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erenscoochdestroyerfics · 5 months

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Eren x Armin x Reader Friday Night Strip Poker (1)

words: 3.1k

concept: your good friends Eren and Armin are tight as thieves, and one night as you play strip poker, some tension arises and is resolved with another type of group activity...

contains: oral (f/m receiving), slightly sub!armin, slightly dom!eren, slightly domineering reader, threesome (MMF), cucking

y/n uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy!

artwork does not belong to me, so creds to the artists!

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"You know, you look really nice in that new shirt." Eren smirks.

You are taken aback by Eren's forwardness. You, him, Armin, and Mikasa had shopped in Shiganshina Center yesterday, and you had gotten the shirt from a little boutique. It was a little black ribbed top with grey stitching. I might just have to fuck you right here, Mikasa had said when you stepped out of the dressing room, eliciting hearty laughs from Eren and Armin, and a flustered chuckle from you. There was always a little bit of homoeroticism between you and Mikasa, which is something you decided to put on the back burner when you noticed it a couple weeks before. Besides, she was in a relationship.

It was Friday, and tonight, it was date night for Mikasa and Annie, leaving you, Eren, and Armin to hang out at Eren's apartment in downtown Shiganshina. It was a perfect summer evening; the smell of food floated through Eren's open window from the restaurant below, and the bustle of the street below was faintly audible.

You guys decided to have a game night with some karaoke, and were currently playing Eren's favorite card game, Egyptian Rat-screw, which with these two stubborn boys, gets violent.

A queen of hearts was dealt, then a three of spades, then another queen.

"SANDWICH!" You all yell in unison, slamming your cards down onto the pile. Of course, Eren's card landed first. His fast reflexes were hard to compete with for you and Armin.

"Damn you, Eren!" you yell, and the three of you fall into a heap of laughter.

"More drinks?" Eren offers.

"Such a good host." You tease.

You and Armin sit cross legged watching Eren as he pads across the floor and into the kitchen to pour three glasses of piña colada mixer and add a generous amount of liquor to each.

"Thank you," Armin smiles sweetly as Eren hands him the drink. "My god Eren, bleh." Armin crinkles his nose as he tastes Eren's concoction.

You and Eren laugh softly.

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you are tipsy messes, with flushed cheeks and easily elicited laughs. There is a warmth in your stomach that usually comes with drinking, which always results in you being a little too flirtatious for your own good. And you had an idea.

"You know what we should play?" You giggle.

"What?" Eren and Armin perk up.

"Strip poker!" You announce, giving jazz hands to accompany your grand idea.

Armin crinkles his nose. "I don't know if thats a good-"

"YES," Eren interrupts, "now THAT sounds like fun!"

"Eren," Armin quickly glances to you before looking back to him, "are you sure this is a good idea-"

"PLEASE pleasepleasepleasepleas-" you playfully beg.

"Yeah, c'mon Arm', it'll be fun." Eren reasons.

"Okay, okay," Armin raises his hands in defeat. "Every time you lose a hand, something comes off, deal?"

"Deal!" You and Eren agree in unison.

You lose the first hand. And the next. Armin loses three in a row, taking off his socks and shirt. Eren loses four, stripping to only his boxers.

The thing is that it was summer, and you had worn sandals to the hangout. You didn't have two buffer losses to be used on your socks, so you were in your bra and underwear. You wish you had worn cuter underwear, but your bralette made your tits look amazing, which you reasoned made up for it.

What you don't notice at that moment is Eren and Armin's frantic exchanged glances, as Armin wiggled around trying to prevent his cock from hardening. He was lucky he still had his pants on, or it would be clear as day.

It could have been the way you were cutely sitting with your legs folded under you and your hands in your lap, accentuating your figure. Or, it could be related to the fact that Armin had harbored a crush on you for years, starting in high school and lasting through college.

All that mattered at that moment, though, was the curve of your supple thighs that Armin and Eren could practically taste, and the upward inflection of your voice when you laughed, which they both had only dreamed of hearing in a less platonic context.

Armin jumped when he looked up from his rearranging of his pants to see you staring right at him.

"Shit, you startled me," his voice grew small.

Your eyes flitted up and down his figure before a huge smile of realization creeped its way onto your face; he was getting hard!

"Armin..." you cooed, voice low and sensual; "are you..." your eyes locked onto his bulge.

"Ummmmm, uh," He stammered. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Don't be," You felt a familiar tingle between your legs. Whether it was flattery or plain old arousal you didn't know, but this intrigued you. More than that- you liked that he was getting hard just by seeing you in your underwear. You wanted him to be all flustered and sensitive by just looking at you; It excited you. Your next thought came bubbling up out of your subconscious like an instinct, and you immediately knew what you had to do next.

You scooted closer to him. "Armin, can I...can I see it?"

How could he resist such a polite request from such a pretty girl?

"What? Um, uh," Armin's face was beet red, and the blush was creeping down his chest. "Uh, like, d'you mean, it it?"

"Your dick." You said plainly, smiling with anticipation.

Eren looked on in entertained awe, not just at the situation, but your sudden boldness. "C'mon Armin, let's see it."

"Uhm," Armin smiled nervously. "Okay, I- I guess," He slipped his pants over his hips and his cock sprang upwards, pulling the fabric of his underwear taut. You smiled wider. He pulled them all the way off and discarded them to the side.

All of that just from seeing you? Your heart swelled with pride. You needed more.

"Can I come closer?" You earnestly awaited a response.

"Uh-" Armin glanced at Eren, before hesitantly nodding. "Mhm".

You crawled the remainder of the distance to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. Once you were in front of him, you folded your legs underneath you and looked at the bulge beneath his underwear. Not many details were visible under the fabric, but one thing was clear: he was big.

"Such a pretty cock," You muttered under your breath.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled; his dick twitching in response to your compliment.

So that's what he was in to. In hindsight, it made total sense.

You laughed sweetly. "So you're into praise, hm?"

Armin was taken aback at how quickly you figured him out, and his blush grew even deeper. "Oh, uh, I mean, I don't really kn-"

"Kiss." Eren interrupted. His voice was commanding and low- this was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you didn't dislike it.

"Just shut up and kiss already." He cleared his throat.

Although Eren was sat about three feet away from you and Armin, his voice sounded like it was right next to you, which sent a spark of electricity to your lower stomach.

You and Armin glanced at him with surprise initially, before seeing the expression on his face. His cock was semi-hard, and his eyes were dark with lust. You looked back to Armin, whose eyes were already on your face.

You cupped his left cheek and brought your lips forward, stopping just shy of his own before closing your eyes.

A moment later, you felt him tenderly kiss your bottom lip. You reciprocated, beginning to kiss him softly. You climbed onto the edge of his lap, straddling his lower thighs, and wrapped your arms around his neck. A moment later, you felt his tongue; he was hesitant at first, but grew more confident each second that passes.

You groaned lightly.

Kissing Armin felt so fucking good; so much better than you ever would have expected. It's not like he was unattractive by any means whatsoever; in fact, he was an objectively beautiful person. You had thought about him in passing for as long as you could remember; sometimes imagining him late at night when you were alone in your room. You imagined kissing him; feeling him below you; kissing his neck; getting him hard; and making him come. But you could never let it become a full blown crush, because he was your friend. Attraction between friends is normal, you had told yourself. You just need to keep it under control. However well you managed it, you had always felt a twinge of jealously whenever he would hook up with other girls in college.

Now, you were kissing him. In real life. And it was so damn good. He kissed you like his life depended in it; like you were his one true love, and he had waited a century to taste your lips. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and it was making you dizzy.

A minute or two later, you were sat further up his thighs than before, your hands were in his hair, and your tongue was in his mouth. His hands moved from your waist to your hips to your thighs as he played with the soft flesh.

You two hear Eren groan, unable to stop himself from audibly expressing his arousal at the sight before him.

"God, you guys, that is so. fucking. hot." Eren breathes.

Armin groans; partially in response to Eren's confession, and partially in response to the fact that you had scooted further up on his lap, to the point where the tip of his dick was pressed nicely onto your clit through the fabric your guys' underwear. You rolled your hips once, pulling another noise from each of you.

It was like that for a little bit; you and Armin swallowing each others little noises as he guided your hips in their steady rotation, while Eren sat to the side, watching slack-jawed as he palmed his dick through his boxers. The little ball of white hot pleasure in your core was starting to increase in intensity with the friction of his cock pressing against you so nicely.

"Wait, we gotta stop, I'm- ah- i'mgonnacuminmypants," Armin manages to say in one breath, the end of which tended towards a whine. He stills your hips with his hands. You stayed on his lap for a second, clinging to him while you caught your breath.

"I guess it's my turn." You hear Eren propose. Always the problem solver.

"C'mere," Eren guides you up off of Armin's lap by your forearms and leads you to his bed. You feel his mattress pressing the back of your legs, and he lays you down gently. "Come sit, Armin."

Armin comes to sit on the bed next to you as Eren climbs on top of you, with his right knee in between your thighs, pressing against you. The friction on your clit as he moves around to settle sends a jolt of electricity from your sternum to in between your legs and makes your vision fuzzy.

"Ah," you moan softly at the stimulation.

"Already?' Eren laughs devilishly. "Armin, you really got her all hot and bothered, huh."

"Uh huh," Armin responds, sounding a bit dazed from the highly aroused state that your make-out session left him in.

"Can I kiss you?" Eren speaks lowly right up against your ear. You can feel the rumble of his chest as he does, sending another dose of arousal to swim around in your lower stomach.

"Please" You lament.

From the moment your lips meet, one thing is clear. Eren Jaeger is a damn good kisser. As a kisser, he is slightly more energetic than Armin, but not at all rough. He takes his time with you, licking and swallowing you up as you come undone beneath him. He makes you go cross eyed and limp with his magic tongue, and you feel close to coming un-fucking-touched.

One of his arms moves from beside your head and cups your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin. His knee between your legs presses so nicely up against your soaking cunt that you could cry. Or die. Or both. All that you know is that you could not possibly feel better than you do in this exact moment.

It is a couple seconds later that you are proven wrong.

"Can I play with your tit?" Eren breathes.

"Mhm" Your saccharine sweet voice slides like velvet past the ears and straight to the cocks of Eren Jaeger and Armin Arlert, leaving Armin groaning next to you two as he watches intently.

With his free hand, Eren cups your tit, massaging it and swiping his finger over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bralette. The sensation has you squirming and writhing beneath him, as he dips down to kiss your neck. He kisses down your neck, to your chest. Then your navel, to your belly button, to your lower stomach, before stopping.

"Can I go down on you?" Eren almost whines, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Oh god yes, please." You feel like you will explode if you are not touched soon.

"Armin, kiss her and play with her tit, hm?" Eren positions himself right in front of your pussy, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He presses his nose to the wet spot on the fabric of your underwear and inhales, before groaning and releasing a string of curses under his breath. God, you smell so fucking good, he whispers before beginning to practically make out with your throbbing cunt through your underwear.

"Oh- my- god!" You moan loudly in response to Eren hungrily licking at you. You vaguely sense Armin lean over you to kiss you, more sloppily now than before, as one of his hands snakes underneath your bra to play with your nipple.

"Let's get these off, hm?" You hear Eren say. You lift your hips in response as he slides the lime green underwear down your legs.

Armin's relentless swiping of your nipple has you dripping, and his lips on yours are making a wet, sloppy kissing noise. Which sends electricity straight to Eren's dick.

Eren runs his hands up your calf and pushes your leg up and out, kissing the crook of your knee as he does so. He squeezes the flesh of your thigh for a second, slowly making his way higher, before settling into the same position he was in before, with your legs over his shoulders and his face sitting pretty between your thighs. Armin had stopped kissing you to begin licking at your right nipple, while continuing to palm the left, giving you a clear view of Eren as he gazed at your cunt, slack jawed and breathing heavy.

Me mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, something involving pretty and god and so fucking wet. He rested his head onto your left thigh like a pillow, while reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers along the length of your outer labia. There was stubble, since you hadn't shaved since a couple of days prior, which heightened your sensitivity to the dragging of his fingers.

You were a moaning mess at this point; Armin's relentless stimulation of your nipples and Eren's teasing right next to where you needed him most had you choking back sobs of desperation.

"Eren, please!" You whined. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

You heard him chuckle and were about to reiterate before feeling him lick up through your folds, starting below your entrance and landing on top of your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled, before beginning to lick at your clit. And it felt so indescribably amazing. You felt like you were on top of the world. On top of the universe even; you felt so good and full of white hot pleasure that you would burst if you didn't start to give some of it back. So thats what you did.

With your left hand buried in Eren's hair, your right was free to give some release to the trembling blonde boy hovering over your chest who was groaning at this point. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and down his torso until you felt him, rock fucking hard, beneath your palm.

As your hand made contact with the head of his cock he gasped, shock reverberating through his whole body. This was such a strong reaction from the smallest of touches. Seeing hearing and feeling how badly he needed you had you visibly smiling.

You began to sloppily jerk him off, and he was a blubbering mess, completely unable to do anything other than fuck himself sloppily into your hand.

Eren seemed to take notice of the blonde's reaction, quickening his tongues pace. You felt the tip of his middle finger dip into you shallowly, teasing for a moment, before going deeper. Once his knuckles were flush with your hips, he began tapping the sensitive place on your upper walls. White hot pleasure flooded your veins. This was so much better than when you did it yourself- he could reach deeper than you could, and was hitting the spot so perfectly that you knew you wouldn't last for more than a minute like this.

Everything became too much- the color in the room increased in saturation, the cacophony of sound around you- from the two boys, Eren's AC, and the street outside- became a symphony. The heat in your core climbed and climbed until it reached its peak.

You cried out in ecstasy as you came, with Eren groaning into the space between your thighs in response the sweet sound of your moans, and Armin letting some whines out as well.

You felt Armin tense up and come as well from the increased stimulation from your shifting around.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and your legs and torso spasmed as you rode out the high- with the help of Eren, who never faltered. As the waves of pleasure began to grow less intense and further apart, Eren dipped his head up to look at your face. He looked so pretty like that, with messy hair and his mouth and nose covered in your release.

He laughed, surprised at your tear ridden cheeks. "So you're a crier huh? Or was it just that good?"

"I don't usually cry," you lament, out of breath.

Eren smiled to himself at your indirect compliment.

You turned your head to look at Armin, who had slumped down onto your shoulder.

"Was that good, Armin?" You lightly patted the top of his head.

"M-hm." He nodded lightly.

Eren sat back onto his calves, which revealed his still rock hard cock pulling the fabric of his boxers taut.

"We gotta do something about that, huh?" You quipped.

"We don't have to, its okay-" he began.

"I want to." You gazed at him through your eyelashes.

"She's right, Eren." Armin piped in. "Let us help you."

You and Armin shared a knowing glance, before sitting up.

"This is going to be a long night isn't it." Eren muttered darkly.

"Yes it is." You said as you climbed onto his lap, with Armin close behind you to watch.

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Note: Okay this was a little rushed towards the end, but it was getting way too long for one part, so I guess this is part one of the Eren x Armin x Reader Friday night fun one shot!!

Also the use of Arm as a nickname for Armin is so unserious but I thought it was hilarious.

Anywaysss hope u like!

#eren x reader #attack on titan #armin x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert #armin arlet x reader #eren x armin #eren x armin x reader #eren smut #armin smut

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coffeeghoulie · 7 days

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Mushy May Day 28: Collecting Objects

The pack has a beach day, and Mountain and Rain spend it looking for a keepsake to take home.

Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for making us the dividers <3

"Will this do, tadpole?" Mountain asks, holding up something small between big fingers, covered in their human glamour.

Rain chirps curiously, straightening up from where he's been combing through the sand. Behind them, the lake laps at the shores, water stretching off to the horizon, sky and water the same bright blue.

The band's on an off day, Papa deciding that a lake day would be good for all of his ghouls. Mountain's grateful for it, eager to take off his shoes and sink his toes in the sand, connect to his element. Rain, Dew and Aurora had happily dove into the water the moment the bus had pulled to a stop, even though Rain is a saltwater ghoul. Any water is good enough for their magick.

Cumulus and Cirrus wade through the waves, up to their knees, talking to each other in quiet tones, while Aeon and Swiss playfight and tussle in the water. Swiss keeps saying something about planting palm trees, and Aeon rolls their eyes, splashing water at him every time.

Papa's on the shore, under an umbrella, eyes shut behind sunglasses. Should they approach him, Mountain knows the old man will insist that he isn't sleeping, just resting his eyes. His face is slathered in sunscreen that smells strongly of artificial coconut and zinc.

Rain trots over, squinting in the summer sun at what Mountain's holding. It's cobalt blue and about the size of a fifty cent gumball, just slightly translucent and glowing where the afternoon sun hits it. "Shit, sunflower, it's perfect," Rain gushes, holding his palm out.

Mountain gives him a crooked grin, depositing the bit of sea glass into his outstretched hand. He watches as Rain rubs his thumb over the wave-smoothed edges, a bit of glass buffered and polished into a pretty little gemstone. It'll get tucked into one of the nooks in Rain's bunk, along with all of the other stones the two of them have collected together, until they get back to the Abbey.

The collection gets split evenly between two places. Half of the rocks will line the shelf above the desk in Rain's room, organized by color. There's a pile for each tour Rain's been on, can name every body of water he took them from.

The other half will go to the greenhouse, to the bed of flowers that Mountain keeps, one plant for each of his packmates, former and current. They line the edges of the raised bed, curling around the snapdragons and jasmine, the baby's breath and catchfly and daffodils. The stones circle the morning glories climbing their trellis, tucked around the petunias.

It's theirs, the same way Cirrus and Cumulus buy magnets from every rest area and truck stop the band stops at.

"Did you find one for me?" Mountain asks, watching as Rain inspects the sea glass.

"Mhm," Rain hums, reaching wordlessly into the front pocket of his shorts and pulling out a stone. It's flat and almost perfectly round, and if the lake were calmer, water glassy and still, it would make an excellent skipping stone. It's a slightly marbled grey, basalt, if Mountain had to take a guess, but he's more than willing to bet that Rain selected it for its shape rather than any unique coloration.

"This is perfect, Rain," Mountain beams, auburn hair glinting copper in the light. Rain gives him a grin back, and even through his human glamour, his teeth are just a little too sharp.

"How about I put these with our stuff, and we actually get in the water?" Rain offers, shifting on his feet.

Mountain's brow furrows for a moment, poker face nonexistent when it comes to his water ghoul. "Shit, didn't mean to keep you from the wa-"

Rain reaches up, pulling Mountain down by the shoulders to press a quick little kiss to his lips, effectively shutting him up. "Don't apologize. I needed to get a rock for you."

Mountain smiles again, unsure if the warmth on his face is just the sun or a blush. He waits until Rain's back is turned, depositing their stones in one of the pouches of his backpack over by Copia, before calling out. "Last one in is on dishes duty when we get back to the Abbey!"

Rain splutters, scrambling through the sand, and Mountain just laughs.

#yes this is based on a beach off of lake michigan #i am not beating the midwestern allegations #dot's writing #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #(also if you get the fob reference in this one i am giving you a gold star lmao i can't help myself lol)#mushy may 2024

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genericpuff · 11 months

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hey! I’m not sure if you’ve seen this yet, but in regards to RS’s awful layer management, I bring you this from the waybacksmythe insta account!

I’m 99% sure that she’s taught herself to work in this manner for a VERY long time. I mean, there’s barely anything in the main layers that have even MORE layers clipped to them

insanity

yooo thank you for this!

Honestly, I don't think it's that bad when it comes to illustration work, it comes down to just being "use whatever amount of layers you need", and it's clear it worked for her older art. It would be fine for comics as well, but most people naturally opt to reduce the layers they use because it just makes things, well, faster, and less complicated. Not to mention if her layer management is part of the reason her file sizes are ending up absurdly huge, then ??? It seems like a no brainer to reduce them. Esp considering so many of the layers in LO from what I've seen in screenshots just seem so pointless, like hyper-micromanaging levels of pointless.

That said, I think there are a lot of things she's taught herself to do that she just hasn't bothered to unlearn, like she thinks she works "better" doing things this way. Her "time management techniques" that result in her and her team always crunching through the weight of the next deadline, her layering structure, how she manages her assistants, the list goes on. It's like when you're so used to doing something one way, you're convinced it has to be working because otherwise, why would you be doing it that way? It's always "worked" for you up until now, so why change? It's why it's hounded into art students especially to step outside of their comfort zone and try new things because it's only through trying new things that you may learn you've been making things way harder for yourself than you need to.

This might be a bit too psychoanalytical, but we were talking about this very subject in the Discord the other day, and it came up that it's like when someone who's struggling with untreated depression or ADHD says, "I don't want to be medicated, it'll take away my spark!" but their spark is literally not showering for a week and eating nothing but toast and mold growing on the dishes in the sink.

In this case, it feels like Rachel's going "I don't want to change, it'll ruin my work!" but her work is literally already falling apart because she's been sticking to these same work methods that are clearly not working for her.

It makes me think of that one old reel where she talks about how she tried something new that didn't work out and became frustrated over the "lost time".

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And I do agree with the advice that she's giving in this video, artists should give themselves the space and time to figure things out, to make mistakes, because it's not lost time, it's time you're spending to try. That time will pass anyways, so use it how you like.

But unfortunately I don't think Rachel is actually good at applying this advice because she hasn't set herself up for success. She's always constantly on an immediate deadline because she never sets herself up with proper buffers. She never made herself a plan in the narrative to get this far so she's constantly jumping between plot points to give herself time to figure out how to resolve them. She can't give herself that free time to figure her shit out because she's constantly wringing out the time she has available to her. Look no further than how much time she traditionally spends on social media, AFAIK it's just her running it meaning she's spending all this time browsing and retweeting that she could be spending getting her ducks in a row.

None of this is to say she isn't allowed to have free time, I think it would be great if she could be an Originals creator who could also manage having a healthy work life balance, god knows so many creators don't get to do that. But it's not free time if you're spending it under the weight of deadlines that are literally a week away. It's just distracting yourself.

Of course, that's all speculative, so I'm not gonna continue on much longer with this train of thought, it's just the impression I get because it's clear she values her time but doesn't know how to manage it properly. I feel that all too well as someone who also struggles with ADHD.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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missamyrisa2 · 7 months

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You're TOO good at writing tickle teases- Especially about the buttons on the mounds and royal area...- Mm, could you spoil us a bit more with them like a milking/edging session if it isn't too much?

My sweet sugarloaf it's never too much to request the loveliest of tingly teasy tickles~<3 Speaking of sugar, let's see about getting that sweeetest of nectar from you, mmm? A little milking, a little juicing, an ~extraction~ of your deepest tingliest giggledrops? Ooh you can releaxxxx I'll be gentleee ~ in fact, I'll be sooo gentle we'll just easseee out those royal giggles and that regal jellyyy so slowllyyy so you get to enjoy everyyyy sensation okayy? Mmmhmm yess this is good for you, this is what you neeed~ soo lay back and mmhm yes these straps are necessary, we don't want you hurting yourself during your milking now do we? Ooh yes, this is the milking rooom and you're gonna be milked and that's that ~

Butttt let's start by getting those buttons all rosy, shall we? Mmhm ~ little liiicks and muahhhs kissiesss all around your royal chest buttons. Ooh yes, gasp it out darling ~ don't resist the lovesss ~ I'll make you feel sooo goood oh yesss yesss~ licklesss and kisses on this nippleee and on thisss oneee I'll take your button between my lips and just give it the old squeezy massage ~ mmmh ~ lovely lovely buttonsss ~ oooh? Are you already getting preheated down here? Yeahhh? Naughty naughty girl ~ getting all worked up just from some nipply kissies? Yeah? Look at thatttt~ such an eager volunteer down here~ Let's get those legs spread and strapped shall we? There isn't that better? Nowww let's seeee mmmh oooh~! Ticklish swollen button right here ooh yesss. Now we take my featherrr and we'll glide on one side of your clittty yess your cute little clittt ticklish clitt~ feather on one sideeee slow slow slowwww~ and feather on the other sideee slowwww slowyyy sloww~ tickle tickleee ticklish clitt~! There we gooo get it niceeee and bothered for me~

Nowww ~ let's try something crazzzyyy ~ lookie what I haveee~ two new mascara wandsss~ y'know, the blushy brushes and such always get all the attention but these babies can be absolutely brutal tooo ~ they just need the right tickle spot. And I see one right nowww~ see, there's these tiny soft but stiff bristles all along the tiny brush tip~ sooo what we do is put on on each side of your girly pearl and we spinnn slowllyyy~ it's like a little buffering for your pearl~ Mmmh. Yes, gigglemoans are okayyy you can gigglemoan it outtt ~ mmhm snickersnorts are good too ~ and we're not stopping noppeee ~ naughty ticklish girls get milked that's the rulessss~! Let's just keep these brushies rolling and mmmh here's a litttle kissyy tooo for your sensitive button~ awee don't you like kissies? Is it just sooo sensitive down there? Sooo ticklisssh? Even my soft lips tickle? Yeahhh? What if I tickle your royal chest buttons with my fluffy brushes now and kisssy kiss your pearl? Don't worry, it'll only be the lightest kissess, just brushing my lips back and forth, humming and cooing on your pearl while I fluff up those stiff buttons~

That's itttt~ give me allll your giggly wetnessss~ work it out babyy work it outtt~ nopeee we're not going any fasterr ~ you're a naughty thing, getting all aroused like this and we gotta milk you niiiice and slowww~ and nowww kissies for your nipplies while the blush brush caresses and twirls on that pearly pearl~ mmhm you can arch and squirm all you like ~ it's not stopping ~ ooooh unlesssss~ yeahhh? Are you gonna gigglecum? You gonna gigglecum for your Amy Amy? Mmmh? Soo close? Yeahhh? Nooo? Tickle tickle? Oooh ooh~! Oooh! Mmmh mmmh~ noooope~ nottt yetttt. Enjoy those tingliesss cutieeee ~ squirm and thrash alll you likeeee ~ my brushes will sit riiight here next to you while you come off that tingly edgeee ~ awwwe look my kissy lips are riiight by your pearl aren't they? Oooh you're so closeee if only you could arch a liiitle more you'd get those kissiessss and mayyybe gigglecum for your tickle mama? But nooo noppeee nottt yettt ~ uh uhhh ~ naughty girls don't get to gigglecum yet~ we''ll let you cool down and then milk you again and see what happens ~ how about thattt~<33

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doom-dreaming · 9 months

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Operation: CAKE BAKE

He's already reaching over to turn off the alarm when he hears the front door close downstairs. It would have gone off five minutes later, but it wasn't worth waking Cortana if he was already up. As quietly as possible, he slips out of bed. She'd wake up with the sunrise in plenty of time to join Linda on the front porch, he and Fred could start—

"...where're you goin...?"

He stops with his hand on the door. "It's Kelly's birthday."

"You say that like it's an explanation," she yawns, half-heartedly kicking the blanket off. "But if you've got something planned, I want in."

"Oh, you're part of it," he assures. "This mission is all hands on deck."

"Mission?" It only takes the few steps from the bed to the door for the sleepy haze in her eyes to be fully replaced by an expression he's much more familiar with. "This wouldn't have anything to do with yesterday's suspicious shopping trip, would it?"

"Maybe."

Fred and Linda are already in the kitchen when the two of them arrive a few seconds later. Bowls, spoons, spatulas, and various ingredients are arranged immaculately on every inch of available counter space. Linda nods a greeting.

"Okay." Fred begins, crossing his arms. "Kelly will be returning from her run in exactly two hours and...fifty-six minutes. We're splitting into teams. Team Bravo—," he motions to himself and John, "—is in charge of the cake. Team Delta—" he points at Linda and Cortana, "you two are the lookouts and the distraction, if needed. If we're not done by the time she gets back, you get her out of here by any means necessary."

Linda's eyebrows twitch higher. "Any means?"

"...within reason. Use your best judgment."

Cortana shrugs, immediately navigating around the baking paraphernalia for a coffee mug. "Easy enough. I'm fine letting you boys handle the hard part."

Fred and John share a look. "I'd rather be following step-by-step instructions than trying to wrangle Kelly away from anything."

"Assuming we'll even need to." Linda swings by the coffee table to grab a book on her way to the porch. Cortana follows with coffee several minutes later.

Fred cracks another egg. "We'll have this done before she's back, right?"

John shrugs, measuring out the sugar. He can't resist the joke. "Don't worry about it. It'll be cake."

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Cortana returns from the patio two hours and forty-nine minutes later with her empty mug. “Linda’s up on the roof. She says she spotted Kelly about five minutes out. Status report? Ooh, frosting.” She swipes her finger into the bowl.

John ‘tsks’ but doesn’t try to stop her.

“We’re close enough that we shouldn’t need any drastic diversions,” Fred answers, cracking open another box of candles. “Give us a little bit of a buffer when she gets here.”

“Yessir.” She steals another finger of frosting on her way back out.

After a couple minutes, John sighs and sets down the knife. “This is the hard part.”

“Looks good to me. Ready for candles?”

"Mm. Frosting’s thin on this side."

A swell of voices and footsteps from the patio sends them both into an instant frenzy.

"It doesn't have to be perfect, just put the candles in. That's an order."

"You're pulling rank now?"

"I told them to stall, not divert, remember? We have thirty seconds. If we're lucky."

"You know I am."

"Well I'm not, so it probably cancels out."

John places the final few candles and grabs for the lighter just as the voices on the porch reach the front door. Fred does his best to lean against the counter in a way that hides the cake. The door opens.

"Damn, it smells really good in here. Did you bake a cake or something?"

The click of the lighter breaks the silence of the beat that follows. Fred slides away from the counter. John motions to the cake, now visible. "Happy birthday."

#this hit me like a train this morning while i was queueing birthday posts #halo #halo fanfic #my writing #john 117 #cortana #fred 104 #linda 058 #kelly 087 #blue team beach house #and yeah yeah human cortana i know #you all know me by now you know what i'm about #she deserves to go on vacation too #canon divergence au and beach house exist in a venn diagram in my head #sometimes they overlap sometimes they don't #there's a longer version of this where there's an extra candle for sam #it wasn't solid enough to include #god i just want them to be happy. jesus christ

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nomaxart · 1 year

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You can play the game for free over here: https://nomaxart.itch.io/conway

It's been, phew. SOMETHING! A few weeks passed since the initial release, and I gotta say it really was stressful. It's a new project, something I've never done, and it just feels so different from the art I usually do. But I'm really really happy with how it's been received. It's by no means a perfect project but it sounds on the whole like you all are enjoying it or if nothing else at least see the potential. Thank you very much for that, and I hope I will make good on that.

So let's get to the most important part here. The android version is out! It's easily been the most requested thing and so here we go. Installing it is pretty simple, just download the .apk file, run it to install and you're good to go. I of course have very limited testing opportunities with just how many different android devices there are, but it ran without any issues for me, and I haven't heard any complaints from my Patrons who had access to it for a little while. So I hope it'll do the same for the vast majority of you.

There isn't anything new to this version. It is the exact same as all the other initial release versions and this update is mostly meant as a bit of a buffer update truth be told.

Just to give a bit of breathing space while keeping the updates rolling and building up the 1-month advance for updates that Patron people get without just leaving you all waiting for updates forever. I invested a lot of time into getting the initial release done, so immediately afterward I needed to get some other work done, just came back from a convention, and most of the work I'm currently doing for the game itself is behind-the-scenes planning. Figuring out characters, thinking about what events or interactions they might have and how their stories interact with each other, and how to best handle it. Of course, I did have certain Ideas and plans for them, but I figured it's best to firm these up before I advance things further from here. Otherwise, I'd just be more prone to having to redirect parts as I figure things out on the go.

But yes, the first official update I guess is out, even if it doesn't contribute anything new yet. But if you are on android then now you can have a peek at this thing, too. I hope you'll enjoy it! :)

And closing out of course just want to put a reminder for Patreon in here. The game is free of course, but if you want to help with the development and make it possible for me to invest more time into making this game then you can do so over here: https://www.patreon.com/Nomax

If you sign up now for the 5+ tier you already get to see the first properly finished character art! The first step at getting the sketches out of the way and make way for properly polished art. For this month Samuel has been chosen by the 10+ peeps, and will be the next one to receive the polishing treatment throughout march!

#conway #visual novel #furry art #video games

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ask-impatient-samurott · 8 months

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Finally allocated some bookshelf space for the ✨Wott Collection✨ and I am now forcing you to look at it. :)

Anyway, thought I'd give an update :> Currently, I have two posts and a video finished, but it's not as much buffer as I would've liked, so I'm gonna be on break for a bit longer.

I'm hoping to have at least ten posts in queue before I come back, but we will see how that goes! If you'd want an update at any time while I'm on break, shoot me an ask! I'll be happy to answer it!

Also, consider this post a semi-permanent "Munday." If you want to send me ask ask relating to myself or the blog (spoiler free of course huehuehue) then feel free! It'll spice up my day ✨

See you soooooooon :3

#mod #hehhehehee wotts

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theshippingcorner · 1 year

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Wednesday Adams x Female Vampire Reader?

I would be lying if I said Wendsday isn't a hyperfixation right now! I can't promise it'll be perfect, might be a big long winded but I like a good build up to the point if you didn't notice lol

Wendsday wasn't exactly one to get attached, she barely put up with Enid sometimes as much as she did care for her friend, so growing close to yet another outcast girl was something she had to get used to tolerating, especially having to tolerate the irritating and complex feelings she always had being around her...regardless she at least learned to make an effort with friendships thanks to Enid, even if they made her feel feelings that she didn't want to address.

That's why today in particular she went out of her way to find you, leaning down over your shoulder while you were busy reading, staring at the book a second before giving a small hum,

"Are you enjoying that book?"

You nearly jumped out of your seat hearing her, she was very good at sneaking up on people when she wanted to and when she didn't want to. You cleared your throat though and smiled at her, nodding a bit.

"Mhm, it's very good if you want to borrow it at any point to read~!"

You put a bookmark in the book for now as she nodded and sat beside you with a hum,

"I might, how have you been doing though?"

She seemed off to you, but when didn't she seem a little bit off when she was around you? Sometimes you had to worry if you did something wrong.

"Good, what about you though? I know you're pretty gloomy as is but you seem gloomy in a bad way right now."

She sort of buffered and had to think about the question before humming softly and shaking her head,

"I'm doing fine just distracted is all, it happens. I'm sure Enid would be happy to tell you how often I seem to ignore her when she's speaking."

She sighed a little but hardly seemed mad, she didn't seem like she could ever really stay mad at Enid. You had to at least smile, even if you didn't like the idea that she would like someone else you still nudged her playfully with a little hum,

"You talk about Enid a whole lot, you sure you don't fancy girls Adams~?"

She was caught off guard, shaking her head quickly and pouting

"Even if I did like girls Enid is far too much for me, I would probably prefer someone more like myself."

Though what exactly that meant she wasn't sure, yeah she liked Enid but not in that way. She didn't really think about love after how badly she failed at it with boys. You however decided to be bold, and take a chance.

"What about girls like me then~?"

Being a vampire, dark and gloomy aesthetic sort of came with the territory, that and you had a bit in common which is how you became friends in the first place! She looked like she really had to think about it before you could see the faintest amount of pink on her pale cheeks as she crossed her arms with a hum,

"I suppose you would be more my type yes, if I were to be with a girl."

You laughed a bit at the sudden shyness, it was a step away from her usually blunt and straightforward personality for sure. Her attitude gave you all the more confidence as you scooted a bit closer and put a finger up to your lips.

"I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to test those feelings~"

She was surprised and a bit flustered, but at this point she has kissed a criminal so what could really go wrong? Besides it would stop you from teasing her, so she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and kissed you softly!

She held the kiss a moment before letting go of your collar and sitting back, her pale face a bright shade of pink as she crossed her arms again.

"There, now you don't need to tease about it."

You laughed a bit, blushing bright pink yourself as you happily poked her cheek.

"Oh yeah~? You want to tell me what you learned from it then?"

There was a hesitation clear in her face, before she caved a bit and sighed, it definitely explained those feelings she didn't want to pay attention to all this time...

"I'm pretty sure I learned that I like you."

#Wendsday #Wendsday x Reader

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cleverthylacine · 1 year

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I've been thinking about the Commander Jaguars|Ravage Clones in Energon and that rounded back to thinking about Ravage herself again. Do you think she deserves a Mace/Morning Star tail weapon once more in a new continuity? What would be the ideal design for her in your opinion?

Random thoughts but I thought you might like to think on her some.

Ravi herself is a stealth model so I don't think she would use a mace or a morningstar as they tend to be noisy and loud weapons. The clones having those makes sense--they attack en masse and they are not stealth agents. But I also think having a heavy object on the end of a long, flexible tail (that is part of a cat's spine no less) would be painful for her as it would be a constant downward pull on her tail.

(I am sensitive to this because I have a bad shoulder as a result of being knocked off my feet by a train that had stopped suddenly starting again. I was carrying a heavy bag, and the weight of it pulled my shoulder and arm away from the rest of me. It didn't dislocate the shoulder completely, but the rotator cuff tore. You don't want something heavy at the far end of a long, moving part of your body.)

My ideal design for her is based on a combo between the IDW Mastermind Creations Reformatted figure and the BW Ravage design, but less, uh, hypermasculine of course.

When she is on all fours, her torso is longer--her spinal struts are extensible, but there should be 3 and the extensible areas are different, so that she does not have any one place on her spine where they're all weakest. Tarn took advantage of that in IDW and we all saw how that ended.

Her opposable thumb/dewclaw pops out when needed, so that she doesn't have to put much weight on it when she walks quadruped. @dimorphodon-x drew some really great hand designs for her and for Glit -- Ravage is shown in IDW piloting a ship, and Glit is the best surgeon IN the Decepticon army.

Anyhow, so, her spine is compact when it bears her entire weight in bipedal mode but longer when she's a cat. Her upper abdomen/lower thorax is where she compresses, so that her proportions are felinoid when stretched out and padding around, but more humanoid when standing upright. It gives her the illusion of a femme figure that way, too. BW Rav is very bulky and Ravage herself is a stealth person, so narrow the shoulders and hips a bit, but narrow the hips less than the shoulders.

I love the knives on her tail but I've always specified that she can sheathe them inside of her tail tip so that she doesn't have to worry about randomly stabbing people when she needs to vent energy out through her tail and also so that she can sometimes use her tail along with or in lieu of her spike.

The one major thing I would change is the location of the missile launchers.

The person who designed that doesn't own cats. On all fours with their long twisty spines, the physics of firing missiles from a hip mount would be unpleasant at best and even if there were built in buffers, over a time it would cause damage and degradation to the lower spine. That's probably why late in (G1-IDW-BW canon) life, as she moves further from a G1 frame through a late IDW frame to the BW frame (if you look at them there's an obvious transition from point A to point C) she elects to be bipedal almost all of the time. The hip missiles will have done for the twistiness of her lower spine and to maintain her strength it'll have to be fused into place so she doesn't Tarn herself when she shoots someone.

I ... wish I could draw.

The one difference between my mental designs for her in VOS and some of the lovely drawings Dimo did of her for that RP, is that her head in biped mode at least is shaped more like BW Rav's, giving her more room in her cranial case.

Also, the thing I like least about the MMC Reformatted Jaguar is that her lower jaw is so freaking tiny. It's like putting a cat's lower jaw on a jaguar's face, wtf. Although G1 Ravage's face is more like that of a thylacine than that of either a big cat or a dog/wolf. There is nothing other than a thylacine that has that much range of motion in its lower jaw.

#ravage designs #ravage #ravi cat

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mobiused · 1 year

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Hi mobi! I tried using Stremio and I like it, but I don't have a super fast internet connection and my gf has complained that when I watch stuff on Stremio it takes all our bandwith. Do you know how to limit the uploading/ascending speed perhaps? I tried looking it up for the torrentio add-on since it's the one I use but it didn't give me the option 🧐 Apologies if that's out of your zone! And thanks for the share anyway, it's super useful.

Sorry! Left you hanging for a while.

So the official Stremio page suggests tweaking these settings, instructions provided in the link... but streaming and downloading will always be a little bit intensive on your connection, though usually a 1Mbps speed is enough to stream something in ~720px without it buffering, so you can try capping it around there, with some headroom depending on how much spare bandwith you actually have.

Also, if you increase the cache size (which is in Settings>Streaming>Caching), you can leave it to load a little longer and it can load whilst you, idk, wash your dishes if you have the download speed limit set, and it can load in the background without stealing too much bandwidth, to watch without buffering when you're ready. (usually, aside from 1080p+ movies, 2GB will be all you need, but make sure you have enough room on the drive that it'll cache on... accidentally let Stremio take up 30GB on my SSD a couple weeks ago)

#tech support #<- if i ever get more qs in future

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hatterstan-shameblog · 1 year

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*gives you this photo and runs away*

You think I won't do it?

You think I won't play the game?

It's only been, what? A year since I wrote a silly backstory for one of these? You know, a totally fake and completely not serious scenario about a guy who looks exactly like this man but isn't actually the real guy because that would be weird?

Well. Luckily for you, I don't have to get ready, because I've stayed ready:

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Hey, Man, I Just Scrub The Sinks: Janitor Discovers A Mysterious Man Who Is Supposedly Waiting Out A Torrential Downpour While Also Being A Little Suspicious, Maybe?

Rating: PG13 for some vague allusions to violence and associated themes

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I have the best job in the world.

No, really. Full-time benefits, unlimited sick leave, weeks of vacation—and I only work on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights.

The pay is, frankly, gratuitous, and I receive regular bonuses. My boss is rather liberal when it comes to rewarding me for my supposedly superb work. I don't even have to do anything above-and-beyond, yet every few weeks, I receive an envelope in the mail full of cash and a lovely typed note thanking me for my attention to detail and strong work ethic.

It's nice, being appreciated like that. Not just financially, although that is quite thoughtful. People aren't always kind to janitors. Employers, clients, random people you come across in the day-to-day; but the second we're gone, society collapses. Disease runs rampant, accidents occur because of improperly maintained equipment, and even on a superficial level, everything gets real gross real fast. My boss must understand that, which is why he treats me the way sanitation workers should be treated everywhere.

All it takes to start a fire is a little spark, after all.

The work I do is in an old gym attached to a long-abandoned high school. It's on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak, but the area is generally safe. In fact, I hardly ever run into anyone, which is just as well—I start at 3 o'clock in the morning, and I can't imagine anyone hanging around this place at such an early hour has good intentions.

...Aside from me, of course. I'm the good guy. I pull my cart of cleaning fluids and scrubbing materials up the cracked sidewalk and tap my finger on the scanner with pride. Way easier than a key, especially when the weather's as rough as it is tonight. The wind's cold as ice and it rains so hard it feels like I'm being pelted at from every angle.

At least it's nice and dry inside. For an old, cavernous place, it sure does seem to be built solidly. Not a single drip falls from the rafters, the windows high up on the walls sealed tight against whatever the elements decide to throw their way.

I used to get a little creeped out by how quiet and dark it was when I first started this gig, but there's another benefit to my work; I only have to take care of the locker rooms! One for the home team, one for the visiting team—they're identical, really, all done up in a cherry red color scheme that makes it kinda look like the bathroom in The Shining, but not in a bad way.

A bit unusual, but before I roll my accouterments into the home team lockers, I notice that the light is on. That's strange. In the three years I've worked here, I've never once been joined by anyone else. Even the boss doesn't come here, preferring to communicate with me through the mail.

I open the door carefully, cautious as to what I might find. My cart of supplies rattles noisily behind me, so there's no way whoever managed to sneak inside hasn't heard me approach.

At first glance, there's nothing amiss. The sinks to my left are as spotless as I left them on Monday, each silver faucet gleaming perfect chrome beneath the moody fluorescent lighting. Floor looks fine, but it'll look especially nice once I get the buffer out and give those teeny-tiny tiles a good polish. I'm almost ready to assume that I forgot to turn the light off the last time, but something moving in the mirror's reflection catches my eye.

"Uh. Hey," I call out, voice echoing in the cold, empty space. "Anybody there?"

I hear a soft rustling and from between the aisles of candy-red lockers emerges a person. At least, I'm inclined to think it's a person, given that it appears to have flesh-covered arms that are rubbing a red towel over his head.

"Ah, yes," says the towel figure, "Sorry, I was just, uh..."

The man stops and stands in front of the row of lockers, unobscuring his face. He almost appears a little shy, as if he's unsettled by my presence.

"I got caught in the storm," he explains further. He rubs the towel covering his dripping-dark hair, a few water droplets shaken loose and landing on his smooth, naked chest. "My car broke down and my phone died, so I thought I'd take a chance and try to find somewhere to wait it out. This is the only place I could get into."

"Not a lot of choices around here, I'm afraid," I answer. It's kinda weird to look at him, if I'm being honest—no matter which team you play for, a fine-looking man without a shirt is a fine-looking man without a shirt. I don't know how to feel about it, so I busy myself with unloading the heavy bottles of bleach from the bottom of my cart onto the long wooden bench that stands between me and this unfamiliar, wet man.

"Yeah, I figured that out the hard way," the man says with a light chuckle. He moves the towel from his head and wraps it around his shoulders. On the plus side, it gives the illusion that the man is wearing something over the top half of his body, and I begin to feel a smidge less strange about looking at him directly.

"You from around here?"

"Not far," the man replies. "I've got an apartment on the other side of town. Nice area. I like being close to the ocean."

"I do, too," I respond, "Although we do tend to get more of this weather. Usually doesn't give me much trouble, but it can be inconvenient."

"Like when strangers show up at your job at 3AM and get muddy water all over your nice clean floor?"

I smirk.

"I've gotta clean 'em anyways. Might as well make it worth my while."

It's then that I notice something a little off about the guy—not off, probably just me making a big deal out of nothing—but I can't stop myself from asking.

"Why are your pants so dry?" I get out my box of cleaning rags and open it, selecting a stack and flopping it unceremoniously onto the wooden bench in front of me. "I mean, your hair is soaked, and I assume that means your shirt got caught in the crossfire, too. But the pants look fine."

The man laughs.

"You're right, my pants are very dry. But my shirt is, too. I had my coat and an umbrella to protect me from the elements." He sighs, now almost appearing bashful, "I know it's not the most polite thing to do, but I decided to have a quick shower. I didn't think anyone would be around to mind. Hopefully I didn't leave the place in shambles."

"Hardly the worst mess I've had to clean up here, trust me."

The man cocks his head to the left slightly.

"Sounds like you've got some stories."

I pull out a spray bottle and begin to fill it. A few tablespoons of bleach in the bottom, then a few cups of water on top. Give it a good shake and it's ready to go.

"Everybody's got stories in my line of work," I answer. "Mold, mildew, stains. Various bodily fluids; blood, mostly. I figured that's why they made everything here red, to keep it from showing until I get here to clean it all up."

It's not a very clever joke, but the man chuckles along anyways.

"But, hey, man, what do I know? I just scrub the sinks." I illustrate my point by giving the first one a generous spritzing-down and then rubbing it down with a white cleaning rag until it shines. "It's not my job to ask questions."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Nope," I give him a look in the mirror before I start scrubbing the second sink, "I don't care what's covering the floor, as long as I have the supplies to clean it up. Which I always do, by the way."

"You seem very well-prepared."

"I like this job. Sure, it's not for everyone, but it suits me well and pays even better. What more could a guy want?"

The wet stranger nods his agreement.

"What do you do?"

"I work for a private entity. I deal in personnel, among other things."

"Sounds tough."

"Some days, yes," The man smiles warmly. "Today was a good one, though. I got to meet a model employee. He'll no doubt be getting a promotion soon."

"Glad to hear that," I say, and I find that I really mean it, too. I don't know the first thing about this guy, but I feel like he's one of the good ones. Weird, but good.

"In fact," the man continues, "I believe the rain has let up. I imagine I can make it back to my car and start typing up the report."

I bring a fourth faucet to a sparkling shine, even after a stubborn splatter of blood had me scrubbing with a thick serving of elbow grease.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here, but I imagine you'd be a bit more comfortable elsewhere. Especially when I get the floor scrubber out—loud enough to wake the dead, I'm telling you!"

The man stands up.

"Then let me leave you to it," he says cheerfully. He offers a polite goodbye, and for a second, I'm almost sorry to see him go...even though it will be a lot easier to sweep up without an extra pair of feet getting in the way.

The man walks back into the depths of the lockers to collect his things while I finish up the sinks and get to work on inspecting the lockers. Only a few blood drops here and there, which are easily wiped away by my trusty scrubber sponge and a bit of disinfectant. It was pretty fresh, too, not yet the whole way dry, so it came up in no time.

I was just about to move onto the next row when I remember the fingerprint scanner. He won't be able to leave because he's not in the system. I slip off my rubber gloves and make my way through the back entrance to let him out.

But I'm too late. By the time I turn the corner, I see the wet stranger placing his index finger on the scanner and the light that indicates whether the doors are locked flashing sour apple green. True to his word, he carries an umbrella and has a rather warm-looking overcoat covering his person, and when he turns to look back at me, I feel something in my blood cool.

"I'll see you soon," the man says, and walks out the doors with a casual wave of farewell in my direction. The rain has slowed to a miserable drizzle, and he curiously opts to forgo his umbrella to casually stroll out into the night.

And once the doors close and lock behind him, I realize that my shoes are starting to feel wet. I hear the shower running; how odd that he'd have left it on. My shoes are going to need aired out for a while after this, for sure. I look down and realize I'm not, unfortunately, standing in a misplaced puddle of water.

I'm standing in blood.

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Do not ask me where the hell this came from because I have no idea......but I hope you liked it.

Again, I'm just making some wild stuff up based on the picture. The guy in the picture is not Nobuaki Kaneko, he's a fake guy who doesn't exist who LOOKS like Nobuaki Kaneko. So, like, don't sue me or whatever.

#writings and such #a small horror for today seems right i think #also dont think this picture doesnt haunt me becsude...........wow. i mean.#thats a........thats a very beautiful man.

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blazehedgehog · 2 years

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Not a question, but I did want to drop in and say that it is really good to see you hitting a bit of a rhythm with your latest content. I know it's probably especially tough with what's been going on in your personal life, but keep it up. You have the talent to create content that people really want to see. Even if it's only once per month or even less frequently, keep it consistent. Get in that groove. Myself and others are eagerly awaiting your future content. Thanks for the dedication.

No problem. I'd like to keep doing this as long as I can but there's obviously a lot of stress and worry.

(Inserting a note at the start: Sorry if this bums anyone out.)

Like to give some context here, I'm living in a room at my brother's place now. It's about the size of the room I was living in when my Mom was alive, but there are fewer luxuries. Like, obviously, when it was just me and my mom, I had a lot more storage space! But my brother has three kids and a wife, so I'm having to cull certain things and find space where I can. It's not as bad as I feared, but it's not great.

Mostly I keep to myself. I always swore that I'd make the perfect roommate some day because I don't like to make a fuss in other people's lives. I am absolutely, 100% fine keeping to myself and staying in my room. Even living with my Mom, she'd often joke that she "lived alone" because I was in my room busy with something.

That's generally the same here at my brother's, but I no longer have someone else buying groceries for the household. Generally speaking I am trying to minimize the impact I have on my brother's family, so when I can, I'm buying my own food. His wife cooks dinner for everyone, but I am paying for my own breakfast, lunches, and snacks. I have my whole own refrigerator, so it's actually kind of nice being able to buy frozen foods and stuff and not worry about taking away their fridge space.

But that also means I have now have zero disposable income! Every dollar matters. What little I had in savings are now being slowly bled out. If you've been noticing me pushing Patreon a little harder in these last two videos, now you know why! It is significantly more important that videos do well for me now. Which is a good motivator for me to not drag my feet on certain things.

I'm not broke yet. My savings are starting to reach what I would consider "the danger zone" and I've been tightening belts on basically everything, but also the Sonic Origins video did well enough that it'll extend my buffer of money. But the pressure is on to get moving.

This was all stuff me and my Mom talked about before we knew she was dying. After she had such bad back pain from her sciatica and then they broke her leg, there was this sense that she had been traumatized, and we're wondering if she'll ever walk again, ever drive again, etc. So we sat down one day and had a "things will never be the same and we're going to have to change" talk.

And during that I mentioned doubling down on Youtube and actually trying to make it work. So I collected all the disparate ideas I'd been sitting on for years because I was too busy with other projects or whatever and realized I had ideas for five or six different series and a couple dozen one-off videos. My mom supported this all the way. She said to me, "I've always told everyone you're going to be famous some day."

And through tears I told her "I want you to be there when I do it." Because even then, she'd already been in physical therapy for a couple weeks, and something didn't seem right.

And that interaction is the thing that echoes in my mind every time I feel like I'm running out of steam or I'm doubting myself. "You're going to be famous some day."

Sorry if this is making the readers emotional. I've had to do a lot of reckoning with myself these last few months, particularly these last six weeks, because there's literally no other way forward for me. Would I rather be struggling to relaunch my Youtube channel, or working a real, stable 9-to-5? While pandemic numbers are going back up again, but now you can't get people to wear masks anymore, and a full tank of gas is $190?

I'm good at this. I know I'm good at this. I've practically been a trailblazer in some of these arenas. I just have to, finally, at long last, dare to believe in myself. Which may be the most scary thing I've ever had to wrestle with in my entire life, because I have lived in the guilt of being this high school dropout that the rest of my family badmouthed to my mother. It's literally decades worth of baggage.

But I can't let that control me anymore. It's do or die time.

Let's hope it isn't the latter.

#questions #Anonymous #personal #emotional #things I've wanted to say for a while

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definitelynotgideon · 3 months

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This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ I'm going to be so sad when my evenings fill up for work after this break, I'm having a good time writing this fic lol. Hope y'all are liking it too 👉👈

CW/ Language, Mention or Reference to Abuse but not detailed. Slight spoiler for Swordsmith Arc I think?

Word Count: 1,780

The Demons We Face | Chapter 3, Partners

Morning sunlight filtered into the room, waking Gideon up first. He gently sat up, blinking to adjust to the lighting and his eyes ventured over to Genya.

For having such an heir of intimidation yesterday, he looked so calm in his sleep. He was laying down his side, both hands up near his chest and face as if he'd want to cuddle something if given the chance. Perhaps back home he had a couple of pillows on his bed. The thought made Gideon smile, it was sweet.

Further inspection of the room told the silver haired slayer that their hostess had finished laundering their clothing. But Gideon simply needed a little more time in the morning to get going, and he didn't want to rustle around too much and wake Genya up. He was sure that his sleep was needed if he didn't wake up with the sun…

He crept out of the room carefully, and walked into the kitchen area where he found the kind old woman preparing breakfast. He greeted her warmly.

“May I please have some coffee?” He asked, to which she smiled and got him a cup. Since this village was a bit further away from larger cities, certain electric advances hadn't quite made their way in, so she put a kettle over her fire and prepared a pour over pot for him.

“It'll just be a moment, dear.”

“Thank you ma'am.”

He sat at the table, kneeling on the cushion and looking out the window. He'd offer to help, but he knew that she would insist on him not doing that. All members of this family were the same way in mannerism; simply grateful to be giving back to the corps. So he'd do his part by simply being a pleasant guest and talking with her.

“Seems like today will be a nice day, do you have any plans?”

She smiled to him. “I might go into the town for a bit, pick up some things from the market. Will you boys be staying another night?”

Gideon hummed in thought. “I could see us hanging around for parts of the day, but hopefully we have enough to go on tonight to hunt the reported demon down. I hope that's alright.”

“Never any trouble, sweet boy. The demon slayers are always welcome here.”

She poured water over the grounds when the water was hot enough, expertly easing the stream in a circle to soak the beans just right as the previous liquid dropped to the glass caraf below. She handed him his cup and he inhaled the unique woodsy and robust scent of the coffee.

Gideon looked around the kitchen while he sipped and saw that her kindling for her fire was low. Soft eyes blinked and looked to her. “Shall I fetch you more wood?”

She looked up at him gratefully. “Please, if you wouldn't mind.”

He finished his cup and gave it to her as he stood. “I'll be back, then.”

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Genya woke up shortly after Gideon headed outside. He peered over and saw his empty bedding and listened, not really hearing anything inside… what he did hear was the soft thudding sound, buffered by walls, of wood chopping.

He pulled himself up and out of the room to investigate the happenings.

“Good morning young man,” the lady cooed to him, setting out the meal she'd prepared for them. “Your little friend is outside cutting some kindling for me. He will be back soon. Come sit and eat, before the meal cools.”

Genya nods, but feels a little torn. Cutting wood? He's going to miss breakfast, and he already missed dinner last night. He looks towards the door and then his amethyst eyes go back to her. “I'll go get him. He needs to eat too.”

He slips his white boots on and ventures to the back of the house. Gideon had undone the top part of his kimono and tied it around his waist to stay cool while he chopped wood. He was seated and using a small hatchet to produce small pieces for the woman to use in her fire.

Well toned like any of the other slayers their age, the small sheen of sweat highlighted Gideons muscles well. Just in case Genya didn't get enough of an eyeful when he confronted nude Gideon last night. Genya's gaze went to his hands as they worked, and then Gideon looked over to him.

“Good morning Genya! How did you sleep?”

Genya was startled slightly. “I-I- slept fine… um. Did you sleep okay?” He rubbed the back of his nape. What even was his life? What even was this?

To make matters worse Gideon seemed oblivious, because he stood and stretched with a happy stretch sound. Genya decidedly looked away from him. Pretty guy…

N-No I- I mean… wait am I attracted to him?! What the hell?

“I slept well, thanks for asking!” He said, smiling to him in such a well meant way. “were you looking for me?”

Genya snapped back into it. “Oh yeah, yes. Breakfast is done. I didn't want you to miss out…”

Gideon smiled, finally kind of understanding what was happening to his new friend. “That's sweet of you~” he teased.

Genya then got even more flustered and crossed his arms. “Y-yeah? Well you're wrong- I'm not ‘sweet,’ I just ... I need my partner to be in top condition for our mission. Can't have you passing out. You might die.”

Humor danced in Gideon's eyes and he grinned. “Is that so?” He asked, bending into a squat to pick up his cut kindling. “Glad that I've graduated to partner. Was it the shared slumber?~”

“I- Shut up!”

Gideon laughed, musical and loud and genuine. He playfully bumped Genya with his hip as he moved past him, his smile warm. “I'm only teasing you. Thank you for looking out for me.” He said, feeling very warm and fuzzy from the interaction.

Genya blushed and just tried to turn away enough that Gideon wouldn't see. He followed shortly after Gideon rounded the corner.

Once inside, Gideon offloaded his efforts and the old lady praised him for it, thanking him. He smiled endearingly to her, telling her it wasn't any trouble. Genya sat down, and after Gideon cleaned himself up with an offered towel and basin water, he decided to sit next to Genya.

Sure, he did it to be funny, but he also did it out of trust and fondness. Genya was growing on him. He was fun to tease and seemed to have a genuinely good heart underneath all the protective barriers he has up. Gideon wanted to get to know him more.

But poor Genya was frozen. Gideon was so close to him, and he acted like any small change would cause him to move. Like a butterfly landing on a shoulder, and just trying to encourage it to stay…

Gideon carefully served up his own plate from the offered goods, stocking himself up on protein and fiber first. Genya followed his actions, choosing a wide variety of a bit of everything from the table.

The older lady moved to another part of the house so that the two could speak about corps business… but Genya was curious first.

“...Did she ask for your help with the wood? I'm surprised doesn't have a family member help her out with it…”

Gideon shook his head softly, swallowing his bite. “Nah. I asked if she wanted help. I couldn't resist … she reminds me a lot of the old lady who took me in when I was younger.”

Took him in? He was guessing that Gideon’s parents had been killed by demons. It was a common story.

“So like .. your parents? What happened to them?”

Gideon shrugged. “Honestly, I don't know. They're probably still alive.” His eyes flash to where the old lady disappeared. “...my father threw me out when I was eleven.”

Genya looked over to him, a bit shocked. Abuse? Did Gideon and him share a similar horror story? His own dad had become abusive towards their mother especially, and Genya's older brother had done most of the protecting against that wrath. In the end, he got what he deserved… just an asshole in the wrong place.

“...I'm sorry. My dad was shit too.”

Gideon looked over to Genya softly. “Sorry for you too.” He gazes down in a solemn moment, but then gives Genya a little smile. “But hey. We made it, right? Who needs them?”

Gideon didn't know the full extent of Genya's trauma… and yet the words from his mouth were still encouraging and unassuming.

A moment passes between them, they both nibble at their cooling food. Genya asks him another question.

“What happened to make him throw you out?”

It was Gideon's then to freeze, but only slightly. He was slightly nervous, because what he'd provide Genya with in full confidence could be easily turned against him out of fear. But Gideon wasn't afraid of shit like this. Not anymore.

“...My parents set up an arranged marriage for me. They wanted me to marry for some sort of wealth exchange. But… I told my father I wanted to marry a man instead. And… yeah.”

Gideon is still sort of frozen. He can't quite look at Genya, but Genya is looking at him in a mix of shock and blankness. He wasn't expecting that.

Finally after a moment Gideon dares to look to him. He searches his eyes trying to gage what Genya would do. But his amathyst eyes don't look angry.

“...Genya?”

“I'm… I wasn't expecting that. Sorry. Um…” he looks away and softly chuckles.

“It's okay. I… understand if you don't want to be friends with me.”

Genya's eyes immediately lock back onto Gideon's. He sits up a bit. “It doesn't bother me that you're gay. But fucking slow your roll buddy. ‘friends?’ hmm? The fuck do you think this is?”

He's totally bullshitting him, and they both hold their laughter until it bubbles over.

“You're right, how dare I?” Gideon says through laughter. “Because obviously I've attained partner. Which is vague but I'd like to think it's just a little above friendship.” He holds up his fingers with a bit of space between a pinch to emphasize his point.

Genya smirks. “You crafty bastard. Well played. Fine. Partners, then. The slightly above friend kind, I guess.”

“I don't make the rules, Genya.”

“Except you are literally making the rules right now.”

They giggle a little more, and then Gideon finishes another bite of egg before calling his breakfast done. “So. We should make a plan for today and tonight. What are your thoughts?”

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