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Drawing sims 2 rare pairs/uberhood ships!
A series where I draw, doodle and give headcanons to different ships! Some can be interpreted as platonic!
There will be 3 or 4 ships for one post! So make sure to click on read more! ❤️
First ship of the day:Johnny and lilith!
An uberhood ship!
Read more to see the 2 next ships, doodles and headcanons!
Johnny x lilith headcanons:
-I drew Lilith a bit short, or maybe johnny is just really tall? Must be the alien genes lol but I kinda find the height difference cute!
-I think Lilith wouldn't like Johnny too much at first? but she warms up to him, maybe she even denies her feelings at the start, she probably found him overly positive, friendly and outgoing that it kinda overwhelmed her lol.
-I think Johnny has a thing for alternative girls ngl 😭 Lilith also gets the chance to have good adult figures in her life because of Jenny and Pt9, and probably sees Jill as a little sister.
-Lilith opens up more and starts becoming more playful as the relationship goes on, probably starts teasing Johnny a lot lol
-definitely gets shy around him once she catches feelings, Johnny brings light and warmth into her world, it's a very foreign feeling.
-Johnny always wants to support and look out for Lilith the best way he can (even if he fails) Lilith calls him a dork and pokes his forehead, and quietly thanks him, she's genuinely grateful to have him in her life.
-Johnny is oblivious to the fact that she gets shy around him at the start of their friendship , he assumes she hates him (she probably did at the start in a way lol) he's pretty dense.
-Johnny shows her cool skateboard tricks and tries to teach it to her, Lilith tries to act tough and cool but she's actually really scared once her feet are on the board lol but he teaches her and is actually pretty good at teaching! (Lilith thinks he's too close and freaks out internally even more)
-oblivious sunshine boy x punk girl that tries to act cool basically
Bonus Doodle:
Second ship of the day: Brandi and Lazlo
An uberhood ship! My friend introduced me to this one!
Brandi x lazlo headcanons:
-brandi needs a goofy chill man to support her and lazlo deserves a cool milf😎
-I imagine they would bake together!
-I see brandi as always a bit stressed, but lazlo always cheers her up ❤️ Lazlo is very caring towards her, and Brandi is also very sweet towards him and always looks out for him, they have a very wholesome dynamic!
-Lazlo plays video games with Dustin and is overall a pretty good parental figure!
-His goofy nature makes beau laugh :)
-I can imagine them moving to strangetown and Dustin, Brandi and Beau meet Lazlo's family.
-Jenny and Brandi would get along i think! Dustin plays sports with Johnny and can even be friends with Ripp and Ophelia!
-Brandi always laughs at any jokes Lazlo makes, she thinks he's the funniest dude to have ever walked the earth. Lazlo sometimes doesn't even need to do anything, his very existence can make Brandi laugh 😭
-she cooks for him, and lazlo cooks for her too! He also always tries to help her with housework :)
Bonus doodles:
Third ship of the day: Mercutio and Ophelia
An uberhood ship!
-dead parents gang! They share music tastes and a similar fashion sense I feel, however their personalities are pretty different.
-Ophelia is anxious everyday all day, while mercutio tries to crack horrible jokes and is overall quite the mischievous dude.
-mercutio tries to flirt with ophelia but is horrible at it, ophelia is just dumbfounded, concerned and embarrassed.
-mercutio definitely goes soft when it comes to her, and ophelia starts feeling quite calm and safe when she's with him as their relationship goes on.
-I feel like there's a height difference here too lol because my headcanon is that mercutio is pretty tall, and ophelia is very short!
-I headcanon ophelia having a very soothing, yet adorable voice lol so mercutio's heart goes " boom boom" whenever she talks.
-dude just wants to hug her! But he's afraid that he'll scare her away 😔
-they get into some wacky adventures probably, like zombies suddenly coming out of Olive's backyard. Mercutio tries to be the hero while ophelia freaks tf out, but mercutio ends up tripping or smth and ruins everything 💀in the end it's ophelia that saves the day (she probably cried and screamed the entire time yet somehow also has her shit together. Ophelia I love you so much girl, literally me fr)
-he makes a horrible pun and ophelia doesn't get it so mercutio has to explain 😭
- he finds her adorable like i said, i feel he hardcore simps on everyone he has a crush on tbh.
-ophelia thinks he's really handsome lmao
-mercutio never pulls any pranks on ophelia, dude is head over heels and legit does not know how to act around her and neither does ophelia 😭 really cute dynamic honestly, like puppy love lol
-ophelia tries to get more into supernatural stuff due to her seeing ghosts all the time, and drags mercutio along lmao
-probably blurts out the most existential crisis type shit out of nowhere and mercutio probably gets scared or something lmao
-overall I think they'd have a very funny dynamic!
Bonus doodle:
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Arranged-fifteen
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.
Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.
Authors Note: To be honest, I'm not too sure about this one and I even wanted to get another update out, but the day got away from me. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!
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I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the open suitcases at my feet. They lay scattered across the floor and I had a shirt tightly grasped between my fingers. I felt frozen as I did the best I could to toss it into the suitcase but failed. With every thought of leaving, I realized that I didn’t have anywhere to go.
My parent's place was still a crime scene and I had sold my old place. The only place I could call home was here, Bucky’s. But even then, it didn’t feel like it.
I did a quick glance at my phone, wondering if I had a text from him, but sighed when there were no new messages. It had been a couple hours since our fight and there was a part of me that thought he would have chased me back, apologized, and told me the truth; about everything.
The deep purple marks around my wrist caught my eyes and I began rubbing it, hissing at the slight pain.
“Asshole” I grumbled to myself.
“Who’s the asshole?”
I jumped from the bed, quickly to my feet, and felt my heart pace quicken at the man in the doorway. Even with the small smile on his lips, his eyes were still filled with sorrow.
“Hi,” I breathed.
Bucky pointed to my wrist. “Does it hurt?”
I hesitated to answer because of the way he looked at me, regret now clouded his iris’.
“A little,” I admitted.
Bucky sighed before nodding towards the empty suitcases at my feet. “You’re really leaving?”
I gave him a half shrug. “Would you even care if I did?”
His own shoulders slumped. “Of course I would, doll.”
“Sure,” I nodded. “That’s why it took you two hours to come back home after I left?”
“I had some things to take care of,” Bucky informed.
Don't say it. Don't say it.
“Hm, did this happen to deal with Natasha?”
Fuck.
Bucky let out a deep breath while pinching his eyes shut. “Y/N, please.”
“Please what?” I shrugged. “Did you know she was going to be there tonight?”
He nodded, not missing a beat.
“I could say the same thing about Walker.” He returned back.
I bit my lip, knowing he was right.
“The differences between our exes being there tonight was that I had no clue John was going to show up,” I defended.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair and motioned towards the bed. “Can we talk?”
I knitted my brows. “Are you going to tell me the truth?”
“I can’t,” he sighed.
I turned swiftly on my heels and walked into the closet, ripping down all of my clothes and tossed them into the suitcases. It wasn’t neat by any means but I didn’t care. The faster I packed, the faster I would leave Bucky.
Even if I had begun to fall for him, I refused to let myself stay in a marriage with secrets. Ever since I was little, I watched the kind of marriage my parents had together and vowed to have something exactly like that.
“Y/N,” Bucky said as he did his best to get in the way to stop me.
“Why should I stay, Bucky?” I questioned, stopping briefly.
He shrugged. “Because.”
I scoffed. “That’s your reason? ‘Because’?”
Bucky lips parted, wanting to speak, but I ignored him. The only words that would come out would be another excuse as to why I needed to stay or why he couldn’t tell me the truth.
“You’re such an ass, you know that right?!” I asked after throwing a large pile of clothes into the suitcase.
“How can you stand there and continue to lie to me about everything?” I emerged from the closet; another large pile of clothes being tossed at my feet.
“Do I not mean anything to you?!”
I tossed yet another large pile, however, I didn’t realize that not only was I grabbing my clothes but I began grabbing Bucky’s as well. I had been so engrossed in yelling at him that now I wasn’t even packing, simply making a mess.
With a jacket gripped tightly in my hand, I stared at Bucky who stood there like a statue, not moving or speaking. I raised a brow to urge him to say something, anything.
Not a single word came from him.
“God! You infuriate me so fucking much!” I screamed as I threw the jacket at him.
His vibranium hand caught it before it even grazed his face. I stared at him dumbfounded at how quick his reflexes were.
“The serum,” he informed me.
I scoffed. “Of course.”
The jacket fell from his hand before he stuffed them into his pants pockets. “Are you done?”
“Excuse me? You’ve got some fucking nerve,” I snarled throwing the next closet thing I could find.
He caught the pillow before throwing it back onto the bed. “You’re starting to piss me off.”
“GOOD!” my voice bellowed.
I hastily grabbed the pile of clothes, throwing it all towards him. He merely stepped out of the way, the clothes raining down to the ground.
“Stop throwing shit,” Bucky demanded through gritted teeth.
I ignored him and went to toss another round of clothes but he was two seconds ahead of my actions. Bucky had me pinned up against the wall, hips locking me into place. But for added measure, he had also pinned my hands above my head with his flesh fingers.
“Let me go,” I writhed in his grasp.
A hiss fell from his lips as he felt our hips press deeper together.
“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to toss you onto the bed, rip your clothes off and fuck the attitude out of you.” Bucky groaned into the crook of my neck.
A moan fell from my lips at the image of him doing exactly that.
My actions halted, accepting defeat.
We stared at each other, and Bucky reached for my chin, cool vibranium fingers dragged along it.
“Are you going to leave?” He questioned.
“Are you going to tell me the truth?”
I ignored his hypnotizing gaze, not faltering.
“I’m afraid,” he admitted with a deep breath.
My face softened. “Of what?”
Bucky released my hands and ran a hand over his face. “You leaving.”
A soft chuckle fell from my lips. “I’m already thinking of leaving, Bucky. But that’s because you’re not telling me everything.”
“I don’t want you to think the worst of me, Y/N.” Bucky swallowed hard, eyes glossing over with tears.
I gently cupped his cheek, my thumb grazed over the hairs. “Why don’t you let me decide that?”
There was so much uncertainty in his face and I could tell that whatever he was keeping to himself was heavy, something that he wasn’t divulging for my safety. While I appreciated Bucky trying to keep me safe, I thought the best way to do that was to tell me what he had been hiding.
“Please?” I begged.
With a deep breath, Bucky nodded and reached for my hand. “Come on.”
I didn’t say anything, simply linked our fingers together and let him guide me out of the room, down the stairs, and down the hall towards his office. Steve was already sitting on the couch, hands clasped together.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
Bucky motioned to the spot next to Steve to sit and I obliged.
Steve gave me a small smile. “Bucky thought we both should be the ones to tell you about the serum.”
Bucky was leaning against the front of his desk, legs stretched far and arms over his chest. Next to him on the same desk was an open briefcase, six vials of blue liquid nestled tightly inside.
“Is that it?” I asked while pointing to it.
Bucky nodded. “It’s taken Steve and I years to perfect the formula, to make it exactly like the ones that we have running through us.”
“What does it do?”
Steve spoke next. “We have super strength, rapid healing, and super hearing.”
“Why did you guys do it?” I wondered, my gaze jumping between the two of them.
The two men shared a look and when Bucky nodded, Steve pulled out a picture from his pocket and handed it to me.
A gasp sounded from me as I recognized the two men in the picture; except they didn’t look like they do now.
Bucky didn’t have as many muscles as he does now and he was clean shaven in the photo, not an ounce of hair on his face.
But what really shocked me was Steve’s appearance in the photo. He was a lot shorter and so skinny. I could trace my fingers over his ribs. His hair was shorter and just like Bucky, no hair on his face.
“You two?” I asked.
Bucky nodded. “Steve was the first one to be injected.”
My eyes fell onto him, who kept his locked on his hands. I placed a gentle hand on Steve’s knee which forced him to look at me.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I was tired of looking like that. I wanted to be like all the other guys that the girls couldn’t stay away from.”
My heart hurt at his words. Steve was a very attractive man, even in this photo.
“Why did you do it?” I asked Bucky.
“It was the only way I would have allowed him to do it,” Bucky said. “I wasn’t going to let Steve do it alone.”
Even with the circumstances, I smiled at how good of a friend Bucky was to Steve. But there was still a part of this entire thing that I was confused about.
“Why did you create it? Does it expire or something?”
Bucky hesitated. “You said you wanted the truth, right?”
I nodded. “Please.”
“I wanted to create an army, be the best group in New York,” Bucky admitted.
My shoulders slumped. “You created this serum to put fear in other mob gangs so they don’t mess with you?”
He nodded. “Anything to survive, Y/N.”
“I’m guessing Dr. Banner was the one that created it for you?” I asked.
Steve nodded.
“And Stark wanted what with it exactly?”
Bucky spoke next. “He thought it would be a great thing to sell on the black market. He’s been after me for years in order to get the formula. Tried everything.”
Something clicked in my head and suddenly felt so guilty.
“Natasha?” I wondered.
Bucky nodded with a slight smirk. “Stark thought that if he sent her to work me over that I would give up the formula.”
“You didn’t?”
He shrugged. “She’s not really my type.”
There was an intensity behind his eyes as he looked at me, slowly rolling his tongue over his lips. I felt myself get hot in my spot on the couch the more he gazed towards me.
“I feel like an idiot for assuming there was something between the two of you,” I admitted.
Bucky extended a hand towards me and I accepted, allowing him to wrap his arms around me.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” he lifted my bruised wrist to his lips, peppering kisses over my skin.
My body began to tingle all over at the sensation.
“There’s something else I want to know,” I said with a soft voice.
Bucky nodded so I continued.
“What happened tonight with your worker, Jason?”
His body went rigid in my grasp and with the look he tossed over my shoulder towards Steve, I knew what they were silently saying to each other.
“Please don’t lie. I saw you take a gun from your safe earlier,” I said.
Bucky’s hands were placed on my hips and I could feel his chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took.
“Steve found out that Jason was trying to sell the serum on the street for some extra cash,” Bucky informed me.
“Why did you take the gun? To scare him.”
He shook his head. “This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to sell it.”
I gulped. “What did you do to him?”
“I had too, doll. I couldn’t let him risk everything that I worked so hard for.” Bucky said in a hushed tone.
“So you-,” the words fell off, me not being able to finish the sentence.
Bucky softly nodded. “I killed him.”
My blood ran cold and the color drained from my skin, realizing my fear of what happened had been proven to be true. I knew who Bucky was when I was forced into this arrangement but hearing him confirm what was always rumored about him made me question everything yet again.
I stepped out of his grasp and began taking a few steps back from him. There was an unreadable expression on his face as he continued to watch me walk farther away from him until the back of my knees smacked the couch, me falling onto it with a soft ‘oomph.’
Steve, who was still seated there, went to reach for me but I smacked his hand away. The noises of their breathing and the fireplace crackling with warmth was drowned out with the static of my brain as I did my best to comprehend what Bucky had admitted.
The revelation of him creating this serum to make an army of super soldiers meant nothing to him revealing that he killed someone.
“Was he the first?” I asked, voice breaking slightly.
Bucky didn’t say a word, only placed his hands on his hips.
He didn’t need to say anything though. There was always that thought in the back of my mind that he had killed before but I never wanted to think of it or even believe it.
“I don’t understand,” I shook my head with confusion. “Why did you have to kill him? Couldn’t you have fired him?”
Steve was the one who spoke next. “No, he knew too much. It was the only choice.”
I shook my head yet again, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “He was just a kid, right?! You didn’t have to fucking kill him!”
“Doll,” Bucky started.
“Stop!” I snapped. “Stop trying to work your way back into my heart with that sweet name. Every time I think we work past something, I find something out that fucks everything up!”
I was on my feet with a start and my hands shook at my sides, with either rage or shock I wasn’t too sure. My chest began to constrict, the air getting caught in my throat and as the room began to spin, I stumbled over my feet.
“I don’t feel so good,” I muttered while squeezing my eyes shut.
“Y/N, sit down,” Steve tried to help me back onto the couch.
I smacked his hands away. “I need some air.”
I didn’t make it far, however, before a dark cloud encased over me and the last thing I heard before I fell to the ground was Bucky calling my name.
#mob!bucky barnes#mob!bucky barnes x reader#mob!bucky barnes and reader#mob!bucky barnes x yn#mob!bucky barnes and yn#mob!bucky barnes reader insert#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes and reader#sebastian stan
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People: In my Inbox with really great ideas that I wanna write really bad and waiting for Pt. 3 of Boar!Creator.
Me with my Pea Brain and tiny attention span:
What if, in a SAGAU, the reader/imposter was actually straight up a psychopath. Like a literal insane person. The “Imposter” who got here first is genuinely a good person who adores all the characters and really just wants them to live happily.
Whereas the second reader gets there and their first objective is to find a way home.
And this time?
They do!
So once that happens, the thought that Genshin Impact truly is just a game sticks to their head like glue.
In real life they’re like me an angst lover, a pathetic little man/woman lover. They like to see people cry and bleed in order to get their love. A real sadist.
So they go back in.
Walk to the middle of Mond while and slice their hand with a stone, revealing the golden blood beneath their skin.
But instead of kicking their imposter out, they keep them by their side, loving and doting on them just to see the heart broken faces of their acolytes.
Or.
They allow themselves to get killed.
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and-
Until someone finally notices their blood.
How they’d love if it was Zhongli. He’s been dubbed the most loyal. To see his expression over their crumpled dead body would leave them feeling such ecstasy they’ve never felt before.
They’d sit on their throne and watch as their acolytes cry as they don’t forgive them. As they grin down and ask where this loyalty was when they stabbed them and shot them. When they burned and froze and drowned them. When they buried them in rock and grew flowers in their lungs.
They’d force them to beg on their knees and still turn them away. To prostrate themselves before their god, and still be shooed off like scum beneath their foot.
To watch as you turned away the sick and less fortunate as a punishment for not being able to realize their true creator.
To feel like this isn’t enough. To want their blood on their hands.
To show their power over them.
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They killed the Archons.
All seven.
Blood drenched the stage as onlookers screamed and cried. Their sword drenched in the divine blood.
To then raise them back from the dead.
Watch as tears stream down their face as they beg and plead for you to stop. They they’ll repent in anyway, but to never do that again.
When Venti’s voice hit a pitch they disliked, they stabbed. Over and over. Like the arrows he allowed to riddle their body.
And when they finish they bring him back one more time.
They go through all the characters who hurt them. One by one they are killed and brought back. Their blood staining their Creators skin.
They begin to push the boundaries even further.
Asking for sacrifices and offerings of higher calibers.
They asked for the skin of those who hurt them. Eyes and ears, fingers and teeth.
And to those who didn’t hurt them?
They are forced to attend a feast of their “friends” skin and bone.
Forced to eat as their creator happily munches away on someone’s thigh.
This is how to make their creator happy, right?
The disgusting sound of bones crunching as their force themselves to stomach their friends bodies.
This was their reward… right?
In both endings they dote on their imposter, loving on them to watch as their disgraced acolytes try their hardest to pray for their forgiveness.
Praying that they would fix their broken bodies.
Watching as their wounds reopened from the positions they prayed in. Blood pouring from their open bodies for them.
When the acolytes look away for less than a second they shove their fingers behind their eyes, pulling them out because “If not to keep their gaze on me, why should they see?”
When the acolytes touch another to push them away from their Creator, they force their finger back into god awful positions, ripping them off because “If not to touch me, why should they feel?”
When the acolytes taste the food not offered by their Creator, they pull their tongue out with bare hands because “If not to taste my offerings, why should they taste?”
When the acolytes smell the scent of someone else, they rip their noses from their face because “If not to smell my godly scent, why should they smell?”
When the acolytes hear the voice of another and lean towards the sound, they tear their ears right off their head because “If not to hear my pure sound, why should they hear?”
But to keep them reeled in, they offer two things.
When truly impressed, they praise their acolytes. One at a time. Slowly, teasingly. Small things. Watching as the others get jealous I’ve the one whose head you now hold in your lap. Whose face runs with tears and drool and snot as you run your hand through their hair. How they get caressed instead of slapped. How they get to feel the rare gentleness of their fingertips instead of the carnage they usually reap.
And if they’re especially lucky they’ll get both them and their imposter partner praising them and petting them.
The amount of times they had to bring back an acolyte after the others killed them out of envy was amazing.
The other way?
Using their control of the game, they’d “possess” an acolytes body, and begin killing people in that body. Sometimes they’d make everyone aware it was their Creator, sometimes they wouldn’t.
But the acolyte would have to live with the fact that the blood of those around them now sat on their hands, even if they couldn’t control it.
And they’d say that they just had to be stronger. If they’d been better. If they had just been a bit tougher. Maybe… maybe this wouldn’t have happened… maybe…
They watch as the mental states of their acolytes crumbles under their heel. As they become more and more desperate to appease their Creator and dependent on their small praise.
But the ultimate punishment. Is when they leave to return to their world.
Leaving them all behind. Probably even taking the Imposter with them.
Watching them beyond the screen as they scream and cry and beg for them back. Playing the game and completing quests as all the playable characters voice lines become pleads for them to return.
Dying over and over and bringing them back, joking that since they haven’t played for a while they’re getting rusty. Forcing them through boss fights and losing on purpose bear then end so they have to do it over. And over.
Just an asshole who fully believes that their lives don’t matter because they’re trapped in a game and they can leave at anytime.and because of their status, they can do whatever they want to these people who are so desperate to please their Creator.
… Anyway I wanna eat a cookie :3!
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(I got more ideas like this and OC’s but idk if anyone would want to listen to me rant about them… this was supposed to also be an OC blog as well… damn ໒꒰ྀི × ˕ ×｡꒱ྀི১-)
#Gonna go eat a cookie now#Got so many fucked up ideas#but no one is listening#and that’s okay#but I’d still love to talk about em if anyone is listening#໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིაplz#<3
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Ripp and Johnny (on the heart shaped bed too because why not 😭😭😭)
Okay now my headcanons about specifically these two’s dynamic together. I just think they are wholesome. They are like bros and banter with each other but they are also romantic with each other and affectionate too, they are cute together. 🙏 Johnny is a very caring person, both with Ophelia and Ripp, and he looks out for them. Obviously Ripp doesn’t have a good home environment so he feels safe around Johnny and loves being with him. He goes to him when he’s feeling down. They also both play guitar (that’s how they met) and they are in a band together. Johnny doesn’t like singing though lol (Ripp does that.) Johnny is also taller than Ripp and Ophelia, he makes fun of Ripp for being short. 😭I think Johnny had a feeling Ripp was into Ophelia but he had no idea about Ripp being in love with him as well, he doesn’t mind though of course and he started falling for him too. That’s all my cringe ship headcanons for now adddfghghhj
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Thoughts on the 11th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware
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eyyy separating them into their gumis! the gentaro and jyushi interaction is cute and i love how worried jyushi is about hifu thats so sweet of him
i love how thats the part that kuko focuses on www
LMAO ramuda's cute
i love how ichiro's accent just slipped out a bit there its cute
hm i still think kaibyakumon is in the right
Hey look at that! we finally got why kenji is so invested in them. would have liked to see more of the three but ill take what i can get
honestly i wanna ship akira and satoru so bad wwww they have so much ship potential
YES. THANK YOU RAMUDA. just let them destroy each other my goodness
idk if this show wants to villainize or humanize kaibyakumon. like on one hand everyone's against him on principle but i don't see why they should be?? Ramuda is right, hes the answer to 90% of the casts outside problems
RIP HITOYA LMAO
i love how samatoki is probably the only consistent character here and just wants to be the one to punch the government in the face www
ugh i really wanted ramuda to have won that argument. it suckksss they really went with the most boring path
poor doppo, i feel so bad for him
even poor hifumi can't stand to watch ripp
i love seeing rio in his element, hes kinda cute like that
lmao rei being waving off his own son as if hes just a brat
man i do hope that they get their just revenge. it would be nice but unfortunately impossible just because of the nature of this sort of anime
LMAO HES SO EXHAUSTED THAT HES HALLUCINATING OH NOOOOOOO i feel so bad for doppo sometimes
wow for all that talk of stealth rio just blew up a whole wall
OOOOO GUMI SONG!!!!!!!!!!
hmm i don't like the last two songs as much but there is intresting wordplay to be found in ciaro's verses, especially one as an anti-governmental piece
damn so it seems like the last three episodes will be just the gumis going to each place and fighting off the others
oooo theres a bit of rio's rap ability on show with that shelter
HAHA DICE PUSHING RIO AWAYYYY
OH FUCK ARE THEY CORRUPTING THE DATA TO THE POINT WHERE THEY"RE KILLING AKIRA AND SATORU??????
ey look at that!! I did sort of predict the mass hypnosis! granted its subliminal messaging but im fine with being wrong once in a while
LMAO GAMBLER LIFE
damn theyre still gay after death
the "whos gonna answer my questions" has the same vibe as "who else will I eat icecream with?" thing from kingdom hearts wwww
bro i want a season just about these two idiots
hmm intresting design for scuro i do like it
man now i really do like akira and satoru. they're cool. I hate this bc i know in the end they'll die and kaibyakumon will get his ass kicked to preserve the status quo. i do hope that the anime does use this as a jumping off point tho bc the premise is pretty fun
tho they probably won't. as i said status quo as long as the source material still insists on the current status quo of keeping chuuoku in power. The drama CDs do seem like its building towards a conclusion but its not enough for any meaningful change yet.
tho the anime is original content and thus exists in a separate sphere from the CDs. Its entirely possible that they may move ahead and start shaking things up but i doubt it
lol why the dotsuhon ed they got so little screen time this episode ripp them
#hypmic#hypnosis microphone#Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle: Rhyme Anima+#hypnosis mic rhyme anima#hypmic spoilers
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Hi again! Sorry for all the asks (I just really like your writing! And also, if you have way too much on your plate pls don't feel pressured to get to mine since you already blessed me with so much ❤️ ) So anyway... I was listening to the musical Heathers and the song "Dead Girl Walking" just gives me total Crosshair vibes. Like imperial!Crosshair x reader where they used to be in some sort of relationship/hookups/whatever before but then somehow the reader is now an imperial prisoner and is sentenced to be executed soon and maybe Crosshair has feelings of regret (or maybe he doesn't). Maybe he just really wants to fuck her again before she dies (or the other way around). I just want some rough imperial!Crosshair x reader smut (maybe with a little fluff...idk). I dunno what you can do with all this but feel free to play around with it however you want 😊😎
Oh dear, kriffin maker... Why are you doing this to me? You know I have a thing for angst and hurt and drama, but it still hurts writing it ^^''
Yeah well, as if I could resist this idea, excuse me while I prepare to ripp out hearts. Lol my eyes are already watering before writing, never a good sign >.<
Thanks for this amazing yet devastating inspiration!
Oh dear....
I had my own writing soundtrack on repeat though...
This probably took a really dark turn. It's not really about the smut. Angst and Hurt lovers should feel at home reading this.
This was by far the most difficult thing to write for me... so far. please excuse me, I need to sit in a corner and cry.
Imperial!Crosshair x fem!reader Hurt/Smut Oneshot – One Last Time
WARNINGS!!!: Smut/ 18+/ Dub-Con/ Pain And Pleasure/ PiV Sex /HURT/ANGST/ Serious Heartache
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Crosshair and you had a very lively, physical, but also affectionate relationship. Until you were separated by the fall of the Republic. When you meet again, the feelings are still there, but the world you live in is completely different.
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One Last Time....
Imperial!Crosshair x fem!reader Hurt/Smut Oneshot – One Last Time
You breathe calmly. There is no point in getting upset or panicking. The cell on the destroyer you are stuck in is gray, drab, sterile. The light is on day and night, but you can't sleep anyway. You hear the door to your cell open. Slowly you lift your eyes, you are in no hurry. You know that someone will be sent to interrogate you.
But when you look up, you hold your breath. The man who has just entered your cell stops and stares at you. Only a few breaths pass, but each one feels like an hour has passed.
"Crosshair?"
The tall, lean man in Imperial uniform in front of you sighs heavily.
"How did you end up here?" he asks quietly.
You shrug your shoulders. Your heart is beating up to your throat but you don't let it show.
"I could ask you the same thing."
In the days before Order 66, you had a wild relationship, very physical, very intense, and yet it went deeper than you expected. Until Order 66 suddenly tore everything apart. You didn't even know Crosshair was alive.
"It's good to see you alive," he says softly.
"Likewise."
The fact that you are on opposite sides of this war hovers in the room above your heads, like a sword of Damocles. The roles you are assigned actually make you enemies. You can see Crosshair's chest rising and falling heavily, though you're not sure what's going on inside him. You wonder if he feels as desperate as you do.
You see him tapping away at the console behind him.
"Now no one can hear or see us," he says and takes a deep breath, it seems as if a weight is falling from him, a veil is being lifted.
You look at him in surprise as he walks purposefully toward you, pulling you to your feet from the bunk you're sitting on, his lips crashing onto yours. His kiss is intense, relieved and desperate. You feel it tingle under your skin. Automatically, your hands move to his neck.
As your lips part, he leans his forehead against yours. You both breathe heavily. Whatever was between you then was intense, and you still feel it now, as if you've never been apart.
You ask softly, "What's happening to me now?"
You feel his muscles stiffen under your hands, under the fabric of his uniform.
"I'm supposed to interrogate you," he answers quietly, his voice sounding strangely rough and hoarse, "As soon as I have all the information you have, an execution is to take place."
Your heart sinks to your knees. You expel a shaky breath.
"I understand."
His hands move to your hips. You feel as if you can sense both his desire and his pain. Even with everything against it, he wants you here and now. You can't exactly say you're averse. Why not? If everything is to be over soon, this would be a pleasant ending.
Crosshair's hands tremble as he undresses you. You help him. Again and again your lips find each other for another longing kiss. There is desire, pain and regret in every touch, but also something deeper. Maybe it's bold to call it love, but that's what it feels like. At least for the moment.
Something happens to him. His movements become rougher, more determined, he pushes you against the wall, pushing you up against it with a growl. The pants of his uniform are already open, his hard manhood pressing on your naked pubic as he pushes himself between your thighs, pressing you against the wall.
"Crosshair..." his name leaves your mouth like a sad yet yearning whisper.
You know this, won't be loving. It will be rough, hurried, longing and desperate. You don't expect restraint. Crosshair rubs against you greedily, his cock dragging across your damp folds. When he enters you quite abruptly, you let out a cry and, clinging to him, bite into his shoulder. It hurts at first, you are not prepared, you have no aids and no time. What he is doing here could cost him his head too if someone should come in.
Your eyes get wet. Tears roll down your face, which you bury against his shoulder while he takes you, gasping and moaning. It almost feels like he's shoving a knife between your legs at first.
It takes a little while for the friction between your two bodies to turn into pleasure for you as well. With your arms and legs clinging to him, you greedily let him thrust into you, your pussy splitting on his thick cock. Your arousal drips onto the floor and his shoes. Your muscles tremble, your whole body is tense.
You don't want it to stop, you know when you're done he'll leave this room and you'll probably never see him again. Your thoughts make your throat dry and your eyes wet again. Your arousal ebbs, but you still cling to him, letting him continue.
It doesn't matter if the sex is good. You just want to feel him. One last time. You think about how wild and lively you were just before Order 66. How intense and wonderful it seemed to you. But this, this is the last time.
His thrusts become irregular, his thighs begin to tremble. You know it's almost time. Even though you're not really aroused and no where near an orgasm. It's a joyful feeling as he comes inside you. The moan, the gasp as he presses himself against you.
He pulls his cock out of your pussy, slowly easing you back to your feet. You feel his seed trickle down your thighs. He reaches into his pocket, gives you a tissue, closes his pants and waits for you to clean up. He doesn't turn around, but doesn't look at you either.
When you get dressed. He is still standing there, his fists are clenched, so tight that his knuckles turn white. He lifts his gaze and you look at each other. Even though a stranger wouldn't have seen much more than stoic indifference in his face, you see the pain in his eyes. It hurts, but you smile at him.
"It was good to see you again," you say softly.
Crosshair opens his mouth, he wants to say something, but his voice gets stuck in his throat. All that passes his lips is a small, hoarse sound. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath.
Finally, he says bitterly, "I'm sorry."
You nod.
"I know. It's okay."
A tremor goes through his body. Suddenly he turns on his heel and storms out of your cell. You know he doesn't want you to see his pain.
You can hear the heavy footsteps before your cell door opens. Three men enter, three troopers, behind them you are surprised to see Crosshair. The troopers place a plastic body bag in the room. You feel your heart beating all the way to your throat. So this is how simple and undignified it would be.
The troopers step aside, Crosshair steps forward. Probably no one but you recognizes the naked desperation in his eyes. You slowly get up from your bunk. You don't want to die sitting or kneeling. At least a modicum of dignity, you wanted to have at the literal end.
Crosshair draws a blaster. He hesitates. The muzzle is pointed at the ground for a long moment. The troopers look at each other, but no one says a word.
You can hear that his voice is brittle as he says, "I insisted on doing it."
You swallow and nod, grateful yet also distraught.
"I never want to forget your face," Crosshair says, raising the blaster, aiming the barrel at your forehead.
You peripherally notice the troopers looking at each other again, and one of them shrugging his shoulders. But your eyes fix on Crosshair's face again. It is stony. But there is so much deep pain in those eyes that you feel it yourself, physically. It tears you apart.
Your eyes burn. You don't want to cry, but you are afraid, overwhelmed with sadness. Tears stream down your face. You have to bite your lower lip to suppress a sob, you don't want to make it harder for him.
You take one last shuddering breath and close your eyes.
As your body falls and hits the ground, the sound is like a thunderclap driving through his body. Crosshair flinches, but controls himself as best he can. He watches as the troopers grab your lifeless body into the body bag and carry it away. His heart beats hard and heavy in his chest as he retreats to his quarters.
The door behind him closes and his helper droid hovers over, he looks so much like AZI and somehow that pains him even more.
"Can I be of service?" the droid asks.
Crosshair asks, "Is this room soundproof when it's closed?"
"Yes, indeed"
Crosshair falls to his knees, he begins to scream at the top of his lungs. His hands are clenched into fists, his fingernails dig into his palms, leaving bloody indentations.
"Master! Are you in pain? Should I get help?!"
Crosshair lunges and rams the droid into the wall. Sparks fly and the droid clatters to the floor. Crosshair breathes heavily. He looks at the damage he has done. He thinks of how you always felt sorry for everything and everyone, even those stupid droids.
He grabs the parts, pulls them towards him and begins to repair the droid. The first tears fall.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers over and over as he puts his droid back together.
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milano summer festival recap
what a dayyyy !!!
first of all I arrived and the line was so fucking long I'm not kidding I had to walk 30 minutes to get to the end and the venue people had realized how many we were and opened the gates at like 1pm instead of 6pm skjsk it was INSANE and I was so emo already about seeing so many people there for my little guy 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I thought Milan in April was huge but this show was more than double the size !! it was incredible!!
so many fans are so young like I was genuinely one of the oldest excluding the parents 😭 I was like what do u study ? and they were like oh Im still in high school!! rippppp but I'm glad many people are still finding louis ! the girls next to me became fans just last year !! although all those parents standing around us not knowing the words were kind of annoying like go to the back man !!!!
also there was a big game in the stadium next to us and the line for that was right next to our line so there were all those dudes in footie jerseys looking at us with our flags and signs skjs it was very like 2 worlds collapsing and one guy yelled at us "there's the game and u guys want to see 1d??" and I was like sorry if we have TASTE ksjsk
when we finally got in everyone was lying on the grass picnic style and there were stand with food and drinks and merch all around! it was really cute !! and the stage was HUGEEE
fast forward 5 hours (🥲) to the snuts and they were good although nobody knew a word and it was v awkward sjjsks but they didn't seem too annoyed sjks I felt bad also bc I couldn't even understand them ripp
then finally louis !!!! literally nothing will ever compare to the wmi intro and that feeling!!! gahhh so good !! bigger than me was fucking amazing live I feel so blessed 😭😭😭 the visuals and lights are absolutely a work of art they look so beautiful! and then it zooms on the fans when he says it's bigger than me ??? the intelligence in that ! the emotion !!! the ART!! and not many people knew it well yet so u can hear his voice fairly fell and it was so good 😭 I'm so proud of how far he's come !!! it's so impressive!! his VOICE!! God!! and then he was like so glad we got that out of the way !!! skdjkd he's so funny 😭 he looked so cute, this little red dot running around like crazy to wave to everyone!! and on the big screens he was so HANDSOME!! and he kept interacting with the fans in the front and making silly faces and being absolutely wonderful!!! he was so happy and emotional and proud you could FEEL it in the air it was so 😭😭 I'm just so incredibly happy for him he makes my heart so full :((( <3333 when he sat down to make his speech I was crying and in the other moments u could see how much he was in disbelief and I just wanted to yell YOU DESERVE ALL THIS AND MOREEEE !!!!! I hope u get to do this forever!!!
I'm kinda sad I didn't get to hear change bc I also didn't have it at my show in April but we got BTM so it's fine skdjdk also nobody knew the words to 7 it was so Annoying like he's been playing this for ages people!! I was singing tho sjsjsk and I'm kinda glad I could hear his voice so well !! also in beautiful War God that song sang by him is so fucking stunning and hearing him say the warmth of your bodyyyy always makes me shiver !! I would do anything to be his s/o it's true 😭😭😭 also there were SO many fireworks all the time it was such a good show !!!!! the walls visuals are also so beautiful and clever!!! and the band was at the top of their game !!! Steve and Michael absolutely smashed everything and every time they were in the screens u could see how fucking hard they were going!! I'm sure everyone was emotional about the tour ending 😭😭 ltwt you were everything and more!!!!
I'm so grateful I got to experience louis' growth and healing process with him and that I got to be even a small part of that journey and of the happiness that he was radiating tonight ♡
being a louie is such an honor and constant reminder that your heart can always store more love and pride for that sweet little man ! it never ends !!! love you forever louis ❤
ps: special thanks to @weareonejazzhand for allowing me to have this experience and to @tanktop-lou for the ride ! love ya !
I leave you with a pic of the state of my poor shoes
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Bobby scrambled to cover himself, his face burning as Tony's soft eyes pierced through him like a knife. He forgot he'd called the heartbroken man to meet him at the motel. Even more so, he forgot he told him to walk in without knocking. His symptoms weren't acting up too badly that day, but he was still tired and happened to fall asleep. When he woke he needed a shower, the heat sticking him with sweat, so he got one, losing track of time and forgetting his plans entirely.
"Tony, I--!" He dove onto the bed and tried to pull the sheets over his thighs, but he was sitting on them, keeping them pinned. "I-it's not what you think!"
Tony gulped, too stunned to move. "I didn't know you had a--"
"I know, it's disgusting," Bobby scoffed, staring at the wall as he slipped his hands over his crotch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see this." The shame sunk in as Tony stood in silence. "Gimme a sec, I'll get dressed. Just ... wait outside."
Without saying a word, Tony obliged, rushing to the exit, and Bobby sighed. His lungs felt better that afternoon, but his mind spun with embarrassment. No one knew about his body, not since his ex-fiancé. He wasn't sure how Tony felt, but he seemed thunderstruck. The realisation that he may have caused the poor man even more stress made his heart ache. He wanted to help him, not make things awkward. Smacking his forehead, he fell back onto the mattress, utterly mortified and unsure how to proceed.
"Bobby."
Tony's voice made him flinch. He looked up, quickly, only to see the dark-haired man standing at the end of the bed, holding a large dildo. With a squeak, he tried to sit up, but Tony stopped him, placing a gentle hand on his knee and pushing he leg to the side. His skin was warm and soft, but his eyes drooled with hunger; hunger and an unexpected nod of acceptance.
"Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" Bobby asked, perhaps naively as the toy inched closer to his entrance.
"I'm gonna thank you."
"Th-thank me? For what?"
"Don't be coy, Bobby. I owe you a lot. You've been chasing my wife and daughter's killers for over a year, tirelessly, even to the detriment of your own health."
"Tony--"
"I've been trying to think of a way to thank you, and now I've found it."
"T-Tony--!" He blushed, squirming as Tony's hand squeezed his shoulder.
"Shh, just relax. It's okay."
"T-T-Tony!"
He groaned as the tip pushed in, stretching his walls, slowly. It was too big, but Tony was gentle, twisting the length to coat it in his juices. The first inch hadn't even penetrated, but already Bobby was shaking, bunching the bedsheets between his fingers with one hand and gripping Tony's shirt with the other. It felt good, and he hadn't felt good in a long, long time. His clit throbbed as the rubber bumped against it, sending pangs of pleasure shooting up his spine, his insides clenching. He wanted more, he longed for such devotion and attention, but it also felt wrong. He didn't want Tony to feel indebted to him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was only fucking him out of pity. He tried to protest, but what came out was a low, pleasured whimper, his words jumbled.
"That's it," Tony soothed, pulling him closer to his chest. "You're getting nice and wet."
"Ugh! You don't h-have to do this!"
"Just a bit deeper. Look at you opening up."
Bobby gasped, tightening his grip. He'd never taken anything as big as the dildo Tony was gradually pushing inside him. He wondered where it came from, but quickly surmised it must've been his wife's. That thought made his stomach dance--knowing that Tony felt close enough to him to share something so personal. A little more maneuvering and a jolt of extra force, and it slipped in completely, hitting his delicate end.
"Aah!"
"You okay?" Tony asked, gently brushing back his hair. "Is it too thick?"
"I ... oh, God! I'm gonna cum!"
"Already?"
"Yes!" he squealed, failing to fight the oncoming wave of pleasure erupting from his core. "M-my pussy! My hole's being ripped apart!"
Tony smiled, thrusting the toy ever so slightly, but that simple, subtle movement was enough to send Bobby spiraling out of control. His walls clenched down, a pure, sparkling liquid shooting across the room as his first climax in over a decade left him in tears. He didn't even know he could squirt. He'd never felt anything so wonderous. He didn't know his cunt could fit such an intrusion, but somehow it adjusted. Barely.
"Was that good?" Tony asked, twisting the rubber around Bobby's quaking walls.
"Oh, G-God!"
"You think you can take a little more?"
Bobby was exhausted, his head spinning, his breath exacerbated. Just that one orgasm alone could've held him over for as long as he had left. He should've said no, but he hadn't felt so connected to someone in ages. In truth, he wasn't sure if he could handle another go, especially in his condition, but he did know one thing: he felt fantastic. Better than he had in years. Huffing, his lidded eyes met Tony's, and he nodded a desperate 'yes'.
The dark haired man smiled, then leaned into his thrusts, and that drove Bobby wild. He yelped, his fingers digging into the sheets as his legs vibrated against the mattress, his clit rubbing along the beads. He could feel the length, the power, the stretch, and he lost himself to it, squinting his eyes and falling back.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Tony caught his head, holding him slightly upright, and placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead. It was a stark contrast to the violence his hole was enduring, but he loved it. The warmth of Tony's hand and lips, but the might of his arm as he rammed the dildo in and out--he needed it. He wanted it. He didn't care that Tony was another man, which he'd never been with. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
"Augh! I'm gonna cum again!"
"Let it out, baby."
He did, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision, another stream of clear liquid shooting across the room. Every nerve in his body fought to recover, but failed. He couldn't win. Losing control of his body to cancer horrified him, but losing control of his body to that rough, defiant ecstasy made him feel alive again. Cured, even, if only briefly. As the waves of pleasure washed away his fear and stress, he spread his legs wider and curled into Tony's chest.
"M-more!" he begged, weakly grinding his hips. "Please..."
"One more," Tony whispered, kissing his forehead yet again. "Then you gotta rest."
"Y-yes. Just ... please. Don't stop."
Cradling Bobby with a tender smile, he pumped the dildo harder than ever before, slamming so viciously that the sound of his slick hole stretching around the rubber echoed off the walls. No mercy this time, even when the poor, disheveled cop came. Tony said 'one more', but he didn't mean orgasm; he meant round. As long as his muscles could go.
"Oh, yeah. That's it," Tony lisped, staring as Bobby's crease turned a glowing shade of red. "You're taking it so well."
"Aaauhg! I'm gonna cum again! T-Tony!"
As the pulses hit, Tony let his partner fall into his pillow, but kept his rhythm, driving the toy nonstop until Bobby was a writhing, shameless mess. He came again. Then again. Then again, losing all sense of self and direction. Out of breath, his eyes rolled back, his heart racing, he reached out for Tony's hand, and he gave it, squeezing his fingers with compassion. He'd accomplished his goal. Bobby's hole was ruined and his mind was broken, but most importantly, he felt safe. Maybe even loved.
"Fuck, Bobby. Look at that hole gripping me. So loose, but so tight. It makes no sense, but there it is, all worn out and wounded."
"C-c-cumming!"
One final rumble, Bobby's stomach turning and cunt thumping as the dildo pulled out, sharing his perfect, gushing gape with the world. As he came, his voice cracked with frail, woeful whimpers, the ceaseless euphoria too much for him to bear.
"Fuck, it's winking at me," Tony huffed, equally out of breath. "Do you mind if I rape you?"
"R-rape me?" Bobby barely managed to ask, confused.
"Yeah, tell me no. Tell me not to fuck you anymore, then just lie there and cry while I wreck your pussy."
Bobby's eyelids fluttered. It was ironic, but it dawned on him that that must've been what he did with his wife, and something about that made Bobby feel honoured. Special. Holding onto the bed frame for dear life, he shook his head.
"No, Tony. P-please don't fuck me anymore!"
"Mmm. Why not?"
"Because I'm gonna faint. I'm at my limit!"
"That's too bad, isn't it?"
Without warning, Tony jumped onto the bed and, with two hands, rammed the impossibly large toy back inside, hamming down into the gape that definitely couldn't handle anymore action. Bobby screamed, his sounds deep and chaotic, but he couldn't fight it. Through lidded eyes and tears, he looked up to see Tony scarily focused. The more Bobby begged him to stop, the more weight he put into each blow, smiling as he watched Bobby's toes curl and mind melt in the insanity.
"It's loose! It's so loose, Bobby! But you're getting tighter!"
"Auuugh! Aoough!"
"Oh fuck, yes, that's it! Sing for me!"
"T-Tony, my hole!"
"Feel it! Feel all of me! Feel everything!"
"I! Can't! Th-think straight!"
"Cum!"
"Auuuuuuughhh!"
They both lost count. Tony continued for another twenty-seven minutes until his arms couldn't keep pace, and Bobby couldn't even beg him to stop anymore. All he felt was ridiculous bliss, his thighs and pussy soaked, his drool rolling off the pillow.
Dropping the toy, Tony rocked him through it, brushing his cheeks as he slowly--very slowly--came down from his high. Aside from Bobby's delicate moans and whines, they laid in silence for a long time, Tony occasionally glancing down to look at the chasm he'd left between his best friend's legs.
"Are you okay?" he asked, wiping the sweat from Bobby's brow. "Was it too much?"
He couldn't answer, still drowning in the aftermath. Instead, he simply touched Tony's hand and weakly lead it down to his pulsating entrance. It was getting cold and it couldn't close, not after so much abuse.
Understanding, Tony grabbed a spare blanket from the closet, rejoined Bobby at his side, and kept his hand against his gape. He blushed as he felt Bobby's worn flaps throb against his palm, his spasms constant. Neither men were sure what the future would hold; but in that moment, they were happy.
And Bobby's hole was broken.
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For the Love of God
Andrew Ripp
I saw mercy
Mercy seated where the judge should be
Was guilty
Guilty in getting out of jail free
How could it be, I didn't get the love I deserved
And the only thing He wanted was my heart in return
And every time I think about, every time I thought was the end
I'm caught up in wonder again
Where would I be?
Where would I be if it wasn't for the love of God?
(If it wasn't for the love of God) oh yeah
This song of victory is
Now mine to sing
Hallelujah for the love of God
Has set me free
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
I was thirsty
But like a desert turned into a field of green
Started breathing
When Heaven's favor took a hold of me
How could it be, I'm living with an infinite worth
And the one I thought I'd choose had really chosen me first
And every time I think about, every time I thought was the end
Ooh, I'm caught up in wonder again
Where would I be?
Where would I be if it wasn't for the love of God?
(If it wasn't for the love of God) ooh yeah-yeah
This song of victory is
Now mine to sing
Hallelujah for the love of God
Has set me free
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
If it wasn't for my failures and mistakes
I would never know the depths of this grace
Now my heart is beating for heaven's sake
Mm, and for the love of God
If it wasn't for my failures and mistakes
I would never know the depths of this grace
Now my heart is beating for Heaven's sake
Ooh, and for the love of God
Where would I be?
Where would I be if it wasn't for the love of God?
(If it wasn't for the love of God) oh-oh
This song of victory is
Now mine to sing
Hallelujah for the love of God
Has set me free
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
Hallelujah!
(If it wasn't for the love of God) hallelujah for the love of God
Hallelujah (yeah, yeah)
Hallelujah for the love of God (Thank you, Lord)
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
Hallelujah
Hallelujah for the love of God
Hallelujah
Mm, hallelujah for the love of God
Written by: Andrew Ripp, Ethan Hulse
Album: For the Love of God - Single
Released: 2022
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if you don't mind could you please do dirk and dustin for the ask thing,, im very curious
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Dirk Dreamer
Sexuality Headcanon: He’s sooooo bisexual it’s crazy he has that bisexual color scheme going on toooo
Gender Headcanon: Gnc as fuck he's so nonbinary
A ship I have with said character: Him and his lame ass boyfriend Dustin of course. He meets Dustin for the first time and thinks to himself ‘What’s up with this stupid white kid?’ and then he falls in love with him. Then he compartmentalizes his feelings for both Dustin and Lilith and tries to justify staying with Lil because he doesn’t want to ‘abandon’ her when he’s crushing on someone else (someone that his girlfriend hates, too) and he starts overthinking the whole thing and Dustin’s sitting next to him like “Ay man can you finish showing your work for this calculus problem so I can copy off you?” Also this is my favorite song I relate to Dustin/Dirk shhhh
i hate that big ass embed help
A BROTP I have with said character: I love him and Lilith being besties in the same but different way I think Angela and Dustin areeeeeee, but it’s also the reason I can never think of a reason they break up but I’ve been thinking of them having a really bad co-dependent relationship just because I feel as if Lilith has a clingy personality? And I feel like Dirk has a semi-avoidant personality and a savior complex at the same time and really has trouble articulating how he feels about things. I also like him being friends with Ophelia and Johnny and Ripp <3
A NOTP I have with said character: None tbh maybe Angela but that’s just because Angela is a lesbian in my mind and I just feel like they have no chemistry. I don’t even think they’re really friends even though they take a lot of the same classes and see each other outside of school a lot.
A random headcanon: Dirk is the type of person I feel like he’s a fixer and that’s why he likes Dustin and Lilith so much. He’s a control freak in a sense where he hates when people don’t do things to help themselves when they have the ability to do so (like his dad) and it just makes him anxious and stressed out that he has to pull all the weight in his relationships. He also internalizes and represses his own feelings for the most part because he’s everyone's rock and he really hates talking about himself, and all that anxiety and pent up anger inadvertently causes his breakup with Lilith. I also headcanon that he has autism (along with Darren) <33
General Opinion over said character: Lmao I named myself after him that tells you all you need to know I loveeeee the Brokes and Dreamers so much I wish they had more personality especially Dirk who I feel like has nothing going for him but tutorial bait, but it’s ok because i <3 projecting. I think Dirk is way more bitcher and snarkier than most portrayals I see of him
Dustin Broke
Sexuality Headcanon: Dustin Broke….gay boy………. Sometimes i like him bisexual as a little treat because Angela/Dustin makes my heart soft ngl
Gender Headcanon: I hit him with the transgenderfication beam and there’s no cure. He doesn’t call himself trans though he doesn’t really know what being trans one day he just started going by a bunch of different names and dressing more ‘masculine’ or whatever and no one ever said anything because they still think he’s grieving over his dad and that it’s just a ‘phase’
A ship I have with said character: Dustin/Dirk literally is everything to me and I’ve loved them together for as long as I’ve been a premades fan tbh. It’s just something about them and their parallels, which is probably unintentional on Maxis’ part tbh; fire and water, dead parents, jock and nerd enemies to lovers pairings like it rerouted my brain chemistry. I don’t think Dustin realizes right away that he has feelings for Dirk because he’s focused on the future he thinks he’s going to have with Angela when he finally gets to where he needs to be money-wise. When Angela breaks up with him (after deliberating for a long time, because my Angela is lesbian and she just felt wrong being with him even though she loves him soo much), Dustin spirals just a little bit just a normal amount (ends up back in jail) and he starts hanging out with Dirk more and getting to know him and he starts catching feelings but he really doesn’t know how to address them because this is only the second person he’s ever had these feelings for and he doesn’t want to make anything weird. There’s so many different ways they can end up together, but I don’t feel like they would rush anything I think they’d just crush on each other secretly and never confess their feelings because they’re dumb. Also this is them
A BROTP I have with said character: Angela is his best friend they’re connected at the hip they’re so close and spend almost every day together at Angela’s house even though Daniel hatesss it so much (when Dustin gets over his insecurity about how his home is vs Angela’s, they start spending more time at his place). I feel as if they genuinely have/had feelings for each other due to how much time they spend together and I feel they start ‘dating’ because of this (I also headcanon that they’ve kissed before when they were kids but it doesn’t really count…). I don’t think Dustin had a lot of friends growing up because of being lower income and also he’s just kind of a weirdo. Angela also was the first person to support Dustin’s social transition, and was generally very supportive of him even when she didn’t understand (and still doesn’t really..). I have a lot of things to say about their friendship/relationship but it only makes sense in the context of this story I was writing and in my brain maybe I’ll make another post about it and let it run free idk sometimes when im typing stuff like right now I overthink and start feeling very insecure and embarrassed what I say and I end up procrastinating over something that’s supposed to be fun? Idk sorry for putting this in such a random spot to vent I just have a special attachment to my interpretation of these premades and I just hope the things i say aren’t cringy.
A NOTP I have with said character: I don’t think Dustin and Lilith could ever like each other tbh I think Lilith talks shit about him all the time to Dirk calling him dirty and nasty and white trash and Dirk meets him for the first time and yeah he looks dirty but he also looks lame as hell so every time Lilith talks about him after this he can only imagine this lame ass wet dog man so he just says “Alright babe” with no further input.
A random headcanon: Dustin is very family-oriented and does a lot of what he does because he thinks it’s helping his mom out. He skips school to try and make more money trapping and he’s been caught up so many times and been held overnight in jail twice and it pisses Brandi off so bad because she feels like he’s throwing his life away but he doesn’t want to push him too hard because her mom pushed her and tried to control her life and she ended up pregnant at 17 so… but at the same time they’ll have little spats and arguments over school which gets to Dustin because he’s the only one making money for them to make it. He loves dogs a lot and feeds any animal that he sees around his neighborhood. When he gets married to Dirk, they adopt one dog but then he ends up bringing home random strays he finds and they end up with like. 5 dogs total and 1 cat. I also think he’s really good at drawing but it’s not something he takes seriously!!
General Opinion over said character: My number one day one premade I love him so much very normally like a normal person <3 I love his Maxis look he has that ugly boy swag and I think he deserves so many good things even though he’s a lame boy
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just some random songs I like assigned to strangetown premades that they remind me of
Vidcund (of course hes first up.) Curious - Theres The Girl by Heart
Lazlo Curious - For some reason everytime I see Lazlo I just think of Skateboarding Day by Eyedress???
Pascal Curious - Maybe its just the fact that I really like this song, and I also like pascal, but he reminds me either of Fine Night by Goreshit or Minimal by Pet Shop Boys.
Circe Beaker - Everytime I play Not My Slave by Oingo Boingo I just see her in my head.
Loki Beaker - ...You already know its gonna be Weird Science, huh?
Nervous Subject - It's either Go Away by Danny Elfman, or Just Another Day by Oingo Boingo.
Ajay Loner - I don't necessarily associate West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys with Ajay (he is not in the west end nor is he a girl) but I definetly picture him singing it ABOUT Strangetown.
PT#9 Smith - *Definetly* Invader by Snails House.
Jenny Smith - The minecraft OST, or atleast the original songs on it by C418. she gives off that same comforting vibe yknow?
Johnny Smith - He reminds me alot of splatoon for some reason, maybe its the alien in him, but probably a Splatoon 2 OST song.
Olive Specter - Whenever I hear Twilight or Duvet by bôa I think of Olive.
Ophelia Nigmos - Maybe Decode or Pressure by Paramore, I think in general she'd like those songs.
General Buzz Grunt - k*ll yourself by bo burnham makes me think alot about buzz! (this is a joke) (sort of)
Tank Grunt - for some reason I picture him hearing Real Men by Mitski and just SOBBING. or one of those really sappy songs that you'd find black and white AMV's on 2012 youtube of.
Ripp Grunt - I get some Jealous by Eyedress vibes.
Chloe Curious - Tik Tok by Ke$ha. I just instantly think of her belting it out on karaoke when it plays.
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These are sorta the only songs I could scrounge up that I felt made sense for these premades, I definelty find some of my favorite songs fit certain ones more (I usually tie everything I like to nervous cuz.. special interest) but I tried! Hope this makes sense to others, or atleast it's funny to read this and listen to the songs?
(man, I am a hypocrite for coming back this early!)
#ts2#sims 2#vidcund curious#lazlo curious#pascal curious#loki beaker#circe beaker#nervous subject#ajay loner#pollination tech 9 smith#pt9 smith#jenny smith#johnny smith#olive specter#ophelia nigmos#general buzz grunt#tank grunt#ripp grunt#chloe curious#i HOPE i got all of them.#hcs
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“Ah!” Jiyeon flinched at the man’s sudden shout, before she was yanked off the piano. The slam of the piano cover caused her to flinch once more, but before she could attempt to apologize, she was tossed towards the stairs, and she decided to not stick around any longer and she scrambled up the stairs, right to Taehyung’s room, and she closed the door behind her.
She didn’t understand. How could he get this angry over her curiosity taking over and her innocently playing some music? But maybe he was right, perhaps she did develop some cockiness and carelessness— thinking she could indeed do whatever she wanted in his home.
Knowing better than to roam around once again, Jiyeon sat on her bed, wrapping the blanket around her body as she stared right ahead. Jiyeon wasn’t sure what Taehyung expected of her now, should she sit here and wait? Should she make the first step and apologize? Sighing, she decided to lay down instead.
Hours went by and Taehyung still didn’t make a move and Jiyeon figured that she had to sit out her punishment in his bedroom, and it took a couple more hours until she fell asleep out of exhaustion.
But she couldn’t take a break as her dreams brought her to a reality she didn’t want to consider; Taehyung falling for his secretary, and in turn, growing bored of Jiyeon.
In her dream, Taehyung announced that there was no use for her any longer now that Sohee was in the picture, and he tossed her into the basement, leaving her to starve and die.
But fortunately, Jiyeon was rippped away from her nightmare and she suddenly stood on her feet, confusion on her face as she tried to make sense of what was happening, but Taehyung was already leading her outside of the room, towards the stairs and then past the piano, which reminded her of what had happened hours ago.
“Taehyung…” Her voice cracked, then she held onto his arm. “Please… wait.” She requested, rubbing her face with her free hand as she tried to wake up some more. “Earlier… I’m sorry for earlier.” She apologized. “That piano… It looks like it was well loved, and it must mean a lot to you, and I shouldn’t have touched it, not without your permission, and I’m sorry.” Jiyeon spoke up, and after Taehyung’s response, she continued to follow him to the dining room.
She sat at the table, noticing how dinner was served and that it was much earlier than she thought it was but she did notice that the meal looked different, and it didn’t take long for her to realize what had happened. “Dinner must’ve burned… I should’ve told you that I left it on the stove, it’s my fault.” Jiyeon blamed herself as she picked up the spoon, glancing down at her plate, waiting for Taehyung to start or tell her it was fine to eat.
“Do you… have to go to work tomorrow again?” Jiyeon questioned, deciding to take a sip of the beverage first. Her next question was about to be how she could tag along once again if he’d like, but Jiyeon knew that now was probably not the best time to ask. “It was… nice to see where you work. My grandparents would be so excited if they knew I knew the CEO of their favorite airlines…” The thought of them made Jiyeon feel sad, so she decided to change the subject. “It must be an intense job.”
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“Yes?” Taehyung hummed in response to his name coming from the young woman’s lips like a sweet melody. His footsteps towards the kitchen pausing as she tugged on his arm. He turned around the face the girl, watching the way she tried to wake herself up more.
It was.. cute. The dopey strains to her voice. Her delicate touch. Soft eyes. It made his heart pound harder with an emotion he’d never felt for someone before. At least, never like this.
Taehyung took a step closer, his free hand reaching up to tuck some hair behind Jiyeon’s ear. “What a good girl.” His fingers then slid under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him as he leaned in, simply ghosting his lips across hers. “All is forgiven. You’ve learned your lesson; you’ll always remember to ask permission before doing anything again, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He patiently waited for her obedient response before nudging her forward. “Come.”
The two finally made it to the kitchen where dinner was already portioned and dished out. Along with drinks set up at the side.
He wasn’t one for apologies — not the he necessarily thought she deserved one either way — but preparing their dinner was a simple something he could do for starving her for so many hours.
“It’s fine as long as you don’t let it happen again.” He simply responded to her blame, beginning to chip away at his own food. It was nothing special, not the best he’s ever done. But it satisfied enough for a 3 a.m. dinner. “Mhm.” Taehyung continued to answer her question.
As much as he couldn’t wait for the weekend; just he and Jiyeon together. No distractions. No work. There was still one day left to go.
Although he tried to keep his annoyance in check, the young woman just wouldn’t start eating. She kept rambling on about his job, not even making an attempt to try the supper he prepared for them.
“Enough talking and eat.” He scolded, pointing his spoon in the direction of her bowl. His eyes fixated on her face, only pulling away after she swallowed a couple bites. Now — what was it she said again? “Is that so.” He finally responded. “I wonder how they’d feel knowing you were with the CEO of their favourite airline.”
After dinner, Taehyung stopped Jiyeon from collecting the dirty dishes, guiding her away from the table and towards the back door. Something he learned during his brief moment of post-secondary education: never go to sleep straight after eating. “Come with me.” Not giving her a choice in the matter, the man led her outside, and after a short stroll through his property, the two wound up at a greenhouse stashed away.
The entire building was made of glass: the walls, the ceilings, even the doors. The floor was a mix of cobblestones, only being separated by a pond in the middle of the garden oasis. Above them, crystal clear through the transparent ceiling, stars danced in the dark sky.
Solar powered lights turned on as the couple walked past them, illuminating their steps just enough. “Tell me..” Taehyung sparked a conversation, his mind drifting back to just a little bit earlier. When he found Jiyeon asleep in her bed. The way her eyebrows were furrowed, the barely audible noises that escaped her lips. “Earlier, what we’re you dreaming about, Jiyeonnie?”
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Moving on from the complicated Grunt household, today’s focus is on Johnny Smith!
I always remembered the detail of Johnny wanting to be a white knight, the guy who rescues the damsel in distress and becomes the Big Damn Hero. It stuck with me much longer than the other details of the original teen premades, and I’m not sure why, but it was important to me to make sure that feeling was present in my 2022 version of his room.
Johnny is an athlete (and talented at most any sport he tries his hand at from golf to running to basketball), but he often uses his natural talents as a platform to talk about the things that he truly cares about. To Johnny, there’s no point in being popular if he doesn’t use that power to pursue the greater good. He can be a bit cocky about it, certainly, confident that he’s right about everything the way the young often are, but his heart is in the right place.
It started with alien rights, which isn’t so surprising given his background, but soon expanded to equal pay and animal rights. The goldfish on his nightstand is a recent rescue from the fair - I like to think he’s stepped out for a bit to see if his mother has a more suitable temporary home for the poor thing while he waits for the tank he ordered to arrive. Though he identifies as straight (he thinks, when it comes to Ripp those thoughts are less clear) Johnny is also a staunch supporter of marriage equality and the fair treatment of the LGBTQ+ community.
When he’s not rallying others to his various causes though, Johnny is still a teenager. He likes Henry Puffer, struggles with Geometry, and gets annoyed that all the biggest, hottest bands wouldn’t be caught dead in Strangetown. The only concerts he gets to go to are retirees who can’t book anything better.
Someday he’ll get to live where all the action is, and he can’t wait.
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Ripp: it's not like a sick joke right?
Tank: no its not, come inside.
Ripp: How'd you find out?
Tank: The newspaper of all places.
Buck: They put it in the paper before they thought to call us.
Tank: The officer said they had to be sure it wasn't foul play apparently. They think he just had a normal heart attack.
Tank: I know its weird to speak of but he hadn't altered his will, and well the house is still ours.
Buck: I was sure he would've rather burnt it down.
Ripp: Well I don't want it.
Tank: I was thinking we could just sell it, and split the money three ways.
Buck: But Tank you pay for all my needs already.
Tank: Its only fair, we can put it in a savings fund for you until college if you prefer. Maybe you can use it for tuition if you want to go to a fancy school.
Ripp: You could definitely get into a nice school Buck, you should take it.
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The Kaisment (basement I’ve been locking Ripp Grunt in) is very much real I’m afraid. I’ve been lying to everyone. Ripp has been locked in a tiny room with a bookcase door for 575 days. All those pictures of him looking happy and going outside, all photoshop. He lives off one grilled cheese sandwich I slide through the door a week. He hasn’t seen his family or friends in years. He is exhibiting signs of severe Stockholm syndrome. When I let him out once a day to woohoo in my vibrating heart bed and make more babies with, he is completely desensitised. He has a mental breakdown at least once a week. Ripp has been my captive woohoo partner I keep in my basement this whole time.
I am so sorry everyone, this is where I get cancelled. #thekaismentisreal. I will be filing for divorce from Ripp shortly and marrying my true love General Buzz instead.
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Thoughts on the 12th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware
Season 1 | Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 | Ep. 5 | Ep. 6 | Ep. 7 | Ep. 8 | Ep. 9 | Ep. 10 | Ep. 11
I love these two they're so stupid and cute ofc they're fighting about what place they're gonna open akira's ideals vs satoru's flashyness. i like how satoru is the one who dreams big between them while akira is more down to earth and focuses on the things that can make others happy too
ah so this is how they originally got arrested huh? metaphorically and literally stepping on their dreams damn
thats a tone shift damn i hate that this anime made me care for two gay dead people (so much that i accidently wrote a fic for them whoops)
genuinely i wonder what the IVs are for, it has to be important enough for kaibyakumon to hide them in his projections
like theres four of them. what do you need so many iv bags for mdude?
i still think the who will answer my questions is on par with roxas being a looser
like damn chiaro is very gay living on within his totally platonic bro friend who is modeled after the guy his original died with
good for him honestly, radical change very rarely comes from peaceful actions
damn another leader unit song? suckssss was looking forward to a nigumi
ah no fake out
oh heay hifumi got his jacket back and is straight to complementing his bestie
I like how MTC is taking a more leadership role in this since it is more military focused and they are quite literally the military unit
that would have been more poignant if we Saw how much shinjuku meant to him
Amanda squeakkkkkkkk shes best character ever
soccer idiot what a meathead
also i love the fact that jyushi thinks that the ball is jiro's friend
oh look at that thinking, Scuro does have have some brains in there
OH THEM!!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE I MISS SECRET ALIENSSSSSSS Iris being slay as always never flinching from samatoki shes such a badass
oh i do not miss rex www iris is as sassy as ever and i love her
i like how the villains are playing these smart, its good. just as i type that kaibyakumon does something idiotic by hiding in the most obvious place
oh wait there was that shadow in like ep2 or smth. that was him. that was kaibyakumon. H U H
ww i thought only gentaro got in
LETS GO OOOOO SCURO BBY YOU ARE DOING SO WELL OH YOU
suprised that they all survived gett in blown up by a bomb without any injuries wow
HAHAHAHA JYUSHI oh you lovable boy
haha kick like soccer ball
damn sheer dumb luck saved them huh unfortunate but at least best boy was the one to show the way
oh gods this is the chuuni group and i love it i love how gentaro is just playing along
with the power of music and gayness he will prevail!
damn hes doing it by himself no holograms needed! oh im proud of himmm what a strong boy!
i like his rap tbh its very much about unity and experience, everything he as both chiaro, scuro, akira, and satoru together make up who the person is, they will have their just revenge, they have learned from their mistakes and they will fight for what is theirs. its really good
also he refrences spawn camping www their combined version does seem like the toxic type of guy who would
awww the heroes too have the power of gay and music by their side
i find it hilarious how jyushi enunciates his team name www its true tho none of them have an ass to speak of
honestly? this one is better than the 3gumi one
oh he holds the mic to his heart …
damn ripp the artificial gays they were good. i liked them :((( wish they stayed alive D:
oh those eyebagsss they're heavyyy hes haunted by les horreurs!
oh he loves them, he loves his boyssssss hypmi really be burying their gays and letting their father mourn
lmfao did aliens really just knock out the chuuoku girls driving the plane and fuck off to bukuro love that iris is the one driving tho, love that for her
hah, not a bad episode, i didn't hate it but it wasn't great either. I enjoyed the gay things and the Secret Aliens cameo but overall just no much really popped out to me unlike ep 10
also i just noticed that sasara's suit the pattern is just overlayed on top of the suit not drawn on. cute
#hypmic#hypnosis microphone#Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle: Rhyme Anima+#hypnosis mic rhyme anima#hypmic spoilers
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