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the-expose-on-girls · 9 months

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Pet Peeve:

When people buy a car that will not meet their practical needs and then expect family and friends to bail them out. Also, when people don't research a car's reliability, buy whatever looks cute or cool, then are surprised when the low-quality vehicle they invested money in dies on them. Women are especially good at this, as you will see below...

Example A

This girl is just starting out her senior year of high school. She already knows what college she wants to attend the following year. It's out of state, within derivable distance but it's pretty much a road trip endeavor. Her parents offer to buy her a car (so she won't have to drive theirs anymore) or she buys one herself with money from her after school job, but either way she is in full control of choosing the car. She will most likely go with something "cute" and tiny in some variation that fits her (or her parents') budget.

When it comes time to make the big move into her college dorm, she'll beg everyone she knows who has a reasonably sized car to help her move. Translation: haul all her junk across the state line for her, since her own car can barely fit one suitcase. Through summer vacations and returns to college, she will need help each and every time. She doesn't realize in the slightest that she put herself in this predicament by choosing a car that can't do squat and that she's a burden to everyone who cares about her because of her poor choice.

Example B

This girl lives in a fairly rural area in a part of the country that has mild weather a solid 85% of the time, but also gets regular seasonal storms of rain or snow. She's the type who likes to go hiking in a matching Nike set of yoga pants and light-colored shoes. Take a wild guess at what type of car she chooses...

A little ice or more than an inch of snow and she's in a ditch, calling her boyfriend or her father to come save her. Again. Plus, getting up those bumpy mountain roads to the trailheads in her princess buggy is a no-go, so she always has to ride with a friend. Or she does attempt it in her little car, only to get stuck or high-centered along the way.

Example C

Whether it's her first car or a replacement for her previous victim, she's not about to do the research and make a well-informed purchase. She chooses whatever is "cute" and cheap. Sometimes "cute" refers more to small size than visual appeal, as they buy the ugliest little sedan ever made then brag about their new "baby" all over their social media anyway. She has zero loyalty to a reputable, quality brand whose cars are worth investing in. To her, if it runs, it's a great car.

Until it's not. She didn't do her research, so she buys a "cute" car known for dying on the freeway or having a specific engine part that's hard to replace fail at low mileage. Then of course, she is surprised by her sudden car troubles. The only way out that she can see is to cry to friends and family to help her through her uNfoRsEeAblE loss of transportation. "Oh no, I never thought this would happen to meee!"

The three main issues with her choice of car is that it can't carry anything, can't handle anything more intense than a city street on a sunny day, and is by nature a very unreliable machine. But she was so excited to get something cute to make Starbucks runs in, that she did not think ahead or do her research. So every time she and her car encounter the slightest little obstacle, she has to call for help. It's quite possible that she secretly relishes getting to play the damsel in distress. The attention from everyone doting on her and "saving" her makes her feel very special.

Yes, guys sometimes do this, as well. However, they don't do it as often and they don't leverage it to get attention. I know a couple guys who invested in dinky little squirrel-powered cars when they were at the age to be preparing to move out on their own. Moving day came and they needed a ton of help from people with capable, normal-size vehicles. OR it can happen when a guy finally gets his dream sports car, which of course won't do well on winter roads and will be zero help for moving. But either way, guys don't use it as leverage to get everyone to dote on them and do all their work for them. Yes, many guys try to use a nice/loud car to get attention for being "cool", but it rarely causes repeated inconvenience to their friends and family.

#dumb girls #damsel in distress #fake girls

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askthefuturegleeks · 2 years

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ooc information NAME: Char

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: she/her

SHIPS: Oliver w/ chem

ANTI-SHIPS: Oliver w/o chem

basic ic information NAME: Oliver Bray

BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC: March 18, 1989 Pisces

CURRENT OCCUPATION: Tech Mogul

CURRENT LOCATION: New York, recently having moved from LA

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single but not available

FC: Matthew Lewis

twitter post @THEOLIVERBRAY: (How about those Lakers?.) #IDON'TREALLYCARE

in character questions Answer these in character, and feel free to add gifs into your answers.

1.) What did you want to do with your life when you were younger? What would the child version of yourself think about the path you paved for yourself?

I wanted to do whatever would get me out of where I was the quickest when I was a child. So, I would say I succeeded and would be proud. The place I was going was anywhere but there, which is exactly where I am.

2.) What is your proudest accomplishment? Don’t be afraid to talk about what it took to achieve it and how you feel about it as well.

Opening my tech startup. Even though I've gotten here from there, if I never would have taken the leap to get things going I never would have made it.

3.) If you could do anything you wanted for one whole day, what would it be and why?

That isn't something I'm at liberty to answer. t really anyway.

where are they now?

Oliver was born in Lima Ohio, in Lima Heights, into a family that was never truly equipped to have a child. Both of his parents were into drugs, both using and selling. Their house was always a mess, and from the youngest possible age Oliver was forced to take care of himself in all ways possible. He also spent a good deal of his time taking care of his parents.

Oliver always excelled in school and was more than determined to make himself a success, a name, and a way out of Lima as soon as possible. As an elementary schooler he began working whatever odd jobs he could come up with, and doing whatever others would pay him for, to begin saving up cash for himself.

When Oliver turned 14 his parents began to pull him into their dealing deals and schemes, recognizing that if things went south he would likely incur little to no punishment. Luckily, their theory was never tested. Oliver hated what he was asked to do, but ultimately understood how to play the game, and used it as an opportunity to continue squirreling away his own money.

While attending McKinley he became the provider for the school, thin rough his parents, but no one would have ever suspected anything due to his grades. He graduated high school near the top of his class, in the top 2%, and then moved on to college full ride. He continued working full time despite his scholarship and considerable sum of money he had saved up over the years, only to continue contributing to his own wealth

Oliver graduated with his Bachelor's in Business once again at the top of his class, and proceeded on to his Master's Degree Engineering. Throughout his life Oliver had a specific interest in technology, which is something he pursued on his own outside of his primary courses, paying for his own classes and certifications as he climbed the business ranks.

By the time he graduated his Master's Program Oliver had amassed a small fortune for himself, cut off contact with his family completely, and had proposed a patent for a small app that helped with secure tracking and location services. Once the app began to take off, Oliver moved to LA to begin his tech startup and make a name for himself in the Silicon Valley.

Oliver spent 5 years there, where he skyrocketed financially and within his business, earning himself a name as one of the leading tech moguls in the industry. Having developed 5 apps and with investments in several robotics companies and AI patents, he felt the urge to expand. Having heard many people from his high school had moved to New York, he decided to do the same. It has been almost a year and he and his business are thriving...Professionally at least.

#glee rp #oc rp #fandom rp #atfg admin #accepted

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mrsjojokujo · 3 years

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Kskwkwkwkuwuw- I uh-

If you aren't up to taking any requests, i saw your post of having 100 bbys with okuyasu in sims so,,

Maybe a platonic,,, platonic Stardust Crusaders with a vampire kid? Maybe the bby is so sweet and refuses to actually drink human blood and settles for squirrels or maybe donated blood from hospitals-

You can ignore this though- Its understandable that you and okuyasu need to kidnap kids in sims-

PLS I SWEAR IM NOT KIDNAPPING THEM THEY’RE BIOLOGICAL...also the three toddlers in the Nijimura household can wait, i gotta indulge in this

Jotaro

-Jotaro is a bit worried for you, wanting to make sure you get the right nutrition and that you’re healthy

-Jotaro would even considering giving his own blood up for you, he just wants to make sure you’re fed

-He keeps a very specific schedule on when you need to be fed even when you’re a little too old to need one

-Jotaro makes sure you have a lot of meat in your diet and sometimes...he doesn’t tell you just so he doesn’t hurt your kind heart

- “No, no Y/N we do not bite!”

-Jotaro just loves you so much that he can’t help but worry but it’s all worth it when you fall asleep on his chest at the end of the day

Kakyoin

-Kakyoin is even more worried than Jotaro, making sure to slather you in sunscreen even when you’re inside the house

- “Aah! Y/N be careful! We can’t have you getting burnt, sweetheart.”

-Kakyoin will get you to drink blood by carefully mixing it into others things but...his red apron is a bit...scary

-But Kakyoin just wants what’s best for you, trying to take care of you the best he can

-He’s also...very careful of your teeth

-He really is trying though, please appreciate him

Polnareff

-Polnareff is very dumb and he almost...uh puts you in DIRECT SUNLIGHT A COUPLE TIMES

-LIKE PLEASE POLNAREFF REMEMBER THAT THE BABY HAS TO BE PROTECTED

-He also tries to convince you to drink peoples blood a lot, promising you that he’ll give you candy afterwards

- “Come on, kiddo. Please? If you drink the bad mans blood I’ll give you a lollypop!”

-And of course, you refuse. Your morale is too strong to be bribed by a lollypop...maybe ice cream though...

-Even though Polnareff isn’t the most...responsible he makes up for it in love!!

Avdol

-Avdol always remembers absolutely everything about you, remembering when you’re supposed to eat, what you’re supposed to eat and the best and safest times in the day to go out

-He wants you to grow up as normal as possible, he doesn’t want you to feel any less normal than other kids your age

-Avdol completely understands why you don’t want to drink blood, he wouldn’t want to either!!

-He always makes sure to go to blood banks and stuff, taking only a tiny bit of blood

-Sometimes he even gives up his own blood for you

-Avdol is so sweet and caring and warm, good parental figure 1000%

Joseph

-He already knows a lot about kids but...you’re a bit different...he’s never had a vampire child

-Much like Polnareff what he lacks in responsibility he makes up for in love

-He’ll also try to sneak blood in your food or drinks just because he wants you to be healthy

-Let’s be honest though, he’s going to dress you up more like a vampire to fully enjoy the aesthetic

-He’s pretty careful with you though, besides sometimes almost dropping you

-I promise he loves you he just...isn’t very responsible

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sineala · 3 years

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Hello Sine, I read your post few days back on Howard. I didn’t know the MCU had an influence on the comics. I’m really surprised. My question is; were comic Tony or Steve subjected to some changes? Were they influenced by the MCU like Howard or is it mostly for unknown/side characters with no solid foundation? Thank you

Oh, yeah, comics have changed a lot in response to the MCU.

They have a habit of coming out with new events to run at the same time as MCU canon that are theoretically supposed to draw in new readers, I assume, but in practice really have nothing to do with whatever MCU thing is coming out and are generally very confusing. When CACW came out they ran Civil War II, which was a fight between Tony and Carol (who did not, at the time, exist in the MCU) about an Inhuman who I am pretty sure does not exist in the MCU. When Infinity War came out they ran Infinity Wars, which also featured a bunch of people who did not exist in the MCU and was about running a weird bodysharing AU inside the Soul Stone.

They also like to reprint older issues to coincide with MCU events, which is nice of them, but, like, God help you if you watch Age of Ultron and then decide to read Age of Ultron. There are collections of Sam’s complete Cap tenure coming out now, which is very nice, but if you are here from the MCU you may be confused about the part where Sam becomes Cap because Steve is unexpectedly 95 years old (okay, so maybe that part is easy to get now that Endgame has happened) and then also Steve is young again but secretly Hydra and simultaneously Captain America. (They are not reprinting the Steve run that was going on at the same time, as far as I can tell.) And then they push other series into prominence because people like the MCU versions -- and, I mean, I am enjoying the hell out of the current Guardians run, but its major characters include Moondragon, Phyla-Vell, and Rich Rider, so good luck, MCU fans.

Fandom is pretty sure that they stopped FF for a few years because they didn’t have the movie rights and also that they went around retconning a bunch of characters to not be mutants back when they also didn’t have the movie rights to the X-Men; the two most famous are Wanda and Pietro, but, I mean, there was also a Squirrel Girl issue devoted to explaining that she definitely was not a mutant now. They probably also pushed a lot of Inhuman characters and tried to position Inhumans as sort of the next mutants, narratively, because they had movie rights to those.

The main Avengers team is now pretty much mostly made up of characters they want to push in the MCU as well as characters people will know from the MCU. You can tell they also tried to do this at the beginning of Hickman’s Avengers run because he started with the MCU team from the Avengers movie before shoving like twenty additional people onto the team, and then they came out with Avengers Assemble which was very continuity-light and featured a lot of MCU dynamics (like, Bruce being anyone the Avengers regularly hang out with, which was definitely not the case before the MCU). They added Coulson to the comics, too. And Nadia is definitely not the same as Hope, but, uh, her name means “hope” in Russian which is, as we say now, very sus.

Also the Infinity Stones are now Gems and their colors, I think, match the MCU.

In terms of specific changes to Tony and Steve’s comics:

The RT node was obviously clearly introduced because of the arc reactor, and I would bet that Zeke Stane was created because suddenly people cared about Obadiah Stane a lot more. (Am sort of surprised they didn’t decide to resurrect him, actually.) The comments from Marvel editorial in the letters column during Bendis’ IM run were explicitly clear about the fact that they were trying to make 616 Tony sound more like RDJ in terms of quippiness and general personality. There is at least one armor that is a straight-up port of MCU armor.

Coates’ current Cap run has brought Peggy Carter back to life -- she died several years ago -- made her young, and also not made her a blonde anymore. You know, so she looks more like MCU Peggy. (The hair color thing is particularly weird in light of the fact that Steve originally noticed Sharon specifically because she looked so much like Peggy.) You get a lot more comics putting Steve’s origin in Brooklyn (although this is not 100% consistent and never was) and also I read an entire miniseries that seemed to be under the impression that in 616 it was the Red Skull’s fault Steve got iced. (It was Baron Zemo.)

There are probably more but that’s all I can think of right now.

#Anonymous #replies

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aerysian · 3 years

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headcanons i have as i write 'not my type'

there are a few things in not my type (ffn / ao3) that i don't explicitly state or mention. i thought that i should share them somewhere so people can keep them in mind, too, as they read. so here they are:

- the powerpuff girls in order of age: blossom, buttercup, bubbles. buttercup milks it all the time. the rowdyruff boys in order of age: brick, butch, boomer. boomer hates being the baby.

- the powerpuff girls in order of height: blossom, bubbles, buttercup. the rowdyruff boys in order of height: boomer, butch, brick. i had to think about this one hard because i love butch as a short king, too. but in nmt!verse, brick is the shortest. boomer is hands down the tallest at 6ft-something. then it's butch at 6ft or so. brick is just shy of that, probably around 5'10. it gives him and blossom a really balanced look because she's around his height ― maybe 5'8? then it's bubbles, and buttercup is the shortest, though she loses to bubbles by like half an inch. it's a difference bubbles holds over her like how buttercup takes advantage of being a little older.

- blossom used to be immune to the cold, and brick used to be immune to the heat. it was part of the superpowers package. but then something malfunctioned, and suddenly they couldn't handle their internal power source anymore. probably part of a late adolescent phase? blossom started freezing while brick was burning up, so we get that trope of 'haha, now they needa hold onto each other to balance out their haywire elements >:)' and now they're sensitive to their respective elements. it's counterintuitive, but it's how it is for now. the professor thinks they can build up their immunity again with exposure training, but they don't have time for that right now.

- speaking of powers, they still have them, but they're not as OP as they were as kids. they all have laser eyes, flight, super strength, super hearing, etc. and there are limitations to each. i try to mention it in the story. i could expand a bit into how each character is affected / what their powers do if anyone is interested. one example in what i've posted so far is how brick can hear almost everything in the area. over time, he's learned to tune things out, but he can't use super hearing to, say, listen in on a conversation in crowded train unless he really focuses in on a person's voice.

- individual powers and abilities! only mentioning briefly, but they're pretty in line with canon and other fans' headcanons:

brick - fire breath (sometimes reactive to his anger or annoyance), split-second decision making (often butts heads with blossom because she thinks things through, but this is useful when blossom's stuck in her head. can't weigh pros/cons when the monster is seconds away from attacking. reminds me of miraculous ladybug in that he looks around and things just click)

butch - shield manipulation (the others can make some variance of shields for blocking, too, but butch is The Impenetrable Shield and is capable of expanding it beyond himself. the biggest shield he’s ever made covered an entire city block. he’s constantly testing his capabilities), super strength and athleticism (they all have this, but the greens specifically train this aspect a lot so they have a lot more brute force than their siblings. they also start with naturally more strength)

boomer - super speed (again, they're all fast, but boomer is sonic), electric manipulation (his element. sparky sparky boom man), charm (butch swears he's the one with the charm, but that's just failed flirting. the blues have higher emotional intelligence and empathy than their siblings, so they usually handle some of the trickier situations, like calming someone down. boomer isn't kind, though; he used to take advance of his charm to manipulate people)

blossom - ice breath (also reactive to heightened emotions), intelligence (considered the brains of the group, but god, does she get lost in her thoughts. she's careful to a fault, so she has backup upon backup plans, but curve balls throw her for a loop. she gets so stuck analyzing everything that she sometimes freezes. brick balances that out now, teaches her that sometimes the best plan is no plan), ruthlessly logical (she used to be idealistic and think they could save everyone, but after one particularly bad experience where spreading themselves too thin led to a greater loss than she expected, her thinking changed. now she has to consider every pro/con and will only briefly hesitate to make sacrifices. it’s not an easy decision to make, and her sisters hate how she acts — too logical, not very everything nice of her — but this is the burden of being a leader. brick is the opposite; he’s selfish. he will push his brothers to their absolute limits to save everyone, consequences be damned. can expand on this.)

buttercup - super strength and athleticism (stronk girl, throws hands like no one’s business), shadow stealth (for all her loudness, her shadow stealth is frighteningly silent. she hates using it but will for strategy and spying. it’s much more effective at night as she can slip in and out of the darkness. it’s possible for her to use during the day, though, if she stays within shadows. haven’t decided what exactly happens as she uses this. maybe melts into the shadows with only glowing eyes visible if she uses other powers like night vision. gets really tired afterwards if she’s been shadow stealthing for long distances because she’s literally changing her form)

bubbles - sound manipulation (idk what the difference is between hypersonic and supersonic, but screeching sound waves. also really, really good at voice impersonations. thinks it’s funny but can be used strategically. hard for them to control, though, because she breaks character often), super linguist (can pick up other languages really fast!! is their go-to for international correspondence. she can also speak to animals and monsters, which is helpful, but also she is so talkative. it helps with information gathering, though, so they’ll listen about how Dave the Squirrel’s day was if he’s an important crime witness. imagine robbing a store and getting caught cuz a damn rat identified you)

that’s it for now cuz tumblr’s bugging :(( will add more some time

#powerpuff girls #ppg #powerpuff girls headcanons #ppg headcanons #not my type #blossom utonium #bubbles utonium #buttercup utonium #brick jojo #butch jojo #boomer jojo #aeris writes

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chelsfic · 4 years

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A Familiar’s Familiar - Guillermo x Reader (Gender Neutral) One-shot

Summary: Guillermo serves Nandor. You serve Guillermo. You are an under-familiar. That means you're responsible for all the household grunt work, specifically: dead body disposal. When a careless mistake results in injury, Guillermo has to pick up your slack and he's not happy about it. The guilt and shame you feel at disappointing your master is intense. But Guillermo knows just will make you feel better: a spanking.

Warnings: Dom/sub, spanking, Mean Guillermo

A/N: Pure fantasy.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you to be careful with the lye?!”

Guillermo holds your hands under the faucet as ice-cold water rinses and soothes the angry red burns. His fingers are tight around your forearms, digging angrily into your skin.

“I’m sorry, master,” you whimper, hanging your head in shame. You can feel his disappointed eyes burning holes through the top of your head. What would he see if he could look inside? Would he recognize your pitiful love for him? Would it look anything like the feelings he has for his own master?

“I bet you are,” Guillermo responds, shaking his head. “You’re going to be useless to me for days because of this.”

Your breath catches and tears sting your eyes worse than the damn burns. “No, please, master!” you beg, hating the sound of your own voice, so whiny and cloying. “Please, I can still be useful!”

Guillermo turns off the tap and grabs a towel from the rack, gently wrapping your hands in the fluffy fabric. His touch is kind and soft even as he speaks with steel in his voice. “How, when you’re too stupid to do the simplest chores without nearly crippling yourself? I can’t believe how much time I’ve spent training you and still I have to deal with this shit.”

You sniffle and bite back the words that come automatically to your tongue. Simplest chores? You’ve been dissolving human remains in a solution of lye and water! Your more gruesome familiar duties include grave digging and dismembering corpses! And you work so hard to be good at it. Why? You don’t give a shit about Nandor. It’s all for Guillermo.

You swallow the angry words, and what’s left is the hollow ache of disappointing your master. Tears finally spill over your cheeks and you collapse forward, leaning your head into his soft chest and sobbing. Guillermo wraps his arms around you and rubs a few soothing circles into your back.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he sighs, pulling away after only a few seconds. Shame burns in your throat as you try to follow him, unwilling to let the embrace end so quickly. He retrieves a roll of gauze from the medicine cabinet and takes your hands in his, delicately covering your burns. “You think you can manage folding my laundry after this?”

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It’s freezing outside but Guillermo’s forehead glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. He grunts as he hauls the heavy cadaver over the threshold, tossing it down the steps with impressive strength. You’d be swooning if you weren’t currently being eaten up with the guilt of your beloved master having to do your work for you.

“I’m sorry, master,” you say for the thousandth time as he turns to retrieve the next body from inside the house. You’re holding the door open, your bandaged hands hanging limp and incriminating at your sides.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Guillermo snaps.

His glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose and you yearn to reach out and fix them for him, but that level of presumption is unthinkable at this very moment. It’s not that you don’t share soft moments with your master sometimes. At the end of the night after he’s tucked Nandor into his coffin, when everything is quiet and still, you turn down his bed for him, collecting his dirty laundry as he undresses and changes into his pajamas. You hardly ever speak during those moments but the quiet intimacy between the both of you is enough to fuel your hopeless fantasies. You pull the covers up over him and let the backs of your fingertips graze over his body as you do so. You dream about climbing into that big, soft bed with him, cuddling up and pressing your lips to his…

But Guillermo is not in the mood for soft indulgence. He’s annoyed and exhausted. The heavy burden of his disappointment weighs on you. You’re jumpy and nervous; you feel like at any second you’ll either burst into tears or scream at him to forgive you. Possibly both.

He comes back out with another wrapped bundle, significantly bigger than the last. He pauses in the doorway and glares at you; his cheek is spattered with blood. You might faint with how sinfully attractive he looks while giving you murder eyes.

“You know what?” he says. “I think you did this on purpose. When was the last time we had five bodies in the cell?!”

Nadja and Laszlo had themselves a blood feast last night. You’d spent ages scrubbing the fancy room before starting the grisly job of dismembering and dissolving the first corpse. Your accident had cut things short.

“No, master, I wouldn’t!” you plead. “Please let me help you!”

You bend down to grasp one end of the bundle but Guillermo stops you with a sharp slash of his hand through the air. “What did I tell you? You need to let those heal or you’ll have permanent damage.”

You’re forced to stand by and watch as your master painstakingly saws, hacks and cuts the bodies down to size. His jacket and apron are covered in blood by the time he finishes stuffing all the parts into the large, heavy-duty trash bags that you awkwardly hold open for him. He’s panting with the exertion and the job still isn’t done. Now he needs to carry everything into the basement where the vats of lye solution stand ready to do the job of dissolving the evidence.

He pauses to catch his breath. You catch his eyes and it’s suddenly too much to hold everything inside. A sob wracks your form and you drop your head, hiding your face as tears fall. Guillermo sighs and you imagine him rolling his eyes at you as he gathers the bags and trudges around to the basement entrance.

“You filled the tubs up too high,” he comments. “You need to leave some room at the top otherwise they’ll overflow like earlier, okay?”

He puts his hand up to the outside of one tub, indicating the fill line and you nod your head, eager to appease him even as exhausted, overwhelmed tears sting your cheeks. Guillermo is so strong. He lifts the deadweight of each body part with seeming ease, carefully lowering them into the tubs until each one is filled. When he’s finished he turns back to you and regards your crying, whimpering form for a moment before speaking.

“I’m going to go take a shower. There’s nothing more for you to do. I want you to go to your room and stay there. You’ll just be in the way, otherwise.”

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The next day is the same, although thankfully Laszlo and Nadja refrain from another blood frenzy. But, again, you’re forced to stand idle as your master toils with the tasks that should be your responsibility. You can practically feel his aggravation with you bubbling beneath the surface of his cold demeanor, and it sends you into an anxious spiral. You live for Guillermo’s praise, for the rare little smiles he gives you when you’ve done something particularly good. For those coveted words as he strokes a hand through your hair. “Good familiar.”

This just feels awful.

You want to be good again but you don’t know how. You can’t make your body heal any faster. You can’t think of a way to make it up to your master. Well...certainly there are ways you’d like to make it up to him, but Guillermo has never indicated that he’d be interested in you in that way. Why would he be interested in you? A worthless, stupid excuse for a familiar who can’t do anything right…

You find yourself standing outside his bedroom door, heart in your throat as you rap your knuckles on the solid wood. His face is a stoic mask when he lets you in. As soon as the door shuts you fall onto your knees at his feet, wrapping your arms around his legs and pressing your face into his thick thighs.

“Please let me be good again, master!” you cry, not even knowing what you mean by the words.

But Guillermo sinks his fingers into your hair and you weep with relief. Guillermo knows what you need, doesn’t he? He’s served his master for so long, he must know how to help you.

“I wondered how long it would take you to finally come to me,” he muses, his fingernails dragging lightly over your scalp. You mewl and nuzzle your face into his thigh. For a fleeting moment you think about shifting over a few inches and pressing your mouth to the crotch of his khaki pants, wantonly rubbing your face against him and begging for the chance to pleasure him. But that would be for you, and that’s not what this is about, is it? He says your name and a shiver runs down your spine. “You won’t feel better until you’re punished.”

The revelation is so simple yet so fucking profound. You can earn back your place as Guillermo’s good familiar. Oh, god, you’ll let him do anything to you if he’ll only scourge the shame from your soul.

“Please punish me, master,” you tilt your head back and look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Guillermo’s lips curve into a smile. It’s not his “good job” smile or his “secret joke” smile and it’s certainly not the smile he reserves for Nandor. This is a smile like a knife’s edge and a sudden qualm echoes through your stomach. You’ve devoted yourself to this man, making it your goal to please him in the pathetic hope that he might simply like you. But you’ve never been at his mercy before.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” Your voice quavers.

Rather than answer you, he shows you. He helps you up, grasping your elbow rather than your injured hand, and walks you over to the bed. He sits, regarding you with cold, expressionless eyes and indicating your pants with a nod of his head. “Take those off.”

For a brief infinity you are struck motionless. Like a squirrel who, seeing a car on the road, cannot decide whether to sprint across to the other side or turn back to safety. You don’t have to do this. Guillermo might be mean and exacting, but he wouldn’t force you. Your fingers tremble as they move to the button of your jeans. Popping it open feels like opening Pandora’s box. What are you starting? And is it something you can ever come back from? Would you even want to?

“Good familiar,” he purrs, his voice soft as always. All doubts fly out of your head at those words. You scramble to shimmy the jeans down your legs, discarding them in a crumpled heap on the floor. Guillermo eyes you with a single arched brow and he doesn’t even need to say anything; you pick up the jeans and neatly fold them, setting them down on the bed beside him. His smile waters you, makes you feel stronger even as you’re putting yourself under his control.

He pats his lap and you step closer, stopping right next to him, unsure. It’s obvious what he intends to do but you’re horrifically shy about it. Does he want you to drape yourself over his knee? Or should you sit on his lap to start? What if you look like an idiot--a kid sitting on Santa’s lap? The questions and worries chase each other around in your mind until you’re paralyzed with indecision.

“Hush,” Guillermo says, reading the panic on your face. He puts his hands on your hips, turning you and pressing down on the small of your back until you’re lying across his lap, pinned. You sigh in pure relief, melting against him and shutting your eyes. Guillermo will take care of you. You don’t need to worry about what comes next or how to behave; you don’t even have to worry about displeasing him. Guillermo won’t let you mess up. He’s in charge now. A tiny sob escapes you at the thought.

“Thank you, master!” you cry, rubbing your cheek against the side of his fleshy thigh.

Guillermo’s hand smooths over your backside and goosebumps break out on your flesh. His hand is soft, delicate. He strokes you through your underwear, circling each round cheek before taking hold of the waistband and pulling down to expose you completely. From your position you can’t see his face. Is he looking at you? Inspecting you? Is he pleased with what he sees or is he detached and clinical?

“Don’t thank me yet, my little familiar.” There’s a smirk in his voice and then the first smack lands.

What did you expect? For a man who regularly lures people to their deaths to be gentle? His hand lands on your quivering flesh with brutal force. You hiss, tears springing to your eyes on impact. Before you have a chance to grapple with the pain of the first blow, a second one is falling on your other side. This time you moan and cry out, squirming on his lap.

Guillermo’s quiet voice reaches into you and tugs you back from the pain. “My good familiar,” he says and delivers another bruising smack. “Look how well you’re taking your punishment. I’m so proud of you, chiquis.”

His words unlock something inside of you and all of your anxiety, your shame, your sorrow and your love comes pouring out. You weep; big, wracking sobs shake your shoulders and you dig your fingers into your master’s leg, desperately clinging to him.

You cry out your thanks as his hand continues it’s merciless assault. The violence of that soft, delicate hand is shocking. He hits you over and over again, never landing on the same place twice, but always leaving behind a stinging, burning ache that feels like a brand on your skin. A brand of Guillermo’s dear name. You belong to him. The thought sends a thrill of arousal straight to your groin. He’ll never be yours but you don’t care if he’ll only allow you to be his .

Eventually the pain eclipses everything else, even the sweet surrender of giving in to your master’s justice. Even the revelation of his hard erection thrusting against your belly. The pleasant, fuzzy cloud that’s enveloped your senses begins to thin and you jump and sob with every slap.

“Please, master,” you finally cry, flinching and trying to pull away when you sense his hand raising for another blow. “Please stop.”

Guillermo’s hand comes down one last time, resting gently on your burning, bruised flesh. He brushes his palm over his handiwork and asks, “Do you feel better now, little one?”

It’s like waking up from anesthesia. The pleasant buzz of submission fades from your mind and you feel shaky and vulnerable, but also clean and renewed. “Yes,” you breathe, affection and gratitude filling your voice. “Was I good, master?”

Guillermo replaces your underpants and gently tugs you off his lap, laying you down on the plush fabric of his comforter. “You did so well, chiquis. I’m proud of you.”

You’re in your master’s bed, your head resting on his pillow. You’re shameless, burying your nose into the pillow and inhaling Guillermo’s scent. Your eyelids feel heavy and you really shouldn’t fall asleep here in your master’s space but oh, how you wish your little fantasy could come true.

“Am I a good familiar, master?” you ask. Your voice is tiny and afraid in the soft quiet of Guillermo’s bedroom.

He strokes his hand through your hair, pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering, “You’re the best familiar.”

You laugh sleepily and scoff, “That’s not true, master. You’re the best familiar.”

Your eyes have somehow drifted closed and the next thing you’re aware of is the mattress dipping behind you as Guillermo climbs under the covers. He manhandles you a bit, until he manages to drag the blankets up over your body.

“Well…” he finally answers, reaching over to click off his bedside lamp. “Then you’re the best familiar’s familiar.”

#Guillermo de la cruz #guillermo de la cruz x reader #guillermo de la cruz fanfic #wwdits #wwdits fanfic #guillermo de la cruz imagine

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moos-cow · 3 years

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Twisted Wonderland OC!

Amaya Chan 1st, Ramshackle

Age: 16 Birthday: Jan 6 Height: 160cm Hair: platinum white, big waves Eyes: amethyst Other features: mole under eye, a bit pale, easily blushes, needs glasses. Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Class: 1-D; Student no. 02 Best subjects: Alchemy, Magical Pharmaceuticals Worst subject: PE Clubs: Board games

Unique Magic: Extraho. Can extract selected components from anything at will. UM notes: The finer the extraction, the more uncontrollable her UM becomes. Possibilities can be from taking out spilled apple juice from paper, to extracting a specific chemical from a flower.

Personality:

At first glance, Amaya is reserved, refined in movements, and intimidating at initial eye contact. But once you get to know her and crack that icy shell, all the paleness of her exterior would seem to fade away. She enjoys mischief way too much and packs a punch in terms of sarcastic exchanges. Despite her boldness in the headache-inducing department, she's rather awkward when it comes to receiving and giving physical affection and compliments-- so just expect a questionable thanks or a gentle pat on the head from her. She'll seem like a distant friend, but expect her to notice and analyze even the tiniest of details. She'll always keep watch over those she cares for and will always be ready to pounce on whoever dares to hurt her friends-- besides, she's confident enough because she has the Octavinelle trio at her side.

Fun facts:

Unlike many, Amaya gets along well with Octavinelle's dorm leader, Azul Ashengrotto; not because she's engaged in a contract with him, but because she has beaten him twice in monopoly.

If Amaya isn't studying in the library, you can find her studying at mostro lounge with their signature iced tea as her drink-- bottomless with a slice of lemon and a mint leaf.

Often mistaken by others as Azul's little sister because of how similar they look and how often she is at the famed lounge. The poor girl just wants some good iced tea and snacks to go with her studies.

She pays Idia and Ortho a visit sometimes to play some video games.

Despite her icy exterior, Amaya is a dork deep within, and she's always down to do stupid things with her friends-- the more scandalous, the better.

She is probably the main source of Crowley's headache, but the headmaster can't get to scold her because she leaves no evidence behind. The tweels have taught her well.

Can drop sarcasm bombs with a straight face. Hence, she often bickers with Ace and Deuce.

The Heartslabyul pair promptly gets back at her through their senpai, Cater Diamond. Amaya secretly likes Cater. She has a major crush on the ginger.

Expect amaya.exe to stop functioning when Cater comes rushing in to talk or take a photo with her.

Best buddies with Sonia and Aika. She will defend them and love them as her own blood with every cell of her body. But will not hesitate for a moment to bonk the two on the head with a large baguette.*

Amaya became terrified of her unique magic the moment she accidentally killed a drenched squirrel in the forest. She was supposed to dry the little angel's fur off when she extracted the water, but things got a little out of hand.

Silver witnessed the accident just as he woke up from his nap and went on to comfort the terrified young mage. She rarely saw him since then.

As Sebek's classmate, she's gotten used to the Diasomnia student's loud voice, so she literally stays away from him-- not that she dislikes him, no, she just tries to stay as far as 'safe hearing distance' goes. She sometimes slips earbuds in her ears if she needs to stay close to the cucumber. Don't worry, she can still perfectly hear him.

*Sonia and Aika-- Discord friends' OCs hehe.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland original character #twst oc #twst wonderland

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spongebob-connoisseur · 3 years

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No clue if this has been brought up yet but "canonically" Camp Coral doesn't even make sense. In the preview image we see Little Sandy. But Spongebob only met her in the OG show, in S1, so he CAN'T have met her in Camp Coral. And Squidward, Krabs and Plankton are, like, WAY OLDER than Spongebob, Patrick & Sandy. How are they all little kids. HOW. THIS SHOW IS A MESS.

*this will contain mild spoilers of the new spongebob movie*

Yeah camp coral doesn't make sense. I think the team that worked on it knows since I heard something about when the mini series comes out they'll address the continuity error with how Spongebob met Sandy and the others.

I still think it's a bit weird. Tbh the show rarely has continuity and often walks all over itself when it comes to it. Episodes that are supposed to be call backs or references to older episodes has spongebob acting like he has amnesia when encountering.

I remember watching the episode doodle dimension. I was super interested since doodle bob was supposed to return. I was expecting Spongey to have a confrontation with doodlebob but he didn't recognize him at all.

There are times where characters go over themselves and changing things. Like there was an episode where spongebob and patrick were talking about knowing each other in and out because that's what best friends do and Spongebob knew a lot about Patrick but Patrick didn't know much about spongebob. Spongebob tries to help him out by telling him things he likes like his favorite color and flavor of ice cream and it went against what the show shown as canon? Favorite color. Though not explicitly stated has been shown he occasionally gravitated towards mint green colored things. Weird detail but especially in season 1 I've noticed. But in the episode it was stated beige which is unusual. And his favorite flavor of ice cream was vanilla despite often having pink (I'm assuming strawberry or jellyfish jelly flavored) ice cream. The theme was that he picked basic things as his favorite. Basic flavor, basic color. Boring because he's a square (literally and figuratively) but it went against things he's shown to often choose in the show.

Its a weird thing to nitpick especially since it wss never explicitly said but often these things were told more visually and then explicitly stating the opposite is weird. Have we ever seen him like or use the color beige? Or him having vanilla ice cream? It's never.

Those things don't really matter but the show has a weird problem with continuity and a lot of things that were canon in the early seasons usually got retconned by the later ones. There isn't much we can do so usually I like to imagine different eras of spongebob being different characters because there are qualities I enjoy of each version but I don't really consider them the same. This doesn't mean classic vs modern because I will still strongly think season 1 spongebob is wildly different from season 3.

I'm getting off topic. Camp coral however is really taking things that were explicitly shown in the series and changing it. I don't really agree with the series but I still want to watch it and see what its about but its weird.

I watched the new spongebob movie and the camp coral stuff is less than 5 minutes of the actual movie.

It's towards the end where spongebob was supposed to get executed by king Poseidon and everyone was pleading their case on why he shouldn't get killed. Talking about how much of a wonderful friend spongebob is which is where they reference camp coral and we see flashbacks of it. It's odd and felt forced because its crazy they didn't need to add flashbacks or camp coral. My friend suggested it would have been cooler if they did CGI animated shots of moments of where spongebob actually met the characters. Which I mean?? Imagine that. Would have been a dream.

The actual scene with Sandy was rushed and felt so weird? Especially for the moment. I don't know how to explain but it was forced.

Sandy: I want to be a scientist but I can't because I'm a squirrel..

Spongebob: sandy you can be whatever you want to be!

Sandy: wow really????

And we leave the flashback saying she never forgot that so my idea that maybe they forgot about the camp coral thing hence why they didn't remember each other as adults but she does remember.

Though the one thing I did kinda like about the flashback was Sandy having a mind boggling experience when she realized she can be a squirrel and a scientist and we have a little montage that felt really season 1.

Patrick's doesn't make sense either considering it's canon that spongebob and patrick knew each other since they were babies.

Squidward is indeed canonly older than Spongebob but also could work? Depends. Maybe spongebob was in the youngest age group and squidward was the older group? But the movie showed them close in age. Idk I worked at a summer camp before and let me tell you, Squidward's attitude suits the older group of kids a bit too well which is funny.

Mr. Krabs in the movie was just a guy who worked serving food at camp coral. He was fresh out of the navy. Still had his armor abs. This doesn't work in canon because we know Spongebob's parents went to the Krusty krab before spongey was born meaning it was open before he was born too.

But camp coral portrays him as fresh out of the navy and selling krabby patties to the camp kids and now being the first time spongebob has a krabby patty? Weird.

Plankton doesn't have any memories of spongebob at camp coral in the movie so I don't know what he is doing and his place in the mini series.

Another issue I do have with camp coral is that it doesn't make sense. We all know that Stephen Hillenburg didn't want spinoffs of the characters, specifically baby versions of them. We know he did accepted camp coral in the end so I'm not going to dispute that. But I'm going to elaborate why he didn't want such a thing in the first place and why it was mentioned.

He didn't really want spinoffs because it would easily mess up the dynamics of the characters. Spongebob as a concept of a goofy childish grown adult isn't a new idea. It was an idea inspired by a lot of old Hollywood characters and movies. The goofy quirky adult with childish tendencies and happy all the time. It looses it's point if you made him completely a child. The characters in the show are each originally meant to bring out specific parts of spongebob's original nerdy and goofy personality. A lot of that stuff was lost with time for sure but the first season it really showed. And I don't mean this as modern episodes bad since classic episodes did this. Season 3 did sacrifice a bit of his personality for comedy. It wasn't noticeable since it took the show's original more calmer down to earth tone and made it more hilarious but some of it was still lost.

Originally Stephen Hillenburg fought nickelodeon to keep Spongebob an adult. The compromise was to put him in boating school however he was always meant to be an adult.

It is mentioned the network wanted to make Spongebob the under water Hey Arnold!

Which also makes me think with Nickelodeon's growing popularity and the way they mass marketed spongebob in the early 2000s. They would have done it with any show if it wasn't Spongebob. They always were greedy but it wasn't noticeable until spongebob came around.

The mini series camp coral is still something I want to see. The team worked hard on it and I'm not paying for it anyways lol but for real I'm curious how it'll turn out. Tbh I don't like young spongebob's voice but I'll still give it a shot.

I already have a camp coral plush so I might as well👁👁

#In my defense of the plush #It was being sold dirt cheap because of covid #Also popcorn was free and cheap gigantic spongebob plush??#Yes please #i hope this makes sense #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #spongebon squarepants #spongebob meme #Ask #the spongebob connoisseur #about the spongebob connoisseur #Camp coral #Kamp koral #spongebob sponge on the run #Spongebob movie

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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old school (make me drool)

summary: bunny is sweet, well-behaved. something about princess, though, makes her want to act out for the first time in her life.

pairing: natasha romanoff x ofc

words: 2,663

trigger warnings: heavy md/lg, spanking, forced age regression, manipulation, there’s a vague allusion to starker, breaking of rules,

notes/other: ANYONE WHO USES THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO BRING RAPE FANTASIES INTO MY INBOX WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY. this was inspired by @orphiclittleone & i highly reccomend you check out their blog!

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It started when Princess had to go with Steve to a meeting with Natasha. For whatever reason Steve decided she couldn’t be alone, and Natasha said it would be fine. Princess wasn’t too mad, unhappy she could only bring one of her prizes stuffed animals, but nearly-willingly went with her Daddy to Aunty Nat’s. Still, it wasn’t until she met Bunny that the pointed frown left her face.

Steve put her down onto the thick comforter next to Bunny, whose lips were wrapped tightly around a paci, hands clutched around a large stuffed animal of her namesake, eyes trained on the TV in front of her. Her long, thick hair was tied from her face with a pink scrunchie with a bow on it, her knit sweater a matching shade of pink. Her socks were stark white, ankle devoid of the tracker Princess had to wear.

Bunny said nothing at her guest, head only turning when Natasha caressed her face.

“Uncle Steve and I are going to do some work in my office, okay Bunny?” She placed a kiss to the girl’s head where her hair parted, careful not to remove any from her perfect ponytail. “I’ll be down soon to give you your bottle. Until then, play nice with Princess, alright?”

Bunny, still not dislodging the paci, nods and leans into her Mommy.

“Good girl,” Natasha praises, leaving one final kiss to her girl’s forehead before leading Steve into her office, a room adjacent to the playroom the girls resided in. In a moment of good faith, she had her coworker close the door behind them.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Steve chuckled as he sat in the fine leather chair near the fireplace. “I put that track on Princess for a reason, you know.”

Natasha sighed, grabbing the file from her desk. “If we weren’t discussing how someone was disemboweled by a small terrorist organization outside Orlando, I’d keep it open.”

Steve, already worried about what Bucky had exposed Princess to in order to watch her squirm, acquiesced.

Back in the playroom, Bunny made a disgruntled noise as Princess poked her chubby cheek.

“Do you ever speak?” Princess asked, nose wrinkled at her supposed playmate’s poor playful reciprocation. “Daddy said you were quiet, really quiet. He said you almost never talk. I’m not quiet.”

Bunny, much to Princess’ dismay, remains mute. Not a squeak, not a huff, not an eyeroll. Even Bucky’s Doll was better than this, and she was often too exhausted to give Princess enough attention for the girl’s liking.

Princess, though, is anything but a quitter. She pulls back for a few minutes, allowing her counterpart to relax. Just as Bunny seemed the happiest, Princess yanked the paci out of her mouth and pinned her to the floor.

Bunny tried to yell, but Princess placed her hand over the girl’s mouth before she could do anything. As Princess leans close to her ear, she whispers low, giggling as Bunny clutches her stuffed animal’s ears in her tiny hand. “Daddy says we can be playmates, do you want that, Bunny?”

Suddenly, in the span of less than a second, Princess hears her Daddy’s footsteps, hears the knob turning, and jumps off Bunny to the other side of the blanket. Bunny laid, there, stunned, as Nat and Steve picked up their respective littles.

As Steve bid his goodbye, and Nat turned around to close the door, Bunny perched her chin on her Mommy’s shoulder and locked eyes with Princess, who wears a smile fit for the evil penguins from the movie Bunny was watching before Princess showed up.

Somehow, Bunny knew their game wasn’t over.

The next time they met, Bunny is playing on a blanket in Natasha’s expansive backyard, dressed in a plain-pink one-piece bathing suit with her hair in two braids down her back and the bracelet Doll made her on her left wrist. Peter’s in the pool, sunbathing on a unicorn floatie. Doll’s curled into Bucky’s side, shoulders covered with one of her Daddy’s worn t-shirts – one large enough to cover her sensitive, bruised thighs. Natasha, Stark, Strange, and Rogers are all inside, making drinks for themselves as the sun swelters high in the sky.

Princess is the only other conscious person who remains outside, an easily forgettable body as Bunny colors under the sweet shade of the big tree in the back of the expansive yard, quiet enough that the occasional squirrel or bird will hop across her blanket and sniff at her forgotten snack.

She’s unable to ignore her counterpart, though, when Princess plops herself down onto the thick, cotton blanket specifically designated for outdoor use.

Bunny, despite her annoyance, says nothing.

Princess says nothing in turn, watching the girl in front of her meticulously color in the lines of a complicated flower.

“Daddy never lets me color anything like that,” she finally says, staring at the set of sixty-four crayons Princess had wanted for two Christmases and three birthdays but still never received. “Daddy says they’re too complicated for me.”

Bunny stops coloring for a moment, whole body stilling. Princess thinks she’ll say something, thinks she’ll show a break in her shell that’ll give her some in. But no, the sound of crayon gliding against thick paper fills whatever silence Bunny intended to proliferate with words.

It’s then that Princess takes out one of the most-loved crayons – a soft blue that’s had the wrapped long since pulled off.

“Do you like this crayon?” she asks Bunny.

Bunny stops coloring – bright orange crayon inert as she tries to swallow the dryness in her mouth. Fear paints her face as she gazes upon her favorite coloring tool. Out of all her markers, her colored pencils, her watercolor paints. None of those hold a candle to that one crayon. It’s the only crayon she doesn’t like Natasha using, the only one she saves for the special coloring book pages – the ones she gifts her Mommy for Christmas and for her birthday and when Natasha picks her up from spending time at Uncle Bucky’s place because she’s been on a business trip.

Which is why Bunny nearly cries when Princess snaps it in half, then crushes the pieces into something resembling dust. She does whimper, though, does drop the crayon she’s holding and curl her legs up to her chest and stares at Princess with these wide eyes that beg for her to stop whatever it is she thinks she’s doing.

“What’d’ya gonna do about it?” Princess questions. When Bunny doesn’t answer, Princess quirks her eyebrow then moves to grab another one.

Bunny gasps, tears beginning to well up in the corner of her eyes. “Please don’t,” she whispers.

Princess pretends not to hear her, and selects another well-used crayon. “Really, you’re just gonna be a baby and let me do this?”

Bunny looks around the lawn, begging Natasha to come outside or Peter to feel how frightened she is or even Bucky, a man who rarely pays attention to her but seems to like her more than Princess, to look over and wonder why there’s such tension between his best friends’ best little girls. Unfortunately (for you, at least), none of them pay you any mind. Somehow this is worse than when Natasha has to leave you alone for work or whatever it is she does when she’s away. At least then you don’t have to do deal with Princess.

“Please, Princess,” Bunny says a little louder. “Please don’t break my crayons.”

Princess smiles wide and sinister, like that Cheshire Cat from that movie you don’t like very much. “Alright then,” is all she says before standing up and skipping off to lay on the Aurora towel that was in the shade of a different tree. Even though she’s alone, Bunny remains upright, curling around her precious box of crayons.

The third time they meet is Bunny’s birthday party about a month later. The main festivities are over, all the adults drinking from Natasha’s expensive liquor cabinet. Doll’s curled up on Bucky’s lap, playing with a My Little Pony toy (Applejack, of course) and occasionally being fed bits of cake from Bucky’s fork; Peter’s enthralled with the latest installment of their classic movie marathon that’s playing just too loud for Bunny’s liking.

On any other day, Bunny would be elated to watch her favorite movies with her favorite friend. She’s allowed to eat ice cream cake (vanilla, from her favorite pastry shop down the street) and wear her favorite pink dress.

Her hair is in two low buns with a pretty pink bow. Natasha spent the whole morning with Bunny in her lap, telling her how cute she is and how much she loves her. Everything was great, perfect.

That was, until Steve and Princess showed up. Natasha was preoccupied with catching up in her friend to notice Bunny clutching her favorite stuffie or Princess’ sly smile.

Like the first time they met, she and Princess are placed on the blanket that sits in the middle of the playroom. This time it’s fleece, thick, one Bunny made with Doll one of the rare times they’ve had playdates together. It’s full of mint green and soft pink flowers around a bunch of sea animals. Bucky said he found the blanket kit at a craft store and thought the two of them could make it when he and Natasha were working in his office.

There were a few moments of silence as Steve pet Princess’ hair and explained how much Princess had been looking forward to today. Princess just smiles big and wide and teasing, waiting for the adults to leave before she finally speaks.

“Ya know, Daddy and I love teasing each other…” Princess says as if she’s the most innocent conversation maker to ever fail to meet her counterpart’s eyes. “You and your Mommy should try it sometime.”

Bunny gulps, fidgeting with her hands. “Mommy doesn’t…Mommy doesn’t let me do that without her permission.”

Princess scoffs. “Oh, you ask your Mommy for everything. Daddy hasn’t made me do that in forever.” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “Daddy likes it when I act out.”

“Mommy doesn’t,” Bunny doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to stave off what she now understands is inevitable. “Mommy doesn’t like it when I act out. She likes it when I’m good. I get candy, cuddles, stuffies when I’m good.”

Princess almost rolls her eyes, frustrated. “Maybe you should just try it sometime, just to see what happens.”

Bunny doesn’t say anything back, too scared of what would happen. Natasha always told her curiosity killed the cat, but could curiosity kill her as well?

Hours pass without incident, without Princess nagging Bunny or Bunny snapping at Princess or, really, anything happening. Princess merely leaves her to brew for hours, eating cake with her fingers and eyeing Bunny to see how she’s doing. Bunny’s lost in her own thoughts, the only indication of time passing being Steve coming in take Princess home.

As Steve picks her up once more, a smirk spreads across her frosting-stained face. Her eyes are knowing, full of mischief. In the background, the forest fire scene from Bambi plays on the large TV. Bunny wishes she could be one of the forest creatures running for their life, able to get away from the natural disaster that had descended upon her home.

Despite her fear of Princess, her words stick in Bunny’s brain like gum in her hair. It’s all Bunny can think about for days, maybe even weeks after her birthday party. It gets worse when she’s alone, when all she has are her thoughts and her hands and…and…

Bunny decides to do something, do the unimaginable the day Natasha says she’s going to have lunch with Stark and Strange. That she’ll be back in a few hours.

Just enough time, Bunny thinks as she hears the front door shut and the deadbolt lock. Just enough time for her to do the unthinkable.

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“Bunny!” Natasha calls into the house. There’s the usual pause, one where she’s used to allowing Bunny to find her voice. But for whatever reason, she doesn’t hear the usual yes, mommy? followed by the pit-pat of her feet across the house. “Bunny?” she calls again, but the only thing she can hear is resounding silence.

Natasha’s heartrate picks up tenfold, not even throwing her shoes off as she runs to the room she kept Bunny in when she had a long work day. As she types in the code to open the door, Natasha is met with a sight she’d never thought she’d see:

Bunny, with one hand down her pullup, and the other clutched over her mouth. Her pale yellow pajama shirt is hiked up to her ribs, threatening to fall over where her hand meets her center.

For a moment Natasha does not know what to do, body frozen and chest heaving and heart racing. Bunny hadn’t so much as blinked without permission, let alone touched herself sans asking Natasha beforehand.

Squeaky, breathy moans slip past her fingers, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body shakes with the desperation that comes just before an orgasm.

That’s what snaps Natasha out of her trance, what makes her fly across the room and grab Bunny’s face with her perfectly manicured hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Natasha hisses through her teeth.

Bunny bites her lips, eyes wide with fear. “P-princ-“

Natasha almost growls. “What, Steve’s little?”

Bunny nods slowly, meekly, lip quivering in fear as Natasha hand remains firmly grasped over her jaw. “P-princess s-said that it woul-d be f-un to-“ Natasha, a woman who has not had a hair out of place since the Reagon administration, nearly knocks over Bunny’s designated stuffed animal bookshelf. Wordlessly, she places Bunny over her knee and exposes the soft skin of her ass.

Bunny hadn’t been spanked in years. Ever since Natasha had gotten her, broken her, she’d been the perfect little – so obedient and eager to please, smart and quiet, happy to play by herself while Natasha worked with the others. She was everything Natasha could’ve asked for and somehow more…

But this? This was inexcusable. She was a big believer in second chances, but those must always come after an appropriate punishment.

“You think just because Steve’s Princess can whine and act however she wants, that means you can, too?” she hisses, hitting each cheek twice. “You think that girl’s behavior excuses your own?”

Bunny yelps, trying to find the strength to speak without sobbing. “N…no…” she mumbles, digging her face into her and trying to curl against the woman whose lap she has found herself in.

“What was that?” Natasha snaps, hitting the backs of her thighs this time. The slaps of skin on skin echos throughout the room and stabs at Bunny’s ears.

“No, Mommy, I am not allowed to misbehave! I am not allowed to break the rules”

“Good,” Natasha says through grit teeth. She takes a moment to grope her heated ass cheeks, and you savor the sweet moments away from the sharp pain. “If you didn’t know your place, I would’ve had to call Steve up to see how he keeps Princess in line. Maybe Bucky, too. He once kept Doll in a basement for two weeks because she wouldn’t eat her vegetables. Do you want that?”

Violent shivers shoot through you. Uncle Bucky and Steve are nice enough to you, especially when Natasha’s around. But with her permission to discipline you in their preferred way? You shrink away at the thought. “N-no Mommy. No, Mommy I’ll promise I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” Natasha coos, another few smacks landing on her bottom. “Now, for the rest of your punishment…” Bunny gulps, trying to relax her muscles so it doesn’t hurt as bad.

“Now, should I put you on meal replacement shakes or keep you in chastity?”

#natasha romanoff x reader #lukis writes stuff #idk how to tag this lmao #also this was supposed to be 3k but i got...tiredt of looking at it

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honeycombwerewolfe · 3 years

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long post: Rules below the cut

Rules

This is a roleplay blog and has no connection to real peoples or events. The character belongs to the creators of Holby City. Please do not reblog or repost any of my #rp writing unless you are participating in the roleplay thread. Feel free to like any posts ^_^ Now for those who would like to RP: Sup! My friends call me Squirrel. I’m 30+ and use the pronouns ‘she/her’ but really am fine with any pronouns…If you would like to call me “sir” or “oh eternal darkness that preludes the coming end of all things”…that’d be chill too. [other rp blogs]

Rules:

inbox is always open to ooc chat, anons, m!a, in character asks and starters: what ever floats your boat. If I don’t reply to it within a week or so, please try again my inbox has an crocodile in it that likes eating messages.

mature content may be written on this blog (i.e. violence, murder, profanity, sex, and or drugs) or it may not…Any smut will be under read mores under the warning (AOBTP) - short for Adults Only Beyond This Point.

No smut or graphic RP with anyone under 18 (Mun is an adult and does not want to go to jail because you felt like lying about your age thanks)

no godmodding or mary sues

Triggers: I ask you tell me yours before we begin roleplaying so I can do my best to avoid them. Please tag any mention or images or spiders as I have it blocked and they fuck me up real bad lol..even the cartoony ones…can’t handle. Nope, no thank you. Snakes, scorpions: fine but I don’t mess with friggen spiders okay lol

I tag triggers “____ tw”. Shoot me a message if you want me to tag something. I’m chill with avoiding certain scenarios or fading to black. Bernie may participate in violent and surgical themed threads. If you have issue with this, please let me know and we can stick to fluff. I will try to tag any surgery writing under “surgery tw” but if I miss one, let me know and I’ll get it tagged for ya.

I lean towards para and throw in icons and gifs where I please. You can reply with whatever style you feel comfortable with just so long as it gives me enough to work with. Hell occasionally a one liner is the best fit reply in an action sequence or IC conversation.

come talk to me first if you want a pre-established relationship with my muse

Feel free to message me OOC for questions, plot ideas, etc. I’m a bit socially awkward sometimes OOC so if I go quiet or spam you out of the blue with a bunch of messages…sorry lol. My brain has two settings and is not so great at finding a middle ground but I try.

Feel free to send in asks, M!As, or tag me in a starter out of the blue (even if we haven’t interacted before).

Seriously send all the things, all the threads. I’ll let you know if I need to slow down, take a break from new threads or finish up old threads that have died out. If there’s a specific thread you’d like a reply to let me know and I’ll see if I can get the muse to cooperate lol

I ship chemistry. Please, please, don’t try and force your ship on me…it makes me severely uncomfortable.

This is a sideblog and therefore I CANNOT FOLLOW BACK. I tend to only follow back people who have a thread in the works and have shown they will continue to rp with me for a while. That follow will be under my main: lord-of-killer-indecencies.

I may take some time to do replies but I do my best to do them in order received. Never worry about taking too long to reply back to me. I’ve had some threads with nearly a year between replies and it was still lovely <3

Mun is not Muse and this will be a fictional writing blog. I do not share all my muses’ beliefs or condone every action they may take.

If I do anything or say anything that upsets you, please let me know. I can be a bit dense sometimes but if you let me know it bugs you I can do better to avoid doing it.

Please do not reblog, share, or use any of my writing unless you are doing so on Tumblr for the purposes of collaborating with me on a story line. AKA: I do not give permission to just post or reblog my writing because you think it’s cool or want to reference it for your own project. If you like my writing feel free to show your love by hitting that like button.

#for mobile #squirreltalk

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slaygentford · 4 years

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somehwat related to yr last post but how do you sound not stupid when writing ... i guess more specifically how do you come up with an idea that is worth interrogating and writing about? i read a lot of literary criticism trying to figure out how they draw the connections they do but i just kinda end up feeling like im too dumb to come up with anything as insightful - signed, second yr english major who never wants to use the word identity again

firstly if you’re a second year English major you should not be worrying about talking or not talking about things because youre a second year English major!!!!! undergrad is a time for exploration. my complaint was for graduate students who need to square up and have discussions befitting people who have already finished four year degrees and whole ass theses, sometimes more than one, in this shit. that is not directed to you, you’re in a totally different spot in your learning journey. LISTEN TO ME EVERYONE YOUNGER THAN ME. my bitching is always directed LATERALLY, or upward, sometimes, because I have the self preservation skills of, like, the squirrel in ice age. ok thank you. so don’t feel anxiety about that right now, don’t ever like, try to can yourself or put limits on what you can and cannot discuss, because that shuts a door on learning.

secondly. I mean generally what I do is like...free write. just monologue/bullet point my thoughts and write through that thinking, and then you have a record of your thinking, and then you can go back and pick out the stuff that is most interesting. in terms of choosing something worthwhile, what you think is interesting is worthwhile. like, point blank. this is literary criticism, you know? it’s two fancy words but it’s all fake. not a lick of this is real. it receives the meaning you imbue it with, it receives the meaning you assign to it. like yeah obv there has to be an amount of textual “evidence” but. by being interested in something and then paying attention to that thing, you are MAKING it worthwhile. does this make sense?? and the more attention you pay to it, the more you go INTO it, the more it yields.

here is a completely normal and useful example. wow that washing machine is in a lot of scenes -> it’s kind of positioned centrally to the drama -> well actually the dramedy cuz it’s a comedy too -> in other words its the tragicomic nexus -> what does it mean that its a washing machine, this totally mundane appliance, that’s the tragicomic nexus? -> I guess that theres something significant abt the mundane?? -> hm all types of bodily fluids are spilled in front of it, libations even like beer and stuff, kind of serves as an altar -> maybe we can read this as an altar instead of/also with the nexus thing? -> sacrality of the mundane???? and then because this is tumbler dot com I obviously am not going to do anything with that thought like make a real conclusion out of it, but, you know. that washing machine doesnt mean shit but I sure got obsessed w it and that’s what matters.

okay listen. this is long because the last thing I want is undergrads thinking theyre dumb. you’re doing great, I can tell that just from the fact you’re worried about this kind of thing. the biggest mistake you can make is to limit yourself and that’s the real takeaway, and ALSO, how do you get to Carnegie hall? practice! so keep practicing!!

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