, Mituna, who is literally the only male Alpha Troll I could easily see in functional relationships- platonic, romantic, and otherwise- but genuinely none of those good possibilities are with any of the other male Alpha Trolls. Mituna is the only male Alpha Troll that’s capable of having a normal, functioning relationship, especially on a long term scale, just… Not with any of the other men here. Mituna can have great relationships!! Just only with the female side of the Alpha Troll cast.

Acting like gay male Alpha Troll ships are anything of substance- especially functional, stable substance- just feels like major copium. Sorry to my followers for using the word copium, I couldn’t think of any other way to put it. Literally none of them work. None of them are something that should spark joy. The only times they do work in some degree, it’s only as a god damn case study, and shouldn’t really be included under the label of “shipping”, in my opinion. It’s really fucking funny.

The male Alpha Trolls are absolutely fucking unshippable. Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop people, and a good 95% of the time I see some ship involving an Alpha Troll guy, I just pull out a gun. Sorry, not sorry.

So, yeah, no M/M version of the Alpha Troll Yuri Poll. The men get too much attention for all the wrong reasons, and every single god damn combination of them is terrible.

Plus, I wouldn’t be caught dead putting Cronus or Kankri as options in Best Ship polls. Ew. Ew ew ew. I’d rather set myself ablaze.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck polls #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #mituna captor #mituna.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

[the-meat-machine]

On page 5714 of Homestuck, when Jane is bopping a bunch of enemies with the lollipop juju, the cherub-looking dudes turn into Lil Cal looking guys, with the red blood ones looking just like him and the green blood ones having green lipstick and cheeks + white bowtie, instead of red and black respectively. And, Jake's Caliborn-esque symbol turns into a Lil Cal-esque symbol.

I feel like this means SOMETHING about Lil Cal, but I have no idea what. Sending this to you because I consider you the Lil Cal Expert. This is absolutely haunting me.

For those who don't remember, anon is referring to this:

Okay, so, before you sent this ask, I hadn't thought too much about this. I figured this was just reinforcing the conceptual link between cherubs and Lil Cal by implying that Trickster Mode cherubs look like Lil Cal.

But I think we can go deeper. Specifically, I'd like to think about what it would mean for Lil Cal to be a juju that's patterned after a trickster-mode cherub.

Bear with me - I'm not sure how much of this is obvious and how much isn't, so I'm just going to go through everything.

Cherubs are connected with Lil Cal

This one is fairly obvious. From a Doylist perspective, Lord English's design deliberately draws elements from Lil Cal's design, and therefore cherubs in general resemble Lil Cal. And of course, Caliborn's soul becomes entangled with Lil Cal's. Even the name Lil Cal is a clear connection.

Cherubs are connected with Trickster Mode

Again, fairly obvious. It's Calliope and Caliborn's combined jujus that cause Trickster mode. All of the Zillyweapons the tricksters create are tied with ridiculous cherub lore. Et cetera.

In addition… I'm going to quote from Hussie explaining Trickster Mode to Caliborn:

Furthermore, [Trickster Mode] could only be seen as a boon from an asocial species. You never have to deal with other people. So if you lick a magic lollipop that flips a switch in your brain that says "all my problems are solved," I guess maybe that's fine for cherubs, but if you're a human you haven't actually solved anything. By the same logic it's not much of a boon to a human's physical journey either. Using an item that lets them start maniacally powering from point A to point B isn't doing them any favors.

This seems to imply that Trickster Mode would be a better power-up for cherubs, who generally don't have to worry about petty things like "fucking up all your interpersonal relationships in a drug-induced mania". It also implies that cherubs may be physically more able to handle Trickster Mode than humans, who seem to be exhausted once it wears off. Like maybe this is a cherub power-up that isn't really meant to be used on humans.

There's also the matter of the energy that tricksters draw on to fuel their antics… but I'll get to that in a bit.

Lil Cal, specifically, is connected with Trickster Mode

As noted in the ask, Lil Cal motifs show up in several places during the Trickster Mode arc. The cherubs in that one flash turn into Lil Cal lookalikes, Jake's skull symbol turns into Lil Cal's head - plus Dirk's Trickster Mode outfit is based on Lil Cal's outfit.

The implication here is that Trickster Mode cherubs look like Lil Cal. Or to put it another way: Lil Cal looks like a Trickster Mode cherub.

And maybe we could stop there. Cherubs, Trickster Mode, and Lil Cal are all connected, so making the trickster cherubs look like Lil Cal could just be a fun visual way to reinforce those ties in the reader's head.

But on the other hand… Lil Cal could, in a way, be an embodiment of cherub Trickster Mode.

Here's where we get more speculative.

Lil Cal has trickster-like traits

What little we know about Lil Cal's "personality" reinforces the impression of him as somehow trickstery. As Calsprite, he literally does nothing but laugh, all the time, always. As a puppet, he shows up throughout the comic, appearing and disappearing in a way that's almost playful and yet also deeply unsettling. And "unsettling playfulness" is pretty much the essence of Trickster Mode.

So far, so good. This all feels like even more reason why Lil Cal makes sense as a representation of a trickster cherub.

Let's go deeper.

the enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal (or, what if ALL the rainbow glowy shit is connected)

Here we're going to take a bit of a detour. Ok, maybe it's more of a full-on dialectical road trip. It starts, as all the best things do, with cherub sex.

Here's a quote from Aranea's explanation of cherub reproduction (typing quirk removed for readability):

While dueling in such a monstrous form, their energy is inexhaustible. The transformation taps into the cherubs' latent connection with the enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal, and permeating all those endowed with immortality. Normally this power is only accessible to them during mating. In this form, they are only able to be injured by one another, and are otherwise indestructible.

The important part here is that cherubs have an innate connection to a power that imbues immortality, and this power is visually represented as a flashing rainbow energy.

This force is also almost certainly the power underlying both Caliborn/Lord English's immortality and god tier resurrections.

I'll start with the god tier resurrections, because it ties directly in with where Caliborn gets his immortality.

Here's a comparison between the god tier clock and the stock image that it was based on:

Of note here are two changes that Hussie made: 1) The angels (or should I say cherubs) on top have much larger wings. 2) The animals flanking the clock face have been changed to have crocodile heads that resemble the heads of cherubs when they're in their mating form.

All of this is to say that the god tier clock has very deliberate connections to cherubs. This, combined with its apparent function (resurrecting god tiers who have died, conditional on their death being neither heroic nor just) suggests that god tier resurrections are fueled by the same "enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal" as mating cherubs. We also get to see that flashing rainbow energy again when it activates:

Caliborn's reward for defeating Yaldabaoth appears to be the god tier clock itself. When Caliborn destroys it, he absorbs the (rainbow, flashing) energy it emits, rendering him unconditionally immortal. As a cherub, Caliborn is the perfect recipient for this boon - he already has an inherent affinity for this sort of power thanks to his species.

Ok, so what does this all have to do with Trickster Mode?

You know what else is associated with flashing rainbow energy? That's right: Trickster Mode.

I know, this may seem like a stretch, but also bear in mind that the exact pastel rainbow flashing colors that the tricksters talk in (and that show up when Jake, Roxy, and Dirk transform) are also seen both when one of the cherubs transforms into its mating form and when a cherub hatches from its egg (compare the text colors to the colors around the red cherub below). So, we've got more connections to cherub energy here.

My theory is that Trickster Mode taps into the same well of energy that powers cherubs' transformations during mating. In this case, the point is less the immortality and more the "inexhaustible energy" that mating cherubs have.

This would track with Trickster Mode being a power-up that's much better suited to cherubs than humans - cherubs are inherently connected to this energy and are built to withstand it. It also would give an added dimension to the tricksters' obsession with sex and babies - they're imbued with mating energy!

Under this view, Trickster Mode would be "intended" as a power-up that would grant a cherub all the power and energy they normally can only tap into while mating, presumably without needing to transform into a giant snake or waste all that energy on a years-long sex battle.

If this theory was correct, it might imply that someone in Trickster Mode would be unkillable for the duration of the transformation. There's no proof of this, which is the main reason I consider this theory to just be speculation rather than something I think was definitely intended in canon. Still, there's also no proof that tricksters aren't immortal, and would anyone really be surprised if you tried to kill a trickster and they just grinned at you and kept on going? It seems like it would be in keeping with the trickster power set, is all I'm saying.

Lord English as a perma-Trickster?

Now, as I mentioned above, as of the end of Homestuck Caliborn already has forged a permanent connection to "the enigmatic forces presiding over all that is eternal", making him unconditionally immortal and also giving him some really annoying-to-look-at eyeballs. But that in itself still doesn't grant him all the power Lord English has. He doesn't seem to, for example, have limitless energy or the ability to shoot rainbow laser beams out of his mouth.

So here's where my theorizing becomes even more improbable. I don't really think this next part is an "intended" reading, but I still think it's an interesting possibility to consider.

Lord English inherits traits from most of the souls inhabiting Lil Cal - Caliborn most obviously, but also Equius's muscles, Gamzee's honking, etc. But here's the thing: Lil Cal - as in, the juju itself - is also an ectobiological component of Lord English. It's not unthinkable that Lord English could inherit traits from Lil-Cal-the-juju - which, remember, is patterned off of a Trickster Mode cherub.

So my theory here is that Lord English is basically in a permanent Trickster Mode-like state, thanks to inheriting traits from Lil Cal. This state could be what grants him his absurdly massive amounts of power and the aforementioned rainbow-mouth-laser abilities.

After all, what does Trickster Mode do? It flips a switch in your brain that tells you that all your problems are solved and grants you huge amounts of energy to go do whatever your id desires most. And what would Caliborn do if he had unlimited energy and no obstacles left to stand in his way? I think the answer is obvious: Fuck. Shit. Up.

Lord English is basically Caliborn's id writ large and given limitless power to spend fucking shit up for all eternity. And really, what more could a cherub dream of?

#flashing images under the cut #homestuck meta #lil cal #trickster mode #meatmeta #flashing #REDOING THIS WHOLE DAMN POST BECAUSE FUCK TUMBLR

[boliv-jenta]

Joel Miller x f!reader. No age gap. Reader is in her 50's too.

Warnings: bad language, smut, P in V sex. Voyeurism?

WC:2.2k in total.

I had an idea about Joel and reader being stuck listening to a young couple having sex while protecting them. I couldn't decide which way to write it, so I wrote five different versions.

Cabin Fever

"We're good. We're safe here. You take the bedroom upstairs. We'll stay down here." Joel settled in your temporary house guests. 

The cabin was a fair size and pretty well fortified. The Jackson patrols used it often if they had any doubts about making it the last leg home before nightfall. The infected didn't usually bother making the climb this far so it was a good place to hold up for the night.

The young couple that you and Joel picked up had been on the far end of the patrol perimeter. Just where the snow was beginning to thaw. A few stray infected had cornered them. Luckily, you and Joel had been there to bring them to safety. The young couple thanked you both again before heading upstairs. About fifteen minutes later the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air above you and Joel. Joel grumbled before turning over and going asleep. His body next to you provided some warmth as usual but not as much as you would like....

#1

"Jesus. Are they at it again?" Joel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. The wafer thin mattress shifted under him as he turned to face you, knowing that wouldn't be sleeping through that racket.

"More like 'at it still'. They never stopped." A smirk ghosted your lips. "Oh to be young and in love."

"We're young." Joel shot at you.

"Tell that to my back."

"Your back is better than my knees."

The rhythmic shifting of the furniture above you sped up. Joel cleared his throat. "They know we're down here. You think they'd show their elders some respect."

"Oh, come on." You nudged him with your shoulder. "They nearly died. They're happy to be alive. They're celebrating life."

"I don't mind them celebrating. I just wish they'd do it a little quieter." He grunted turning onto his side and nestling further into his folded pillow.

"Quieter? Are you one of those people that doesn't make a sound during sex?" You needled him.

"What? I…I…" he started to laugh. "I make an appropriate amount of noise during sex, thank you!"

"An appropriate amount? Joel Miller you hussy!" You teased.

"Alright! Enough." He returned your nudge to the shoulder. 

"I'm curious though, what is an appropriate amount?" You were face to face with him now, with a hope that this might actually be the time you and Joel cross the line and do something more than flirty banter.

"Maybe I'll show you sometime." He leaned closer.

"Yeah..?" You moved to meet him.

As your lips parted he pulled back. "I should buy you dinner first though. I don't want people to talk about me. There's a rumour going round that I'm a hussy."

"Come here, Miller." You grabbed a handful of his shirt to close the gap between you. You soon made some noises of your own.

#2

"Fuck!" Came a shout from upstairs. My sentiments exactly, you thought as you tried to keep your breathing slow and even. The couple had been going at it for about an hour. Joel had fallen asleep more or less right away. Thanks to your hearing being sharper than Joel's you were awake for every minute of it. You couldn't blame the couple for being a little worked up. Nearly dying and losing a loved one will do that to you. Plus the adrenaline of surviving a close call is a powerful thing. Something you knew all too well. It was still under your skin. It was making keeping up the pretence of sleep even harder. Speaking of hard, Joel shifted a little, pressing his very evident erection further into your backside. When needed you and Joel had cuddled for warmth so it wasn't the first time you'd felt him pressed into you. It was the first time you'd felt him so insistently, while listening to a couple fucking, while riding your own adrenaline high. The combination was serving to drive you insane. 

Joel giving another roll of his hips was it for you. "Shit." You cursed rolling away from him. 

Coming to, Joel quickly put the compromising situation together. "Shit. Sorry. I…"

"It's fine. It happens. Friction and whatever." You strug him off. 

"Sweetheart. This has nothing to do with friction. I'm laying under a live sex show with a beautiful woman between my legs. How could I not get turned on?" Joel was always matter of fact with you.

When you didn't say anything he sat and switched on the light. Turning to him you looked everywhere except at him."I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that…"

"No, I…beautiful?" You laughed lightly.

"Yes. Beautiful. The most beautiful woman in Jackson."

"Now I know you are lying, Joel Miller. There are younger, prettier women in Jackson."

"Younger maybe. Not prettier." He gripped your chin to pull you in for a kiss.

Your lips barely brushed when the noise upstairs reached a crescendo. A wail of 'Yes, Baby. Cum in my ass.' cut into the romance of the moment. A shared laugh simmered until the heat took over. The younger couple were then the ones that had trouble sleeping.

#3

The sound of sex had been taunting you for an hour. Eligible partners in Jackson weren't exactly plentiful. Especially at your age. Apparently women just stopped having sex after forty. Most people were either paired off before you got there or were when they arrived. There was one eligible bachelor but that was complicated. For some reason you trusted Joel more than anyone else in the world. He was honest. Thoughtful. Loyal. Sex might ruin what you had with him, a friendship built on trust and shared life experience. A friendship that you were thinking about throwing out of the window, along with your panties if he rocked his cock into you again. It had happened a few times now. Just a press of his large erection into your ass before he moved away in his sleep. The last one seemed longer, like he lingered. He seemed to settle into a deeper sleep after that. For a little while you slept too. Only to be woken by Joel's hand on your breast as he ground his cock into the flesh of your backside.

"Joel!" You called to no avail. "Joel!" 

That one got some groggy muttering followed by 'oh shit' as he practically leapt away from you. "Sorry, Darlin'. I was dreamin' I…" 

Turning to face him, you tried to calm him. "It's okay, Joel. I liked it. I've missed being touched."

With that Joel's hand engulfed the side of your face. The hands that you knew were skilled, that were calloused from him wielding those skills. A shudder ran through you as his hand travelled lower, pawing at your breast again. Joel didn't miss your reaction. "Come and lay with me again?"

This time the grind of his length into you was purposeful. He worked his cock in his jeans as his fingers circled your clit. Even just having someone else bring you to orgasm was incredible. "When we get back to Jackson. We'll put those young'uns to shame."

"Why wait? We ain't getting any younger."

#4

An hour of listening to them fuck like dogs. While Joel's broad frame pressed into you from behind. You wondered if there were any infected that you could throw yourself to. There was already a ridiculous amount of tension between you and Joel. The playful banter turned flirty on the cold nights in Jackson. Neither of you had done anything about it. You just figured he was all talk. He didn't feel all talk as you shifted back under the blanket and came into contact with his sizable erection. The feel of it had even more slick leaking into your panties. In this position there was nothing you could possibly do to ease the ache between your legs. There was no way you wanted to wake Joel either. Resigned to your fate, you settled back down. When you got home you would have to take care of yourself especially well. Heaven knows you've been doing it for long enough. The memory of being wrapped in Joel's arms usually helped a lot with that. Now you had the thought of his erection against you to help too. Temptation got the better of you when you let your hips sink back again. Perfectly fitting into the curve of Joel's body. Getting another feel of his hard cock.

"If you turn around we'd both get more out of that." Joel's voice was low; he placed a kiss to your exposed neck as his hands on your waist encouraged you to turn around. 

"Come here, Darlin'." Wrapping your legs around him he shifted onto his back. His hands rested on your hips as he guided you to ride his bulge. "That's it. Fuck, just like that."

"Fuck, yes. Feels so good, Joel." Your hands came to rest on his chest as you found your rhythm. His came to join them as he let you take control. They held yours tightly as he spilled into his jeans when you came apart above him.

#5

Even a Saint would have trouble resisting the urge to throw the young couple back out into the snowy night. It wouldn't be the worst way to go. The cold you kill them before the infected could. The worst way to die was slowly dehydrating as all the moisture in your body slowly leaked into your panties. As you currently were. They were really going at it. You could hear the bed moving across the floor. The two of them were groaning in ecstasy. With the heat of Joel at your back it was all too much. Pressing the side of your hand between you legs, you pushed the fly of your jeans against your aching clit to get some relief. A small moan escaped, one that you hoped didn't manage to catch Joel's good ear. Staying as still as possible, you waited to see if you woke him. A few seconds passed, nothing. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do it again." Came Joel's voice, thick with sleep, or something else.

"Joel?"

"Do it again." He repeated as he pulled your hips flush with his. The evidence that he was just as affected by the free porn pressed into you. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how a real woman sounds when she's excited."

Before you could ask, he clarified. "That young girl up there, faking all those sounds because she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants." His hips rolled into you. "A woman like you though. Wiser. More experienced. You know how to ask for what you want. Don't you?"

You were almost too lost in the feel of him to answer. "Y..yes. Yes, I do."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, Joel." With that he was on you. Hunger kisses claimed your lips before moving down to your neck and on to your breasts as he yanked down your jeans and underwear. The cold air cooled the slick between your legs before his hand came to warm it up again. "Now, I know you need it but how do you want it?"

"From behind. Fuck me fast and deep Joel. I wanna feel you. I wanna make you cum."

"Oh, you will, Baby but I have to take care of you first."

His cock slid into you with ease given his size. "Oh, Joel!"

"There. That's what I'm talking about. I can feel you're not faking that. Your goddamn pussy is pulling me deeper. Hard and fast? Tell me no now because I won't hold back."

"Yes. Hard and fa…" The sentence was lost in a scream as he hit deep inside you. The headboard slammed against the wall. Chants of his name rang louder than anything going on upstairs. Even the high heavens could hear you. You silently thanked whoever had you back for sending you Joel.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes. You're close aren't you, Sugar?" Joel panted, his own end racing towards him. "Do you need…anything else to get…you…there?" He asked as if the magnificent pounding your g-spot was taking couldn't possibly be enough.

"Just…talk to me, Joel…tell me how good I'm… making you feel." 

"Oh...so…fucking good, Beautiful. Better than…I dreamed. I fucked my hand thinking about…you so many…times. Never…thought it….oh god." You pussy spasming around him made him stop. He knew you'd sound incredible when you came. He tilted this good ear to you, wanting to savour the moans of his name. When you finished writhing on his cock he pulled out.

"Don't stop, Joel. I want you to cum."

"Where?" 

"Inside. I can't…I mean…I don't…any more."

With your consent he sheathed himself inside again. It wasn't long until he was painting your walls. Another genuine cry of ecstasy peeled from you as you came.

Ending

The next morning, you were all set to leave early but the young ones were still asleep, much to Joel's irritation. When they did finally emerge, the guy tried to fist bump Joel apparently in appreciation for 'still getting it on as his age.' The guy soon found out that there were worse things to having giving you a death stare than Clickers.

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[eggcompany]

Neighbors to Fucking

Someone new moves in next door to the Cobblepots. Oswald just hopes their better than the loud downstairs neighbors. Luckily for him it's someone sweet, hot, and very bold int what he wants. One thing leads to another and suddenly Oswald's standing in his binder tell Ed he wants everything the other boy can give him.

“Mother, I think someone’s moving in next door! Do you care if I go see?” Oswald called to his mother as he pulled on his maroon sweater. 

“Of course baby, be careful though. Might be some hussy coming to try and take you away! My very handsome baby boy!” Mrs. Kapelput said and pinched at Oswald’s soft cheeks. Her boy smiled and pulled away. 

“I know mother, I’ll be okay. See you later.” Oswald said as he fixed his sleeves and took a glance at himself in a small mirror. 

He opened the door and poked his head out. There were only two apartments on this floor. Theirs and one more. It had been empty for a while. 

Perhaps though someone cool was moving in. 

Hopefully someone quiet. 

The people below them were loud. Talking, stomping, bad music, rude language, loud sex. It was dreadful. Horribly dreadful. 

Oswald was always quiet and light on his feet. He’d been told a quiet child was a good child when he was a toddler by his babysitter. It had stuck with him. 

He snuck out to the hallway, absentmindedly squishing his bottom lip between his teeth. 

The door was open a crack and a box was set outside of it. Oswald ventured closer to it to heard some commotion inside the room. He peaked to see if he could see but then the door was wide open and a disheveled looking boy was standing in it. 

Oswald was surprised but couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful brown eyes, neat brown hair , void of a few loose strands, high sharp cheekbones, the boy was taller than him by at least half a foot. All slim and sharp and neat and pointy. 

Finally the other boy finished looking at Oswald in the same way and smiled and stuck out his hand. A sparkly perfectly paper white smile, all straight and amazing…

“Edward Nygma, nice to meet you.” Oswald smiled and shook his warm tanned hand. A very nice hand, strong and warm, and oh his heart was on fire.

“Oswe- Oswald Cobblepot, I live in the other apartment with my mother. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new neighbor.” Oswald struggled, face painted a deep red at both the fact lord pretty boy very pretty boy and that he nearly screwed up his own name. 

Edward stood there smiling down at him for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away. Oswald came back to himself and huffed a breath and recovered. 

“Do your parents live here too or…?” Oswald asked nervously as he twiddled with his cuffs. 

“Oh no I moved out by myself. I’m apprenticing at the GCPD.” The burnette chuckled out, he found it amusing that the boy thought he was younger. 

“Oh… how old are you? I’ve gotta be older than you.” Oswald said and put a hand on his hip. There was no way Edward was older than him. His laugh kinda got under Oswald’s skin too, it made him want to sass. 

“I’m twenty.” Edward stated and Oswald just shook his head. 

“No” Oswald stated. 

“Um… yes I turned twenty a while ago actually. Why? How old are you?” Edward asked, curious about the shorter boy. He was an odd duck. Looked like an odd duck, spoke like an odd duck too. 

“Nineteen. You look like a baby! You’re like twelve, you're just tall.” The black haired boy teased and looked the other up and down. 

“You are the baby though. It’s only a year though… I bet we can hang out or something. If you wanna get outta your place you can help me unpack if you like.” Edward offered. He had only met some of the men who worked in the GCPD. No one his age, no one half as cute as the other boy. Plus he had a lot of stuff to unpack.

“Oh yes! Sounds fun, I like being nosy.” Oswald said giddy as he hopped gently on his good leg. 

-0-0-0-

“Can you play it again? I was almost asleep.” Oswald jokes from the other boy's couch. Ed was so good at playing the piano. He loved to come over after dinner and listen to him practice. 

The smooth rhythm always lulled him into a near sleep, he’d never slept over anywhere other than his own house but Edward’s lovely playing on the old piano always got him nearly there. 

“If you want you can sleep over here. We could watch a movie or something?” Ed offered from where he was stretching his arms above his head. He liked hanging out with the other boy. He was cool, knew a lot about odd stuff, was good to talk to, and yeah it was nice having such a cute guy around. Especially one who gave such nice hugs. 

Edward was sort of sleepy himself. He’d made a pretty filling dinner and he’d walked all over the city during the day. A movie and a sleepover seemed like a great way to end the day. 

Ed turned to see Oswald pulling his shoes back on and nervously backing toward the door. 

“Oh I’m actually- I have stuff to do tonight actually so I better get going actually. Bye Ed!” Oswald said in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, leaving the brunette in a bit of a shock. 

“Oh alright. Bye Ozzie see you tomorrow” Edward said to the backside of the door. Well… he could always watch a movie by himself. 

But as he watched some stupid old gangster movie with his old blanket wrapped around just himself he realized he sort of… craved the other boy’s presence. 

-0-0-0-

“I want to kiss you.” Ed said and looked at Oswald who was sitting in the chair. Oswald coughed choking on air and looked over at Ed and his perfect posture and sculpted arms. 

It was a warm day, too warm, scorching really. Ed’s terrible air conditioning barely kept it below baking in the small apartment so they were in the Cobblepot residence. Oswald had only slightly better air conditioning and had his standing fan. 

They were dressed in only slightly above skimpy clothes. Since Mrs. Kapelput was out, Ed was dressed in his plain white undershirt and his boxer shorts adorned with small green and black stripes. Oswald tried not to oogle but he’d given up. Edward was very pretty. Strong, lean, tan, handsome, manly… very nice on the eyes. 

Oswald himself was wearing his own boxer briefs, dark purple with black elastic at the top, and a three sizes too big t-shirt with a penguin embroidered on the breast. 

“What!” Oswald croaked, his face turning to a burning red, and Ed patted the seat next to him. As if it was just an offer to share a soda. 

“Kissing. I want to kiss you.” Oswald stared at him with his mouth open a bit and his eyes wide but moved to sit in the spot Ed had patted. It was as if his feet moved on their own, his heart racing and his mind blank. 

“I like you Ozzie, I think you’re pretty, I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” Edward asked with a light hint of amusement in his voice. 

Oswald got a sick feeling in his stomach and he nervously pushed his arm against his side where his binder dug into his squishy side. 

“Just a little one, a little kiss” Edward coaxed and brought his hand up to the side of Oswald’s face, cradling his warm cheek. 

“Okay” Oswald breathed and let his eyes close as Edward leaned in. 

-0-0-0-

“Can we kiss again tomorrow?” Oswald asked dreamily as he held Edward’s hand by the door. Edward leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“We can kiss every time you come over. We could do more than kissing too.” Ed whispered into the other’s ear which just made Oswald blush a cherry red and turn towards his own door. 

“Oh um… kissing you is good.” Oswald mumbled and walked back to his own door, leaving the older boy to get ready for work. Definity not because he was getting ideas about… more than kissing . Definitely not. 

-0-0-0-

“Ed, Ed, quit.” Oswald struggled to pull away from his boyfriend's warm body. His lips and teeth felt so so good but were just getting too low on his collarbones. 

Ed pulled back with a disappointed look and looked up at his boyfriend who sat so perfectly in his lap. Oz was just so soft and warm and that ass … fucking plush . 

He was plush all over. Covered in the gentle scent of baby powder and plain shampoo he used. And the small whimpers and pants he let out only drive Edward closer and closer to tearing his jeans off. 

“Too much baby?” Ed asked and rubbed his thumbs on the others hips, bones covered by a perfect layer of pudge. He didn’t want it to be too much. It wasn’t nearly enough for Ed. He wanted more. Needed more. 

“I just it’s-“ Is all Oswald could get out before tears started rolling down his face. He wanted Ed so bad. His thighs were sticky with how much he needed Ed. 

Ed pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. Salty tears sticking to his lips when he pulled back. 

“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You know I love doing this too.” Ed said in a smooth loving way and Oswald just shook his head and whimpered out a-

“I want to” and Ed just rubbed his back and hummed. Vibrating up through his chest to Oswald’s, like salve on a burn, Oswald just sniffled. 

“I want to also. But I don’t wanna see you cry. Well at least not like this.” Edward said with just a hint of innuendo at the end as he nuzzled into Oswald’s cheek. 

The black haired boy wiped at his face and almost chuckled to himself. 

“I just like you so much” He said and let the scent of Ed’s kiwi body wash float up into his nose. It always seemed to calm him down. 

“I like you too.” Ed said and let himself trace up the side of Oswald’s pale neck, teeth grabbing onto skin every so often creating little marks in their wake. 

“Would you like me if I wasn’t a boy?” Oswald whispered so quietly Edward barely even caught the anxiety riddled question. He pulled back and looked into the denim blue eyes of the other. 

“I’d like you if you were a cat… but I’d rather not have sex with a cat.” Edward tried to ease the other boy’s palpable anxiety. 

-0-0-0-

“You take off yours first.” Oswald said and watched Edward smoothly pull his plain white t-shirt up over his head to reveal his tanned slightly toned body. Beautiful tanned toned muscular manly body with a light trail of brown hair leading down his pants and a deep v-line basically begging to lead somewhere down below his jeans…

“Well that’s not fair.” Oswald said and looked down at his own soft tummy covered by his black button up and dark purple sweater. He never specifically felt bad about his body in that way but ugh… he could never compare. 

Ed smiled and unbuttoned his black slacks.

“Will it be fair if these come off too?” He said and started to push them down over his ass. 

Oz nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, watching Ed push them down over his thighs and kick them off when they pooled on the floor. He was only wearing a pair of green boxer briefs. 

Long slender tanned legs, a few small scars on knees and a longer one across his thigh. 

Beautiful.

Ed flexed a bit and turned to show off his body. Smooth, tan, muscular, perky ass, and noticeable bulge making Oswald feel even more inferior. 

“Fair enough to get a peek at you now?” Ed asked and moved to stand in front of the fully dressed boy. Oswald swallowed and conceded. Barely able to keep his eyes above his collarbones. 

“Just… ugh I hate you” Oswald said and Ed snickered as he watched Oswald pull off his sweater then hesitate on the buttons of his shirt. 

Ed stepped up to him and kissed him, slowly and warmly, lovingly , grabbing his pale clammy hands and moving them to his own sides. 

“It’s alright. Wanna feel your skin on mine.” Ed said and Oswald could barely breathe as he felt the dips and curves of Ed’s body, all the way to the paths leading down to his soft short happy trail. 

Ed was so warm, strong feeling, sturdy, his breathing was even and his heart was beating steady and true, it nearly made Oswald dizzy. Ed was everything . 

Ed kissed him gently and thumbed open the top two buttons and moved to suck a mark on Oswald’s shoulder. Until he got stopped by a strap and then he simply moved to the other side and thumbed open the rest of the buttons. 

Ed stepped back with a kiss to the shorter man’s lips. Noticing Oswald was trembling, tears lazily running down his face, he looked like he was holding himself there by sheer willpower. Like he wanted to run away. 

Oswald stood there, shirt open exposing his soft porcelain pale belly and purple binding top. 

“Adorable” Ed said before pulling Oswald chest to chest with him and kissing him deeply again, their tongues mingling together. Their mouths tinged with the taste of salt from the short boy’s tears but was soon chased away with the iron whisper of blood as Edward sucked harshly at Oswald's bottom lip as he pulled away. 

“Can I take it off Ozzie? It’s not safe to keep those on during such… strenuous activities.” Edward asked and ran his fingers along the bottom band of the binder, noting in his mind that it was indeed far too tight and far too worn. A proper new one would have to arrive in the mail soon. 

He was lost in thought he nearly missed his boyfriend’s whispered question. 

“Am I still a good boyfriend?” Oswald asked in such a serious way it nearly hurt Ed’s head to hear. 

“’Course” Ed whispered back and looked into the ocean blue eyes that were still red rimmed. Oswald swallowed, audibly, and nodded, pulling a brave face. 

“Go ahead.” Oswald said and relaxed his arms, allowing Edward to pull the bottom of the binder up and over his head and over his arms. 

Oswald closed his eyes, looking as though he was anticipating a slap to the face or worse. 

“The best boyfriend,” Ed said, kissing Oswald’s eyelids. The shorter boy gasped, his lips falling open a bit at the gentle touch. 

“Most handsome” he said and kissed down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands laying on his hips. Gripping only so gently, squeezing just to feel the warm flesh between his fingers. 

“Brilliant” Ed said and kissed down the other’s collarbones and toward the center of his chest. Ed was bending down on his knees, one small drop and he could be face to face with the treasure hidden under Oswald’s black jeans. 

However Oswald’s trembling hands on his shoulders drew him back to stand. 

“And all mine” Edward said and pulled Oswald toward him and kissed him deeply. 

Their chests met and Oswald gasped as his tender nipples grazed across Ed’s torso. He whined and almost whimpered at the way his breasts squished against Ed’s flat stomach. 

Oswald wasn’t… well he was. He was busty . He hated it ever since he started developing breasts. They were big and heavy and in the way and made his shoulders hurt and made bra straps dig into him and he just hated it. He hated them even more when he figured out he was a boy. They were like neon signs saying he was born a female. 

However, Edward was like a dream. 

Nearly E cups and Ed was ignoring them. He rather let his hands run up and down Oswald’s back, warming trails under them, down the dip to his waist, where his whole body pinched in in a rather feminine way, and to grab a handful of ass. Oswald jumped when Ed’s hand creeped into his back pocket to grab his ass. 

However he was getting lost in the way Ed’s hands were traveling across his body, the way they were pressed together, the way Ed was fucking moving and grinding against him. 

When he moved again to kiss at Oswald’s ear and suck on his earlobe. 

“Are you okay with it?” Oswald whispered, needing reassurance as his thighs became sticky and his body burned alive with need. He couldn’t even help that he rocked his hips up with the rhythm Ed had set. 

“What’re you okay with?” Ed asked and pulled back from where he was mouthing and biting, to give Oswald another deep kiss. He moved his hands back up to cradle Oswald’s face. 

“I dunno… want you to- to touch me. Wanna take my pants off” Oswald said quietly and Ed chuckled. 

He let his hands move to lay under Oswald’s breasts. Heat practically radiated from them, begging to be played with and held. Oswald looked down at Ed’s hands, and back up to his eyes a few times in confusion and shock. Rosy faced and kiss swollen lips causing Ed’s cock to throb in his underwear. 

“Ozzie, do you want me to touch these?” Ed asked, fire in his tone. 

“Yes” The other boy breathed out and Ed was on him again. His hands gently cupping his breasts and thumbing at his nipples. Oswald winced and Ed pulled back only a bit. 

“Tender, um the binder it makes them tender.” Oswald explained breathlessly and Ed nodded and kissed him a few more times before moving to take a knee in front of him. Ed kissed around his slightly fuzzy stomach as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dark jeans. 

He yanked them roughly down off Oswald’s pale legs, loving the way his thighs jiggled with the motion, the way his lavender briefs were discolored with wetness, the way his scent was so intoxicating Ed barely noticed his hair was being pulled. 

“ Yes , please Ed, just, ah, just touch me. Touch me there.” Oswald begged as he gripped the brunette's gel wet hair. Ed bit into one of those plush thighs and hummed. 

“Bed, bed and I’ll make you really cry.” Ed practically growled out and Oswald let out a high whine and pulled at Edward, his hair, his shoulders, his hips, until they were kissing again. 

Then Ed was pulling Oswald forward as he took steps back until Oswald was breathless from kissing and being spun around and laid flat on the bed. 

“Say you want it, say you want me, tell me what I can give you” Edward panted from the foot of the bed. He was burning up. 

His cock was straining against his underwear as he stared down at his beautiful boyfriend laid out and wanton. Oswald was… more beautiful than anyone else Edward had ever been with or had ever even seen. His blushing pale skin was lightly dusted in barley there freckles, traveling from his cheekbones down over his shoulders and few adorned the top crest of his breast where they laid against his rapidly rising and falling chest, each breath making them move like waves, his pink nipples pointed and hard in the cool apartment air, his belly begging to be nibbled at, caressed, and at the precipice of his tender plush thighs where his briefs laid low on his hips, the wet fabric clung to the delicate skin underneath. Ed salivated at the sight of Oswald’s folds under the thin fabric. 

Oswald didn’t know what to say, what to do, he was melting and freezing all at once, gripping at Ed’s soft worn sheets. He’d never let anyone see him like this, let one touch him. It was… Ed. 

Ed was everything. 

“Everything, Ed. I want you to give me everything.” Oswald finally begged and watched as Ed grinned and climbed onto the bed like a cat. He was hovering over Oswald, letting their noses caress for a moment. 

“Ozzie, I can’t hold myself back anymore. You’re killing me.” Edward said in a near begging voice and let one hand grab at the other’s underwear. 

His mind was rolling, twisting and bending all at once. He was made of need. His cock was taking over his brain, it was terrifying. 

And exciting. 

Oswald was nodding and let his own hands push at the offensive green fabric of Edward’s underwear. 

“Yes, yes, off, off ” Oswald moaned out and finally let himself be okay with what was happening. He was going to have sex with Ed. 

“What a good boy” Ed whispered into Oswald’s ear before sitting back on his heels to pull both their underwear off. Kicking his own off the bed. 

Fuck… Oswald was somewhere else when that left Ed’s lips. Some other planet. Somewhere where his cock was throbbing and Ed was the only other thing that ever existed. 

And he didn’t come back to actual Earth until Ed was cradling his weak, melted body against his own panting chest whispering in Oswald’s ear. 

“Eddie…” Oswald whispered in a thick fog of wondrous pleasurable afterglow. 

“Hey, my love, are you okay? Are you awake now?” Ed asked and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s belly. The short boy hummed and rolled onto his side to nuzzle into Ed’s chest. He then realized three things. 

He was wearing a pair of underwear that were absolutely his own. 

He was wearing a shirt that was absolutely not his own. 

His insides fucking hurt. 

“Eddie, ugh, hurts” Oswald whined and pushed at his own stomach, low over where his cervix was bruised and slightly bleeding. The small mark in his underwear later would confirm that, yeah, Edward made him bleed. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Was I too rough? You just sounded so… oh , so beautiful.” Ed said and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s back covered in one of Ed’s own oversized sleep shirts. Oswald just whined and felt very very tired. 

“Wanna sleep Eddie. Wanna snuggle.” Oswald said in a whiney nearly childish voice and shoved himself harder into Ed’s body. 

Ed just hummed and relaxed back onto the bed, letting Oswald lay half on top of him. He’d fucked Oswald till the other boy had actually cried so no wonder Ozzie was so tired. He’d cum at least twice with Ed’s cock buried inside him and the brunette playing with his small cock. 

-0-0-0-

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #gotham smut #bottom oswald #trans oswald #edward x oswald #oswald x edward #oswald cobblepot #top edward nygma #edward nygma #neighbors au #nygmobblepot

[davekat-sucks]

hussie is such an incel, typical male feminist ally behavior. i will never forgive him for how he treated jade, jane and roxy.

like i said before, its weird that he made both his self inserts specifically have a gay realization arc when he himself is clearly straight, he always dated women and married a younger female fan. like that plus the fact that dirk, his other self-insert, is clearly a manipulative sociopath and pretty much a groomer, says so much about hussie too. so fucking creepy.

i think he originally intended for dave to end up with jade and dirk with roxy, but since he wanted to pander to his tumblr friendgroup he changed that to karkat and jake to subvert expectations and the homophobic allegations. all of this couldve been solved if he instead just made two of his various male trolls date and have an unambiguously good relationship.

There wouldn't be a balance of a boy/girl for the 12 trolls. And the guys in this are Tavros, Sollux, Karkat, Equius, Gamzee, and Eridan. GamTav could have worked, but it didn't go far besides that Gamzee made out with Tavros' decapitated head and the bronzeblood would never know about that. But I doubt Hussie would try to make it work or try to write something decent about it.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #Andrew Hussie #Dave Strider #Dirk Strider

[rubynationwins]

So You Want To Tango? Part 2 (18+)

Stepbrother! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Series summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

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Chapter Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, reader is a junior in college, plus-size!reader, virgin!reader smut, non/dud-con, fingering (f receiving), swearing, ransom being an ass, choking, manhandling, degradation, slut shaming, manipulation, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues, stepcest. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4,973

A/N: This part is a lot longer than the first, I guess that might explain why it’s taken me so long to fucking finish! But I did, woo-hoo! I also wanted to note that I've never written step-sibling stuff b4 this series so this is new territory for me. It's used more as a plot device and not as a 'kink' if that makes sense. I just wanted the kind of dynamic it creates & it works for me so whatever. (Fuck it, right?)  Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

(If anyone is confused about the timeline, reader arrived from college at the Drysdale residence on Friday, part 1 takes place on Sunday, and this part is about a week after part 1. Hope that helps!)

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

It had been a week since the incident with Ransom and you had done your best to act like everything was okay, like your ex-stepbrother hadn’t shoved his tongue down your throat and threatened to take away your virginity. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as you had hoped to forget his twisted words.

“I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be.”

An involuntary shudder ran down your spine at the memory of the intense heat of his body pressed against yours as he spoke those vile words into your ear. Whenever your… interaction with Ransom popped into your head, you felt a deep course of shame roll through you. Not only at how he utterly humiliated you, and not just at how he’d so easily set your nerves aflame but at how his accusations had hit you right to your core.

“When you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.”

You despised his misogynistic slut-shaming, but a niggling at the back of your mind said he was right. You had only agreed to Tod’s proposition because you just wanted to get it over with. You were tired of feeling excluded from your peers, tired of feeling like you weren’t mature just because you hadn’t “popped your cherry,” as some people put it. That pressure seemed to outweigh your moral sensibilities because you had given it up to the first guy to show you some interest.

You hadn’t really liked him – he was one of Ransom’s friends for fuck’s sake – but when Tod came on to you that day it felt like your only option. Taking him up on his offer for a quickie in one of the guest bedrooms hadn’t felt like all your hopes had finally been answered, it had felt like you were giving up. Giving up on a real relationship. Giving up on having sex with someone you actually cared about and who cared about you too.

You had already been regretting your decision when Ransom had burst into the room and sent everything to shit, but that wasn’t any excuse for the way he’d treated you like some hussy. He didn’t own you. He wasn’t in charge of your body, or your sex life, for that matter. You gulped when, again, you recalled what he’d said.

“I’ll show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

Fuck him and his domineering, supercilious attitude.

The more you thought about it, the more you were convinced his “promise” had just been another way to mess with you. The fact that you hardly saw him this past week seemed proof enough. He was a lazy trust fund kid who barely had a job, it’s not like he had much to do other than lay around the house whenever he wasn’t off with his friends partying and being a playboy douche. He was definitely staying away from the house, and if you had to guess you’d have a pretty clear choice as to why: you.

He was avoiding you. If given the chance, you would be doing the same, but it’s hard to avoid someone when they’re not around. His arrogant ass was probably worried you would try and take him up on his “offer” and that he’d have to back down.

Of course, you would never do such a thing, but it was clear that he viewed you as nothing more than a wanton skank who was going to throw herself at his knees, begging for him to rescue her from the woes of virginity. What a fucking joke. At least his absence saved you the constant anxiety of looking over your shoulder and jumping every time you heard a door shut, afraid he would corner you and try to make good on his word.

It was obvious now that he didn’t actually want to fuck you, it had been the heat of the moment that made his body react that way – that made yours react that way. Not to mention, he couldn’t possibly be legitimately attracted to you. It was just the forbidden thrill that riled him up.

You didn’t look like any of the women he’d ever brought home, he cycled through plenty and you recognized a certain type he preferred. A type that you had, and never would, be able to fit into –  quite literally. That realization should have relieved you, but it somehow left a sour taste in your mouth. Whatever. The thing to focus on was that Ransom couldn’t give two fucks about you and the incident had just been a little blip.

With that confirmation in mind, you could walk around the house like normal and not act like some coward. Instead, you walked around confidently while internally wrestling with the feelings and images he had implanted in your head.

Sure, Ransom was conventionally attractive, handsome even, but beneath his well-defined stature was a rotted pile of bullshit. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself when the feel of his thick fingers digging into your ass flooded your mind. You replaced the sensation of his kiss that still lingered after how many days with the reminder of how many other mouths he’d shoved his tongue into before.

You were nothing to him, had always just been a footnote in his privileged path through life. The daughter of the woman who had replaced his mom and stole from the pot of gold he had amassed as an only child. You knew he looked at you and despised everything about he saw; your parentage, your background, your lack of original wealth. You weren’t worthy in his eyes. But that didn’t matter, because you regarded him all the same. ---------------------------------- It was Saturday night. The staff had the weekend off and Richard had left for some kind of overseas trip before you had even arrived last Friday.

Once again, Ransom was nowhere to be seen – thank god – so you had the house to yourself. While it was fairly large and isolating, you didn’t mind being alone in the cavernous home. On Tuesday, your stuff had finally arrived from college, so you’d taken up the guest bedroom furthest from Ransom’s.

When you left for college two years ago, your old room had been stripped of any trace of you. It was back to a pristine grayscale guest bedroom with navy accents and overstuffed furniture. Obviously, during all those years you lived in the mansion, you’d just gotten in the way of the Drysdale aesthetic of meaningless overpriced decor and detail.

Presently, you were in the kitchen, microwaving some popcorn for the movie you’d chosen to watch that evening. The popping of the kernels was loud and quick, and soon the smell of melted butter flowed through the room. A beep sounded to alert you that your food was hot and ready, so you opened the microwave door and plucked the now-inflated bag off the turntable. You held it at the corner, careful not to burn yourself, and turned around to grab the large, metal bowl sitting on the island counter.

You jumped when you saw the figure standing in the doorway.

“Whatchya makin, sunshine?”

Startled, you dropped the bowl and it tumbled to the ground, the clattering setting off even more alarms in your head. The popcorn bag had also fallen from your grip, and yellow-tinged kernels were strewn across the floor.

Ransom stood at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes crinkled in amusement as he examined the scene, taking in the spilled popcorn and silver bowl still comically rolling on the ground, making a loud whooshing noise. Looking up, his wolfish eyes landed on you. He pushed off the doorjamb and stalked forward, monitoring your shocked expression from the other side of the counter. He stilled the spinning bowl with his foot, the room now filled with tense silence.

“Well, aren’t you the fucking chef, sunshine?” He made a show of once again looking at the scattered popcorn, “I don’t remember you being such a klutz.”

Your heart was still beating fast from the surprise of seeing him, but you scrunched up your face and hissed, “I’m not a klutz. You’re the creep sneaking up on unsuspecting girls and ruining their dinner. How can you be so massive and yet so silent?”

He grinned, “I’ll take that as a compliment, sunshine. Maybe I’ll take to cat burglary one of these days. But it was pretty easy to ‘sneak up’-” his fingers made air quotes around the label- “on you when you’re making such a racket in my kitchen.”

Your jaw clenched at his choice of words. He was always laying claim to things like that, making sure you knew you were just a guest; unwanted, at that. He always made it clear that this place was his and not yours. Which didn’t really bother you. You didn’t want his life.

You ignored his attempt at a dig and walked to the long cabinet in the corner of the kitchen that held cleaning supplies and grabbed a broom and dustpan. 

Ransom gave you a quizzical look as you swept up the fallen food, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Cleaning.”

“Just let the help do that.” He actually sounded a bit baffled.

“They’re gone, it’s Saturday,” you stated bluntly as you swept the debris into a small pile.

“So? Leave it until Monday for them to take care of. That’s what they’re fucking paid to do.” His privileged tone dripped with sharp disdain.

You rolled your eyes. He was such a spoiled brat. “That’s how you get ants,” you said, secretly hoping your flippant tone would irk him. Inwardly, you were grateful for the task, though. You could focus on sweeping and not on Ransom’s intimidating form, or the memories it dredged up. “And I’m plenty capable of cleaning up my own messes. Although this was caused by you.”

Once you were certain all the popcorn was in a pile, you bent down, placing the dustpan on the ground and lightly sweeping the ruined food into it.

Ransom had been silent for a while, watching as you worked with a disapproving gaze, but when you bent forward, unknowingly sticking your ass out right at him, he changed his tune, “On second thought, you look pretty good as a maid.”

You scoffed and glanced back at him, eyes narrowed. He hid the glee that spread through him at your annoyance and pointed to a single kernel that sat right in front of his shiny brown shoes.

You stood back up and emptied the debris into the trash can hidden under the counter. “You have opposable thumbs and working limbs, why don’t you get it yourself?” 

“You’re the one who said you were perfectly capable of cleaning up your own mess,” he countered.

Heaving a sigh, you trudged up to him. You stared him dead in the eyes before crouching down and snatching up the tiny piece of popcorn. 

Your plan was to spring back up and flick it right into his stupidly good-looking face, but that was thwarted when a weighted hand pressed on your shoulder.

You looked up and Ransom’s blue eyes gleamed. “Why don’t you stay down there, sunshine? You look so perfect kneeling before me.”

A rush of heat flooded through you, but you batted his hand away, moving back slightly before standing up, successfully, this time.

“Ha. Ha. Ransom,” you tossed the last piece of popcorn into the trash as you walked over to the sink, “I know that you get some kind of sick amusement making misogynistic comments like that, but I’m not about to let your pompous ass intimidate me. Not again.” You turned your back to him and started washing your hands. The water was scalding, but you welcomed the distraction.

This time you would stand up for yourself. This time he wouldn’t catch you off guard. “So go back to whatever man-child frat party you came from and have fun with people who act just like you – drunk assholes with the mental capacity of 15-year-old boys who think being a dick is a personality tr-”

Two large, thickly veined, hands slammed down on on either side of you. They gripped the edge of the sink tightly, caging you in. You squeaked when you felt a domineering form hovering behind you. One of the powerful hands reached forward and turned off the roaring water of the faucet.

Hot breath prickled against your ear. “Looks like the little virgin’s finally got some balls,” Ransom’s low voice sounded sinister, even with his usual sarcastic bite, “I forgot how infuriating you usually are. Even though you play-act this strong, empowered, bitchy character, I know what you really are beneath all that big talk, and I miss that begging, distraught, wannabe whore.”

You flinched, feeling inside every bit as helpless as he accused you of being. You fought not to let it show, though, “Ransom, remove yourself from my personal space.” Instead of the strong, unbothered tone you were going for, your voice sounded hushed and weak.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “Sunshine, what did I just say? Remember how the last time we saw each other, you were whoring it out in my home?” He shoved his hand between your thighs, cupping your mound. “All because this virgin cunt couldn’t last a single second more without being filled full of cock.” The heel of his palm dug into your pulsing core and your body curled forward, shocked by the sudden pressure. “I already told you that I’d give you the honor of losing that innocence to me, so I don’t see why we have to beat around the bush, so to speak.”

You clutched his hand and pried it away from your heat, not sure where you found the strength to do so. You pressed yourself against the sink, trying to leave as little room for another move like that as possible.

Instead of attempting to dive back in, Ransom rested his hand on your plush waist, squeezing tightly, “Still playing hard to get, huh? I know you want my dick inside you, sunshine.”

You shut out the millions of charged electrons shooting through you and blurted out, “Even if I wanted to have sex with you – which I absolutely do not – I don’t need some pity fuck from a two-pump chump like you. You could be the last person on Earth and I’d still rather die a virgin than let your limp little dick anywhere near me.”

Ransom stilled behind you, fully removing himself from your body. For a second you thought that was it, that he’d leave.

How foolish of you.

Strong hands gripped your hips and spun you around. Ransom dug a hand into your hair and pulled the locks tight. You felt the bite as they tugged at your scalp. Just like last time, his eyes suddenly lacked the mischievous glint that always seemed to shine in them. Instead, they were cold, sky-blue orbs. You could see a seething fire beneath his stoic face, only given away by the twitch in his left eye and the clench of his chiseled jaw.

He didn’t do anything though - not yet - he just held you there to cower before him, letting you become more and more fearful of what was spinning around in that twisted mind of his. You looked away but he shook the fist tangled in your hair, your eyes rattled in your skull as you brought them back to focus on him. 

He breathed in deeply, “Pity fuck, huh?” He used his grip on you to tilt your head back and forth, examining your frightened features, “That’s what you think I’m doing, sunshine?” You gulped. He shook you again, “Answer me!”

“W-why else would s-someone like you be interested in m-me?” You squeaked out, hating the self-deprecating words, but not knowing how else to combat his advance.

His eyebrows turned up in something you assumed was supposed to convey sympathy. “Oh sunshine, that’s real cute. You know, I thought this shy, self-conscious shit was just an act to turn me off, but you actually don’t see what you do to me?”

He brought his other hand up and stroked your chin, grazing your jaw as he traced some invisible line down your neck. “Besides, when have I ever been known to show pity?” He spat the word out like a curse as his fingernails scraped your sensitive flesh.

His look of pure fascination as he watched his hand’s descent baffled you. You pushed your thighs closer together, unsure as to why his expression sent heat rushing between them. His ghosting fingers came to a stop right over your heart and he splayed his fingers out, palm flat against your sternum. He stared at his hand as it moved up and down with the rhythm of your breaths.

“Sunshine, I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but I can’t keep my eyes off of you. And even when you’re not around, you still won’t leave my fucking head. It infuriates me. That this girl that stumbled into my life, this nothing, suddenly flipped a switch in my brain. I mean, I’ve fucked plenty of chicks in my day, even went out with a lucky few, but none of them have done what you do to me.”

His other hand moved to grip your waist, kneading the soft slope. “I’ll be the first one to agree that you’re not the stereotypical type of woman I keep around, but maybe that’s just another reason every time you enter a room I lose sight of all reason.” His fingers bit into your soft flesh as his grip tightened. “I lose my fucking mind, sunshine, and it’s all your fault.” 

You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was stare at him helplessly as his hand on your chest curled up to wrap around your throat. His eyes blazed with desire as he squeezed, leaning forward so that his lips brushed yours.

The way he was acting scared you more than him cursing and berating you. That you understood, that you could fight. But this? This spelled more than a one-time thing, more than misplaced desire or hate fucking. There was a possessiveness in Ransom’s eyes that terrified you.

Even more than that, though, his actions had your mind and body in overdrive. No one had ever wanted you like this before, and the fact that it was someone with an icy heart like Ransom, made you feel almost special in some fucked up sort of way.

Everything was wrong. You needed to get out of there. You shook your head and brought a hand up to pull at his wrist. “N-no Ransom, you don’t actually like me. You just like the idea of fucking someone who’s off limits and I’m off limits for a very legitimate reason-”

His hand moved from your throat to your mouth, muffling your protests. “Sunshine, you always make it perfectly clear that we’re ex step-siblings. Besides, it’s not like we were raised up together, it’s really not that big of a deal. But you’re not wrong completely, it does make this all the more enticing - and I bet you feel the same way, too.”

His hand returned to your core, this time diving past your waistband and into your panties. You shrieked, again grasping at it in an attempt to remove the appendage. It was buried in there though, so your attempts were futile and when he ran a finger along your slit you convulsed. Your body wasn’t used to this kind of sensation. It wasn’t used to any attention like this.

His sadistic laugh echoed off the sterile kitchen walls, ringing in your burning ears. When the fingers that had been rubbing through your folds, playing with the embarrassing amount of slick, moved to your clit, you lost touch with reality. The sodden digits working over your coursing bundle of nerves in rough circles was sending shocks through your system.

You cried out at the sparks and Ransom grinned. “That’s right Sunshine,” His fingers plunged into your drenched pussy as his palm ground into your clit. “Only I can make you feel this way.” You quivered against his touch, already feeling the pull of your orgasm. “You think any 20-something college shithead is gonna touch you like I do or make you cum like I’m about to?” 

You pressed your eyes closed, trying to drown out his words and focus on the magic happening between your thighs. You tried to imagine it was anyone but Ransom touching you. He grasped the side of your face, turning you to look at him.

He jostled your eyes open again and you gasped at the intensity in his darkened eyes, the pupils overshadowed any of the icy blue they usually held. “Answer me.” His grip was bruising and pulled your focus from his relentless toying underneath.

You gulped, not wanting to say the words, but the need for release beat out your pride in the end, “N-no, Ransom, only you.” The words felt heavy on your tongue but your mind was clouded with electric sparks as he curled his fingers up into your g-spot.

A garbled cry fell from your lips at the new pressure and Ransom swallowed it with his mouth as he lunged forward, arresting your moans with his own as you locked lips. His teeth bit into your lower lip until they broke skin, the slight tang of blood mixed with spit as he dragged it into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his own as he growled at the taste and feel of you. 

His fingers followed the motions of his tongue as they both explored all that you had to offer. His hand dropped from your face and moved down, roaming over the expanses of your skin. He pressed it against the soft curve of your belly, and you made a disapproving sound, your hand coming up to pull his away from the parts of you that you didn’t want anyone to know about, nonetheless touch. He growled a warning and batted your hand away.

“Mine,” he grumbled into the harsh kiss and continued to run his large, warm hand over you, over all of you. He took his time to squeeze and caress every part of you that you always hid away as if to force you to acknowledge that the feeling of his heated palm and deft fingers actually felt incredible. It made you feel desired in a way you hadn’t before, a way that made your knees weak.

His long fingers were pumping in and out of your aching pussy, the squelching sound that filled the room made you both ashamed and turned on. Your breath hitched when he focused back on your clit again, his fore and middle fingers dancing around it as you started to shake in his strong embrace. You felt lightheaded as Ransom dragged you to the edge, your feet scrambling for purchase because you didn’t know what was going to happen when you inevitably came. You had never experienced such a crushing, overbearing tension in your abdomen before, the pressure made your body tense like you were a live wire about to spring.

Ransom buried his fingers in your pussy again as his other hand ceased its exploration of your generous curves and came to join it at the apex of your thighs. He settled his fingers on your bundle of nerves and once more began his blissful torment. He worked his hands independently as one pistoned into you over and over at an agonizing speed and perfect angle and the other attacked your clit. His endless teasing was pure torture as he rubbed the pulsing nub, not letting you build on a simple incline but bringing you up and down over and over as he kept switching between determined, heavy pressure and feather-light touch.

His mouth was still devouring yours. It was like he was taking control of your entire being, working your body in a way that only he knew how, removing your autonomy from the equation. He was showing you that he was the only person who could bring this kind of soaring pleasure to you, not even your own hands could do what he was doing. It was as if he was inside your brain and knew just how to light up every one of your nerve endings.

He wrenched his lips away and you let out a lewd cry as he ran his teeth down your exposed neck, nipping and slurping as he went. Your hopes that he wouldn’t leave a visible mark vanished when his teeth bit into your pulse point and he sucked. You had always found hickeys to be vulgar and unnecessary, but the sound and heat made your knees weak. 

Your voice was a mix of unintelligible sounds and a tumble of expletives and even Ransom’s name. Every time his name spilled from your lips, he pressed into you even further, which seemed impossible at that point.

He finally stuck with grinding his fingers against your clit fully as he added another thick digit to the two that were already thrusting in and out of your quaking pussy. He’d been keeping you at the crest of your peak for who knows how long. All you knew is you would say anything - do anything - for him to make you cum right now, and that sentiment played across your lips in a garble of wanton pleas.

He must have been able to decipher the mumble of your slurred words because he stilled. You whined, your hips bucking up, but he stilled you with a flat palm to your abdomen. A low laugh brushed across your collarbone as he licked his way back up to your ear. His hot breath sent tingles along your spine as he whispered, “You better remember that promise, Sunshine. Begging for an orgasm like the little cockwhore I always knew you were. My little cockwhore,”

You couldn’t combat his claims, heat flamed across your face at his cutting words. They felt true at that very moment, even though the part of you that detested him screamed at you to deny him. “But, who am I to resist when you beg so nice and pretty for me? Go ahead, I’ll give a fucking slut just what she wants, Sunshine. Give my pussy what she needs.”

With that, his fingers thrusted back into your hole, curling up as his other hand’s fingers practically vibrated against your aching clit. 

You screamed as your orgasm overtook you, it blasted through your body in a strike of lightning that shook your bones and boiled your blood. There was nothing else there as the world collapsed around you, you couldn’t even hear the satisfied laughter of Ransom as you drifted through a fucked-out abyss.

Your legs fell out from under you and Ransom pulled you closer, grinding his hard-on into you, groaning into your ear. In the back of your mind, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help the muffled, “Thank you, Ransom” that flew from your mouth as his fingers worked you through your peak.

It felt like hours before you finally came down from your high, Ransom’s hand still buried between your thick thighs. He couldn’t remove it if he wanted to, not with how tightly you clenched around it. His free hand came up and brushed away the hair sticking to your sweaty brow, gazing at your still panting form.

He gripped the back of your neck and yanked you into another searing kiss before he bent down to your neck again and bit into the mark he’d already made, sucking even harder to make sure the bruise would last. “Mine,” his low voice grumbled, as he lapped at the mark.

He licked his way up to your ear before he spoke in a clear voice, breaking you from your reverie, “Gotta run, sunshine-” he managed to finally pull his hand from between your still trembling thighs. He wiped his drenched fingers on your shirt, staining it with your essence- “don’t get me wrong, I’d love to stay and continue the fun, but I’ve got a date with a hot piece of ass from my gym named Vanessa.” He spoke the name like it dripped molten gold.

For some reason, your heart sank to your stomach at his words.

He fully removed himself from you, straightening out his tight fitting, thin, sweater and rolling down his sleeves. His eyes raked over the messy, cockdumb state he’d put you in, a self-satisfied smirk played at his lips.

He checked his watch before he continued his cutting speech, “I’m already running late, not that she’ll mind though, it is me, after all.” He palmed his cock, shifting it in his straining pants. “Might have to skip dinner and head right to dessert, if you know what I mean,” he winked at you as he sauntered out of the kitchen.

Before he turned the corner, he paused, glancing back at you with fire in his eyes. “I’ll see you around, sunshine. You’re gonna have to return the favor, after all.”

With that, he exited your vision, the sound of his measured steps echoed off the hallway walls and rang in your head as you sunk down to the floor. Tears ran down your cheeks, unbidden by you, and you let out a shaky cry as you were once again left to wallow in guilt and shame and insatiable desire by Ransom fucking Drysdale.

#ransom drysdale #stepbro!ransom drysdale #soft!dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x plus size reader #mean!ransom drysdale #stepbro!ransom drysdale x reader #stepbrother!ransom drysdale #tw stepcest #soft!dark!ransom drysdale x plus size reader #ransom drysdale smut #virgin!reader #plus size reader #plus-size!reader #plus size reader insert #chris evans character fanfic #Chris Evans #chris evans x plus size reader #Knives Out #ransom knives out #my writing #me #rubynationwins #dark fic #no y/n

[nicnavarrocage]

MS Paint Fan Adventures I'm thinking about and working on

I need to learn how to make an MSPFA account correctly, since any easy way doesn't work. But here goes the list!

Pre-Homestuck Inspired/Custom

My Little Pony is a retelling of the entire G4 MLP series in the style of an MS Paint Adventure, and not the Homestuck kind. I haven't watched the show since the start of this year and I gotta analyze every single scene from "Friendship Is Magic Part 1" to "The Last Problem" in order to get the story just like the show plot. It's currently in progress, but I didn't speed it up nor have I resumed it that much.

Camplife centers around 4 men in a camping site, eventually making way to a whole little town in a forest area. I've already done a few pages of it and have planned future events out of the comic, which I'll get to. It's planned to be half user controlled and half author controlled.

Homestuck Inspired

TGWTGQuest is about every member of the Channel Awesome community (Excluding the controversial ones, but even then they have to be mocked) and a bunch of bullshit adventures they partake in, mostly centered around the Nostalgia Critic. This might be more of a well-made shitpost than a real adventure because Channel Awesome's content really sucks. But hey, I began writing the planned pages for it! (I guess I have no clue how to make an MS Paint Adventure right, skull skull)

Caraku Levhat is about a young oliveblooded detective who resolves a bunch of federal issues and vast errors near and around the city he's in. The titular protagonist will probably have that Darkwing Duck personality if I can actually write that down.

The narration will be entirely built as a 1st person perspective from our main character, meaning everything that's told will be coming out of his own, hard-boiled words.

I can't read Homestuck so I'll just get some research outta the MSPA Wiki to help me be accurate a bit.

Jokes

Imagine a really bad gaming comic in the form of an MS Paint Adventure, minus the MS Paint and plus the Photoshop. Buckleyquest is basically most of the Ctrl+Alt+Del's comics (I have a terrible sense of humor so I can't tell if they're funny or not) that can be controlled through user input or author's choice. It has the same artstyle as the comic, albeit the first few panels, and sometimes, I have the potential to mock Ctrl+Alt+Del and its author in the fan adventure. It's gonna be the stupidest one I've made.

Dooj, simply put, is Homestuck, except a simple command will either change the storyline, change a character, add a character, or fuck everything up completely. And what's the command? DOOJ. Other commands made up as a weird word will also be included, such as MOOK, intended to revert the comic to its original story, and FOOP, which pauses the story automatically, shifting to the MSPA Reader's perspective.

Dooj may also include mockery against Homestuck, mockery against Andrew Hussie and his friends, sometimes shit I hate to write out, and cameos of characters and scenes from other webcomics.

I'm also making a similar project called KATEDREW MITCHUSSIE'S MAGNUM OPUS, which will mock Homestuck: Beyond Canon and will have a similar premise to DOOJ.

I was also planning to make a Jerkcity adventure but that would probably be controversial.

#mspfa #mspfanventures #ms paint fan adventures #ms paint adventures #homestuck #comics #plans

[saddest-clown]

West valley .𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊ ⋆｡˚

One shot ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Toji Fushiguro x (afab reader)

WARNINGS: description of violence,toxic behavior,brief mention of sexual behavior and toxic relationships

Small summary: you and Toji have never had the perfect relationship. He’s always doing things to piss you off purposely but you don’t ever plan on leaving no matter what…

Lana del Rey’s Ultraviolence vinyl spun while you sit in your dark and broody living room. Puffing at the lit cigarette that was calling your name all day.

On your left side of your leather couch sat a small table with a bottle of red whine half empty. If you’re neighbors could see you they would think you were the craziest women in the world. Looking ahead at the family portrait that you had done 3 years ago.

Right after your marriage ceremony. You thought it was the best decision you had ever made. Seeing that you love Toji and his son half to death. Things always take a turn.

3 months into your marriage,you and Toni’s relationship had been spiraling off. You had found some interesting…. Text messages in his phone. It was 3:40 am you didn’t get any sleep because of the constant notifications going off.

You decided to just take a tiny look and regret it instantly. You opened the phone to see a conversation with a mysterious women. It wasn’t anything professional. How did you know? Anyone could put two and two together with a nice photo of some blonde woman’s breasts.

At that moment you knew your marriage was gonna be like the ones you see in those 90s films. You sobbed that whole night. You couldn’t even look at him. Going back to your happy place. Wine

Alcohol made you feel better. Especially the expensive wine that your winery presented. Eventually your step son caught on to your addiction. Megumi would get ready to leave for school and he would see you passes out on the kitchen floor.

You and him had a pretty neutral relationship. You two would talk over tea and read books together. But he would you pathetic. He knew that you knew that his father was an asshole who didn’t care about how he treated a woman.

Megumi knew how to treat women because of what he witnessed at home. He would see his dad ignore your constant lectures about things he wouldn’t do around the house or how he comes home late.

Anytime you would have your breakdowns Megumi would take care of the house. Cooking,cleaning,getting the mail, going to get groceries, hell he would even tuck you in HIS bed when you and your husband would argue.

He had a little joke inside his head that he was your husband. Everyone that would come around would see the house and all the work that you and HIM put in and give all the credit to Toji.

He was a very aware child. He knew about his father’s cheating. He had no other choice but to find out after hearing you go on and on about it in a drunken rant.

Megumi started to really hate his dad since the hell began. He still remembers one that day that his father completely blew up and them.

“YOU’RE FUCKING HIM! I KNOW YOU ARE YOU LITTLE SLUT. IVE BEEN A GOOD HUSBAND TO YOU WILL GO OFF AND HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH MY SON’S TEACHER?!”

“Honey I promise I’m not!!! I’m very loyal to you Toji. I LOVE YOU WHY ARE YOU MAKING A SCENE IN YOUR FRONT YARD. We can talk about this inside honey. You’re driving attention to us?!”

Megumi came home to that. He was riding his bike with his best friend Yuji and when they rode up to the family’s house. They seen how everyone was outside they’re homes watching.

“Oh please! You little whore! All the times you’ve went to that school for “parent teacher conferences” I’m his father I should be the one going!?”

“You don’t act like this father! And plus I’ve told you about them?! You just never show up because you’re too busy fucking that blonde hussy!?”

Megumi just sat on his bike’s seat watching his parents yell all their business for the whole neighborhood to hear.

“Dude…You can come to my house if you want..umm I’m sorr-“

“It’s fine Yuji you can go home. I need to be there for her.”

“Okay..dude if you need me just call.”

He nods his head while Yuji rides his bike back home.

He rides up to the two arguing adults attempting to stop the embarrassment and gossip. He knows he won’t make it anywhere with his dad so he takes his step mom’s wrists and lead her inside of the house. Naturally he followed them instead the house.

“Okay can we please talk like civil people? Dad she was just talking to him. Now can we make dinner and move on with our life.”

“I’m not cooking shit for him. After he just embarrassed me like that! He can go to hell.”

Megumi was sweating bullets because of his step mother’s words. He knew his father was a shitty man just as much as he was a shitty husband and father. He was scared that he was gonna hit you and sadly his fears were a reality.

You collapsed on the floor in sobs. Shocked and petrified as the stinging in your face was horrid.

“DAD WHAT THE HELL!”

Toji just looks at him with an unbothered facial expression and turns his back to leave the house.

With a slam of the door Toji left the house.Megumi immediately helped his stepmom off the floor and into bed. That day he knew his parents relationship was bad.

However one day this marriage took a turn for the even worse..

It was the a family dinner,at a relatively expensive restaurant. It was going good until the server was being ver…flirty with your husband.

“Umm Toji you don’t think you’re being very inappropriate right now..saying this is our family dinner and you’re barely even talking to us!?”

You cough into your palm seeing that you’ve turned heads.

“Y/n you’re so dramatic sometimes. Can we not argue for a second please? I’m just trying to be nice so she doesn’t spit in our food or something.”

The rest of the night was awkward. Megumi even left early to sleep over at his friend’s house. Toji let it go after a while when they went back home. He didn’t real care sense he did get her number and would probably get a quick fuck after an argument or day of work.

You decided to handle the matter like women. It was 12:10 you decided to have a small chat with the young woman.

“Holly shit girl! You scared me why are you back here!?”

“Hi sweetie..I just wanted to talk about earlier. I don’t appreciate you flirting with my husband..it was very disrespectful of you to do that in front of my son.”

“Ma’am you’re embarrassing yourself coming to me thinking I cared okay? Your man’s a catch and if he wants me that not really my problem. Now like if you minded could you leave or I’m gonna have to call the police.”

She turns her back and before she takes a step you pull out a double barrel shotgun and shots her in the back of skull. Killing her in an instant.

You couldn’t believe what you had done. You just murdered her?! But you didn’t really feel anything. You knew that she didn’t care about being respectful and apologizing so you didn’t feel anything.

Two days after that your family watched the news to see a headline about a dead waitress.

But the killing didn’t stop here. Every time you found out Toji had an affair with another woman you could kill them. One by one. A shotgun, a stab to the, chest,electrocution,beheading,poisoning,and it gets worse and worse.

But today was different. You knew no matter how many women you killed Toji would never only love you.

You quietly sobbed bathed in blood of a random blonde woman that was in your bed. Megumi walked down the stairs shocked at the site.

You dropped your lit cigarette in the ash tray. The wine glass dropped the floor pieces of glass scattered the floor. Somehow Megumi put the pieces together. All the women going missing or being found dead. He somehow could understand why it was you.

He wasn’t upset at you. He wasn’t disgusted either. He just didn’t understand why his dad?

Why kill over that bastard

Someone like him wasn’t deserving that kind of love. But nothing could convince you otherwise.

He loved his mummy,so he cleaned up the mess. Again,again,again,again,and again.

Cause nothing could ever stop you from loving Toji ੈ♡₊˚•.

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #anime and manga #yandere reader #toxic marriage

[nonbinarygamzee]

hii i want some meenah (and or kankri) analysis >:3 love the way you explain things

HEARTTTTTTT thank you mio <3333 you will have to forgive me because the beforus trolls really really are not my wheelhouse outside of, like, talking about the ways that they represent (generally) interpretations of the beta trolls that hussie found shitty and obviously the whole obsession he had with owning the teenage SJWs for being messy about their critique of him as if he did not create the confines and energy of that space in the first place.

that said meenah is one of my favies of the bunch and i think i already have said a little bit to you about why i find her compelling on twitter before but UHMMM cracks knuckles

okay so i am a big fan of the characters whos isolation plays into the ways that make them harder for the rest of the cast to sympathize with. isolation is obviously an element of homestuck that is generally relevent to every characters story but for some of them that makes the friendgroups they have cultivated a source of empowerment and for some of them it functions to magnify why they hold whatever particular place in the narrative they do. why the narrative, as something alive and malicious to the characters living within it, grants some of them agency and denies others. and in some ways meenah gets agency, i mean she is the catalyst for every major decision that ensures the outcomes of her session! she has massive influence and control of her own future and is very strongheaded in her refusal to give that up, i love it for her.

that said she also is another victim of fitting into a character slot influenced by hussies biases. i think it is a little bit too simplistic when people try to paint the hemospectrum as just racism flipped on its head (plus that doesnt really account for the lowbloods who are written to be brown), but the makaras and the peixes get the worst of the messiness that IS there, where both on individual levels their characterizations end up saying some extremely fucked up things and revealing a lot about what hussie thinks black culture, like, is. and in a more general sense they invoke the uncomfortable undercurrent of antiblackness and anxiety surrounding black culture becoming a dominating cultural force that troll society is built upon. ive seen this spoken about better, and by actually black fans, so i wont try to hard to restate it all, but the ways that alternia (and beforus by extension) invoke black culture especially in the trolls we are meant to understand as holding societal privilege is like, so so so fucking weird!, and the choice to insert meenah the way that he did, long after discussions about this had started to really permeate the sphere of critique to me cant really feel like anything but a conscious decision, and retroactively erased any chance at him claiming ignorance with what he was doing with gamzee. the decision to double down on the concept that any of these behaviors are instinctual is also the bane of my existence. all of these characters who are loaded with blatant racism and then forced into roles of antagonizers are the ones i feel the most need to align myself with forever no questions asked.

to roll back around to meenah's isolation though, i think a lot of people kind of forget that for as much as she idolizes her post-scratch self, she felt so trapped by the prospect of ruling on beforus that she literally chose to run away and go into hiding and live! all by herself! this is so sad to me and especially drawing back on that metanarrative string of being a marginalized girl we are supposed to read as privileges (eugh!), i think it speaks so blatantly to her want for a nice life where she can be with her friends, even if i think her own conditioning makes her not entirely aware of that because shes spent her entire life being told she is meant to want power and her attitude of embracing that in the least-beforan way possible is so clearly the escapist fantasy of a teenager whos been told all her life how to be who hasnt quite unlearned the idea that power and riches and status are what makes you important.

even despite our entire view of her through her active role in the story being basically hussie telling us over and over and over again what a violent and selfish person she is, everything we hear about her actions in their session point more to meenah just being an abrasive girl who doesnt really know how to express her feelings, especially the ones that make her feel vulnerable or forced onto equal footing with people when shes always been told that isnt what shes meant to do. she bakes them a cakeeee for their anniversaryyyy come onnnn :o(((( i love her. even the stuff she does to damara is all only ever done with the intent of making sure her team can survive the game she has brought them all into (their dynamic is my favorite part about the beforus trolls one day i will speak on it). and ofc her entire plan to kill all of them to make sure they dont all end up wiped from existence!

ok um i am admittedly losing steam with my thoughts here so i will end this there but tldr she is everything to me

#also admittedly i dont think about kankri much outside of like how i wish he couldve been utilized and how much i hate most of what we got #but for you....... i will do my research and get back to u #also i love what u do with their dynamic big fan of vantas wifeguy trutherisms #meenah #ask #meta #<- feels a bit sillay to tag as usual idk if im actually saying anything not surface lvl here lol

[homestuckexamination]

Do you have any serious leprechaun romance headcanons? I know Hussie made it as a joke, but seriously, some of it is too fascinating not to pass up. Like for example, Hussie included the diamond symbol (moiralliegence), despite diamonds not being in lucky charms, implying there is a clear leprechuan equivalent. the shamrock charm is made up of heart symbols. the moon looks like the dreamself prospit symbol. If there really was nothing behind this, Hussie could've just made up some random crazy symbols. What if Hussie seriously thought about this but then decided to throw it in as a joke? My MoL brain can't let it go.

... Okay so, I was about to say that there wasn't anything here and I wasn't too invested in Leprechaun Romance to really think and ponder about what, to me, felt like a big joke of complicating an alien romance system for funsies.

However, I couldn't ignore the statement that the Diamonds didn't exist, so I looked it up, and apparently, as it turns out, there's been various types of Lucky Charms with different combinations of symbols. While there doesn't seem to be any one promotion with all nine Hussie used, Blue Diamonds are definitely in some Lucky Charms.

Taking all of the symbols from the first statement, plus the Pots of Gold and Rainbows from the second, gives not only all of the Charms Hussie used, but also their exact color!

A cool factoid, right? So, case rested? That's where all of them came from and there's nothing more to it?

Hahaha.

Hah.

So of course because I wasn't satisfied with just taking this statement at face value, I went into the Wikipedia page to read more about them, when I stumbled across a very... Interesting thing.

The charms have fucking meanings. They represent powers??? Which means, accidentally or not, the Leprechaun Romance Symbols do have a deeper meaning, and as such, you could PROBABLY make up some kind of romantic system based loosely on this???

I also need to point out the Unicorn Charm- Stated to be Bring coloUr to the world, was the replacement for the Hourglass Charm, which, and I quote, "The Hourglass Charm has the power to Stop Time * Speed Up Time * Reverse Time". There's also Swirled Mashmallows and a Skeleton Key which unlocks any door.

COINCIDENCE?!

... Yeah. Yeah, like, almost definitely. But it's fun to realize these things have deeper meanings, and being able to draw silly connections or open the door for more analysis like this. X3

#Leprechauns #Homestuck #Leprechaun Romance #ask #hse

[nekropsii]

Will sov!Damara keep her speaking quirk?

Idk why but I think it would be really funny if a character just talked another language and nobody acknowledged it.

The only thing that made it awful in the comics its cause hussie just used the japonese so he could make damara say gross shit.

Fun Fact: Damara is capable of speaking English even in the text of Homestuck canon. She's just doing that to be deliberately obtuse and spiteful towards people who have hurt her.

In Sovereignstuck, we will not see her speaking Japanese nearly as often. She doesn't have much need to, not around The Players at least. They haven't done anything to warrant the Deliberate Obtuseness. Plus, a couple of them speak Japanese anyways, so... It's a little less obtuse when there's two guys there that are already fluent, lol. Also, it'll be... As close to legit Japanese as I can get. I'm not fluent or anything, but I'm pretty okay at it. A novice, if you will. I am rusty, though. Working on it. Anything's better than the Google Translate garbage that she's puking up in canon, though. You can see how bad it is even if you don't speak it at all, it's fucking nuts.

#sovereignstuck #homestuck #damara megido #sov!damara megido #nekro.sms

[mhayes225]

Major spoilers for the most recent Harley Quinn episode and season 4 thus far:

LIKE MAJOR! DONT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED!!!

(I just need to get my thoughts out! There’s been so much happening, and I have no one to talk to about it even though I really want too… so here we are!)

OK NOW IF YOU’RE READING PAST THIS POINT, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED 👁️👄👁️

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Okay it might just be me… but there’s no way that if Nightwing is really dead that they would have his going out funeral be like that right? I mean I know it’s supposed to be a funny show, but… would they really do that? Maybe I’m in denial… I need to know if other people think he’s actually dead and I’ll roll with it. I don’t think he’s dead for real.

Also I NEVER expected the jokers family reacting that way to his (re?)coming out of villany… I’m shocked.

Plus I have to get this out b/c I’ve seen no one mention it: The way they animated and drew the joker after he killed that guy in episode 4 had me gaping and slow blinking afterwards. I HAD CHILLS…. His eyes, his teeth, THE FINGERS! (Here I have screenshots, forgive the poor quality ⬇️)

Like ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT! (Don’t get me wrong I’m here for it but that’s scary!) Whoever drew him for this scene went hard and I commend them for it. They captured the jokers true self so well… I don’t think the he has ever looked that terrifying at any point in the series so far.

I feel so bad for Harley right now. She doesn’t have the bat family anymore. Ivy is pushing her aside to focus on the legion of doom. (Even though harley sort of did the same thing to Ivy when she left to be with the bat fam) And now some clone hussy is impersonating her!!! I bet 10 bucks that nobody is going to believe harley if she tries to tell anyone about it! With how Ivy’s been acting I don’t know if she’ll be able to tell the difference between the two…

I know people have their criticisms about the season so far (which is great!) but it has me on the edge of my seat, I like it! I’ve accepted that everything I think is going to happen is either not going to happen at all or come about in a way that I never see coming. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the rest of the season. I’m ready for harlivy to get back into their groove and I’m scared for Barbras legs. I feel like this season has more cliff hangers than in previous seasons and it’s not even done...

Anyways thanks for letting me vent tumblr and thanks to the strangers that may read this far! I hope I didn’t step on any toes. If you’re a harlivy fan I’d love to hear about your theories or what you think so far! You can also hate on this post if you’d like too… either way live your life, I don’t mind 🤷‍♀️

#harley quinn the animated series #harley quinn season 4 #SPOILERS #:P #goose behavior #this is really just a post for me to vent

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1109: Rivalry Beach (King of Fighters)

12:19 p.m. Southtown's South Beach............

Krohnen: (Walks up to his Arch Nemesis, K' Dash) Well well well. If it isn't one of Ikari Warriors' Lapdogs, K'Dash.

K': Krohnen. You're looking more of a whiney shit-stain than usual I see.

Krohnen: ('Tch') This is rich coming from a lazy ass failure who's still second fiddle to that Kusanagi prick.

K': At least I know how to keep my flames in check. Unlike a blue haired punk in front of me who still don't know his own place.

Krohnen: (Already Fuming in Anger as He Turns his Arm into a Drill and Points it at K') I KNOW how to control my own powers just fine, shithead! And I'll be more than happy to give you full course test drive if you keep fucking with me!

K': (Grits his Teeth at Krohnen) Try landing a hit on me. (Balled his Gloved Fist as it Lit Up into Flames) And it'll be that mistake you do in your miserable life.

While the boys are busy glaring and threatening one another, their respective friends group begins to interact with one another as well.

Angel: ('Sigh') Ay dios mio.....Those two are never gonna get along, aren't that?

Kula: (Turns Away While Puffing her Own Cheeks) ('Hmph') No surprise there. You and pinhead are biggest jerks in the entire planet after all.

Angel: (Turns to Kula with a Pouty Look) Hey now. I'm way more nicer than my cookie is.

Kula: (Glares at Angel) Then why do keep making fun of me every time see each other!?

Angel: Cuz you're an easy target for me to mess with! (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) And besides, I can't think of any other way to spent ny time here than to put a whiney, snot-nosed ice brat like you in your place.

Kula: (Fuming With Anger of her Own) GO AHEAD AND TRY IT THEN, YOU HUSSY! See if I won't freeze you solid if you do!

Kula begins to blow raspberries at the silver haired young haired who in return, snickers at the childish threat.

Rock: (Causally Talking to the King of Dinosaurs) Hey, how's life been treating you?

K.O.D: Rawr!

Rock: Huh. You don't say? How's that been going for her?

K.O.D: Rawr Raaawr Rarawwwr!

Rock: (Happily Nodded) Good, good. I'm glad Jenet and her crew aren't getting themselves in trouble for once. You think it'll last?

K.O.D.: (Shrugs) Rawr rawr.

Rock: ('Sigh') Yeah, I don't think it will either.....

Shingo: (Bows to Antonov with his Girlfriend, Leona, Standing Next to Him) We are so sorry for disturbing your time here, Mr. Antonov sir.

Leona: Had we known Krohnen would try and antagonize K', we would've never agreed to come here.

Antonov: (Smiles Brightly) Oh it's quite alright, you two. I'm just happy to see my boy Krohnen rekindle his long awaited rivalry with that friend of yours.

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly) Yeah......rivalry.....

Leona: (Rolls her Eyes) If you could call it that......

Misha: (Rusjes Over to the Trio) MR. SHINGOOOO! Sorry for wasting your time for at the moment, but....(Shows Shingo an Opened Book of Some Kind) Would you and Ms. Leona sign my Book for Fighters please?

Shingo: You....(Eyes Begins to Sparkle in Awe) Want my autograph?

Leona: And mines as well?

Antonov: (Chuckles Lightly Places his Hand onto Misha's Shoulder) Yes, our little Misha here has been a fan of you two for quite sometime now.

Misha: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. You guys are the coolest! (Turns to Leona) You're use your hands pierce through anything in a stealthy, flashy fashion while looking pretty.

Leona: (Blushes a Little) P-Pretty?....

Misha: (Turns to Shingo) And you always give it your all out there despite not having fire powers like that Kyo guy. Plus, you're really strong too! Not as powerfully strong as Mr. Antonov, of course, but you're definitely getting there!

Leona: (Smiles a Bit) Well, I suppose it would be rude of us to turn down a fan's request, don't you think, Shingo? (Turns to Shingo as She Hears the Sound of Sniffing) Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: (Already Has Tears in his Eyes) I-I-I...('Sniff') I have fans.....('Sniff') (Turns to Leona) Leona, I have fans now.....

Leona: (Happily Gives her Boyfriend a Hug) I know you do, darling. I'm very happy for you. (Turns to Antonov and Misha Woth a Sheepish Smile) Apologies. The emotions are getting the better of my boyfriend at the moment, so it'll might take us a bit of a while before we sign anything.

Misha: It's okay! I don't mind waiting.

Antonov: ('Sigh') I remember the day I first started to gain fans of my own.....(Eyes Begins to Water as Well) It was the best moment of privilege life!~ (Covers his Face Up While Crying)

Misha: (Pats on his Idol's Back to Help Calm Him Down) There there.

Meanwhile......

Mary and Ramon watches their respective groups' interactions with one another (Or more specifically, K', Kula, Krohnen, Angel's interactions) in the mid distance.

Mary: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Honestly. It hasn't even pass thirty minutes yet, and they're already at each other's throat.....

Ramon: ('Sigh') Can't say I'm surprised by the outcome really. I don't think I've ever seen a history more messy than those four.

Mary: (Shrugs) Eh. I've seen messier. (Turns to Ramon) So how are you following enjoying the wrestling limelight so far?

Ramon: (Smiles Brightly)I'm enjoying it quite well so far. I've met a lot of new faces: some friendly, some non sp friendly, and most of which are all so gorgeous looking~ (Let's Out a Flirtatious Purr)

Mary: (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Of course they are....You still thinking about a certain redhead?

Ramon: Who? Vanessa? No, i haven't thought much about her as of late to tell you the truth

Mary: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Wait, really? Not even a little bit.

Ramon: (Shrugs) Si, but not as much as i used to in the past. I have a sea of hermosos peces awaiting for my ferocious performance to worry about at the moment. And besides, isn't she still in cahoots with that King woman?

Mary: (Happily Nodded With an Excited Grin on her Face) Oh yeah, big time!~ Those two are a match made in heaven. (Searches For Something on her Phone) Vanessa been sending me pictures of her and Kingy as of late and look hella cute togethe-

Krohnen: (In the Distance) YOU BITCH!

'THUD'

Crowd: (Starts Chanting) Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Mary: .................They're fighting right now, aren't they?

Ramon: (Turns to See K and Krohnen Beating Each Other Up) To the surprise of no one unfortunately.

K': (Choking the Day Lights Out of Krohnen In the Distance) I'll show you who's a bitch, you insufferable defect!

Angel: (Slapping Hands With Kula) Quit breathing the same air as me, loser!

Kula: You quit breathing my air, you big fat meanie! ('Smack') Ow! You hit too hard!

Angel: Says the walking crybaby! ('Smack') Oi!

Rock: Mary, could you and Mr Ramon come over here before K' kill this guy?

Krohnen: Hell no! I ain't going down with a fight!

'Smack'

K': Argh! Damnit! That was my favorite pair of shades you just broke!

Krohnen: Goodie for you, dumbass!

K': You piece of shit, COME HERE! (Went Back to Choking Krohnen)

Mary: ('Sighs Heavily') We're coming, Rock! (Pinches her Nose in Annoyance) I finally have the day to relax here and they go on and start doing THIS crap.....

Ramon: (Shrugs Sheepishly) At....least they're not using their powers.....

Kula: THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA FREEZE YOU SOLID!

Angel: DO IT, EL MARICA!! SIN BOLAS!!

Mary: (Turns to Ramon) You were saying?

Ramon: My words are a blessing and a curse in disguise. Vamanos!

Ramon and Blue Nary quickly rushes over to the scene to stop the two former NESTS agents from fighting one another before everything escalates quickly.

@thelexhex

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@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@helsic

@caleb13frede

#king of fighters #k' #krohnen mcdougall #kula diamond #angel #rock howard #king of dinosaurs #shingo yabuki #leona heidern #antonov #misha #blue mary #ramon #humor #beach time #shingo x leona #king x vanessa (mentioned) #bitter rivalry #catching up #edited

[thewertsearch]

Looks like we're starting with a Hussie interlude. I think I've seen that horse painting somewhere before...

You really wish your side of the wall had an off switch. Which is to say, I really wish my side of the wall had an off switch.

Early on, I wondered about who the default black-on-grey narration text was, but Hussie was always the default option. Kinda weird to see that text using the ‘I’ pronoun. 

Ok. You're just going to ask me to recap Homestuck though. [...] 

Excellent. We’re definitely due one, and I’m sure there’s one or two things I missed along the way. 

Wow ok, I didn’t miss much, but this recap actually gives us some new stuff. Quite a lot, actually!

It’s unambiguously confirmed that Nannasprite does have her living self’s memories. Nanna has been truly resurrected, albeit with some personality changes. She might still open up about her actual past, if we can circumvent her Sprite programming somehow. 

Rose is stated to have prototyped Jaspers specifically to understand his Secret, but I have a hunch that that was only part of her motivation. 

Becquerel is explicitly described as omnipotent, a word which I’m starting to think this comic likes to misuse. The Horrorterrors are supposed to be omnipotent too, and all else aside, you can’t have multiple omnipotent entities in a setting. <humanSarcasm> Wait, is Bec a Horrorterror? <humanSarcasm> 

Jade’s ‘spontaneous’ narcolepsy is highlighted again. Will the other kids have the same problems when they awaken their dreamselves? Seems a little unsporting of the game, considering it’s putting them into life-or-death struggles. I hope the Underlings will wait politely for them to wake up. 

We get a new map of the Incipisphere (although the quality of the homestuck.com version is ass). It’s nice, because it saves me having to redo the map like I was planning to.

The White Queen did indeed self-exile. She knew Prospit was screwed, and I guess she wanted to go out on her own terms. Plus, it seems she still has a plan. 

Speaking of the Queen, it seems she crowned PM because (chess pun aside) she actually did manage to get that package to John in the end. Since Jack’s got it now, I think PM will have to fight him for it. As the current bearer of Prospit’s Ring, she might actually have a shot here.

The trolls have completed their session, as has been implied. My question remains - has the Mistake tripped them over at the last hurdle, or has Sburb itself forsaken them?

Hussie points out that CG has Slick as an Exile, whereas in the kids’ session, he isn’t an Exile at all. The Exiles, like the titles and entry items, are variable. 

The city that the Midnight Crew built is real - and now makes perfect sense, since we know that the Exiles are designed to rebuild civilization. 

Something I did miss was that the time capsule which contained Dave’s Sburb discs was running for millions of years - it was probably there since the Temple first arrived. Since the Temple came from a meteor, and the meteors came from the Veil, I think we can finally hazard a guess as to how those discs got there. 

Jack’s new title is Jackspers Noirlecrow, which is hilarious but I’m still going with Semi-Perfect Jack. 

And, oh yeah. 

In response to her question about his secret, [Jaspers] simply replied "Meow." She mistook this for more nonsense, but it was in fact the secret he told her years ago. The four letter sequence MEOW unlocked a genetic code in her subconscious, which she would spend years scrawling on her wall[...]

Jaspers’ infamous secret was fucking MEOW!  This is the greatest comic ever written. 

But, after losing my mind over this, I started to wonder... why does Rose’s mind contain a genetic code in the first place? John’s scrawlings relate in some way to his father’s love of clowns, so maybe Rose’s relate to her mother’s love of biology. Did Rose see more of Mom’s experiments than we thought?

#1670 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 4

[davekat-sucks]

reminder that one of the artists likes to draw NTR of rose and kanaya fucking men

at this point i wouldnt be surprised if this disgusting plot point is the entire HICU team plus hussie's thinly veiled kink

First we got someone who is into scat and omorashi fetish joining WhatPumpkin and now someone is into NTR for Homestuck Independent Creative Union? What is with this series attracting disgusting folks? Or why the hell Andrew Hussie or James Roach hire these people? Then again, they did hire someone who had a giant fetish to work on Hiveswap. Then there's the whole Kate Mitchell as she promoted her nudes on public Twitter account, the same one she would talk about Homestuck in front of MINORS. And that same James Roach had attempted to hire her AGAIN for Homestuck Beyond Canon.

#Homestuck #Homestuck fandom #Andrew Hussie #James Roach #WhatPumpkin #What Pumpkin #Homestuck Independent Creative Union #HICU #Homestuck 2 #Homestuck2 #Homestuck^2 #HS2 #HS^2 #Homestuck Epilogues #Hiveswap Friendsim #Homestuck Beyond Canon #HSBC