#It works so well! How do bigger projects....

[obsidianseven]

Themes in Murderbot Diaries Part the Second: Rambles about masking selves and secret communication tactics among oppressed groups

Damn I might have to turn this into an academic article and submit somewhere because this is getting out of hand and not a little unhinged.

Note: this is really just me jotting notes about ideas for a potential future article after re-reading Murderbot Diaries and starting to collect quotes for something bigger I don't have time to work on now. Apologies in advance and you have been warned.

I had a ramble earlier about Murderbot Diaries themes around surviving totalising control/coercive control/abuse dynamics on a personal, cultural, and societal level and now I've fallen into a rabbit hole.

Way back when I was doing my Masters I did a whole project on enslavement in Rome, which led to reading a lot about how oppressed individuals and groups (e.g., minorities and enslaved people) develop distinct forms of communication that cannot be understood by oppressor classes/groups so I picked up on that around the way Units/bots of different types communicate with each other in ways humans can't understand.

This is where we say Star Trek: TNG Measure of a Man walked so Star Trek Picard could run and Murderbot Diaries could absolutely fly.

Being able to communicate among your own and related groups is vital and people have always found a way to do it. It's also vital to find ways to do this in such a way that you can communicate without oppressing/dominant classes knowing that's what you're doing. MBD represents this really well and fits into the larger theme of "how do you tackle being a subjugated person in a massive oppressive system?" that's kind of at the heart of the books.

The complexity is fascinating. SecUnit creates code to "pass as human", which you can read as either autistic masking or as oppressed class masking and camouflage, and its movement through a world where it has to hide what it is constantly. It's very reminiscent of WEB du Bois' discussion of habitus clivé, how the identities of oppressed classes have to deflect attention from themselves with the creation of an outer versus an inner understanding of yourself because what you receive as the narrative about yourself externally is so much at variance with who you are inside—which must always be hidden.

But SecUnit also operates in a culture with an embedded enslaved group that's not simple, but features complex other groups with entangled separate interests and levels of engagement with the world. I have to acknowledge and be a bit subtle because humans have deliberately created hierarchies of sentience in Units and Bots, and I don't want to imply anything about human groups in discussing this. Fictional representations and explorations of these questions never map perfectly onto reality. But they are meant to make us think (or the good ones are).

Throughout the books I'm struck by SecUnit moving through a world very much run and peopled by non-human intelligences that it interacts with all the time. Bots and Units have separate languages, cultures, communication styles, and interests. I love that Preservation, while doing its best, has a rather flawed approach to construct rights because that's pretty typical of how difficult it is for dominant social groups and cultures to really *get* what it's like to be a minority or an oppressed/enslaved group.

Side note: I also love that, especially from Book 2 onward, SecUnit's primary currency of exchange with other bots and units is entertainment media, i.e., stories. Stories as currency with intense value, as well as appreciating them together, is ancient. Travelling and telling stories together is also ancient (hello there, Chaucer, Apuleius, etc., I see you there). It thoroughly fleshes out bot cultures as independent from but related to human culture in some subtle and fascinating ways. (Side note to the side note being that it's also refreshing that SecUnit's MO is not "become human because that's best", which is a shift from standard representations of intelligent constructs.) The whole privilege of being dominant is that you don't have to see the people doing everything for you.

What I especially love about this series and the interactions SecUnit has with other bots, units, constructs, etc., is that it shifts us away from only representing an oppressed group in terms of their relationship with the oppressors. That isn't even the dominant relationship represented in MBD. SecUnit mostly interacts with other constructs and bots as separate, functional individuals, cultures, and groups operating largely unseen by humans.

Bots, constructs, units, ART, etc., are all given the sense that they are functioning, complex individuals and cultures in the way they interact with each other. Some benefit from the structure of Corporate Rim society enough that they see no value in changing things or have been deliberately designed so that they can't make that leap. Others are getting on with their jobs in a terrible system and living out their lives. Still others are open to change (e.g., Three), or are starting to see the possibilities there.

Another side note: If labourers on twenty-year abusive labour contracts to corporations aren't a corollary to Irish workers in early America then... yeah.

I like that SecUnit uses the offer of the tools to hack a governor module a few times in the series, but only Three takes it up on that and only when it has digested the diaries themselves. Totalising societies do their utmost to make it impossible to see freedom as even a possibility for oppressed classes. I can see how, given time, the series might lead to an uprising. Three has been enslaved since birth, and has not encountered a model of construct freedom until SecUnit. Anyone who has been raised in a cult/totalising environment and had to fight to get out will know that it's a really long journey out the other side. Sorry, that's a repeat of my last mad ramble, but worth remembering.

OK I'd better stop and go back to reading this book about intelligent spider civilisations before I lose my mind.

[orbitaldot]

MESMALIE - The Demo

Hi ,! The demo of my current project, MESMALIE, is out now. This post will act as a general masterpost with links and a bit of QnA.

Play the demo (PC Windows only at the moment)

Support me by buying the Demo soundtrack!

WHAT IS MESMALIE ,???

MESMALIE is an occult visual novel / point & click adventure in which you attempt to tame your newfound Magickal ability under the guidance of a small Witches' coven in the middle of nowhere. Heed Mesmer's aloof teachings, strengthen your Magick, or just go home,,,

Questions , and Answers ,,,

How long will the full game be?

The demo is at least 1/4 of the full game. The full game will contain three sessions (the First Session from the demo + 2 others), plus a whole bunch of inbetween moments, and different routes. The next 2 Sessions are longer than the first, too.

When will the game be done?

I can't give an exact date as of writing, but I do believe I can finish this game in a year, lest things pop up in real life. That's not a promise though,!!!, I'll of course communicate a potential release as I get further in development.

How much is done beyond the demo?

As of August 2, 2025, I have most of the bigger chunks of dialogue written, and all important bits planned out (narratively and gameplay-wise). The "full" soundtrack is complete (read: all important scenes are scored, but I may make more small songs for specific moments). Game-wise, I've began properly implementing the Second Session and its main gameplay gimmick.

Where can I get the game when it's done?

The full game will likely be on both Steam and Itch when it's done! In fact, I'm in the process of setting up a Steam page, where the demo will be available as well, so please do check in later if you're interested in wishlisting it!

That should be it ,,,, If you liked the demo and you do want to support me while I work on the rest, definitely follow my Bluesky & spread word around! Also consider purchasing the Demo soundtrack on Bandcamp :)

Thank you very much for showing interest in Mesmalie. I hope it won't be too long until you'll be able to reunite with Mesmer and her coven,,, !

[babiejeeves]

my take on human spamtenna au

* Spamton is an honest car salesmen at first, but after minimal success/not meeting profit he turns to being a little bit more shady, which while better, still isnt making great business

* Snap crackle pop “great benefactor” comes along and introduces the ever so lovely cocaine

* So from that point on part of his business/word of mouth reviews as well as the benefactors influence—all of the junkies/distributors know that they can trust good ol Big Shot Autos to be discrete with business dealings..and hey if you buy a car with your nose candy he throws in a little extra for you

* This obviously goes well. Tenna and him meet up somewhere along the way at a drinking party/business exchange/networking conference of some kind, hit it off, tenna makes a deal to put him on the local news station, even more exposure, better business, all is well.

* All is so well in fact tenna decides to test out an as segment that reads more as a skit so it doesn’t decrease viewership, but also makes some incremental dough for the two fools

* Frickin goes off and is super successful (actual success? Benefactor ringing in a favor? You decide.) ad segments become a regular part of the game shows

* It’s great and golden for a while, fuckin blackberrys or iPod shuffles get introduced or something so it makes things a little tighter on the show but nothing insane—maybe some increased stress.

* But of course. Benefactor starts calling in. Spam responds—he wants Spamton to take on bigger supply—bigger projects, larger distributions—which he tries to fulfill at the cost of his fuckin entire work/life balance

* It starts getting to a point where he’s debating telling tenna because he can’t keep up—mental gymnastics of him maybe getting it—even wanting to help him out just so he can keep his head above water.

* He decides to take tenna to the base of operations—which was previously where he kept his supply, telling tenna he had to show him something BIG

* Opens door, dramatic pause—warehouse/car garage where coke setup was is CLEARED OUT EMPTY.

* cue spam freaking out and leaving.

* Tenna never hears from Spamton himself again, his last form of correspondence comes in a notification from the gov in the mail letting him know Spam signed guardianship of pipis baby over to him.

* (At this point I’m of the opinion spamtenna is engaged/already married. Idk maybe I’ll make a whole different post of how their relationship goes down/functions imo later)

* Spamton talks to benefactor over the phone a final time, in which he is reminded of his stipulations at the start of their ‘agreement’ that everything be kept strictly confidential. Obviously he fucked that up so he’s cooked.

* Everyone who worked for Spamton was on benefactors payroll, so business related mortgage/expenses stop getting paid, Big shot autos goes under. Building condemned—Spam just kinda goes back to hunker down and live there.

* With the last bit of shipment the benefactor managed to miss he ends up dipping into the supply—something he swore he’d never do when he first started selling.

* Trash era is basically just him on the streets doing hella coke. Washes him out, makes him lose a bunch of weight, hair loss, fucked teeth—it’s no wonder Tenna doesn’t recognize the mf.

Anyways that’s kinda as far as I thought it out but I just thought it would be funny to reduce gaster to omnipotent cocaine supplier

[sysig]

Got the impulse to go through my "I've started this but haven't finished it yet" list of projects

Oughh...

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 26

someday if i can figure out how the hell people get these things made i would like to do some little destiny & malice acrylic charms. i think those are so fun. and while i mostly want them for Myself i figure that if i DID figure out the process, i should maybe open up the option to anyone else that might want them, soooo...

informal poll: if i figure out how all that works, would any of y'all be into that, and approximately how many of you?

[rpssargam]

Signature Global Cloverdale SPR: Modern Homes with Smart Layouts

Introduction

In today’s fast-moving world, homebuyers want more than just four walls—they want smart designs that save space, make daily life easier, and match modern lifestyles. That’s exactly what Signature Global Cloverdale SPR offers in Sector 71, Gurgaon.

This blog explains how the layouts and design of the homes here are built for comfort, efficiency, and convenience—without being complicated.

What Do “Smart Layouts” Really Mean?

A smart layout isn’t just about having fancy furniture or glass walls. It’s about making the best use of space so that everything has a place, and the home feels open, organized, and easy to manage.

In Signature Global Cloverdale SPR:

Rooms are well-proportioned

Kitchens are compact but functional

Balconies are large enough to be used, not just looked at

Bathrooms are well-ventilated and separated from living areas

Storage is planned into the structure, not just added later

This thoughtful planning leads to homes that feel bigger than they are—and that’s a big win.

Types of Homes Available

The project offers 2 BHK and 3 BHK apartments. Here’s how they stand out:

2 BHK Homes

Perfect for small families or working couples

Open kitchen layout to give more space

Bedrooms placed for privacy

Smart use of corners for storage

3 BHK Homes

Great for growing families

Larger living rooms for family time

Separate guest room or study option

Balconies attached to key rooms

No matter the size, each home is Vastu-friendly and allows for good air circulation and natural light.

Everyday Comforts Built Into the Layout

Signature Global Cloverdale SPR isn’t just about rooms—it’s about making daily life smoother.

Here’s how:

Utility Space: Areas for washing machine or laundry are separate from kitchen.

Lifts & Staircases: Strategically placed so there’s no crowding.

Entry Zones: Clear entrance areas for shoes and coats.

Balconies: Attached to living or bedroom spaces so they can be used as reading corners or gardens.

All of this adds up to one thing: living here feels organized and peaceful.

Why Layouts Matter for Future Buyers and Renters

Even if you’re not planning to live in the home right away, the smart layout helps in another way—resale and rental value.

Tenants prefer homes where they don’t need to add extra storage or modify spaces.

Buyers in future will compare layouts before price.

A well-planned layout stands out even when newer buildings come up.

So, investing in a smart layout means your property stays attractive over time.

What Makes Signature Global Cloverdale SPR Different?

There are many homes in Gurgaon, but few are designed with this level of attention. Signature Global Cloverdale SPR shows that practical living can still feel premium, especially when layout design is done thoughtfully.

You don’t need extra-large apartments—you just need well-designed ones.

Conclusion

The real strength of Signature Global Cloverdale SPR lies in how it balances modern looks with practical planning. Every inch is used well, every feature is placed for purpose, and every home is designed to make life easier.

For investors, that means higher demand in future. For families, it means a more peaceful and well-organized life.

[thisrots]

hate or lesbian yearning?

caitlyn x fem!reader

♥︎ warnings: dom!cait x sub!receiving!reader, college au, academic/family rivals, use of cait/caitlyn/kiramman, mean/loser(?)/nerdy cait, brat/smart ass reader, strap usage, backshots, hate sex, size kink u squint ♥︎

♥︎ word count: 2k ♥︎

Caitlyn Kiramman truly hated you.

Hate was a strong word, she was well aware of that, and used it wisely when speaking not so fondly of you and your family.

“That wretched girl ruined my project!” Cait slammed her fisted hands down on her vanity, perfume bottles and jewelry pieces knocking over in the process. In the corner of the room sat her poster board, graded at a 95, sheets of research sprawled out across the room. “I hate her. I hate her parents for giving birth to her. I hate her presence, her attitude, her whole entire being!”

“Caitlyn, please!” Her mother tutted, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders as she squeezed tightly. “You must be better than them. You cannot let yourself succumb to her actions, she does it because she’s jealous of you.”

Caitlyn looked up, staring at the angered expression looking back at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, huffing as her blood boiled underneath her skin. She wouldn’t do such a thing, surrender to you and your spoiled little games, but would make you succumb to her.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.

There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.

Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”

Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.

You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.

“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?” You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”

She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”

Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”

Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”

Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.

You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”

She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.

“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”

This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.

Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.

Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.

“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.

You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”

“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.

“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.

“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”

She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.

“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.

Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.

She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.

“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”

You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.

If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.

“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”

And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”

You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”

“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.

“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”

You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”

You always did have a thing for the secretly mean girls.

[headspace-hotel]

i've been trying to stay off of internet and i've been active on tumblr because I'm too exhausted to do things I normally enjoy. Anyway

Animal enjoyers are mad about the slightly edited wolves that Colossal Biosciences is claiming are "dire wolves." Lots of them didn't read the articles, which would provide more information. However, the journalism about this has been god-awful anyway.

The company is concurrently working on cloning endangered red wolves and figuring out how to bring red wolf/coyote hybrids back into the red wolf gene pool, as per the Time article about it. The project includes one of the biggest names in canid genomics and evolution including pertaining to red wolves, so I am optimistic that red wolves are probably the real aim of the project and the dire wolf bullshit is just a snazzy jurassic park style tagline to snare investors.

However the grift has grifted too close to the sun as according to washington post, trump is using "de-extinction" technology as an excuse to gut the endangered species act (i can't actually read the article unfortunately). The cost of this lie could be very high if the general public thinks that bringing back an extinct species can be easily done by just going into the DNA of an animal that looks sort of similar and tweaking it.

Also somehow, even more infuriating to me, this is going to eternally fuck up the perception of what a dire wolf actually was. As per wikipedia, Aencyon dirus was not closely related to any modern wolves. It is over 5 million years separate from them. It was essentially not a "wolf" at all. You might as well try to create a dire wolf by modifying a jackal or an African wild dog. You might as well call the dire wolf a dire jackal or a dire dog.

Dire wolves were not that much bigger than wolves. They were maybe 20% bigger and their size range overlaps with the northern-most wolves of today.

Even the articles critical of the supposed "de-extinction" are fucking it up! The not-actually-legit "dire wolf" puppies have white fur, and the journalists are uncritically repeating the idea that dire wolves were white, when that isn't something we know about them. The white fur is based off of the fantasy creature of the same name in Game of Thrones.

That's just flat-out embarrassing.

[tw1sters]

Put a Ring on It

Jake is an impatient man, even more so when it comes to you. When he sees you for the first time in months, his self-restraint is tested. Spoiler: he doesn't pass.

▸ PAIRING: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader ▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, pwp, semi-public, inappropriate use of naval academy class ring (fully inspired by inappropriate use of malfoy signet ring lol), fingering, dirty talk, lots of cursing ▸ WORD COUNT: 3.4K ▸ A/N: currently in my established relationship pwp era so here's another one. been thinking about that ring for a while now. please mind the warnings!

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Fucking Hangman and his fucking fragile ego. And his fucking hand.

It’s true that the situation isn’t exactly ideal – you fly in to visit for the weekend, taking only a couple of days off from work to spend time with your boyfriend, who’s currently off on a special assignment at the San Diego base. You haven’t seen Jake in two months; with him constantly on the road and you buried in meetings with your current project, it’s virtually impossible to find the days to actually fly to see each other. 

To say he is deprived is a massive understatement.

When you arrive on base, he pulls you into a crushing kiss. Literally crushing. His arms, which have probably gotten even bigger since you last saw him, are wrapped around you as his lips capture yours. His moan reverberates throughout your entire body. You barely notice his squadmates jeering and booing around you. When he slips his tongue past your lips, as much as you enjoy it, you know it’s time to stop.

After all, you are on government property and they probably have the authority to hold you prisoner should you commit indecent exposure.

“Jake,” you breathe, pushing at his chest for him to release you. He continues peppering your face with kisses, and a laugh bubbles up your throat. “Okay, okay. I get it, you missed me.”

He hums, his hair coiffed back, ruffled in the wind. Your heart somersaults in your chest. Sometimes you forget to truly appreciate how attractive he is. Neatly trimmed dirty blonde hair, strong jawline, that stupidly gorgeous grin. Don’t get you started on his hands. You marveled over them enough the first time you met and he’s definitely shown you how talented he can be with them. 

“Been too long, sweetheart,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck. You can feel his mouth begin to work on you again and, before you fall apart in front of his teammates, you gently nudge him away, pulling an annoyed grunt from his lips. “Killin’ me,” he mutters.

“Not in front of your team, Seresin.”

When Rooster calls your name, you perk up and shoot him a smile. “Are you coming to the barbecue tonight?” He asks. 

Jake groans. “Absolutely the fuck not. I need some quality time.”

“What barbecue?” You cock an eyebrow at the two of them.

“Hangman didn’t tell you? We have a beach barbecue at The Hard Deck later. Whole squad’s going to be there and obviously Penny and Mav are setting everything up. Took us a couple of weeks to get everyone together. Even Coyote’s girlfriend is coming.”

Well, now you have no choice. You look at Jake who’s already groaning, preemptively reacting to your response. You shoot him a look telling him to behave before turning back to Rooster with a tight smile. “Of course we’ll be there.” 

Rooster grins, “Awesome, I’ll catch you there. I need to drop off some of my stuff first.”

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Jake says, a hand on his wounded heart. Ever the drama queen.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “We can’t not go, Jake. The crew’s going to be there, along with your bosses, might I add.”

“They’re just going to eat and get drunk.”

“Exactly what I want to do after the week I’ve had.”

Jake stands in front of you, hands grasping your waist as he pulls you close and ducks his head to kiss you again. “I know how to get you to relax, release all that pent-up tension.” 

Heat crawls up your neck as you feel the pulsing between your legs. Jake isn’t the only one who’s been particularly needy. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve had your hand down there. While you can still satisfy yourself, it isn’t the same as having Jake there with his veined hands, lickable abs, and filthy words. 

Phone sex is a common occurrence, but you’re only left wanting more. 

Before Jake can get you even more hot and bothered, you lick your lips and hold him at arm’s length. You make sure his grabby hands stay in yours, foiling his every attempt to grope you in public. There are officers around for god’s sake. “We’ll stay for an hour, say our hi’s, get some food and drinks, then we’ll head back to your place,” you try to reassure him. 

“You and your desire to please people will cock block me to hell, sweetheart,” Jake grunts. “You say an hour and I already know we’ll be staying there well past.” 

“No, it’ll just be an hour. I promise.”

Jake learns early on in your relationship that there are certain promises you do not keep. Although you are great at holding yourself accountable for things revolving around him, the chances of those promises coming true slim down to near zero when other people are involved. Too many times have you promised him you’ll only stay an hour – particularly at boring events that you drag him to (or he drags you to) – because you feel terrible if you don’t offer the host the time and appreciation they deserve for organizing. 

And you love Penny. That woman is impossible to adore. No one else can keep Mav on his toes like her. Thus, Jake certainly expects you to give her your utmost effort to be present.

Proving his point right, you and he are currently on hour number two. You try to ignore how restless Jake is getting. He’s rocking on the balls of his feet, grumbling under his breath, his hands beginning to wander again. The annoyed jitters radiating off him seem to amuse the others, especially as you’re striving to give whoever you’re speaking to your full undivided attention. 

So far, it has been Penny, Mav, Nat, Bob, and Javy. The current one on your list is Bradley, who’s going on and on about the training they did today. With at least three drinks in his system, nobody can get Bradley to shut up. 

You’re nodding along to the story, throwing in a few questions here and there to toss Bradley off the scent. The scent being Jake’s hand continuously sliding up your leg and under your skirt. You swat his hand away, yanking it off you every few minutes or so, but he is relentless. Thankfully, the two of you stand with your backs towards the ocean, and everyone else is in front of you. None of them the wiser to the shit Jake is pulling behind your back, literally.  

Jake’s large hand cups your asscheek and massages it slowly, pulling them apart until you can feel even your pussy lips parting. The light breeze that sneaks into your underwear has you freezing. Your subtle efforts to remove his hand are to no avail. Instead, knowing he overpowers your grip, he only gets bolder. 

His hand alternates between squeezing your ass and tracing the line of your panties. You bite back a shiver every time he does. You can feel wetness pooling between your legs, and how damp your underwear has probably gotten. At this point, you aren’t hearing a single word coming out of Bradley’s mouth anymore. Fortunately, you don’t think Bradley fully comprehends whatever he’s saying either. He’s stumbling slightly on the sand, close to toppling over each time. 

Jake doesn’t even try to help and you can’t bring yourself to either, not when Jake is tempting you so deliciously. 

When Jake carefully runs a finger over your slit over your damp panties, you feel your brain fogging up. Bradley’s words are beginning to blur together, and so is his face. Jake smirks proudly, sensing how distracted you are even as his squadmate drones on. 

Fucking asshole. 

His index finger slips underneath the fabric, tugging it slightly to the side as he runs it over your bare pussy. You can feel him collect your juice slowly and use it to drag his fingers along your lips. Struggling to swallow a moan, you let your eyes slip shut only momentarily, hoping that Bradley doesn’t catch on. However, when Jake dips not one, but two fingers into you, a squeak escapes your lips before you can catch it. 

Your cheeks immediately flame with the sound. While Bradley is drunk, he isn’t completely inebriated. 

He stops halfway through his sentence as he frowns. You can’t bring yourself to say a single thing, your face tight and body tense. Meanwhile, you don’t even need to look over at Jake to see how pleased he looks with himself. Bradley’s eyes dart between the two of you, the realization slowly sinks in as he begins to trip backwards. The panic sets quickly on his face.

“Oh no. No, no. I’m not going to be around for this. There are things I wish I did not know and this is one of them. You guys are nasty,” he manages to get out before he is rushing away towards Nat. He wraps an arm around her and you can hear him ask her to protect him from potentially scarring his eyeballs. 

This team is built on drama queens. 

Jake’s hand disappears from your body only to wrap around your hand as he drags you inside. He ignores your protests as he whisks you past Penny and Mav, one of which is looking at you knowingly and the latter who raises a confused brow. 

Your boyfriend leads you, fighting to keep up with his long legs, towards the back area, into a hallway hidden from the crowd outside. He wastes no time before he’s pressing you up against the wall and dropping his head to capture your lips. A moan involuntarily rises from your throat now that no one is around. 

Your hands slide up his toned arms and wrap around his neck as you pull him in deeper, relishing in the feel of his fit form against your soft body. Jake is all sharp lines and hard edges, a figure he maintains very proudly. You can taste the beer on his tongue as you breathe in a scent that’s so undeniably him.  

Even kissing him is doing wonders in getting you one step closer to satisfying your wanton need. Your mind doesn’t think twice as you let your hands explore the body that you’ve missed for so long. Your nails drag along his neck, down his chest, unbuttoning his beige uniform along the way. 

“Let me hear you, sweetheart,” Jake grunts as he hikes your skirt up around your hips. He hisses when he sees the wet spot on your panties. “Fuck, look at you. You’re so wet, darlin’. You miss me? Miss my hands on you?”

You bite back a whimper when Jake presses a thumb against the spot, rubbing the lace deeper into your pussy to collect more moisture. “Jake, please, you’ve been teasing all night,” you groan. 

“Yeah? Where do you want me?” 

“Want your fingers inside, please,” you whine, fingers digging into his forearm as he uses his knee to separate your legs. With his thigh against your core, you’re likely beginning to soak his pants, especially when he nudges against you. 

“Ask nicely,” Jake whispers in your ear, chuckling when you growl at him. 

“Seresin, you better move it along or I might find someone else who’ll do the work,” you bite back. When you attempt to pull away, Jake moves faster. One hand swoops and fastens up both your arms above your head, his hips pin you against the hard surface, and the other cups your cheek. A strangely intimate gesture despite the mess he’s put you in. “Fuck you,” you snap at him.

“Oh, you’d like that,” he teases, eyes twinkling devilishly. “You look so pretty when you can’t go anywhere. Trapped with me.”

You hate, but secretly enjoy, that that does the trick for you. Your cunt tightens involuntarily. This is your form of foreplay. The mocking, the banter. You love that he can overpower you, love how easily he cages you in. 

“God, I missed you,” Jake leans in and kisses you again, just enough to leave you wanting more. When he backs away slightly, you find yourself chasing after him. The taste of him and the warmth of him. “Missed this pretty pussy even more.”

“Then put your hands on me,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Your wish is my command.” He looks down at you, blue-green eyes almost iridescent as they observe you with rapt attention. The back of his hand skims your jaw, fingers brushing against your lips. His eyes darken into shadows when, as he grazes his ring down your throat, your breath hitches. The metal is cool against your heated skin, a brief reprieve in the slow torture he puts you through. His hand journeys further down along your cleavage, visible above the neckline of your dress. From his height, he has a front row seat to the curves of your tits. “Fucking stunning,” he mutters to himself. 

Your skirt is still pooled around your hips, the hem swiping the back of your legs. His hand continues its path south until he’s touching you again, fingertips delicate above the fabric. 

“And these panties,” Jake huffs, “my favorite.”

You knew what you were doing when you got freshened up earlier. The underwear was an easy pick - a little red number with delicate floral lace trimming. The back barely covers your ass cheeks, giving him easy access to his actions throughout the night. 

The friction of the lace against your sensitive pussy has you squirming, his fingers urging the flimsy fabric against your skin. Your head falls back with a thud against the wood. His touch is insistent as he encourages the pulsing squeezing your insides. 

Jake flits his fingers around the fabric, shoving it to the side like he did earlier. Instead of putting them inside you, he continues to tease your lips. Every time he touches you just a little firmer, a little deeper, you press your thighs together. His US Naval Academy class ring imprints against your thigh. 

There’s something about the feeling of it. A consistent reminder that it’s there. A reminder of his role in the Navy. There’s something about that power that has your stomach flipping. He’s not only competent in taking care of you, but they put this man in an aircraft to keep this country safe. 

A large part of you loves that. You adore how protected it makes you. But also how small it makes you feel. 

As your thoughts spiral around the implications of his little piece of jewelry, he is slipping a finger past your folds. Your juices are coating the digits, making it easier and easier to push into you. He alternates between sinking deep inside of you, scraping your walls with determination, and stroking the outsides lightly, a gentle tease that has you fidgeting for more. You’re tempted to descend on his fingers, using him to fuck yourself, but Jake doesn’t allow that to happen. 

He brings his hand slightly higher. When the ring’s engravings touch your clit, you inadvertently jolt. Damn you and your traitorous body. Ever the perceptive one, Jake’s eyes light up in understanding. As if he needs more ammo to use against you. 

“Oh, do you like that, sweetheart?” He beams, bright eyes sparkling in delight. “You like my ring on you?”

Another fuck you sits on the tip of your tongue, but it never comes out when he purposely presses the ruby against your clit. You jerk again in his touch, but he doesn’t slacken his touch. Every time you try to twist away from him, his grip tightens, bruising around your wrists as he rubs the cool stone against you. 

“You’re so filthy,” he says in your ear, teeth nipping your lobe. Your teeth clamp your tongue to prevent a moan from coming out. You refuse to give him the satisfaction. “Look at you squirming with my ring on you. So fucking naughty.”

Your breath leaves your lungs as you wrestle to control the electricity coursing through your veins. Every single fibre of your being comes alive, flares skyrocketing into the night as he thumbs your sensitive nub while his fingers continue exploring your insides. His fingers coil inside you in that delicious way that has your toes curling. “Jake, please,” you plead, “that feels so good, don’t stop.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, going deeper each time. He goes knuckle-deep and you feel his ring buried inside you. The ridges are exquisite against your skin and the ring’s stone only adds to the width of his fingers. It fills you up fully. 

Tears prick your eyes at how wonderful everything feels. All of his movements – his large hand wrapped around your wrists, his fingers caressing your insides, the press of his ring impressing upon your skin – culminate in this tantalizing symphony of desire. Every single stroke is another melody in this performance, the tunes coming together in a beautiful composition. 

Your body is at the mercy of his hands as he continues his ministrations. He fingers you faster until you’re barely able to hold yourself up. Releasing your hands, he instead uses his free hand to grasp your jaw again, tilting your head so he can kiss you. He pushes his tongue through your lips and bends around yours. He tastes you until your knees nearly cave. 

“Jake, I can’t–” you gasp, “I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come.”

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you so needy in my hands. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

“Yes, fuck, only you,” you echo desperately, your hands now clinging to his shoulders to hold yourself up. You’re so close to your orgasm, the feeling climbing and chasing you through this maze of hunger. 

Jake’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Not what you were saying earlier, when you were threatening to go to someone else. Do you really think anyone else can make you feel the way I do? Do you think anyone else knows your body like I do?”

“N-no,” you stutter weakly. “Only you, Jake.” Another expletive leaves your mouth as he presses against that particularly effective spot. “Christ, if you don’t finish me right now–”

He clicks his tongue. “So impatient,” he murmurs, nipping your lip. But he does what you ask. His fingers move more intentionally as his other hand moves from the back of your neck to your front, forcing off the tiny straps of your dress until your upper half is exposed. 

As he torments your cunt, his other hand grabs your breast over your bra. The matching piece of lingerie is thin so you can feel his every squeeze, every pinch of your nipple. You’re writhing in his hands and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Your fingers bury in his shoulders as you whine, pussy clenching around his fingers. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that. Come for me,” he coaxes, his voice so gentle against the filthy squelching of your cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

With a few more pumps and a brush of his thumb against your nipple, you fall apart in his hands. The climax wracks through your entire body like an earthquake, your entire being trembling with the pleasure that surges through you. Your pussy tightens around his fingers that are prolonging your orgasm. 

His fingers are a wet, sloppy mess and you look absolutely ruined. Your dress is barely clinging to you and your mind is still a haze of pure, unbridled lust. Jake, on the other hand, is smiling wide at you. Cocky prick. 

“Good?”

You huff, leaning against the wall as a last resort. “Good.”

When your eyes fall between his legs, you see the erection tenting his pants. Your mouth practically salivates at the sight, enticed. Your body signals that you’re ready for round two and Jake is in no state to be showing his face in front of his friends again. 

“Can’t wait to have your mouth on me tonight,” Jake grins.

You roll your eyes. The last thing you need is to feed his ego. You’ll never give him that sense of gratification. “In your fucking dreams, Seresin. After the stunt you pulled, you’re lucky if I don’t completely blue ball you tonight.” Slipping back into your dress, you push him off you, flicking your hair over your shoulder. 

His face falls as you walk away. “Wait, you’re kidding, right? Sweetheart, you wouldn’t do that to me!”

[krysmcscience]

At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)

I am so normal about these old dorks.

I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.

I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.

Oh, and a little bonus comic:

Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)

Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:

Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)

Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... 🙃

In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 🤣 (Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)

Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\

[zillychu]

designs for a zine piece! enjoy some background story my illustration never needed under the read more (fair warning I did NOT edit this at all):

newbie mage apprentices Sam and Tucker who became friends bc they're kinda… the ones at the bottom of their class and struggle the most, for different reasons. they become besties over time and practice together!

except one night, something goes terribly wrong. they spent the last few nights preparing for a project, a bigger spell that needs an intricate circle with precise measurements to work. but when they try to activate it, well… 

oops. they summoned a demon.

which is, for one, extremely illegal. only certified demonologists are allowed to summon demons because they're so dangerous. anything less than a perfect binding circle and thoroughly researched info on the demon, including their true name, is even remotely safe.

but, weirdly enough… the demon seems just as surprised as they are. as Sam and Tuck frantically try to figure out how to dispel the demon, they realize–oh god, did their circle actually sufficiently bind the demon? it can't leave. they watch the demon tentatively poke it's claws into the air around the boundary, and watch it fizzle, retreating back with a strained hiss.

okay. okay, they can do this. without death looming over their heads, they can figure out how to send the demon back. it's cool, it's fine. except while they leaf through their books, they notice the demon watching them. it looks kind of… curious. timid. interested in what they're doing. it catches them noticing his staring, and it. apologizes? it seems flustered?

weird, okay. they keep looking, and the demon starts talking. at first, little comments to itself. mumbles that soon get just loud enough to hear. little “ooh, is that a telescope?" and “is that what fire looks like up here?" and “that must be for making charcoal…”

Sam is the one brave enough to be like "are all demons as chatty as you??” and the demon gets flustered again, apologizing. says he's just never been topside before, he's only read about humans in tomes. oh wow is that the moon outside? it really IS blue up here! is it always blue? what are you doing up? I thought humans slept at night?

Sam and Tuck can't help getting pulled in with the demon's genuine curiosity. they're wary though, since they know demons can be clever, conniving. there's a number of ways a demon can get the upper hand on a summoner who has them bound. if he gets their full names, gets them to smudge and break the circle… there could also be ways they aren't aware of. so they consider their words carefully, but engage in some chatter while they research.

it's almost morning by the time they find a way to send the demon back–but as they prepare the spell, the demon says WAIT WAIT and they stop, uncertain. the demon starts stammering out how this is weird but like… he really had fun tonight. he doesn't get to just hang out much, especially with anyone his age.

Tuck is like “how do you know our ages??" and the demon points out "oh, you said something about Paulie’s 18th birthday party, so I thought…” and they're both like oh shit we didn't even notice we did that?

“Paulina" Sam corrects in her dumbfounded stupor. 

“Right, Paulina!" the demon snaps his fingers, but quickly loses his confidence when Sam and Tuck continue to stare at him like they're not sure what's going on. he coughs and fidgets and says “um, well, I was just wondering, I guess… if you wanted to summon me another time, I wouldn't mind. you see those circles there? yeah, that's what summoned me. the candles helped too I think. oh, it doesn't need all those runes though, probably don't want to redraw all those.”

Sam and Tuck are practically gawking, but… for some reason, this demon looks so sincere. so much like them, awkward and lonely and genuinely curious.

it's a bad idea. a terrible one, even. the demon probably noticed they're newbies and not demonologists. it could be hoping they make an error in their circle, or mess up a candle, or reveal their names on accident. 

But, well. They're stupid. they're also eager for anything to help them in school, and too empathetic for their own good. they send the demon off with a yeah, no. they then think about it for a week, and end up summoning the demon against their better judgment.

the demon is shocked and so happy, they can't help but be a little endeared. they lay down some ground rules, take care to be as safe as possible… and soon, this demon that introduces himself as “Phantom" becomes a nightly visitor. they talk about their worlds, find out they share a lot of common interests, and help each other in their studies. which, hello, demons also study? bro are you serious??

they play games, laugh till their ribs hurt, and open up to each other on a far deeper level than anyone expected. over time, Phantom becomes a true friend.

Sam and Tuck quietly begin to lament the fact Phantom is stuck in that damn circle. they want to take him places, let him see the human world he seems so interested in. they want to paint his stupid claws and noogie him between his dumb horns and hug him.

but it's an astronomical risk. it's legal for a demonologist with a proper permit, but it's still considered a grave taboo to grant access to a demon outside a circle. there's just too much at risk. demons can be dangerous enough to lay waste to entire towns, take multiple teams of military-rank mages to take down.

they wouldn't risk it… if they hadn't snuck into the library’s restricted section and copy a page from a demonologist book that gives them good framework for a contract. they make some edits to it though, giving Phantom at least a little wiggle room to protect himself if need be. and allow him use of transformation magic so he can hide somehow. but they spend weeks making sure they have airtight wording to ensure Phantom can't cause anyone or anything any substantial harm. 

when they finally bring the contract to Phantom, he's stunned. he cries. nothing needs to be said, they all know the gravity of their proposal. even if they ask for proof of Phantom's trust in turn, first. they ask for his full name, so they can bind him. just temporarily. but in that moment, they'll have full control over him. they could instead tell Phantom to serve them, force him to obey their every order. even if it's just for a moment, giving them his full name with the proper circle and incantation, is putting his life in their hands. 

Phantom, with tears still in his eyes, smiles warmly and nods. with only a breath to steel himself, he gives them his full name. Daniel James Fenton.

magic sparks in the circle, and Sam and Tuck finish the incantation. ethereal chains sprout up to wrap around Phantom's arms and legs, which makes him jump–but the unwavering trust in his eyes makes the two humans choke up.

they release the binding. all that's left is to break the containment barrier in the circle, so Phantom can walk free.

“Uh, about that…” Phantom laughs sheepishly… then proceeds to step outside of the circle, merely wincing when the barrier zaps around him.

Sam and Tucker gawk. Phantom scratches his neck. “Y-yeah, so… your barrier circle was already broken that first night. It's, uh… right over there. You missed a spot.”

abject horror overcomes them because this entire time Phantom's been visiting, he could have broken out? EASILY?? THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD.

Tucker falls to his knees, but soon starts to laugh. it's kind of hysterical at first but slowly, he and Sam are genuinely laughing. they're so STUPID, and Phantom is the most un-demonlike demon they've ever HEARD of. Phantom is still flustered, stammering out apologies because he wasn't trying to deceive them or anything! he just didn't want to scare them! without a proper containment circle they technically couldn't send him back either, so he just… went back using his own magic each time they “dispelled" him. 

once they've calmed down, Phantom morphs his body into a human form–which shock Sam and Tuck, because uh, only elite demons are capable of that. they were expecting an animal, or straight up going invisible. Phantom laughs it off, says he just, spent a lot of time practicing bc he's so interested in the human world (not a lie, but). he proceeds to adopt the nickname Danny, and they all have FUN WONDERFUL SHENANIGANS

(and sometime in the near future, when faced with something truly threatening he needs to protect them from, Danny reveals that. well. their contract also had some holes in it. and he's had access to his full demon power this whole time. whoopsie! it's a good thing he genuinely loves them and doesn't want to hurt anyone, or their asses would be SO dead lol)

they're about as normal about his full demon form as you'd expect from me btw:

[velvetsserenity]

Can you do one of where Sevika is very dominant and very frustrated at s/o for talking shit to her all day!!(i neeeeed it please) love your stories 💕

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took me a while to write it, but I hope you like it! I changed it a bit: instead of the reader talking about Sevika, it's just s/o teasing her. I hope that's OK? I had a hard time writing that part and felt like I didn't write it well.

Industrial Heat

mechanic!sevika x apprentice!reader

✎ word count: 2.7k

꩜ content warnings: rough scissoring , overstimulation, squirting, breast play, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, semi-public sex, power imbalance (consensual), manhandling, workshop sex, mild humiliation, reader gets what she asked for

You’d been a complete pain in Sevika’s ass all day at the shop. With it being the off-season, there weren’t many projects to jump in on— especially not with your limited expertise, as Sevika liked to put it. She stuck you with sorting bolts instead, a chaotic mess left over from the last big job. But you couldn’t just sit at that desk all shift doing busywork. You needed to actually do something. So, naturally, you ditched the bolt-sorting and went looking for a better option.

Sevika was still working on one of her bigger projects, some generator for Zaun. Said she was the only one who’d understand how to fix it. You rolled your eyes at her when she told you so last week. Yet she was still puffing and groaning each time she worked on it, and from your point of view there was little to no process. Also her attitude was getting worse, which was also a sign you learned years ago when you first started working for her. 

You twisted around on the high chair, looking over to Sevika with a bored expression. She was bent over the generator fixing god knows what inside of it. A white tank top stained with oil and sweat, baggy jeans where she held a dirty cloth in her pocket. Heavy boots you could hear from miles away approaching. 

Instead you had decided this morning when you heard of your boring task you could instead do something more useful, at least to your own entertainment. 

It started in the morning, where Sevika asked you to sort out the cabinets holding all the tools. Sevika loved her own routine and hated when anything went differently than planned. So it would be an absolute great idea to misplace every tool she needed for today's shift. 

‘’Where’s the welding torch?’’ She looked around a bit more before her gaze landed on you, not suspecting anything yet.

You looked up from cleaning out another cabinet. 

‘’Though I put it over there, somewhere.’’ You pointed to the other side of the shop. Sevika followed your gaze before looking back at you again, you already turned back to the cabinet again. 

‘’I’d rather you put the tools back immediately after cleaning, saves us both the trouble.’’ She sighs as she walks over to the other side of the shop. 

You grinned as Sevika walked over to grab the welding torch. The music was just hard enough to mask your footsteps as you sneaked up to her workbench. Grabbing some bolts and a screwdriver from her workstation. You quickly looked back up to where Sevika was to notice her back was still turned onto you, yes, didn't caught onto anything. 

You sat back down again, like nothing happened. You heard Sevika grunt behind you as she took her spot again. 

The next ten minutes were glorious.

You barely made it through organizing another drawer of nonsense before you heard it.

Clang. A muffled “What the fuck—”

You turned innocently on your stool, head tilted like a confused little puppy. “Everything okay, boss?”

Sevika shot you a narrow look from over her shoulder. The welding torch now sat neatly on the bench, but her hand was rummaging through a small compartment that was supposed to have a set of bolts. “Did you move my M6s?”

You blinked. “Your what?”

Her eyes rolled so hard you half-expected them to fall out of her head. “My bolts. Medium. Silver ones. Labeled.”

You swiveled lazily back to your “sorting,” drawing out the silence like a stretched rubber band. “Hmm… I might’ve put them in the top left drawer? Or maybe the bottom right. Kinda all blends together after a while.” You said it with just enough faux-innocence to sound like you meant well. But she knew better. She always knew better.

The sound of a metal drawer being yanked open had you biting back a grin.

It was by far the most satisfying. Not just because she’d clearly noticed— but because she hadn’t stopped you yet. That meant you could keep going.

So you did.

A few minutes later, Sevika turned away from the generator to grab a ratchet, only to find that particular tool mysteriously missing, too.

“Are you kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, arms bracing on the table, head dipped low like she needed a moment before she committed a felony.

You didn’t even look up from where you were “sorting” a group of mismatched washers. “You know, Sev, if you just labeled your workbench drawers like a normal person, maybe you wouldn’t lose everything.”

“I didn’t lose shit,” she grunted.

“No? Because from over here, it kinda looks like you’re doing more grumbling than fixing.”

That earned you a look. A long, slow one that had her full frame turning toward you, elbow perched on the bench, wiping sweat off her temple with the back of her hand. Her jaw ticked. “Maybe if someone wasn’t fucking around with my tools—”

“—Our tools,” you interjected sweetly.

Sevika’s glare could’ve melted steel. “You want a wrench to the head?”

You shrugged. “I’d rather the ratchet, honestly. It’s missing anyway, right?”

She exhaled sharply through her nose. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably bored, yeah,” you sighed dramatically, stretching your arms overhead, making a show of arching your back and yawning wide. You peeked over at her mid-yawn just to see if she was looking. She was. “You could at least let me weld something. I’m not that bad.”

“You caught a rag on fire last time.”

“Yeah, well. Fire happens. Builds character.”

She was walking over before you could get another word in, boots loud and fast and full of attitude. You straightened just in time for her to lean down, one hand bracing the table beside you, the other gripping the back of your chair.

Her face was close. Not kiss-you close. But close enough to feel the heat of her frustration, and maybe a flicker of something else underneath it.

“You want something to do?” she asked lowly, voice like thunder about to crack.

You blinked up at her. “Obviously.”

Something in her jaw flexed. Her eyes dropped to your mouth, just for a split second and when they came back up, they were darker. Rougher. That tension she always carried between her shoulder blades rolled down her spine and snapped taut like wire. And before you could so much as flash a smug grin—

She grabbed you.

Fingers curled hard around the front of your shirt as she yanked you up from the stool, chair screeching back with a violent scrape. You barely got your footing before she spun you and slammed your chest against the edge of the worktable, the impact sending tools clattering across the surface.

“Fucking—Sevika—!”

You barely got the words out, breath caught somewhere between startled and thrilled. She was already on you, crowding in, one thigh pressing between yours, her hand shoving up under your shirt like it belonged there. Which, to be fair, it kind of did by now.

You tried to shift, to glance over your shoulder, but her palm flattened between your shoulder blades and shoved you down just a little more. Not painfully. Just enough to remind you where you were.

Her hand slipped under your shirt again. 

“Since you wanna be such a fucking distraction,” she muttered, dragging your top up past your ribs, “guess I should remind you what happens when you act out of order.’’

You gasped as the rough pad of her hand cupped your chest, fingers spreading wide, greedy. , She didn’t warm you up,  didn’t tease or coo or ease you into it. Sevika grabbed your breast like she owned it, fingers squeezing until your back arched up into her grip with a helpless sound.

“There she is,” she growled, lips curling as she pressed her chest against your back, hand tugging your shirt up fully to bunch at your shoulders. “Knew you’d melt the second I got my hands on you.”

Your breath hitched as she pinched your nipple tight, deliberate, twisting just enough to make you squirm with a half-whimper that cracked into a moan.

“You like that?” she rasped.

You nodded fast, cheek pressed to the cool table, fingers curling over the edge. “Yes—fuck, yes—”

Another twist, sharper this time. She tugged and rolled the sensitive bud between her fingers, pulling your body back into hers until your ass was flush against her hips.

“Then take it.”

Her voice was hoarse, raw. She palmed your other breast now, groping both like she couldn’t decide which one deserved her attention more. Each squeeze pulled a new whine out of your throat, every twist of your nipples sending heat crashing through you like wildfire. There was nothing slow about it, no gentle rhythm, just Sevika’s calloused fingers using you like she’d been holding back all day and finally let go.

Your thighs trembled. Your breath stuttered.

“Fuck, Sev—please—”

“Please what?” she purred against your ear, leaning over you fully now, hips grinding slow between your legs, dragging friction right over where you needed her most. “You wanted my attention so bad. All those little games. All that mouth. And now you’re whining like you don’t know what to do with it.”

“I—I need you—”

Her hand left your chest so suddenly it made you cry out. She grabbed your hips again, yanked you back an inch, and you heard the click of her zipper like a death knell.

“Good,” she muttered.

“Because I’ve got a lot of steam to blow off.”

You barely had time to breathe before Sevika spun you around again, her hands rough under your thighs as she hauled you up onto the worktable properly this time. Tools clattered to the floor. Something rolled off and hit the tile with a metallic clang. Neither of you gave a shit.

Your legs spread open instinctively, inviting, desperate and Sevika stepped in with a dangerous glint in her eye.

“Fucking brat,” she growled, yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it aside like it offended her. Her palms were back on your chest immediately, gripping, squeezing, pinching like she couldn’t decide whether to punish you or ruin you. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

You whined, hips lifting shamelessly toward her. “You’re the one who hasn’t touched me all day,” you gasped out. “Not my fault you’re all backed up and cranky.”

Her nostrils flared. Her hand cracked across your tit in a rough slap that made you yelp, then moan, your head falling back.

“You think I won’t shut that mouth for good?”

You bit your lip to keep from grinning, breath still ragged. “Bet you’re too worked up to last that long.”

That did it.

Sevika growled, low and animal, and stripped both you and her. Then let her thigh slot between yours. Then she grabbed you by the hips, dug her fingers in and dragged you down to the edge of the bench. You barely got a word out before she threw one leg up onto the table beside you, straddling your thigh, hips tilted and already slick.

And then she started grinding.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was fucking feral.

The second your soaked cunt made contact with hers, Sevika let out a sharp, guttural moan and her hands locked around your thighs, shoving them open wider, locking your legs around her waist. She fucked her hips forward without rhythm or mercy, dragging wet, messy friction between your folds, clit grinding against clit like she was trying to mark you with the heat of her body.

You cried out, legs spasming from the sudden intensity. “S-Sevika—fuck—”

“Shut up,” she hissed through her teeth, breathless and furious. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it. Take it.”

Your back arched. The workbench creaked under you. She was relentless, every grind deep and punishing, her wet folds slapping hot and fast against yours, your slicks mixing into something obscene. Her muscles flexed with every thrust, arm braced next to your head, chest heaving as she watched you fall apart beneath her.

But you didn’t stop teasing, not even when your voice cracked.

“Y-you’re… fuck, you’re grinding like a bitch in heat—”

Sevika slammed her hips forward hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

“Oh, I’m the bitch?” she spat, eyes wild. “Look at you. Legs wide open, begging for it. Whining like a little toy and still running that mouth.”

You whimpered, gasping, fingers clawing at her back for purchase. “Y-you like it—fuck, your cunt’s dripping for me—”

“Because I earned it,” she growled. “All you did was piss me off all goddamn day and now you’re getting what you deserve.”

Your moan cracked on the last note as she ground down again, catching your clit just right. Your whole body jerked beneath her, overwhelmed and overstimulated, as she doubled down, thighs flexed, hips rolling tighter, harder, chasing both your peaks like she didn’t give a fuck whether you were ready or not.

“I’m gonna ride you,” Sevika panted, dragging her wet cunt harder against yours, “until that bratty little smirk’s fucked off your face.”

You were already close. Could feel it coiling in your gut like fire ready to snap and still, through your moans, you managed a breathless giggle.

“D-do your worst.”

Sevika snarled.

Then— fuck— her mouth dropped to your chest.

Without warning, her lips wrapped around your nipple, hot and wet, and she sucked. Hard.

Your back arched off the table like it was on fire.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck—” you gasped, fingers flying to her hair, dragging her in, keeping her there as her tongue swirled rough circles over your nipple, then her teeth bit down, and your cry nearly echoed out into the street.

Sevika moaned right against your skin, deep and raw, grinding down even harder now, panting into your chest like a woman possessed.

“You feel that?” she growled, dragging her mouth to your other breast. “You fucking feel me dripping on you? This wet little cunt you made such a mess of—”

“Y-yeah—fuck—I c-can’t—!”

Your thighs started shaking, clenching tight around her waist, and you knew you were right there hanging off the edge, completely undone.

Then Sevika bit your nipple again, sucked it deep, and her hips rutted in one perfect grind.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a goddamn train.

You screamed her name ,choking on it, back arched, thighs locked, hands clawing at the bench and her shoulders and anything you could grab as pleasure exploded through your core

It gushed between your legs with no warning, wet and hot and everywhere, soaking the inside of Sevika’s thigh and the bench beneath you, a mess you couldn’t even be embarrassed about because your mind had gone completely blank.

Sevika felt it, and the snarl she let out was feral.

“Oh fuck— you dirty little thing—”

She ground her hips through it, her own body shuddering, and then she came. Her breath punching out of her, hips jerking wildly, clit grinding hard against yours as she collapsed forward into you with a guttural, unrestrained moan. Her body trembled against yours as she rode out every last pulse, forcing your still-clenching cunt to grind against hers through the aftershocks, drawing out another slick gush from between your thighs.

By the time her motions finally slowed, you were both drenched in sweat, slick, and something that definitely wasn’t sweat puddling under your ass on the bench.

She stayed on top of you for a minute, catching her breath, her mouth still lazily mouthing at your tits, softer now, messier. Not sucking, just… staying there. Maybe pretending this whole place wasn’t covered in your combined filth.

Your fingers were still tangled in her hair.

“…So,” you managed weakly, blinking up at the ceiling. “Still mad?”

Sevika exhaled a long, low breath against your chest.

Then she licked your nipple again slow and mean.

“Ask me again after you mop the fucking floor.”

plagarism not authorized

[thebluediner]

INTERVIEW HOTNESS/ HOTMESS

host! reader x guest! billie

explanation: it's like a video compilation of all the moments from the interview with reader but in words for y'all

"welcome to the hot ones show where we have an even hotter guest, Billie Eilish" you gesture your hands towards billie for the camera to follow.

"you think i'm hot ?" her brows arch in curiosity with a slight grin on her face.

"I think you're pipping hot" you confirm with slight aggression.

"so you wanna kiss " billie asks her shoulders shrugging with a big flirtatious smile.

"fuck yeah" you say leaning in-

#wing 1

you pick the cards with questions on them flipping through them for the right question to ask while eyeing billie.

"should I be scared ?" she asks with suspicion looking around at the cast behind the camera and back to you.

"not unless you have something so hide" you answer her looking at her hard like some detective from a kids show.

"bitch I'm a celebrity I try hiding everything" she bursts out laughing along with you for a couple of seconds before you both calm down.

"alright what something you've hidden from security when you go to events or boarding a plane" you ask her before setting the card down.

"uhm a vibrator, well vibrators cause there was a lot of them " she elaborates while trying her not to laugh.

"should've eaten that wing billie" you crack up in disbelief looking at the cast because they were also giggle behind the camera.

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#wing 2

"your question is a guest who smelt the foulest" billie who immediately takes out her "your turn " perfume and bangs it on the table.

you slightly flinch at the noise before looking closely at what it is. when you finally realise your eyes get bigger before clapping your hands.

"now that's some promo right there" you point at the product while billie waves it in the air.

"now tell us who it is so I can send it to them" she deapans before looking right at you with some pressure to answer.

"oh hell no I'm eating this wing and I'm keeping that for myself thank you very much" you say grabbing the perfume and eating the wing.

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#wing 3

"just eat the wing man i won't even bother asking the question" you surrender pushing the wing closer to her.

"no wait lemme see" she takes the card from you to read for herself. her eyes scan the paper reading what's written in the fine print before her jaw drops.

"you know what you were right" she places the card down and bites into the wing.

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#wing 4

"a celebrity you've hooked up while working with them on a project" the set members let's out little gasps.

"none but you could be the first" one of the set members hollers at your flirting making billie blush and hide it with her question card.

"oh my gosh girl get out" she says pointing to the door.

you who actually stands up and leaves the the set leaving billie in fits of laughter that you actually stood up and left.

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#wing 5

"bro now this wing is so hot it makes me wanna tell you all the people I've hooked up with" billie admits in the midst of drinking ice cold water to put out the spice on her tongue.

"oh don't expose us now" you joke catching billie off guard who then chokes on her water.

"oh my gosh billie don't die " you stand up from your seat to help her out while laughing a bit.

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#wing 6

"fuck my lips are so hot" you blubber picking up blocks of ice and putting them in your mouth.

"you do have hot lips " billie chimes in with a flirtatious smile.

since there is ice in your mouth you point at her mumbling something about how dare she flirts with you while you're suffering which only makes her laugh more.

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#wing 7

"you think if we kiss it'd burn less" billie asks panting with her tongue hanging out.

"that's not you speaking it's the spice right" you narrow your eyes in suspicion.

"I don't know wanna find out" billie leans forward.

"Billie Eilish Baird O'Connell!" you scream backing up because of being flustered.

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#wing 8

" I need to dip my lips in something to ease down the pain of the spice" billie says looking around the table for literally anything even a napkin at this point.

"I know something " your brow arches in mischief.

"oh yeah wh- bro get out! " billie finally catches up to your dirty joke.

"don't act like you wouldn't say that too" you try defending yourself while you double back laughing.

"actually yeah I would " billie admits shaking her head.

[anglbunny]

NOT FOR FREE

♡. plug!nagi, college au, smut mdni, blowjob

Maybe you were failing, or maybe you just couldn’t bring yourself to come to this fuckass class. You weren’t even sure why you decided to major in this, but now here you are, staring at all the missing assignments, pulling at your hair. Everything’s due next Monday, plus a final project worth over 30 percent of your grade due on Tuesday. It’s Saturday right now. So basically, you’re fucked.

You called your friend who’s also in the same class. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey babe, what’s up?” you could hear the smile in her voice.

“Can… do you have notes?”

“For what?”

“Everything.” You rubbed your temple.

“Ouhh… it’s that bad, huh? Well, I have this guy who can hook you up. Nagi Seishiro. I’m assuming you’ve heard of him?”

“THE CAMPUS PLUG?? I’m asking for notes, not fucking drugs,” you scoffed. The audacity of her hooking you up with a dealer.

“No, no, not for that. His notes are pretty good… well, they’re not really his — he pays people, but he’s topping the class right now.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and agreed.

You never expected to end up on your knees for some game-obsessed burnout in sweats — but here you are.

Desperate times.

That’s how you ended up in his dorm, dimly lit, the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air. He didn’t even pause his game when you came in — just nodded toward his bed and said, “Make it quick.”

You really thought he’d give you the notes for free, but in this economy, you can’t even get water for free, let alone notes.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, legs spread, leaning back on his palms. He didn’t say anything, just watched you with red-rimmed eyes.

“Na—”

“Hey, speed it up, I have a game to finish.” Okay, wow, attitude. His eyes dropped to your lips, then lower, to where your hands were already working the waistband of his sweats. When you pulled him out, your mouth went dry.

He was huge. Thick, heavy, flushed deep at the tip — way bigger than you expected. Your fingers barely fit around him, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

“Shit,” you breathed. “Nagi—”

“Yeah?” He looked down at you, tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. “Too much?”

You shook your head, hand stroking slowly as you leaned forward, lips brushing the head. He groaned, low and raw, thighs tensing beneath your hands. He was a lot more vocal than you expected.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, keeping your eyes away from his. He looked too intimidating.

You swirled your tongue around the tip, and he cursed. One hand went to the back of your head, not pushing — just holding, fingers curling in your hair.

“Shit,” he murmured, hips twitching as you took him deeper. He gently pushed your head down, making his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged, your throat constricting around him. He moaned louder than necessary. Heat pooled between your legs.

When you glanced up at him, tears in your eyes, lips stretched, hands trembling slightly from effort — Nagi exhaled like he was high off you.

“I can give you more than my notes… If— fuck— if you want,” he groaned, yanking your head back by your hair and cumming all over your face. You gasped as thick white liquid splattered over your lips, cheeks, and eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t know if you were okay with me coming down your throat.”

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A/n: haven't written for my bae, snow leopard, so i had to write sum for her

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[the-irreverend]

A Modest List of all the Evidence that Krusielle will be Canon

Have yall ever thought to yourself, "man I wish someone made a list of most of the evidence that Krusielle will become canon."

Well, guess what, my dear friend? YOUR WISH IS NOW GRANTED!!!!

What follows is a modest list of every single hint, inference, and implication that Kris might just end up in a romantic relationship with Susie AND Noelle (a list that you're free to add to with whatever reblogs you make!)

Let's begin! Shall we?

Exhibit A

Even though it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Krusielle at first glance, this scene was an ABSOLUTE JOY to Krusielle fans everywhere because it establishes something CRITICAL to Krusielle potentially becoming canon: that Toby Fox is aware of polycules and polyamorous relationships!!! And even though Rouxls' polycule didn't pan out, it's still a huge deal given the fact that this polyamory is part of the main quest!!!!

Read my lips: PLOT. ESSENTIAL. POLYAMORY.

And since we're on the subject of Chapter 3...

Exhibit B

When Ralsei asks who Kris is going with to the festival if it isn't Susie, should Kris answers with Noelle, Ralsei will say this:

Oh, and you gotta love how he winks at Kris when he says that they will have a "lot of fun" with Susie and Noelle.

Additionally, if you're doing the Snowgrave Run, Ralsei's response will be this:

It's rather interesting that Ralsei strongly encourages Kris to bring Susie along should they choose to take Noelle, as he's very much aware of Noelle and Susie's feelings for each other.

Not to mention the fact that Susie has made it VERY CLEAR she wants to take Noelle AND Kris to the festival!

Guess Ralsei also thinks that "Three art Stronger than Two" just like Rouxls! And would you know SO DOES SUSIE AND NOELLE! Which brings us to...

Exhibit C

Even though Susie and Noelle tell Kris to skidaddle, they both later end up wishing that Kris were still with them both.

It's a bigger deal in Noelle's case because if you remember, she was a bit taken aback when Susie told her she was bringing Kris along at the church as if she preferred to just be with her, and how SHE WENT OUT OF HER WAY TO DOWNPLAY HER CLOSENESS TO KRIS, EVEN GOING SO FAR AS TO CALL HER CHILDHOOD FRIENDSHIP "FORCED" WHEN SHE SUSIE ASKED ABOUT IT IN DESS'S BEDROOM!

And yet, despite that, she still couldn't help but wish that her childhood friend was still with her and her future girlfriend, showing that her bond with her is much deeper than she thinks!!!

And speaking of the Dess bedroom scene...

Exhibit D

When Susie and Noelle talk about how Kris is great at flirting, if you look closely at Kris, you'll see them BLUSHING when they overhear Susie and Noelle talk about getting flirting lessons from them.

It's definitely the best we've got to evidence that Kris has feelings for both Susie AND Noelle, seeing how blushing is typically used to indicate romantic feelings (as we see time and time again with Suselle). Not to mention the blushing happens when Noelle and Susie talk about learning how to flirt from Kris, which, may I remind you, is a ROMANTIC activity.

And last but not least, we have...

Exhibit E

Even as far back as chapter 1, we've seen Deltarune make a big deal out of Kris, Susie, and Noelle being together. When you ask Noelle to work with her in the group project, she'll say she'll ask Alphys if she can work in a group of three.

It may not seem like much on its own, but it does become rather significant as it reinforces how the narrative makes a big deal out of Kris, Susie, and Noelle being together. And we also see this later in the following Chapter!

It's rather interesting how, when Queen talks about the Lightners, it shows Kris, Susie, and Noelle! And seeing how we've only ever seen the ONLY three of them (that is to say, without Ralsei and Berdly) as a trio once in the Light World, and never in the Dark World, it's evident that these three are going to end up together much later in the coming chapters!

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And that's the end of my list, y'all! And yes, I do acknowledge this doesn't conclusively prove that Krusielle will be definitively canon (at least not the version where Kris is romantically involved with both Susie AND Noelle). But even so, it still shows that it's not as unlikely as some may have you believe.

And if you'd like to contribute to the list with whatever potential evidence of a Krusielle endgame, feel free to!

[vincentbriggs]

9 years ago I made this lino block print with 6 coffins, and this week while working on an unrelated bigger stencil project* I made a quick stencil to go with it so I can fill in the backgrounds. I tried it with dark brown ink first, but the black outlines didn't show up well, so I tried doing a light background and dark outlines and that worked much better. Light outlines on a dark background would be good too.

Unfortunately I couldn't see to line up the block print with the stencilled colour because my block was a big rectangle, so I painstakingly sawed away the edges with my teeny tiny baby hacksaw, and now I can line them up pretty well.

Currently I only have screenprinting ink, which does not work well for block printing, as you can see by how faint and patchy the lines are, so someday when I decide to use this for a project I'll be sure to get proper block printing ink.

I have no immediate plans for such a project, because there are so many things higher on the priority list, but seeing as I have a small brooch in the shape of a shovel I'm going to have to use this pattern for a waistcoat eventually.

*The big stencil project is a secret because it's for a video, so right now only the patrons know and have seen pictures of it.