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mybrainproblems · 2 years

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wait i'm thinking thoughts.

dean is in heaven. he drives around a bunch (like dsotm). heaven (OG heaven) gives you the perfect world you want. except. as we've seen in so many eps. even when "perfect" worlds are created for dean, there's always a catch. things cannot be perfect. cas helped build heaven. but he isn't there. who's to say that bobby is real, that sam is real. we already know that sam and dean don't share a heaven (dsotm). really who is to say these are the real sam and bobby? who's to say that they aren't creations of chuck. it's an imperfect heaven (john down the street, cas alive but not present) that won't make dean suspicious bc with a remade heaven and everyone no longer in their own little pocket heavens, how can heaven be "perfect" anymore? but heaven can never be perfect for him bc chuck will never allow dean to be perfectly happy.

chuck won.

#having now watched a show where dabb cribbed his best cas line to use in resi (a like from twenty-fucking-fourteen no less!)#i think i may be willing to give him credit for intentionally using referencing 05x16 in 15x20 #was kinda on the fence about it bc it's a long-ass time but... 7-8 years is going p far back to crib a line #also dsotm is like. the best dabb-loflin ep. they had some really uneven output like everything is either good or horrible from them #but yeah. he's a professional writer and in a finale season i could see him looking back at old work to pull some references #which. if intentional ref to dsotm... insane.#spn #dabbnatural #chuck won truthing

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kirkwallsquad · 2 years

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AH! i think resident evil is at its best when it’s edging towards campy and overblown and FUN yk gimme a building that shouldn’t be a mansion that is a mansion, gimme lady dimitrescu yeeting her vanity across the room, gimme the overly dramatic spy drama romance with ada, gimme the nemesis showing up in an increasingly fucked up and on-fire form, like !!! i don’t want gritty realism shooter i want FUN NONSENSE that is also SCARY and INCREASINGLY NONSENSE LORE

#last year in june i hyperfixated on resident evil (8 specifically but the whole franchise lore) and man it was a fun time BUT #im so worried capcom's gonna be like it's time for this to turn into a gritty action shooter again and im like NO PLEASE NO #also idk i was inch rested in the netflix show bcs avan jogia's in it and yk it's RESI and the trailer seemed so fun but idk if the show #ITSELF is fun yk like. idk man. i wanna be grossed out and giggling when i watch the resi show not depressed #max.txt

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ystrike1 · 4 months

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Just a Contract Marriage - By Dalseul (8/10)

Marriage, heirs, and land. All of that is complicated enough without dragon blood, which kills the mothers and children that attempt to carry it. Our protagonist is a condemned princess. Willing to sacrifice anything to live on. A secret admirer can save her, but his service comes at a cost.

Elise was a weak and pathetic princess. She was protected and coddled by her special older brother. That brother was The Emperor. The strongest Emperor. The Emperor everyone feared the most, but he was too powerful. A larger than life force with too many enemies. The Emperor could control all kinds of magic. He was crazy powerful and benevolent until his final battle, but he had no children. His sister, Elise, was born weak without a drop of magic. Magic is a rare gift, and The Emperor had no other sorcerers to rely on.

He died alone, protecting his nation. He served his people, until he was overrun by jealous enemies. The amazing and perfect magical Emperor brought riches to his land. He spoiled his worthless sister. He was worshipped like a God, but in the end he wasn't one. Envious, crafty, and strong enemies hit him over and over. Until he died with no real heir, because people with magic aren't like regular people. If you have blond hair, your child probably will. Magic doesn't work like that.

Kyrstan is a slightly different case. A half dragon. The ceremonies required to birth a half are too nasty to describe here, and it ends in death. Most of the time the mother dies with the mutant fetus. In this case the birth is successful. Kyrstan was able to claw out of his mother's corpse as a newborn infant, because he grew claws in the womb.

Most Halves throughout history were born this way. Women with magic are just as rare as men. Experimenting on regular women to get dragon babies is the only viable option.

The Emperor knew he would die. He knew his perfect Empire was a glass castle. Held up by his reputation, and his beautiful magic. He knew it was over...for him. He wants Elise to return someday, to bury him and take back her rightful place. Maybe that perfect Emperor was secretly arrogant all along.

The Emperor places his magic inside his sister. It's possible because they share blood. She becomes a sorcerer, and she doesn't figure it out until later.

She accidentally kills a man with her new magic. When he explodes before her eyes she's in shock. Kyrstan is easily able to capture her. He's not on her side. His brother is in power now. He must deliver Elise to the capital city, where she will be killed off before a crowd.

She may have magic, but she has no Empire or training. Also Kyrstan is trained and boosted by magical strength.

She has no hope.

Kyrstan takes her to the capital. Elise is wrecked. Destroyed. She lost it all. She has no family. No home. No money. No friends. No safety. No freedom. Only death awaits her.

She tries to seduce Kyrstan to save herself.......and it doesn't work.

Kyrstan seems cold. Reptilian. Unfeeling. He occasionally speaks with Elise, even though her future is set. She sees holes in him, but they don't make sense. He's willing to watch her die....but he refuses to sire an heir.

Kyrstan is half dragon. The woman he marries is doomed to die. He's been refusing to marry for years. Elise is confused by his mercy. He's so cold to her plight, but he refuses to continue the deadly breeding cycle.

Kyrstan really admires Elise. They were never friends. They were never close, but he used to watch her at parties. He sort of idolizes her. He sort of loves her. He just knows there's no point. He is one strong man. If he runs away with her they will be caught.

He hides his devotion well.

Elise pieces together his twisted admiration. Death draws closer. Kyrstan will be alone for the rest of his life..

...unless she makes him an offer.

Her body.

A contract marriage.

A child, in exchange for her life.

She will not die, with The Emperors magic within her.

Kyrstan cannot resist, and his brother agrees.

He wants more weapons that look just like Kyrstan.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Just a Contract Marriage

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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raven this is so stupid and i can't stop thinking about it:

resi 8 villains trying a carolina reaper

Oh god. You just want them to suffer, huh?

Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau, and Karl Heisenberg trying a Carolina Reaper.

Warnings: mention of vomiting.

Masterlists here!

Mother Miranda

You know what? Screw going through the effort of taking Miranda down with guns like Ethan did. Just give her a Carolina Reaper. It'll get the job done faster.

Listen. Mild salsa is way too spicy for this woman to handle. She would just like. Die. Immediately.

Violently coughing, tears streaming down her face, nose running, looking about as red as the pepper itself. The works.

Probably ends up with a hoarse voice afterward. Never again.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina has doubts about the true intensity of the Reaper.

She's also overly confident in her spice tolerance. As if most of the food she eats isn't entirely unseasoned.

Alcina hates looking undignified. She tries so hard to not have an overt reaction.

She's wearing the expression of somebody attempting to repress a cough, but she is, in fact, coughing. A lot.

As the heat climbs, so does Alcina's temper. Whoever introduced her to that pepper is going to die.

Like Miranda, ends up with a hoarse voice afterward.

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela's first thought is simply "no".

She starts shaking her head, stares at the floor, gets really stiff, sniffles about ten times, and squints her watery eyes. Great. Now her makeup is going to be more messed up.

She doesn't know what to do with herself. She forgets how to function and starts slowly dissolving into flies.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cass strikes me as the type of person who, upon learning about the pepper, would be into eating them as a challenge. It's like an endurance test! And mother didn't raise no bitch.

Look at how long she can tolerate the agony before shoving bread into her mouth!

She's barely even teary-eyed, right? Right!?

Watch her try and handle two at once!

Daniela Dimitrescu

The Reaper is one of those things Dani tries with little forethought and then regrets immediately.

Screams. Deadass just screams. Her family thinks she's being murdered or something and instead finds her running around in circles, fanning her mouth and crying.

She clutches onto one of her sisters, relying on them to support her weight as she lets her knees give out beneath her. "I'm dying!" she tells them, over half-serious.

Donna Beneviento

Donna handles it... better than most.

Yeah. The burn hurts. But you wouldn't properly gauge just how much it does by the look on her face.

Her expression is just... slight discomfort.

Her eye is watering.

Face is a little flushed.

That's it.

After about a minute, she gets up, calmly walks to her fridge, and grabs the milk.

Salvatore Moreau

Poor Salvatore would puke the very moment the heat initially hits.

Sticks his head straight into the reservoir's waters in an attempt to find relief.

It doesn't help. It only makes it worse! And it probably triggers a transformation into his (more) mutated form.

He has spice hiccups for a long while afterward.

Karl Heisenberg

Psh, how bad can it be? Karl thinks it's all an exaggeration and tries the pepper without hesitation.

Oh.

Oh no.

Karl attempts to keep his reaction minimal. He can't.

He's cursing up a storm.

He's banging his fist on the nearest surface.

He's pacing back and forth, only to eventually stop and lean over with his hands on his knees.

Just starts spitting and drooling onto the ground, not caring if it's gross to do so.

#mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #dimitrescu daughters #lady dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #lady beneviento #lord moreau

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rengokuneedshugs · 2 years

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Ethan from resi x reader

That would be groovy

Ofc lovely! So I'm going on if Ethan survived 8 and didn't save Mia in 7 ALSO this one is for female reader but ofc if you want a different pronouns or gender I can do that too! Thank you so much for the request Anon! tbh i'm going for a lighthearted yet real feel so i hope its not too weird

Ethan Winters X Fem! Reader Headcanons

So Ethan is really insecure about his hands

Especially after the village

He refused to hold your hand with his damaged one for a while

It took a lot of reassurance and love for him to get even close to feeling better about his hand

His favorite past time is cuddles

Most the time he'll just come over to you and pick you up

And away to whatever you two can cuddle on

But with little rose it's not the easiest to get that time

Holding her during cuddle sessions make them even better sometimes

He loves the late nights when he can just hold you

No worries or paperwork

Just you two in your shared bed

He makes sure to get the comfiest sheet set possible

Comfort is priority to him

He loves it when you lay on top of him

It's cute to him

A close eye is always kept on you and rose

After all the events that happened and the people he's lost he can't lose the two of you

He likes to shower together

It's comforting to him

He loves the HOT water

Be prepared for a scalding shower if it's with him

He doesn't feel clean unless the germs have been burned off

Nightmares are a common thing with him

Please be patient with him

And hold him

His nightmares are often about losing you or Rose

So please even if you have to walk him through the house to see her just be there for him

After those dreams he NEEDS to know that he still has you two

He can't lose you guys

There have been countless night that you've woken up to him crying

It never gets any easier to see your lover so hurt but you always try to be there for him

Every now and then you try to sit down together and watch a tv show and if Rose is awake you watch Disney movies to make sure she gets good images and not the nightmarish things you've had to see before

They both love Cars

Ethan likes to point out plot flaws and inappropriate jokes throughout the movie

He taught Rose how to say "Kachow"

Overall you have all been through some rough things but you're strong when you're all together

It's a loving family in the winter's household

Soooooo that's all for now but TBH i would ABSOLUTELY write more for Ethan! I hope you enjoyed it was so much fun to write this also don't judge its like midnight and i'm sleepy ANYWAYSssss remember to drink water and eat a full meal and get some good sleep lovelies!!!!

#ethan winters fluff #ethan re8 #ethan winters headcanons #resident evil ethan winters #ethan winters #resident evil 8 #x reader #reader insert #residentevil #resident evil #resident evil 8 village #resident evil village

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quietlyimplode · 2 years

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leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 8 - back from the dead

Warnings: medical procedure/red room horribleness/dreykov being creepy

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: I feel I should have said earlier that this is not cannon compliant. There’s a lot that happens that is modified to fit the narrative. General angst, whump and hurt. Take care of yourselves always.

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Whumptober Masterlist

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Liho curls with Natasha as Clint drops her in her lap.

The blood transfusion almost half way through.

“Tell me again,” she demands to Tony.

He nods.

“It’s got tracers in it. They can’t detect it, but we will be able to find you. There’s another under your skin on your hip, and you’ll have one in your clothes. We’re coming with you as far as we can, and we have the location of the Red Room or where we suspect it is.”

She nods.

“It’s not enough,” she surmises.

“No,” Tony agrees, “it’s not.”

Natasha watches the blood flow into her arm.

“What are you sedating me with?”

She knows the ins and outs, they’d made the plan together.

They leave for Resi in the morning, ten hours form now.

The quinjet ready to go.

“It’s a painkiller compound with a light sedative. I’m hoping that the combination takes away the pain but also doesn’t leave you out of it for too long.”

There’s apprehension curling in her gut, going in blind to Russian compound is not her favourite part of this plan. They could do anything with her.

“Then what?”

Tony shrugs.

“Then we wait.”

Natasha falls silent.

“They have a week,” Bruce says, speaking for the first time. “If they haven’t been able to cure you in that time, then they don’t intend to. A week. Okay?”

Clint feels her freeze at that.

A week was a lifetime in hell.

“If you can get word to use before that,” Steve says softly, “we will come and get you straight away.”

There’s a scoff as Clint rolls his eyes.

“She’s not going to summer camp,” he argues.

“No,” Steve says slowly, “I know, but she’s done it before… got out?”

Natasha rolls her eyes. Liho ruffles in her lap, tuning in to the tension in the room.

“Stop,” she commands Clint, who looks red in the face ready to rebuke him.

“Fine. Is there anything else?”

Tony shakes his head.

Bruce avoids her eyes.

Steve looks at her with resignation.

Clint crosses his arms.

“You can go,” she tells them.

There’s protest, but she holds up a hand and shakes her head.

“If I’ve got to do what I know I have to, you all need to leave.”

There’s a hardening in her heart.

Bruce leaves first, then Tony, and lastly Steve holds his position at the door.

“I’m staying outside if you need anything,” he tells her, and like the solider he is, he stands watch.

“You too,” she tells Clint.

But it’s too much of an ask.

“No.”

She stares him down.

“No,” he says again. Arms crossed across his body,

“I’m not leaving you alone in this.”

Natasha sighs.

“I’m always alone in this.”

He crawls next to her, moving Liho out of the way.

Gently gently picks up her hand, and kisses it.

“You’re not alone, you’re never alone. Even when it feels like it, even when the world is dark.”

He picks up a pen from the side table and draws a little arrow on her hand. And then another.

Small signs, no bigger than her little finger nail, drawn sporadically on her body.

“They’ll go, but you’ll see where they were and remember,” he says, capping the pen and pushing next to her. She still feels the light pressure of the pen, and knows that he’s right.

She motions for the pen and draws them on him too.

“Don’t forget,” she whispers.

Staring at him, she takes in everything about him. His hair, his wrinkles, his eyes and nose and mouth. Things to help her through.

If they take her memory, what’s left of her?

“You’ll be with me tomorrow?”

“Every step of the way.”

Natasha doesn’t sleep, but she does lose time.

Chunks of time missing from the clock and she grimaces to herself that she can’t do that when she’s there.

To be fair, she hasn’t even thought more than a day ahead. One step at a time, sometimes only minute by minute.

If she thinks too far ahead, she knows she’ll spiral; and that’s one thing she can’t do.

Clint dozes in and out, his hand always on her. Liho, even though she’s not used to being here, stays at the end of the bed.

She knows Steve doesn’t leave his post. Tony’s likely watching cameras, Bruce probably meditating nearby.

The television plays renovation shows, that Clint complains about, making her lips twitch; and they both complain about the timelines in which things get done.

He offers her candy, the Russian candy Tony had delivered, explaining he’d picked it up when he got Liho. She takes it, shares it and they talk of favourite candies, ranking them together.

If she didn’t know what she knew, she could almost pretend that…

She lets go of that thought.

The nurse apologises when she enters, explains that the last lot of antibiotics are as long lasting as they can be, and that the fluids are laced with painkillers. No sedative this time, as requested.

She wants to remember as much of this night as she can.

It may be her last as Natasha Romanoff.

An hour from Georgia, Bruce disconnects the lines attached to her.

He takes her vitals, and gently gives her a wet cloth to wipe the dried blood away and the sweat on her face.

She hasn’t had to do so much in the past couple of weeks and she’s embarrassingly exhausted.

“I think they won’t keep the lines we put in, so better we take them out than they do,” he reasons.

She agrees of course, and holds the cotton wool over where her IV line was, staunching the blood.

Clint doesn’t let go of her.

Steve goes through the exchange again.

It’s going to be at the private airfield, the location only just chosen so neither could be set up there.

In order to stay as close to her as possible, they’re going to sedate her, with Steve carrying her and Tony flanking them both.

Clint continues to surveil the location with the satellites that Tony has tasked. He has two options for sniper perches. He assumes the Russian’s will be on the left, so he choose the one on the right, near where the quinjet will land.

Bruce is going to stay, already commenting that he doesn’t like this, a growl from the hulk breaking through.

Tony pushes next to her on the other side, slips a bracelet on her wrist.

“One more thing,” he explains, “this has a tracker, I’m hoping they keep it on them, it’s made of verbrainium, so unlikely they’ll throw it away. When they take if off you it will ping it’s location every five minutes. It’s also powerful enough that it will map out the location of where it is.”

Natasha rests her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he says ever so quietly. “This is my fault.”

She scoffs.

“This is not your fault,” she whispers back vehemently.

The others pretend to not listen as Tony stares and Natasha breathes.

“They’ll fix me and you’ll come get me, okay?”

He nods vehemently. She think she can see tears in his eyes.

Clint swears. A long string of expletives as he rushes from his perch.

“No, nonono no,” he breathes, sprinting to where Steve is holding Natasha’s sedated body.

He’s so glad she’s out because if she was there, he’s sure she’d be backing out of the exchange right about now.

“Stop,” he tells the others, but it’s too late.

Dreykov stands in front of four other widows ordering them to take Natasha from Steve. They all hold guns directed at the two men, and he reluctantly gives her over, placing her on the gurney.

It’s done before Clint is even half way to the drop point.

“Stop,” he shouts into the comms.

This can’t be happening.

They’ve just given her to the devil.

The one man she betrayed, killed his daughter and took his throne.

This wasn’t the plan.

Dreykov wasn’t part of the plan.

He’s back from the dead and Natasha is fucked.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asks, his face shield covering his face as he answers only in comms.

“Get her back, she can’t go with him,” Clint huffs, trying to talk and run.

But time is not on their side.

“Clint… she needs to,” Tony’s voice is placating, like Clint is just trying to stop the exchange. He doesn’t know what Dreykov has done to her, what their history is.

He’s supposed to be dead.

“He’s supposed to be dead, goddamnit.”

Dreykov is back in his truck.

The Russians are backing away with Natasha in tow and they’re standing there sending her to a fate worse than death.

“No!”

Tony flies up in annoyance, leaving Steve on the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

Clint stops and shoots towards Dreykov’s truck, fear at what they’ve just done.

“We’ve killed her,” he mutters, shell shocked.

Dreykov smiles.

The Black Widow has come home.

He’s going to have so much fun.

Pleasure curls in his gut at seeing her helpless.

He orders the doctors on site of the makeshift hospital in Koban.

He feels better being back in Russia and all the protections that entails; sure that the Americans won’t follow them in without an international incident.

Staring at her, he orders her the widows to undress her and make sure there is nothing tracking them into the hospital.

They remove her bracelet and hand it to him, her only jewelry. He’s suspicious of it, he knows she wouldn’t come with jewelry she knows would get removed.

He taught her strategy better than that.

Handing it back to one of the widows, Dreykov tells her to send it to the Kremlin.

Let them deal with it.

She leaves immediately, and he turns his attention back to his defector.

Now dressed in a hospital gown and handcuffed to the bed, he orders her torso to also be strapped down. He’s not taking any chances.

The doctors take blood, scans are completed, even though they all know what’s wrong.

They’ve had years of this. The nanites that course through her system are the old technology; he knows exactly how to help her.

Dreykov smiles.

He knows exactly how to take her apart too.

He tells them if the diagnosis and recovery is not completed in the next 24 hours, he will kill them.

He’s sure the other avengers have a plan to rescue her.

He needs her better, because then he can start work on her.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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House Heisenberg: Karl Heisenberg- Grey Eyes

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x Lord Heisenberg

Pov: Lord Karl Heisenberg

Warnings: fluff, smutish, falling in love with the wrong person, disapproval, falling in love, hiding, kissing. Making out/up, a Little bit of fighting, bela being disgusted with men, Karl being a dick, lady dimitrescu disapproval, enemies to lovers.

Summary: Karl loves being an asshole, so the only thing he does is makes Alcina Dimitrescu furious. He'll make her oldest daughter fall in love with him.

A/n- @ firefly - graphics for dividers, Smut is under the divider.

WC: 8.3k

Resi 8 Master List // House Heisenberg Mater List

Green Eyes

She was just so damn tempting. She made my blood boil, and why not fuck around with her. See how long it would take to make the anger bubble up in her. There's no better way to fuck mentally with Mega big bitch than getting her daughter to fall for me. Just can't let the lines blur.

Well, fuck if the lines didn’t blur almost automatically. She let me chase after her. She wanted me to chase, and run after her in the hallways of distraction. Twists and turns at every corner.

I was running on a wild goose chase with Bela Dimitrescu. Out of no other reason than to send a rather painful reminder to Alcina that she isn’t and will never be the favorite.

I could ruin anything for ‘mother Miranda’ she’d love me and still pick me. That’s how the tables rolled no matter the reason why. I knew that chasing after Bela was a fucking trick It was all about the chase the thrill of it for her I could plainly see it on her beautiful face. Plainly see how she tried desperately to look over at me at the wide dinner table. Her bitch of a mother sat her girls so far away from me

As if I was more poisonous than her. I could hear the mutter of bullshit when the four of them arrived. I didn’t give a shit where the hell I was so I treated every place as if I owned it. My boots were perched up on the side of the dining table. Boots crossed at the ankle, a rather calm tone to my entire behavior.

The daughters sit so far away from me, but for now, my attention is drawn to their mega bitch of a mother. Alcina Dimitrescu was a little too loud, and a little too bitchy for my tastes. She was the ideal show of what men hated in women. Or, at least that’s how I always saw her. Alcina wanted and never gave up without a bitching session. Dinner did not go by smoothly, for a moment. Only for a moment did I wonder if it was because of me.

The thought came and passed just as quickly. Mother Miranda is here, she’s boasting about just how wonderful Alcina is. For hosting, for making this marvelous meal. Let’s be honest Alcina didn’t cook shit, and she’s not eating either. I swallow back a grunt and disapproving roll of my eyes. I eat in silence as I watch the others. I watch Alcina’s oldest. She’s looking, gazing. Bela is practically gawking at me from across the large dinner table. Alcina is just so wrapped up in Mother Miranda, in being her pet. I watch more closely, with a mental image of her oldest face burning into the back of my eyes. She’s beautiful, she’s much better looking than her mother. Bela Dimitrescu is the definition of perfection. Does she know that? She looks my way, I won’t back down. I can't help the way she catches my attention, all of my gaze. It’s all at once. She’s going to get up and walk out of the dining room. I would look around if I cared, but I can still hear Alcina buttering Mother Miranda up with her glossed-over words.

I try to be quiet as I look around the maze of the castle Alcina has for herself. I can hear the distant clicks of heels. I run my boots and hit the marble floors harder than I intentionally mean. I slow down. I let the sounds guide me closer. I let her guide me like I’m blinded in the dark. She’s so innocent looking. Bela has a look in the back of her eyes that send me chasing after her even more. The chase is getting my heart, and cock thumping. Bela is bringing me someplace where we won’t get caught. I’m not lost, my factory is a maze in itself. Finally, there’s nowhere else for Bela to run.

I do the only other thing I can think of. I trap her against the hard wall behind her, and me. She won’t be slipping through my fingers any time soon. She won’t be going anywhere if I have a say in it. I can’t help the thought of tasting her soft and precious skin. I want to know what she tastes like. I want to know how she bucks and moans at my touches. I don’t give her time to understand, or how to get out of the trap I’ve set and now caught her in.

Her hands don’t know what to do, so they fly through my hair. I feel the way my hair flops to the floor. I don’t give a shit anymore. Bela is right here stuck between me and me only. She’s got her skin laid out for the taking. The tops of her breasts are beautiful and the skin is so soft that it makes me want to drool. She moans at the touch of my hair or the way my tongue flicks between the valley of her pushed-up breasts. I don’t care which just that both options are being caused because of me.

I lick a straight line from her neck to the top of her dress. My tongue makes haste to get near her ear once again to suck a deep and large bruise. I let my mind go haywire as I lick and suck at her skin more. When I suck at the tops of her breasts I can feel her rapid heartbeat up against my lips and it drives me to want to thrust up into the tiny space I left between us.

I can’t wait any longer. Bela is too innocent. She’s so moldable. I move my hands that have caged her in against the wall. Now the only thing that stops her from running is me. She can’t process what’s going on, the fastest I’ve ever moved my arms. One second her feet are planted on the marble floor. The next I’ve got her pushed into the wall with all my might. I fear for only a quick second that I might have gotten us caught. The thought is pushed out automatically, all due to a little moan that slips out of Bela’s mouth. Her head falls back, eyes shut.

I want to make her make that sound again.

I wanna hear more of it.

I wanna be the only one that makes her sound like that.

A drop of walls is happening all too soon. This was only to fuck with Alcina. Now all my mind can think of is fucking Bela. Is taking her for my own. Ruining her for anybody else. As if anybody else will get her like this. She’s limp in my arms. So fucking confused, but her face looks like she’s ready to be fucked out.

Her moans haven’t stopped as I pushed her further into the wall. “Oh, doll, aren't you a vocal one?” She blushes and tries to look away from my gaze, but her Grey eyes are stuck in my mind now. She’s not shy, but she’s not confident. When Bela finally does look back at me there’s a smile hidden by lust and a blush. It’s as if we’ve known each other for eternity. It’s as if Bela been making me chase after her, just to let me fuck her in the dark depths of her mother’s stupid fuckin’ castle.

Had I chased after her intentionally? Most definitely I had chased after her with purpose. Like a predator with its prey. Except this was more like I was playing with my food. My food was playing right back into my hand. She wanted me, and I wanted her. Even if that reason had started off much differently in the beginning.

I had met a few women in my lifetime already, but nothing like her. What, how many men had touched her like this? How dare they touch what’s always been mine! The duke, he’d be the only man that Alcina would allow to enter the castle. But Bela, poor sweet tasting Bela would never go after The Duke. He’s great but not as good as I am. Sure he might be good with his fingers, but well… I am good at everything else.

God, if god was real. She must have created Bela with the best of everything. Bela was so much smaller than me. Her body was practically engulfed by mine. She smelt of roses, and the summertime. She felt happiness, god her skin tasted like I had died and gotten out of this fresh hell. I didn’t give a shit that Bela was smaller than me. I cared about how she rocked her head back as I sucked further hickies into her skin. Hidden at the base of her dress. Popping the shoulder of the dress to the side. A few on her shoulder, when I brought my teeth out her knees gave out and her legs dropped.

Hastily I grabbed her legs and wrapped her legs around my hips. I wanted her to stay right there always, and forever. She liked the teeth, so I grazed my teeth over a few deepening bruises, near the back of her neck. Her hands dug into my back. I groaned out in satisfaction. Her eyes are wide with pleasure, and anticipation. I buckled forward, and the feeling of her soaked pussy hit the front of my clothed cock. My jeans will most definitely have a wet spot on them, from who? I’m not sure at this point.

I don’t reach down to touch. I just tease her. From the bite of my lips to the words falling out of my mouth. Bela looks so fuckin’ innocent, as if she’s never been touched, or never touched herself in any possible way. ‘Such a wet little pussy you’ve got. Can you feel it?” Her eyes roll into the back of her as I dry hump into her pussy.

There are too many fuckin’ clothes in the way. I wish I had taken her clothes off, and stripped her right there in the dark corner of the castle. I just should have taken her for what was able to give me, then taken more.

Bela is mumbling a mess in front of me. Her eyes are shut tight, but the half smile on her face shows she’s more than enjoying the friction I’m causing for the both of us. For some reason to watch her, to watch her enjoy being right here in my arms. Watching her enjoy getting off with me makes my heart pump faster and all that blood rushes down my already hard cock. Restrained by jeans.

“I… You… We can’t.” It’s a plea. For more? Or for less, I don’t know, and couldn’t give a fucking shit in the world. She stays in the mumble mess, she tries to push into the dry thrusts. “Oh, are you enjoying yourself? Are you enjoying the way my cock is teasing at your pussy?” It’s the best fucking question I’ve asked her tonight. I want her to respond.

I’m coaxing her.

Stubborn I can see it in her eyes. She won’t give me answers. She won’t let me see past the thousands of walls she created. I sense a rather annoying presence. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER THIS INSTANT.” I can hear Alcina yelling, and screaming. I try to bite back the groan that wants to fall from my mouth, I stick my head, and bury my head into Bela’s shoulder. I breathe in the scent of roses. I try to steady my rapid heartbeat. Alcina will blame me, we all know it. I scoff as I hear the tapping of her shoe against the marble floor.

I don’t care how she’s found us. I care more about the way that the second I look up at Bela her eyes say it all The pain she goes through with her mother, how degrading her mother is every sense of horror. I can see her pain even through her grey eyes. I bite down another bout of hateful words. I wink instead and set her down on the floor. Gently almost like we hadn’t ever gotten caught.

There isn’t time to kiss her properly. There isn’t time for my hands to gaze at the small of her back as she moves quickly almost being dragged by her mother. I watch as Alcina talks to Bela. Degrading me in every word, then slapping it in Bela’s face. It causes a raging fire to grow in my belly.

It’s not quite soft. Alcina is loud on purpose so I can hear her talk. Talk about me to her daughter like I’m not even there.“I can’t believe I told you, Bela. I told you never to talk to this man, or even go near him. Just as always, you’re the one that acts like a damn fool. Curses the Dimitrescu house name.” Alcina says loudly in her daughter’s face. She grabs hard around her wrist, and it’s takes everything in me to not stab Alcina in the heart.

With what I don’t know but for sure don’t care enough.

Alcina is dragging her away from me. I continue to watch. I reach down and grab my hat dusting it off. Figuring i’ll make it out unscathed for the most part. Bela turns she’s looking over her shoulder. Eyes gleaming, asking for help. Yearning to be back in my arms all over again.

“As for you Lord Heisenberg, you are to never come back to my castle. I will tell Mother Miranda what you’ve done. Do you understand? You absolute traitor.” It’s her way of stabbing me with shabby words. Shabby threats. She forgets I’m Mother Miranda’s favorite.

I look over my shades one last time. Our eyes connect. For the first time, a first clear time I’ve seen her eyes. Dark, almost like burnt charcoal. She’s enticing in every possible way. I go back to the factory with a cock that’s chub up. Hard against my irrating jeans. I travel faster than ever before. I nearly don’t get my jeans off before I land in front of my sink.

My hand wraps around my cock. My hands are cock compared to just how hot my cock is. The mirror is dirty, and with a few broken cuts through the glass, I can’t see myself. I don’t need to my eyes are closed. My eyes are closed, and thinking of Bela. Thinking of Bela kneeling for me, with her mouth caught open and waiting for me. Waiting for everything I have to give her.

I bring my thumb over the head of my cock and let my precum act as lube. The head of my cock is red and swollen. I can still feel the way that Bela’s skin feels, I can still smell her all over me. I imagine her in my head. Her lips came down around the top of my head, engulfing her warm mouth around my head. I work my fist faster, and pump quicker. My eyes roll into the back of my head. My hand squeezes the sink and I can hear the porcelain almost break.

I can feel the tip of my cock hit the back of Bela’s throat. I can hear her gag, as she tries to keep up with me thrusting into her face. Nothing would be better than getting Bela right here and right to finish what was so rudely interrupted. I yearn for Bela to be back in my arms, for Bela to be laying underneath me, to hear her moan again.

My head falls back, and the moan that falls out of my mouth is godly. My load shoots out and covers the sink along with my own hand. The aftermath of coming on yourself is cause for showering. I drop my shades and hat onto the bed and let the water run until it’s hot. I clean my body with haste and make my way toward my bed. Getting into warmer clothes. I don’t bother with factory toys tonight. All I can see is Bela’s face. All I can see are her eyes staring back into mine. That’s what I dream about that night, but the morning is shadowed by the feeling of Alcina’s words finally hitting me.

I can hear the banging on the garage door, and rage fills my heart and stomach. I get up storming up toward the garage doors. Mother Miranda is standing there, in all her fake glory. “Mother Miranda to what do I owe this pleasure?” It’s a fake voice, the fakest use, and only around her. With excitement written on her face which is more than scary. “I’ve heard the story from Lady Dimitrescu. Is it true that you and Bela are lovers now?” She asks with curiosity. I swallow hard. “I’m sure Lady Dimitrescu told you a whole story worth the truth,” I said blankly. “Oh this is wonderful, I will see you tomorrow at the church. I have the best of ideas for you and Bela.” Like that she’s gone a puff of hundreds of blackbirds.

Always for Mother Miranda. She always has what she wants, but the thought of it sending Alcina into an overdrive of rage is a laughing stock in itself, And seeing Bela again sends a shiver down my spine. I start to think about her all over again. My pants grow tight, and I distract myself by building new toys to play with in the factory down below.

I distract myself for the rest of the day. Tinker here and there. I don’t worry about Bela. I don’t worry about the growing admiration that I have for Alcina. In a fucked up way to make an effort to have Mother Miranda hate me. She loves me, for whatever fuckin’ reason.

The next day comes quickly. The sun sets and rises with haste. I try to curve my beating heart. As I walk towards the Church. I know I’m already late, but Mither Miranda will never start until I’m there. She starts the second I sit down. My shades and hat are still on, and Alcina has forced Bela to sit on the side of her furthest away from me. I laugh internally at the notion, Alcina has no idea what’s about to come into her mind.

Her precious girl is mine. Mine is for the taking with Mother Miranda’s signature written all over it. “Alright, I have heard you Alcina. I do think that in efforts to be the best he possibly can be, along with your sweetheart of a daughter. They might have come up with the most brilliant wonderful idea.” The shock written on Alcina’s face was like the rain had finally come down during the horrible summer months. Alcina’s face shows anger, and complete and utter frustration with everyone involved. I’m trying desperately to not laugh. I have to keep my face blunt, relaxed. All in the same way my insides are churning, burning at the bit to know that Mother Miranda is more then okay with the entirety of the situation. My shoulders come to lay against the back of the churchs unused pew. As if the lord just won’t give me what I so desperately want from life.

Alcina just can’t keep her mouth shut, she needs to fight with mother miranda. She just has to get the last word in, thinking she might win an already lost fight she’s put herself in. “What are you talking about… Mother miranda you must know that Lord heisenberg isn’t actually trying to do shit right?” Alcina rips out. Her mouth can’t move fast enough to get ehw rods out. I’m used to the way that Alcina talks about me. Talks about me as if I’m not in the room, as if I’m just a child in need of discipline.

I scoff, it almost turns into a laugh. Of course I’m not doing, not shit for Mother Miranda I do what I want, when I want. I take what I want. Alcina doesn’t seem to understand that stuck behind the rules and plans that Mother Miranda sets out for us all. I try to look for Belas beautiful face, but once again I’m stopped by Alcina larger then life body.

Mother Miranda speaks with authority and it rips through the broken church building. “Now if you’re done. I have a new plan for finding myself a new daughter. I think that your daughter. Bela, and Lord Heisenberg should have this grand of a new relationship. I think this might work out very well for all of us.” Mother Miranda is gone. As always she needs no introduction, or exit. I swallow down a yawn, this whole conversation had been redundant. Mother Miranda could have simply brought Bela to my garage door instead, but she was always about the formality of things.

Needed things to go prefectly.

I was more then excited to get back to the scene we had been taken out of. I cracked my neck, standing and stretching my sore muscles. My back ached, and the more I listened to Alcina mumble on about how ‘how dare’ ‘Mother Miranda do that me’ I was growing rather massive headache. I was never afraid of this mumbling women. I stood up walking towards the both of them. Standing in front of them I waited for Alcina to throw her fit. Her traumatic fit that every three old had when they weren’t given what they wanted.

As Bela sat there. Her ankles crossed in a beautiful dress that gave a few things to the imagination. I wondered what she looked like under her dress. Under the confinement of her tights clothes. I dropped my glasses just enough to be able to see Bela under better light. She looked so innocent, warm, and bright under the morning glow. Alcina on the other hand was raging. Red in the face as she fought with the idea of running towards me or Mother Miranda.

Mother miranda had made her choice and it went agasint everything that Alcina believed in. i winked at Bela before turning to speak with her mother. “So alcina are you in the helping mood for Mother Miranda?” I question her. She scoffs, practically get’s up and throws me across the room. It’s all in her eyes, she doens’t. Alcina face changes, going from anger, and red around the tips of her ears. To a softness, and white glow. “Anything for Mother Miranda isn’t that right heisenberg.” are words a supposed to be deep throat cutting. If anything Alcina knows what I am, but I know what Alcina is.

Leaving it there. I leave the church without saying anything else. I gather myself as I walk towards my factory. Like magic Mother Miranda is back infront of me. Her eyes are wide with excitement and a fringe of happiness A scary look on her almost regal attitude. “So Heisenberg, what are you’re plan with our dear Bela?” It’s a rather pressing question since i’m not sure what Mother Miranda wants to hear. “Depends on what you need me to do, Mother” I say with ease.

Best to get the roundabout of what she wants. I can figure it’s only a small list. “I want nothing more for the two of you to be happy. It would be wonderful if the two of you could manage to give us a child. A wonderful family. Both of Dimitrescu blood, and Heisenberg blood.” Mother Miranda starts to walk, walking towards my bridge and factory. “Just a little project for me. Everything else would of course benefit the two of you” Mother Miranda speaks with such a grace, and I follow next to her. She stops short of the bridge

“I will have bela at your door in the next few days. Then she will be staying with you Lord heisenberg. We don’t need her abbdoning this plan.” Mother Miranda said, a serious look on her face. She was truly and hopefully wishing that this endevor came with a wonderful surprise all for her to use to gain what she wanted. I smiled, a tight smile. “Yes Mother Miranda.” It was all that was said between the two of us before she walked away and exploded into a few hundred black birds.

Days passed with horrible slowness. Every fuckin’ moring I think of Bela moans, and her beautfil innocnet face as I push her upagasint the wall. I feel the hard on that grows in my tight jeans. I feel the way that my heart aches for something that wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

I sit on the side of my bed. Thinking, imagining how Bela would look on her knees, her fingers working magic has they wrap around my cock. I imagine how Bela eyes, oh her grey eyes might light up in excitement, in fear. As I slip my cock into her tight pussy. I pump my cock, soft rhtymes of my plam. Each morning I jerk off to the thoughts of Bela. Each night I jerk off to more thoughts of Bela.

I think of her sopping wet pussy, as I dive my head between her thighs. How she would squeeze my head harder and harder until I wasn;t able to breathe anymore. The taste of her cunt, as my nose bumped up agasint her clit. How’d she pull my hair was pleasure and scream out my name.

My thoughts run wild for days as I wait for Mother Miranda to show up with Bela. My thoughts die down after I wait for four days, and three nights. There’s banging on the garage door and I hope that it’s not a freadily stop from Moreau, or a crazy call from Beneviento. I get up from the messy work bench that has my next craft on it. I’m not fast, but not slow. I try to not be crazy about how normal I have to walk towards the garage door.

When it does finally open. Mother Miranda there with a rather happy smile on her face. Bela is standing next to her. A dress similar to her other, but she’s layered as if she needs an protection from the burning sun that is casting down.

Mother Miranda is the first to say a word between the three of us. “Ah, Lord Heisenberg. You and Bels are going to make a lovely fa… a lovely couple.” I bow my head at her sinetly and she’s gone. Then it’s just the two of us. Tanding inside and outside. A ying and yang sort of feeling is happening. It’s the first time i’ve seen her since the church meeting where I meantally undressed her, wished that I had fucked her right there.

So her mouth could see her precious daughter get ruined by none other then me. Regardless I remember my manners. She looks so terrified, she’s a young women who’s been sheltered by her mother. Bela been told her whole life how horrible men are and here she is with such me. She sutters, but nothing comes out of her mouth. I walk closer, and out into the daylight. I take her hand. Her hands are warm to the touch, and mine are in contrast so cold. Being able to touch her without hte confinements of worrying about Alcina or anyone else brings a level of excitement into my old bones.

I struggle to not harshly drag her behind me into the garage. I try to be gentle, as gentle as my rough hands can get. “It’s not great, but it’s home Buttercup.” The nickname slips out of my mouth without meaning. I turn and look, Bela’s mouth is gaping open. Light blush on her cheeks, and the tips of ears.

I want to call her buttercup now more often. I wanna hear her call out my name, not that stupid title Mother Miranda gave me. I wanna hear her call out “Karl” with excitement, with anger, with love. I want it all, and I want all of her. I slow down my beating heart.

Bela has yet to say anything yet. I wonder about the reading but soon the thought passes and I notice that I’m still holding onto her wrist. “Also, the names Karl. None of that Lord bullshit, or Heisenberg bullshit.” My words aren’t to harsh, it’s just a rule that I want. No need for bullshit in a place of rather quite simplicity.

She still isn’t speaking, so I add something else. “Bela I assume is still okay?” She hum, but isn’t looking up at me. She instead is looking down at my hand. It’s still wrapped around her wrist, so I move it gentle into her palm.

Hand to hand.

The silence is killing me, but she still looking. I wonder for a moment if i’ve made her uncomfortable. So I let go, there’s a look on regret on her face. But I’m quick to move on. I walk towards the door leading down to the next further part of my factory.”I’m going to show you around the factory. MInd you this isn’t your perfect little cushy castle you’ve got up there. This place is dangerous and you can get lost and hurt easily. I do not need either women I hate tearing down my walls looking for you. Do you understand?” I’m trying to sound like her mother. Make her understand just how dangerous this place can get. I want her by my sides a all times.

More not responding. I wonder again for a slight moment how much she doesn’t speak. She’s so different now that she’s here. She even more quite, and she’s even more scared. I swallow down my pride and ego.

“Do you understand?”

A long moment of silence then her beautiful voice shines through.

I wunder lor…” I give her a look. An arched brow of annoycne over a stupid title.

“I understand Karl.” Bela says softly.

I start the tour with ease. I bring her down and around into each room. Reminding her to stay close, but I guess I’m moving to quickly for her. Everytime I move from one room to another. If the soldats move or creak Bela is up against my arm. Her smalls wamr hands wrapped around my bicep or hand. All over again I have to get my breathing and heartbeat under control.

It isn’t until I route us back up the upper level of the factory does Bela let go of my arm. I sadden at the loss of her warm hand on my arm. “Why do you always wear your glasses?” She asks. God it’s the first questions she’s asked since arriving here at the factory. It causes a second beat in my heart. I can’t help but be a shit head towards her. See if she’ll play back into my hand. “Why Bela?” It’s a short questions to another question.

I don’t really care what I’m asking. I rather care more about how she reacts. She rambles to get something out of her mouth. “I… you… I just think you’d; You’re eyes are very pretty is all. They’re all I think about, ever since that night in the castle. How you looked at me in the church.” She doens’t mumble any of it out, but rather she tires to get her words out like she’s trying to stop before she can anything else.

I still can’t help being a shit head. “You like the way I look at you.” I drop my voice. It’s deeper, thicker like a curse. She turns red, bright red in the cheeks, and she plays with her fingers as she tries not to look at me. Bela isn’t paying attention enough that she doens’t even notice me move frantically across the room, and in front of her.

“Look at you a trembling, wordless mess Buttercup.” I coax her. She looks up at me, hums like it’s the only things she’s got. I’m within reaching distance, not yet wanting to give in to her needful look. She closes distance between us. Chest pressed against each other. Hearts almost beating at the same time.

She throws sass into the small space between us. “I asked you a question Karl.” Bela says my name again, straining my knees to almost give out. I push my glasses down, and then off completely throwing them off into the far distance of the room. More sass gets thrown out into the conversation, but from my counterpart. “And I asked you one, now are you going to answer?” I ask. I look down at her, lust is driving every single emotion of mine. I try to not lock my lips with hers for right now.

Her eyes are wide and so grey. Almost silver how they bounce between each of my own eyes. I can’t let my mind mangle with what is important and not important. “I’m sure you’ll figure out soon enough. I want to get back to what was rudely interrupted by your mother.” I say harshly into Bela ear. I pick her up. Not caring about how she yips at the forceful move.

“What do you think Bela, huh?” It’s a rather grand rhetorical question. Not something I actually want Bela to answer. I grab her ass in an effort to keep her close in my arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around her around my hips. Bela was getting more comfortable with me I was hoping that.

I walked us towards the back bedroom. It was a messy conglomerate of clothes, old and new parts of metal, dirty clothes that are devoted to Bela in a strange and creepy way. My cock is begging to feel her wet pussy. My cock knows what’s happening. My mind knows what is about to happen. My heart is beating faster then I can possibly understand. I wonder if Bela can feel the growing erection in my trousesr. I wonder if she knows how much I want her right now. She wraps her arms around my neck, and moans into my ear, in the same motion she grabs at my hat and throws it off.

She runs her fingers, her smooth small fingers comb through my hair. It sends shivers down my spine, makes me wanna melt down to the grounds na d praise her for the rest of my long life. It causes a misstep in my walk towards my bedroom. I have to calibrate myself, let go of the tension that finding it ways to my shoulders. But the moan still falls, the moan out of simple pleasure that Bela gives me.

She doesn’t understand how much I’ve thought about her. How many nights I’ve sat here in my bedroom and burnt the imagine of her face into the back of my head. Iconiune once I level out from the moan and groan that Bela is trying to pull out of me. I throw her down to her bed, there’s no need to be gentle. Mother Miranda words come back out in my head.

“She won’t be leaving anytime soon”

Bela is utterly mine in every single way.

My bed is big enough for me, and another person. Another person to be sprawled out, legs pinned out and arms pinned out. I wanna see Bela starfished out and in no way able to get away from me. I don’t let my fantasy go to far away from me. I’ve got her right here and right now. I look down at her.

She’s beautiful, she’s perfect in every way and I want to tell her. But she’s just so fuckin’ mischievous. There’s a look in her eyes, written all over her face that tells a rather lustfilled story. “You’re such a brat you know that?” I ask her, yet again it rather rhetorical question. She doens’t answer, but she shakes her head in protest.

I grab at my zipper on my jeans. Sliding the zipper down grabs Bela’s attention. She watches as my jeans fall to floor. Bela stares with intensity, her eyes widden as the bludge in my boxers gives nothing to the imagination. Her eyes fill with wonder then worry almost automatically I sooth the worrying thoughts that are passing throug hehr innocent mind.

“Oh don’t worry buttercup I’ll make it fit.” The way it comes out is so rough and tight. It comes out less like a promise and more a good threat. One that has worth and meaing behind it. I breathe slowly and with purpose. I take myself out of the boxers, my cock loves the feeling of the cold air that pumps through the factories walls. I’m begging her in my mind to just wrap her mouth around just the tip of my cock.

Even just a little will do it for me. She gasps as she sees just how huge my cock is. There’s nothing for her to compare it to, nothing for her to by disappointed or underestimated by. I smirk the effect that Bela has on my body in mind controlling. Is an effect in a whole different way. It pushes further into my already larger ego.

“You know how to suck cock right?” I graon out, I can feel my cock anticpating her mouthg or her hand or any touch. She mumbles quietly alkmost to quite “No”. Poor innocent soul that this girl has never been treated to a good ole cock. Might as well be my cock that take her thraot virginity. I roll my eyes. I wodner for a moment, and regret the action that I take next. My cock goes back up into it confinements. Boxers rough fabric rubbing against my hard on.

“WAIT don’t… could you show me please Karl?” She begs, she says it so softly so genuinely innocently. My mind pauses, and then starts up again. I breathe, and look down at her beautiful face. My hand coming down to rub her cheeks gently with my thumb. “Fuck buttercup… alright I’ll show you” I mutter between my teeth. I get as close as possible, Dropping my boxers back down.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes at all. I want you looking at me during this entire thing okay.” I say strongly. Bela shakes her head with great eager. “Open” I say simply, she follows along. Her mouth isn’t open wide enough for my fingers nor my cock. So I do what any goodman would. I use my fingers to widden her mouth just a little bit more. When I bring my fingers out, she tries desperately to follow them.

I chuckle at the thought. But I’d rather have her follow after my cock. She licks her lips like she’s waiting her the best meal of her life. Okay relax your mouth, and take me slow buttercup.” I encouraged Bela. She did, and taking me fully for the first time being a cock sucker I eyes rolled into the back of my head. Groaning out in pleasure. I wondered if she really was a first time cock sucker. I can’t help the graons and bucking that happens. Bucking to Bela face.

“Fuck, I told you slow buttercup. But whatever you want I see.” It’s said in a breathless chance as I feel her tongue lick around the sides of my cock, and towards the head of my cock. I let my head roll back, and let myself feel the way Bela’s mouth works my cock.

I want to feel her hand, her pussy. I wanna feel eveything.

In every single possible way.

“Fuck…Shit” “Fuckin’ hell buttercup.” The curse that drop from my mouth are hardly quiet, this way that Bela has her mouth wrapped around my cock is sending me into insanity in the best fuckin’ way. I reach down, my hand grabbing a chunk of her hair. Soft at the first touch, but I can’t help to drag my finger through her hair and tug hard. Her mouth is like heaven, sucking and grazing her teeth softly over the ridges of my cock. “Fuck, Buttercup!” I can’t helpt but mumble out. The overstimulation is hard to ignore, I have to pull my cock from her mouth before…

As I pull my cock from her mouth she wasn’t having it and let mind over mouth win. Bela followed with not only her mouth but all her hands. I wasn’t able to warn her as I felt the knot in my lower stomach explode. I continued to fuck her sweet, small mouth as I rolled my head back over the back of my shoulders.

Her eyes roll back into satisfaction. She was hot, and warm. Sticky to the touch, as I fumbled with my trousers. Trying to get both the jeans and boxers off my boots covered ankles. Throwing clothes off into the distance, and my boots alone with them. I stood and stared at her.

Comparivlty she was beautiful. In every single way, she cleaned off her chin, and mouth with her delicate fingers. “Fuck, Karl can I get out of my dresses. I’m hot as shit, and I need!” She begs, Bela begs for me to undress her. Undress the clothes that have kept her body so far away from my touch and gaze.

I stumble, and have to catch myself as I stumble towards her. “Fuck yeah. Sorry. Give me a second.” I plead with her. To barely strip the rest of my clothes, my shirt still buttoned up. I ripped down through the buttons, not giving a shit about my torn clothes. All while I’m stripping from my clothes I can’t help but keep my gaze on her grey eyes. They’re glowing in the afternoon light that is streaming into the room.

When I’m finished, I come up to her small body. I jut my thumb out and run them over her lips. Her plump and delicious looking lips before diving my thumb into her mouth. She suckles and plays with the tip of my thumb.

I sigh in contentment. “Such a good girl.” I encourage her, She vibisly melt. Unfortunately to get her clothes off I have to reseed my thumb from her warm mouth. I rip into her dress, I’ll get her more. I doubt she doens’t have more. But as the dress falls and get’s scattered across the room. The more the realization hits my forehead. I would love to see Bela prance around my factory naked as the day she was born. I’d love to be able to suckle at her skin, or slap her ass.

Her breasts come falling out, bouncing out. Her nipples don’t get the chance to react to the coolness of the factory. My mouth is already on them, I can’t help the need to taste her skin once again. I need her to be closer. I don’t know what to do if she’s not close enough to me.

Skin to Skin

Her skin makes my knees shake. Her moans as I nip and tug at her taught nipples. The crane of my neck hurt but anything to have her right next to me. To have her in my space. I look up at her even with the crane in my neck I enjoy the way I see her neck fell back against her shoulders. Her gaping mouth left opened, as she lets loud and breathless moans fall from her mouth.

“Fuck buttercup. Such a good lookin’ pair of tits you’ve got. So tiny and squeezeable.” I mumble into her breasts. She giggles just a little, and breaths deeply. I play with breasts in an effort to keep her moaning. I would love to coniute to suck at her flesh, but the urge to get her on my bed. Finally get her to let me between her legs. Her warm flesh, her legs squeezing me tighter around me.

She falls with a sort of grace onto the mattress and I can’t wait any longer. I’m on her in seconds of her back hitting the mattress. I can feel her thigh, wet and thick pressing up against my already hard cock. My cock has been hard and tick agasint my trousers since Mother miranda dropped her off earlier. The more we walked in the deeper parts of the factory the harder my cock got restrained in my trousers.

Everything is on the edge of something great.

At the edge of loud moans, and the slap of skin.

A dream I’ve only dreamt a few times in my whole life.

I want to feel her lips pressed up against mine. For the first time I want something fully for myself and myself alone.

“Karl” She says sharply. It takes me out of everything happening. I worry for the spilt second before I’m falling back into the rythme. “Such a pretty girl. Such a pretty girl that’s all mine.” I manage to get out. My weight shifts as I cage her in against the mattress in an effort to keep her close as possible.

I want to feel more, so I take advantage. I run just the tips of my fingers down one side of her body. Down the side of her breast, down her rib cage, until I hit her hip. I remove my hand from her skin, and let the surprise of my padded, and rough fingers that play with her pussy. She reacts in the best way. So responsive that I almost cum right there just from her on-going noises.

I’m tryin’ not to be rough with her. I’m trying to soft, gentle and slow for her benefit. She rolls her eyes as if I’m not working hard enough. I scoff at the attitude even if she isn’t talking to me directly. Bela is looking down between the two of us. I figure that I must a mess. I can feel my hair stuck to my forehead. My tongue juts out of my mouth stuck between my teeth. I look down between the two of us.

I continue to play with her soaked pussy. I play, and play until I feel like Bela will be able to take my cock. I nudge the head of my cock up to ther soaked enterance. There’s of moment of resistance between her legs like Bela is trying to close me in, or rather get me out the words that drip from Bela mouth are shouted at me.

“I’M A VIRGIN, HEISENBERG.” She screams out at me. I don’t stop fully. I take a moment to look up at her, there’s a feel of hesitation in every single movement now. “I was assuming so Buttercup, do you not?” I go questions Bela, there’s an answer automatically, “NO I do want you cock. I promise I just you… I just wanted to tell you before…” That’s was a proper scream for a good ole fuck.

I make her words die in the back of her throat. I thurst forward, and hard into her spongy pussy. She screams, and out comes the panic. “Fuck, Shit… Karl… that hurts…” She mumbles out. Tears are brimming in her eyes, but the way she’s squeezing my cock makes me dizzy enough to almost fall and leave my whole weight on her. Before that can fall I wipe them away on her cheeks. She blsuhes and looks away. “I’ll move in a second. I just couldn’t wait any longer. I should have just taken it back in that big dumb castle. Should havelet your mother find me fucking you. I wanna hear your moans. I wanna hear my name on your breath Buttercup.” Its a bare whisper into the cusp of her ear.

The pain subsides as I see tears turn into her eyes rolling back into her head.

“I want…” Bela mumbles out

“Yeah what do you want” I encourage her.

“ I want you to move please… please just move already Karl” She begs me, bucking into my pelvic bone, fucking herself on my cock. A new layer of fresh tears fall. I wonder if the tears mean something new now. Tears of joy, you know that saying. “Alright, calm down. I’ll start movin’ now Buttercup.” I whisper gently into her ear before kissing the shell of it. I back up and rest my hand on her hip dips. My finger sprawled out for some sort of advantage.

She so fucking soft, all over. Compared to me.

It’s the soft vs rough

I remember hearing her screams of pain, passion, and lust all in one. I remember feeling the flex in her body as she arched her back off the bed, and tried desperately to get even more close to me. I remember the half crestan moon she made with her filed down nails into my skin. I remember how tight she felt as I filled her pussy with cock, and cum. How Bela skin marked up with such beauty. How my name floated off her lips and right into my pussy drunk mind.

Most importanly i remember Grey eyes looking back up at me. I remember how she kept looking at me as I rolled my own eyes back. Her pussy keeping me close by and not letting me go just yet. I remember how she hugged me tighty when my arms and legs gave out. I remember how fast her felt against my own.

Grey eyes was what I remember as I fell asleep and when i woke up the next morning they were still there.

Posted on: 04/05/23

Completed on: 03/29/23

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mybrainproblems · 10 months

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the thing is i'm hyperaware of the fact that i'm Weird About Andrew Dabb but it comes from a place of me realizing back in fall 2021 that i wanted to identify why exactly i didn't like him and deciding to do a close watch of his spn eps. and when i realized i was enjoying parts of it, i decided to see what i could turn up any of his non-spn work. (this is something i've always tended to do with creatives: tracking down older stuff for a more holistic view of their work.)

i was so stuck on how much i hated some parts of his writing (s7 dabb-loflin is horrendous) and couldn't get past that... then i found out independently that he was showrunning the upcoming netflix resi show (a franchise i both love and have complicated feelings about) which filled me with dread that the guy who co-wrote 07x22 would helm a show with a predominantly black cast -- especially with the ultimate villain, albert wesker, played by a black man (RIP lance reddick, you are dearly missed). i wanted to be optimistic but i was ready to be infuriated and was so nervous that i'd hate something i'd been looking forward to as some camp horror tv.

but then. oh. OH. it was everything i ever wanted from resi and never thought i could have. i could not conceive of a resi like this. a resi where women and poc are treated with empathy and as nuanced characters with interiority. where they are the central characters. the video games have their own issues but the movies are truly egregious when it comes to black characters. so to have a predominantly black cast (and a black female protag, no less!) and have them treated respectfully was amazing. this was a show that had heart and a somewhat diverse writer's room and bts crew (not saying it was perfect) and you could see that difference in how characters were treated and how the plot and direction was handled. (i think having female directors and producers in particular helped a lot.)

for those who have not seen the anderson/jovovich movies: there is always a token black character and they will always die by the halfway mark bc they make stupid decisions. it's non-stop tits and ass shots of jovovich (which feels super weird when the director is her husband). alice (jovovich) is an Action Girl who is frequently subjected to sexualized violence but unfortunately, i love the camp horror of it. it's complicated. the video games have their own issues with the portrayal of women and ada wong being DLC feels really shitty when she's so pivotal. women are largely either helpless or Strong Sexy Action Women.

like i really cannot express just how much 8 episodes of tv so wholly changed my opinion of a writer/showrunner bc it showed such growth. a showrunner is only one piece of the puzzle of a tv show but they are the ones guiding it and the ones who have substantial influence in the hiring and development/direction of the story.

it's like. i don't forgive dabb for 07x22 and the shit he wrote with loflin (or solo, tho he improved a lot without loflin), but to see how resi turned out and to read/watch interviews with him and the bts crew is like. oh, okay. i think this person gets it now. i don't think i can forgive and forget bc s7 makes my blood boil, but i can accept that growth has happened here and that's what we should want from people.

also i'm gonna say that when i look at how i am Weird About Dabb and take a step back, i can see that i'm about as weird about him as some folks are about other writers and actors from spn (and willing to acknowledge his faults). i just chose a weird writer to be Weird about.

sorry but i just have a lot of feelings about resi.

#it really breaks my heart that in interviews with the bts folks they talked about how this was *supposed* to be a diff take on the franchise #that both worked with canon but didn't require the viewer to have 20 years of plot stored in their brains #to see these ppl who were so passionate and clearly loved the franchise and wanted it to grow and change and then have it cancelled #then there's the interview with dabb where they asked him about casting reddick to play a historically white character #with his answer basically being 'he expressed interest. you don't turn down lance fucking reddick. we adjusted the part accordingly.'#'if you watch the show you'll understand the changes to wesker and why he's alive even tho he died in the games'#the answer was just 'this wesker is a clone' with zero acknowledgment of the race change. it was amazing.#i'm so so so SO sad that we lost this show after one season and i've cried over it but i'm glad we at least got one season #it was so 'this is everything i ever wanted and didn't know i could have' that idk if i can go back to the main franchise #resi

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opieno · 2 years

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⚜𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚⚜

did this a long ass while back when resi 8 came out and got reminded of it while watching a lets play just now so why not repost it here.

how could I (a certified milf lover) not do an edit of her??

#sims #sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #sims edit #sims 4 edit #resident evil

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annamarabella-grumble · 1 year

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mass effect replay thoughts, episode 8

episode 1 / episode 2 / episode 3 / episode 4 / episode 5 / episode 6 / episode 7 / episode 9

so, we went to ilos. we found the conduit. we learnt a lot about the protheans and the true purpose of the citadel — so the citadel is both the catalyst and a relay for the reapers to get through?? or did i hear that wrong??

in any case, it’s really satisfying to go through the setup for the trilogy again while playing through mass effect 3 on my own time and seeing it all come together there

why is the conduit thing timed?? why is it so tight?? i mean, it’s easy to just drive past the geth units and armatures, but… like, is that there to play gotcha with the player if they act on instinct and think they have to fight their way through, only to realise too late the conduit is closing? i bet players who did at first were so pleased with that “mission failure” screen (or whatever else it is you see, i’ve just barrelled through on both playthroughs but not without nearly having a heart attack the first time)

and then getting to the citadel in time to, uh, not stop saren is just watching him enter his resident evil 4 era. love that for him

legit, the first time i played it through i was facetiming my friend (because she wanted to see my stupid face just as that moment happened, i suspect) and just yelled WHAT IS THIS, RESI 4??? bless his rearranging limbs and entrails cascading off his skeleton, but i was NOT ready for that

garrus and wrex when they believe shep’s dead 😭 oof the hollow grief all over their faces

and then! garrus lighting up!! when he hears footsteps!! aaaaah!!!

and wow literally in that moment i remembered the start of mass effect 2 and how utterly cruel it must have felt not to lose shep here, and then only months later… didn’t make that hurt any less, i gotta tell ya

don’t imagine garrus’ insurmountable relief that shep’s fine, and knowing then how deep his feelings for them run; don’t imagine all of it driving home how it can all end any time; don’t imagine how he still can’t bring himself to tell shep; don’t imagine his despair when, so soon after, shep dies in the collector attack and it’s too late, he wasted his chance

yeah, we’re ok

anyway, we’re on to mass effect 2 now, and we’ve changed shep’s look 👀

omega really is the place to go if you want two merc husbands for the price of one trip

can’t wait to visit garbage man for story time

kelly “i just want to hug garrus and tell him it’ll be ok” chambers

ME TOO KELLY, ME TOO

all those dossiers!!!!!! good lord. all those loyalty missions!!!!!

i cannot believe that hackett’s tracker just switched ass cheeks in the resurrection — barely back on the normandy and we’ve got an email from him. granted, it’s about the final resting place of the normandy and not immediately another alliance war crime to cover up, but like. grandpa. be serious. a lil “hey so you’re not dead, that’s nice” was too much work????

anderson like “hey if you’re really not dead, come see me.” thanks for reaching out dad 💛

#mass effect 1 #mass effect 2 #meta #grumble has thoughts #video games #mass effect legendary edition #mass effect

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chellyfishing · 1 year

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okay let’s do the videos game i played this year

uhh obviously as per i played a stupid amount of ffxiv. like i don’t think i have a record of hours played this year nor am i interested in knowing. i did my first current tier savages this year though??? (right? that was this year? or late last? i think it was this year.) also farming exes while they’re still new and not crying the whole time?? who is SHE??? i was going to say this is the year i became a whm main but i think that personal tragedy happened last year actually.

i finished until dawn in april. i actually did... pretty well without a walkthrough, i did restart after i got the dog killed bc i felt so so bad about it (this is the kind of thing i think is understandable and acceptable) and then i had some ehhhh struggles with those final hold still QTEs to get everybody out before things exploded but otherwise i mostly made... okay choices?? FOR THE MOST PART??? i discovered later that there aren’t as many places you can get people killed as i thought tho so tbh i don’t think my performance was that impressive. anyway i enjoyed this game, the further along i got in it the more i had to play it in short bursts cause it’s uhh kinda stressful? and listen i don’t mind explaining to you that for me the fear is not in the monsters or the jump scares the fear is in messing up, the stress of getting someone killed because of my mistakes and my wrong choices and my inability to play the game right. horror means different things to different people and for me the real horror was in the imperfections we revealed in ourselves along the way.

okay i nearly forgot that i did play my switch for more than piddling around in zelda and mario and i did actually play another new release besides stray (see below) this year which was the stanley parable ultra deluxe back in april (or may?). i never played the original so i was happy to grab this and just spend a few days exploring it. i watched the ox kids play it and was amazed that with how thorough i thought i was i STILL missed a bunch of stuff! but they also missed stuff that i did. incredible. so fun and funny and when i had the bucket for less than ten seconds i already knew i would both kill and die for it. i think this is the only switch game i finished this year which, come on, self.

(i did play a lot of botw and mario odyssey this year i!!!! just haven’t finished them!!! DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!!!)

replays of resi 2 and 3 remakes as well as 7 and 8 in june because they all got ps5 upgrades and i got a ps5! i am like one or two trophies away from plat on all of them and i hate it!!! for 3 and 7 they’re the hardest mode (inferno and madhouse respectively i think) trophies bc there’s this stretch before you can get your good items from the item box that are just So Hard and you have to actually be good to get through them and i am not!!! for 2 it’s the stupid 4th survivor mode, again you have to actually be good. and for village it’s a couple of mercenaries mode trophies that i could probably get if i would just sit down and play mercenaries mode for a bit, i said i would do it when the dlc dropped and it has and yet here we are.

in july i played titanfall 2! wow this game was a lot of fun and a lot more emotional than i expected!!! if you followed me on twitter at the time you got to witness my emotional breakdown. i might revisit this someday to get more trophies but for me the fun i had in this was just kind of jumping into a short campaign and blitzing through it in a weekend without trying to be good or complete. i didn’t even really mess around with the collectables and i kind of don’t know who i’ve become as a person.

control also got a ps5 upgrade so i replayed that also in july to get the plat again. while i was at it i 100%’d both dlcs as well. i love this game!!! i love the setting, i love the story, i love jesse, i love the sense of humor, i love the other characters, i love how weird things are sometimes, one day i think i’m actually going to sit down and read all the documents because i HAVE THEM ALL (except like... one that you could only get with a ps4 preorder or something?? idk i forget, it’s not important) and i love the writing! this year we also got confirmation on the sequel and man. MAN. GIVE IT TO ME I’M SO READY.

i played journey to the savage planet... also in july! i had a lot of opinions about this game and i remember going over them a lot on twitter. i loved so much about it but there were just some things i kinda haaaaated. like there are some things about the way the game is mechanically that are so SO frustrating (there’s no MAP in the EXPLORATION GAME??) and i really just wanted to explore this weird planet and eat goo and look at new critters with one brain cell. i dunno! also no plat bc there are like 3 or 4 co-op only trophies. i think i got almost all the others, i’m missing like one in the main game, one in the dlc, and i think you’ll catch me dead before i try old game minus if i was already frustrated enough with the normal version of the game.

i played town of light in (checks notes) july and uhhhhh. this game is a lot! there’s not a lot to it mechanically, it is more or less a walking sim, and there are some aspects of the gameplay that don’t feel great, i remember being unclear on where to go at times and the game is not always great at letting you know. but the story. i was an absolute sobbing wreck at the end. like, so many trigger warnings, you guys, and i don’t think this is right for everyone, but if you think you can play it you should, or maybe watch someone else play it. it is... gripping, heartbreaking, very hard to get through in places, especially for people with certain lived experiences.

i played wytchwood in uhh mumblemumblejuly which is easily a new favorite game. it’s like a fairy tale where you play as a witch going through different areas and the main gameplay loop is finding items and recipes, crafting them to get more items to craft more to get more to solve story and environmental puzzles to progress the plot. the story is so fun and well-written, the graphic design and animation are beautiful, it is really the kind of game i picked up and INSTANTLY went “i love this already so much.” just so good and cozy and wholesome, i would recommend to everyone honestly. whitethorn is a new favorite developer. oh also if you like trophies this is an easy plat as you get all of them just playing the story.

i played tacoma and it was still the month of july. this is from the same people who made gone home, so if you liked that you may also like this. it is another walking sim, all though you’re in space so sometimes it is a floating sim. i loved the characters and the story, plus there is a cat that you can find for a trophy. it’s really good! however, fuuuuuck steve gaynor, and to my knowledge he still works at fullbright, so up to you if you want to give them your money.

obviously, i played stray when it came out in (checks) are you kidding me?! july?! this is the other new release besides stanley parable (and resi8 dlc if you count that) that i played this year since i usually wait for stuff to drop in price but this wasn’t that expensive since it’s an indie game and uhhh i wanted to play it!!! also it is goty! you play as a cat! you have a robot buddy!! i loved the world and the characters, and i cried so much at the end!! if you haven’t played it yet why!! what are you waiting for!!!

in some month that’s not even important at this point i played teacup which is another whitethorn game. it is a very very short cute little narrative game about a frog who wants to have a tea party with her friends. like this is just a game you sit down with when you want something so cute and cozy and you’ve already played wytchwood so many times. the kind of thing you could play with a little kid if you have one of them lying around. very pleasant and cleansing. also another slam dunk plat.

in OCTOBER the resi 8 dlc dropped and i played that, like stayed up all night when it released kind of played through it. i’m surpised that i haven’t already replayed it twenty times because i did like it a lot! i like rose and you know what some of the stuff in this is... genuinely kind of scary!! i can’t even look at the face-sucking animation it is so unpleasant. a lot of things in this game were doing a number on my trypophobia tbh. maybe that’s why i haven’t gone straight back to it. also the mannequins are scarier than the fetus monster, i said it and i meant it.

and last but not least this month (tbh started nov 30) i played tales of arise. my longer post on this game is still in the drafts haha. i guess i can talk about it a bit here tho. i... loved this game. i think my expectations were... neutral at best, ofc i didn’t love zestiria and while i liked berseria at the time i’ve never felt any particular desire to revisit it (this actually may be due to other factors that i’ll not get into atm), and i normally log literally hundreds of hours into tales games, so i guess i just wasn’t feeling optimistic about being impressed by it. and i was wrong!!! i really think this has some of the most mature character writing of any game in the series. normally the characters are like one half assorted disparate lol xd random quirks and one half trauma without the two sides melding very well but i felt that much much less in this game. there were things in the story writing i thought were pretty typical for the series and things that i really liked and appreciated! i ended up loving the characters, loving the way they grew as individuals, in relation to each other, and as a group, and i actually remember what happens in the plot which is uhhhhh a bit more than i can say for the last two games. also? voice cast was flawless, no notes, yeah even papenbrook, yeah i’m as surprised as you.

aside from that, i actually played my first real matches of both among us and overwatch this year and had a lot of fun. LOST BIG HARD in overwatch every single time sorry team i was drunk and wouldn’t have known what i was doing sober. oh but i did get most damage blocked as reinhardt (had to look his name up) in one match!!! also winning a mungus match with @foxxxy--mulder as my co-imposter against a team of hardened vets who ate each other alive for us is one of my most cherished gaming memories of the year. i hold it close to my heart and think of it often.

stuff i’m looking forward to next year:

resi4 remake obviously!!! i pre-ordered it immediately i’m SORRY i know pre-ordering is BAD i never do it but resi is an exception!!! and it comes out on my BIRTHDAY!!!!

oxenfree: lost signals! i know it was supposed to be released this year and has been delayed a couple times which is... not a great sign. like i am PRO-DELAY don’t get me wrong!! i’m glad to hear it for a lot of reasons!! it’s just usually when you hear stuff get pushed back... more than once it’s a little worrisome. however i’m still excited for it and hope for the best!

horizon forbidden west--yes obviously this doesn’t come out next year, but i will almost definitely be playing it in 2023. in fact it’s on sale right now for a price i don’t hate and i’m contemplating picking it up after i get paid, since ofc i’ve been aching to play this for months and months now.

hmm it seems there is a grimgrimoire remaster coming out next year. i will consider that seeing as i am a simp for vanillaware. (13 sentinels is another game i actually might get my hands on next year finally.)

OBVIOUSLY LOZ? when am i not looking forward to loz?? i am never not looking forward to loz.

MAYBE ffxvi. i’ve still not played a non-xiv ff game (YES I WILL PLAY IX AND WHATEVER THE OTHER ONE I HAVE IS EVENTUALLY SCOUT’S HONOR) but. they kinda got me with the primals in the teasers. i don’t know though. and actually even if i do decide to play it i won’t be surprised if this is a thing like forbidden west that takes me a year to get to because new AAA games are just so goddamn much money and i need to really really want something to pay that much for it.

while it has no release date and may not be coming out until at least 2024 rest assured i will be spending 2023 looking forward to hadesgame 2.

oh and pretty unlikely to be released in 2023 but that new IP from the bioshock devs?? i’m already in line for it.

with a special shoutout toooo all the games i have that i haven’t played yet. when i’m feeling less anhedonic (dare to dream) i will once again try to get back to my goal of doing short games on weekends, at least.

#deep thoughts

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1, 4, 11 and 13 for the fandom asks. Any fandom, whichever fits best ^_^

1. the character everyone gets wrong

AYLA CHRONO TRIGGER. I KNOW PEOPLE ARE GREAT WITH HER IN MY LITTLE NICHE BUT THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I'VE SEEN HER REDUCED TO 'HOT AND DUMB' IS ANNOYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she's the leader of her people, talking to AND effectively communicating with people from the future about concepts she's never encountered before now AND SHE'S DOING THIS ALL IN A SECOND LANGUAGE. she is very strong and capable and has many moments throughout the game where she says some pretty profound and inspiring stuff, but because she speaks a little differently and has a sexed up design, she's just for looking at apparently 🙄🙄 God forbid a woman be hot AND clever

(^that goes for all hot and clever ladies in media for me, I just feel particularly butt hurt about ayla)

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Uhh... I block pretty liberally and just try to avoid drama in public if I can, but usually I unfollow if my dash was getting clogged with shit. The only example that comes to mind isn't a fandom one but I blocked someone once because they were being way too American for me (I know I joke around in varying degrees about Americans, but this was like. Too much about gun bullshit and displaying closed mindsets to other cultures.. No thank youuuuu)

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

Dunno cause I lost my main 😭

I know I filtered dead poets society cause I really don't give a shit about that film, ever since we had to watch it in class lol

I probably had most Marvel stuff filtered too I think, but otherwise I think it was just flashing gifs and insects and stuff that I don't really want to see in general

13. worst blorboficiation

Uhhhh... This is hard to think of. I generally try to avoid fandom takes I don't vibe with and my brain is slow today so ummmmmm

I'm just gonna say the way Capcom have treated their main resi characters LMAO. Especially the Redfield siblings... Like dude they're the best how do you fuck them up!? Chris isn't stupid by any means but throughout the series he just gets worse and worse and makes weird decisions that don't even feel plausible from a character flaw standpoint. He was done fucking dirty in re6 and then re7/8 was just. What the hell. 7 didn't look right but whatever, 8 he looked SOOOO FINE but acted BADLY. (I LOVE re8 but I.... Kinda hate most the story decisions LMAO)

AND CLAIRE!!!????? I LOVE CLAIRE SO MUCH AND THEY DID WEIRD STUFF TO HER :''''(

she's a capable, if a little hot headed, badass that is VERY FUCKING CLEVER. I really enjoyed seeing her in re2r and and cv, but then in rev2 that was straight up not Claire? Like, you can't tell me that she suddenly lost her ability to talk to children like humans when she helped Sherry in re2. She felt flanderised in the worst sense and the game left me feeling very frustrated at a lot of character points. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE FILM/TV PERIPHERALS. I'LL TRY TO KEEP IT SHORT BUT BASICALLY. INTO DARKNESS WAS A CRIME AGAINST CLAIRE CAUSE SHE NOT ONLY HAD THE MORE INTERESTING PLOT POINTS TO FOLLOW, BUT WAS DEPICTED SO POORLY AND EVEN MADE INTO A WEIRD DAMSEL IN DISTRESS FOR LEON... SHE WAS SHAFTED SO HARD JUST FOR LEON TO TAKE CENTRE STAGE (BUT EVEN THAT FUCKED LEON OVER A LOT TOO TBH) and I'll refrain from the other times she's appeared in movies cause it's been a while since I watched any and I don't wanna go on too long into incoherency haha

Send questions from here

#rads asks #future dregs

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buzzsawbrando · 10 months

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I’m not sure if this has been already asked before, but what inspired you to make art?

First time someone's asked me this, actually!

But, my art is a very strange amalgamation of inspired things, because I take inspiration from everything I get into to be able to improve my own artwork. But if you're asking direct inspirations (as in what really started me to draw) then I'll end up talking about both. Because I like rambling lol

What started making me draw probably isn't what most people expect from me,

Since I was a young kid, I would primarily stick to drawing really simple shaped characters. Kirby and Starfy characters were really easy for me to draw, and it helped me branch out to drawing more complex things like Pokemon or characters I liked from Brawl. (Captain Falcon was a character I mained extensively in Brawl and REALLY wanted to draw him as a kid. I still main him in SSB Ultimate alongside Kirby!)

Though, I did have way more relevant things from my childhood that probably left WAY more of an impact on my current art style today than anything else.

Resi 4 and Resi 6 specifically are the RE games I remember the most clearly from my childhood. ESPECIALLY Resi 4. Kind of strange to hear that 8 year old me ended up getting into these games alongside shit like Kirby, but my parents were never ones to really 'censor' what kind of gaming content their kids consumed and I would always watch my mom play through Resi 4 and Resi 6.

Resi 6 especially had a big influence on me because of one certain guy...

It becomes a common theme with me and evil blonde men, for some reason.

LIST OF AMALGAM'D INSPIRATIONS I'VE ACQUIRED FROM OVER THINE YONDER YEARS

This is either going to be really long or take nearly no time at all to write out. So here we go.

The most GLARINGLY obvious inspiration in my work (and has been for years) is Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

Jojo part 1 and 4 had probably the biggest impacts on my art-style today. I even own Hirohiko Araki's Manga in Theory and Practice book which helped me draw muscles the way I do! He has an entire section in that book showing off his sketches and how he drew bodies during the development of Jojolion, which helped me out tenfold in regards to drawing muscular bodies to get results I wanted.

Also can't forget the.. Most glaring awakening I had in my entire life because of this series.

fuck you jojo

Berserk is a much more recent inspiration but its weaseled its way into my art in quite a few ways.

I've always loved Dark Fantasy as a genre, but consistently despised how it was handled. I avoided Berserk for a lot of reasons, but man binging it was probably the best decision I could've made even if I'm late to the party. It is DEFINITELY not a story for everyone, but I read it at a time when I think I needed it most in my life and it'll always stick with me for that. Berserk isn't a perfect story by any means, but I will always appreciate its influence and the ways it handled trauma as a subject. I still hope one day to capture some of the gorgeous aspects of Miura's artwork in my own, if that's even possible.

Skullgirls was a big inspiration in my work as a young'un, surprisingly enough.

It was a Fighting Game that really got me into FG's as a whole, and I think its really cartoony and 'bubbly' style absolutely inspired the way I draw a lot of things today. Eye shapes, thick lines, bright and poppy colors etc etc.. SG definitely had an influence on my work, even if it's hard to see today buried underneath all my other inspirations.

Osomatsu-San is probably my most shameful inspiration. To date.

It's not a bad anime or anything. In fact, it holds up really well. Hell, I've been planning to binge it again someday when I get the chance.

It's shameful because I got into it at its peak, where people really had a hard-on for shipping the brothers. And still do. I will refrain from commenting on that, but speaking as an ex-"blmatsu" it was probably the most shameful time of my entire life LMAO. I was a stupid fucking kid and I am extremely glad I grew out of it.

Despite my frankly cringe-infested past, this was still an anime that ended up really kickstarting my artstyle into the more cartoon-y side of things. It also is the anime that made me love coloring my lineart things other than pure black, the deep blue of the Osomatsu lineart has always been really appealing to me and I've always liked it from an artist standpoint. I've always been meaning to draw more matsu stuff.

Yeah yeah, hold your horses, but I read Chainsaw Man before the anime was even ANNOUNCED so give me a break here.

I'm an insanely huge shounen fan, if it isn't obvious already. The only thing is that I am a picky shounen fan. Chainsaw Man ended up scratching an itch other modern shounens like Demon Slayer or whatever couldn't really reach, which was how it handled monsters.

The monster design in CSM is probably the BIGGEST reason it's up here, it is one of my biggest inspirations with creature design and generally making unique looking beasts. This mixed with Berserk ends up making a horrid amalgam of beasts in my head and what I want to create someday.

Speaking of creature inspirations, here's something that isn't a manga or anime.

Gemini Home Entertainment is, in my personal opinion, one of the better analog horrors out there.

Analog horror is really oversaturated nowdays, but GHE is such a cool end-of-the-world scenario with peak body horror that I can't get anywhere else. Scarcely uploads, but christ when it does it's haunting and I love it. GHE is also a big inspiration for a character I have that i've been working on!

Do I have to explain this next one. I never shut up about Guilty Gear. No big surprise.

GGST is the first FG i've gotten into that really kicked in how much i really love FG's as a whole.

Plus, buff men. I'm a big fan of tit what can I say.

And before this post gets too long, here's some honorable mentions.

sorry this post is so long but . I have a LOT of inspirations always.

#ask

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doomednarrative · 11 months

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I want you to know that I'm TRYING to play through RE8 (bc its a game I could get my hands on easily) and...bruh....im not built for resident evil, I'm currently watching my friend play through it so im more prepared lol

Resi games can be pretty hard honestly! 7 and 8 would fuck me up a lot with being first person if I tried them tbh, I can do the others cause I'm used to over the shoulder shooting by now and they have an assisted difficulty which I always go for. I struggle more with the early games thanks to the tank controls (not so much original 4 but 0 and 1 I've had a bit of a time adjusting to.)

#they do take a bit to get used to honestly #im not even the best at them i suck on harder difficulty lol #ask #answered

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