#dart-the-llama

[sarielsnowings]

Species challenge! 🦊✨

I asked my followers on Twitter and Bluesky for animal suggestions (especially less common ones in the furry fandom) and this was the result :3 it was very fun, should repeat it sometime!

[justageekk]

Heyyy, could you do Hector fort x reader, where she does the ‘current boyfriend’ trend. I would love to see what type of reaction he has hahaha

IN WHERE : playing the 'current boyfriend' joke on hector

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x hector fort

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: dialogues in spanish (translation at the end of each one).

request open!

A few days ago, you’d seen tons of videos of girls doing a viral trend where they said things like “having lunch with my current boyfriend” or “going for a walk with my current boyfriend”, while secretly recording their boyfriends—just to see how they’d react. Some laughed, others were confused, and a few straight-up got offended, as if they’d just been told they were the appetizer.

And you, who couldn’t resist playing a prank on Héctor, stored the idea in the back of your head.

Today, while you two were on the way to his match in his car, you knew it was the perfect moment. Héctor was driving with his left hand on the wheel and his right one resting casually on his thigh, like he always did. The 6 p.m. sun hit his face just right, and the light breeze from the half-open window ruffled his hair. He looked insanely good.

So good you almost forgot you were about to trigger his monthly emotional meltdown.

You waited for the right moment—just as he was parking in front of the stadium, fully focused on fitting the car into the tight spot. You pulled out your phone subtly, opened TikTok in front cam mode, hit record, and with the sweetest, most neutral voice you could manage, you said:

“Yendo a un partido de mi novio actual.” (“On the way to my current boyfriend’s game.”)

The car came to an abrupt stop.

“¿Perdón?”, he said, turning his head toward you with one eyebrow raised. (“Excuse me?”)

His eyes darted from your phone to you, then back to the phone. It took him two seconds to put the pieces together. “¿Cómo que ‘novio actual’?” (“What do you mean, ‘current boyfriend’?”)

“Sí, mi novio actual. No sé si se los había enseñado, chicas,” you told the camera sweetly. (“Yeah, my current boyfriend. I’m not sure if I’ve shown him to you, girls.”)

Héctor turned to face forward, silent.

“Ah, vale,” he muttered, very seriously, staring at the windshield like he was doing emotional math. (“Oh, right.”)

You weren’t sure what was going on in his head—until he turned back toward you, stared into the camera, and said sarcastically:

“He traído a mi novia del día a mi partido, chavales. Hoy me ha tocao esta, pero mañana me toca otra. Voy rotando, porque todas se merecen un día.” (“Brought today’s girlfriend to my match, guys. Got this one today, tomorrow it’s someone else. I rotate because they all deserve a turn.”)

You burst out laughing, and seeing you like that only encouraged him further.

“Yo es que soy muy justo, ¿sabes? No me gusta que ninguna se sienta excluida. Esta semana voy por la letra ‘C’, creo. Claudia, Carmen, Carlota…” (“I’m just really fair, you know? Don’t like any of them to feel left out. This week I’m on the letter ‘C’, I think. Claudia, Carmen, Carlota…”)

He glanced sideways at you and clicked his tongue. “Y tú, que no sé ni cómo te llamas hoy. ¿Cristina? ¿Claudia dos?” (“And you, I don’t even know what your name is today. Cristina? Claudia Two?”)

“Qué gilipollas eres,” you told him, barely holding back laughter as you smacked his arm. (“You’re such an idiot.”)

“¡Oye! No me pegues, que soy un novio en prácticas. No vaya a ser que me eches y entre el siguiente.” (“Hey! Don’t hit me, I’m just the trial boyfriend. Might get subbed out if you get bored.”)

“¿El siguiente?”, you raised an eyebrow. (“The next one?”)

“Claro. Tú tienes pinta de tener suplentes en el banquillo listos pa’ calentar. Como digas ‘me aburro’, entra otro. Uno con más tatuajes, probablemente.” (“Of course. You totally look like you’ve got backups on the bench ready to warm up. Say ‘I’m bored’ and in comes another one. Probably with more tattoos.”)

He pointed at you like he’d discovered something.“Siempre os molan los de los tatuajes, no sé qué os pasa con eso.” (“You girls are always into guys with tattoos, I don’t get it.”)

“Héctor, es un trend de TikTok. No es real.” (“Héctor, it’s a TikTok trend. It’s not real.”)

“Ah, perdona, perdona. Que claro, como es TikTok, no duele,” he said dramatically. (“Oh, sorry, sorry. Right, since it’s TikTok, it doesn’t hurt.”)

“Es como si me pones los cuernos pero como lo grabas y lo subes: ‘¡No pasa nada, cariño, es solo contenido!’” (“It’s like if you cheat on me but record it: ‘It’s fine, babe, it’s just for content!’”)

You doubled over laughing.

“¿Quieres que corte el vídeo ya o quieres seguir haciendo el ridículo?” (“Should I stop the video or do you want to keep embarrassing yourself?”)

“No, no, súbelo entero. Quiero que la gente vea cómo me rompen el corazón en tiempo real.” (“No, no, post the whole thing. I want people to see how my heart gets broken in real time.”)

“Eres idiota.” (“You’re an idiot.”)

And just as you were about to end the video, he leaned toward you, took your chin gently between his fingers, and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

❝ justageek, 2025 ❞

[evilminji]

I woke up to this thought? And it made me smile~

Wrong way Au?

It's EASY to fly from point A to point B. Linear. Just on long, no traffic, straight line. And if you get lost? Go higher! There you are! But "normal" reporter families with Totally Human genetics can't exactly DO that.

Plus? It's part of the whole Americana thing!

Childhood.

Gotta do a road trip, see weird road side attractions, camp and hike a bit. Go somewhere other then the farm for once. Soooo~ everyone into the car! Yes, you too, Kon.

And don't look at Lois, kids. She hates this idea as much as you do. But it's for Dad. So we're doing it. Get in the car. Some times loving people means "suuuure, honey! I TOTALLY want to sit in an uncomfortable car for hours for your nostalgic dream trip!", so get comfy.

Problem is? He either can't navigate for SHIT (unlikely) or this patch of nowhere? Possibly haunted? Cursed? Fuckey. Very, very Reality Fuckey. Far more likely, honestly. They THINK that was the a same barn the passed four times now... but it looks... wrong? Off. Worse each time, in ways that are hard to place.

Where the FUCK are they Clark?

According to the GPS?

Here.

(You are Here. You are Here. You are He-)

Oh, THAT'S not cursed! She fucking KNEW they shouldn't have left the city. FUCK the countryside. She likes ONE(1) small town and it's where her in-laws live, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! If they die, she swear to GOD-!!!

Then Jon points to colorful tents up the road. A mix of the kind you buy at big box stores and Ren fairs. Balloons. What the fuuuuuck? "Fenton Family Reunion"?

Was... was that THERE a second ago?

Clark's very deliberate Not Too Tight Grip Of Panic ™ on the steering wheel? Confirms that No Honey, it was not. Kon points out? That eventually they ARE going to run out of gas. They should stop.

Words can not express how little the Kents want to do that. They have KIDS to protect. This feels "magical fuckery" to them. AKA? One of the few things Kryptonians very much CAN NOT handle.

And luck getting ahold of anybody back there kids? No? Emergency lines too?

Fuck ™.

Okay! Guess we're stopping! Stay behind us.

They park.

There are campers and trucks, modified tanks and trackers. A few horses grazing side by side with an honest to God moose and two mules. A Llama. Someone's anchored a dirigible. A boat with spindly chicken footed legs, like it's the house of baba yaga's sea faring love child. The name Fenton is slapped on everything. Peoples faces.

Grinning.

Everything grinning.

As they get closer, the racket gets louder. Crashes and smashes. Roaring laughter. Explosions. The screech of metal failing and the whine of energy overclocked. Fatty meats cooking. Spices from around the globe. Radios and instruments, at least one of which violently cuts off in a smash.

They pass an almost violently balloon choked arch, into chaos.

Grinning giants, everywhere. Every color, every shade, every race imaginable. The spectrum of humanity laid bare. Made large. Grinning, Grinning, Grinning. Crashing into each other, against, through. Smashing and laughing, as everything breaks around them. Titans.

Darting underfoot, children. Fast with wild eyes. Mad grins and fae laughs. Wives and husband's, partners and friends, dancing in and out of the chaos. Just as destructive. Perhaps MORE so. Grabbing meals from grills, laughing and joking, tossing children into the fray, all as they effortless hold conversations of their own.

Like a Dionysian revelry, all madness and joy.

Then they are noticed.

"Cousin!"

One of them booms. Locking eyes on Clark. He doesn't even have time to move, doesn't realize until too late, in all the chaos, that the man meant HIM. A running start is followed by a brutal, full body, flying tackle. Clark is taken skidding to the ground and into a headlock.

"LETS WRASTLE~!!"

He watches in helpless confusion as, with high-pitched war cries, a pair of twins jump Jon. They are wearing war paint. Krypto already taken out by a glowing green dog, now confused and wrestling off to the side. Lois has whipped out her tazer. Kon between her and who ever comes next.

By the time he wrestle his "cousin" off of him, he's lost sight of them both.

Dives into the fray.

Magic be damned, that's his FAMILY!

It... It's the most fun he's had in years. That any of them have. He finds Lois in a breathless, screaming, debate/fistfight with her new best friend. Samantha "call me Sam Or ELSE" Manson-Fouley-Fenton. Kon is in the mud pit, wrestling other teenagers in some sort of battle Royale. Jon? Has become king of the ferals. The other parents are impressed.

His years of Damian wrangling finally paying dividends, apparently.

By the time Clark FINALLY tracks down Krypto, there is already crowd and it apparently six heel turns deep into the WWE Grand Saga of the Fenton Pet's League. Krypto, what the hell. No. No you may NOT "form one last alliance against my sworn wrestling enemy, to prove the true meaning of Christmas!" It's the middle of SUMMER!

Clark... Clark is so tired.

He's also a Fenton now. Yes, he KNOWS that's not how anything works. YOU try explaining that! He's on the call list and card list. It's like the Addams family out here! They just... just DECIDED him and his family were related! They've apparently DONE THAT BEFORE!

They leave with directions, fudge, more leftovers then anyone could possibly eat, and a massive new extended family. One that honestly? The Justice League SHOULD have known about. The sheer destructive chaos they get up too? EVERYONE should be aware of them. It seems impossible NOT to be! But? According to THEM, it's a "family thing". Reality tries to ignore them for "it's own sanity"? What???

So yeah.... no more road trips.

How was YOUR weekend?

@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @lolottes @babbling-babull @dcxdpdabbles @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation

[badjokesbyjeff]

There were three race horses; ernie, bill, and ted. 

the three of them were good friends; they enjoyed racing each other and generally won and lost to each other equally. every evening, after the races, they went to a local bar to relax and drink some beer. they would often discuss racing techniques, their families, etc.

one season, bill wasn't doing so well. he rarely beat the other two, and was worried that he'd be sent to the glue factory if his luck didn't change. one night, at the bar, he talked with ernie and ted about it.

"you know, guys, i just can't figure it out," he said. "everything's fine at home; the kids are doing great, my wife is being nice, the bills are paid, my mother-in-law rarely visits - nothing could be better. maybe i'm just getting old. if things don't pick up soon, they'll send me to the glue factory."

the bartender, a big llama from peru, overheard the conversation. he looked around, to make sure nobody else was listening, then said, "hey, pal, i got something for you that'll make you feel like a young colt again." he reached under the bar and pulled out an unlabeled bottle of beer. "here, drink this; i guarantee you'll start winning again. come by each night for a week and I'll give you one. if it doesn't work, i'll give you double your money back!"

bill looked at ernie and ted, who only shrugged, then drank the contents of the bottle. "oh, just one thing," the llama said, "it'll make your ass itch, but that's okay; it's just a side effect. don't worry about it." the three horses stayed a few hours, played a few games of pool and darts, and went home.

over the course of the next three days, they went back to the bar each night, and bill continued the regimen of mystery beer. his racing times did improve! he was slowly moving back up in the rankings, and was soon back into the top three with ernie and ted. bill was ecstatic, and thanked the llama profusely.

"hey, my pleasure," said the llama.

a few weeks passed by, and ernie started slowing down. after losing three races in a row, he sobbed to himself, "i just don't get it. my life couldn't be better. i can't believe I'm getting old! they'll send me to the glue factory if i don't get back in the groove!"

that evening, at the bar, he told the llama bartender about his troubles, and asked if he too could try the mystery beer. "okay, but remember, it'll make your ass itch - but don't pay it no mind. it's just a harmless side effect."

"no problem. it'll be worth it to get back in the groove," ernie said.

a few days went by. ernie's ass did indeed itch, but after a few more days, his races improved, and he was back in the top three with bill and ted.

at the bar one evening, ernie bought a round of beers for all the horses, and thanked the llama profusely.

"i just can't believe how great that mystery beer worked!" ernie said. "you're sitting on a gold mine, there!" the llama said it was his pleasure, don't worry about it, etc.

a few more weeks went by, and now ted started slowing down, losing races. he, too realized that he'd be shipped off to the glue factory unless his races improved.

"say," he said to the llama one night after a particularly humiliating loss, "i think i need to try that mystery beer too. they'll ship me off to the glue factory for sure if I don't start winning again."

"no problem," the llama said, pulling out an unlabeled bottle. "here. come back every night, and i guarantee you'll be back in top form again, or i'll give you double your money back."

over the course of the next few weeks, ted's races continued to improve until he was back in the top three with bill and ernie. he pranced into the bar, full of vim and vigor, and thanked the llama profusely. "you know, my ass itches a lot; it's almost unbearable. but i can't thank you enough. they would have turned me into glue by now if it weren't for you. anything you want, let me know and i'll see what i can do."

"no problem," said the llama, "i make this beer at home using an ancient inca recipe. it's just my way of thanking my regular customers for their patronage over the years."

"i'm not kidding," ted said, "this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. anything, you name it, anything you want, let me know, and it's yours."

"well, now that you mention it..." the llama began -

right then, a greyhound walked up to the bar. he was obviously depressed.

"barkeep, give me something strong. i'm on a losing streak you wouldn't believe," the greyhound said.

ted looked at the greyhound, then at bill and ernie, and said, "hey, look! a talking dog!"

[kayleigh-83]

Hobbies and sub-hobbies

I've been working on implementing a sub-hobby system in my game recently and really enjoying it! I took a look at the different activities available for different hobbies and came up with my list, which I thought I'd share here.

I do have some mods that change the hobby enthusiasm of some objects, or add new ones - I'll link where applicable.

I don't assign these based on any system, just vibes. I usually stick with whatever hobby the game assigns, but I do sometimes change them if it really feels like it doesn't fit to me. The sub-hobbies are intended to be a main focus, but Sims can and will still try other aspects of their overall hobby, and other hobbies altogether sometimes too!

The list is a work in progress but I'm basically happy with it now.

Edit: I found a version of the punching bag that gives fitness enthusiasm instead of sports, and that activity makes more sense to me as a fitness thing, so I moved that sub-hobby over.

Edit 2: Combined a couple gaming subhobbies into "Social Games" and added MyShuno to that category.

Edit 3: Combined sewing and knitting into Fibre Arts under Arts & Crafts hobbies.

Edit 4: Added candlemaking to the Arts & Crafts category.

Cuisine

Cooking

Baking

Wine & Cocktails

Foodie (restaurants, delivery)

Films & Literature

Reading

Writing (helpful but not necessary to also have this mod)

Movies

Tinkering

Restoring & Repairing (restorable car, general repairs, plus drafting blueprints thanks to a mod)

Woodworking (here and here)

Tinker Toys (RC cars, model trains, toy workbench)

Sports

Soccer

Basketball

Sports Fan (watching sports)

Golf (Execuputter reward object made buyable)

Baseball

Football

Music & Dance

Dancing

Ballet

Piano/Keyboard

Synthesizer

Violin

Singing

Guitar

Bass

Drums

Fitness

Swimming

Lifting & Cardio

Yoga

Boxing (with modded hanging bag from here - unlocked buyable punching bag still gives sports hobby, but it seems more like a fitness thing to me as a solo activity)

Arts & Crafts

Painting

Pottery

Photography (hugely aided by the buyable antique camera and Epi and PF's camera overhaul mod)

Fibre Arts (sewing, knitting with Eisbaer's edit of TonyVeis' 4t2 mod)

Candlemaking

Science

Stargazing/Aliens

Biotech (buyable Biotech station and microscopes with science enthusiasm added)

Robotics (this mod makes robotics science related which makes far more sense to me)

Games

Video Games (console, handheld, computer, arcade games)

Board Games (chess, Don't Wake the Llama, mahjong)

Social Games (darts, poker, pool, bowling, MyShuno)

Nature

Entomology (hunting bugs, catching fireflies and butterflies)

Animals (small pets like womrats, birds, koi fish, bird watching)

Gardening (harvestable crops, orchard trees - I play with perfect plants mod so they don't have to maintain flowers and shrubs)

Outdoorsy (fishing, hiking, camping, cloud watching)

Flower Arranging (this mod changes the enthusiasm on the flower bench to nature)

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✨️Buenas buenas pinkii✨️

¡¡Me dió penilla preguntar antes por temor a que la respuesta sea implicita.... pero aqui voy!! AAAA

En la ficha de Charles nos indican que "LE GUSTA EL BOXEO", ¿Eso significa también que lo practica? Si es asi.... ¡¡SANTO DIOS, NOQUEAME GUAPOOOO!! (ノД`) 💕💕💕

(Muchas gracias por tomarse el tiempo de leer y responder nuestras preguntas, de verdad eso mantiene viva la llama del fandom LET'S GOO)

Charles:

Oh~

No mientas calabacita...ambos sabemos porque preguntaste eso...

Pero si, lo practico, ocasionalmente, quizás podría darte algunas clases...privadas

[cameronspecial]

Idk if It’s ok was thinking about inocent reader being Topper’s younger sister and being in a secret relationship with Rafe and Topper finding out about The relationship when he Finds them making out (maybe more if You’re comfortable with that) at a party or at midsumers and after The Shock and denial when he’s finally ok with them being togheter Rafe saying something kind of inapropriate forgeting that The reader is Top’s sister and Topper being Kinda grossed out.

Dude, That's My Sister

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Thornton!Reader

Warnings: Smut at the beginning and Mentions of Sex at the End.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

In hindsight, they probably shouldn’t have been having sex without the door locked. But both Y/N and Rafe were somewhat turned on by the possibility of getting caught. They really shouldn’t be surprised by what happens next. Y/N bounces on Rafe’s cock with her head thrown back in pleasure. Every time he stretches her out, she is brought closer to the edge. Rafe’s hips start to meet her in the middle and just when she is about to come, her bedroom door swings open. “Y/N/N are you coming do-. What the fuck!” Topper yells at the sight of his sister with his best friend. Rafe falls back on the bed so he can get the sheets to cover both of them. “Hey, Top. Long time no see,” Rafe tries to play off. Y/N is too embarrassed to say anything and digs her head into his neck. Topper’s face contorts in disgust, “Can we not do this while your dick is still inside of my little sister? Both of you get dressed and meet me in my room.” Topper closes the door with his exit and the couple gets their clothes back on. 

They enter Topper’s room with their hands together to find him mumbling to himself. “I can’t believe they are dating. My best friend and my younger sister. This is so weird. He could legally become my brother. I don’t like this one bit.” Topper’s eyes dart up to see their arrival and motion them into the room. Rafe closes the door, wrapping his other arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. “How long has this been going on?” Topper question. Y/N takes a second to calculate the answer, “About six months.” “How have I not noticed?” he chuckles to himself before turning to Rafe. “Do you love her? Will you take care of her?” Rafe’s lips press against her temple, “I love her more than you could ever understand and I would lay my life down to keep her safe.” This causes warmth to bloom across her cheeks. Topper nods, “Okay, I guess I can get behind you guys dating. Just don’t put me in the middle of your fights and if you hurt her, I will kill you.” 

———

The gang took the Druthers out for a day on the water. The boozed-filled day is filled with laughter and drunken games. Around five, the girls break apart from the boys to gossip and for much-needed time alone. Y/N giggles at something Veronica says and gets up from her lounger. She gets to the back of the boat, stretching her arms upward before jumping into the water. Her stretch gave her boyfriend the perfect view of her body in the bikini. “God, I love her body. I can’t wait to fuck her when we get back home,” Rafe mindlessly says out loud. The other boys nod in agreement at the statement, but Topper’s face scrunches, “Dude, that’s my sister!” Topper really wishes he didn’t give them his blessing or that he could get a lobotomy. 

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @victory-in-the-llama

[cool-i-hateme]

Creo que nunca he tenido la oportunidad de decirte por qué me encantas tanto, el porqué me atraes de esta manera tan intensa, tan real o tal vez sí la he tenido, pero no la he aprovechado como debería. La realidad es que a veces es inexplicable porque tú significas tanto para mí que es casi imposible ponerlo en palabras, pero va, lo voy a intentar. 

Me gusta que eres crudo y que hablas sin rodeos, sin pelos en la lengua, que dices siempre las cosas como son; me gusta que aunque eres crudo, y tienes un carácter de la chingada, a mí siempre me tratas bien, me gusta que te preocupes por mí, que me llamas por nombres bonitos, me gusta tu personalidad, la forma en que sabes exactamente de qué hablo sin yo tener que explicártelo, y todo esto es apenas la punta del iceberg, porque aún ni siquiera he hablado de cómo me fascina tu voz, tu risa y tu sonrisa, la forma en que tienes los ojos achinados y tus cejas, pero, lo que más me encanta de ti, es que contigo puedo ser yo misma, sin miedo de que me juzgues, me gusta que me gustes tanto porque eso solo es prueba de que el amor en el que he creído desde niña es real.

Que me gustes de esta manera, me aterra porque me puedes destruir si así tú lo quisieras, pero yo te conozco tan bien que sé que jamás lo harías. ¿Sabes también qué me gusta de ti? que sin darte cuenta tú siempre mejoras mi día y me das la valentía que la mayor parte del tiempo me falta. 

No sé si vas a volver, no sé si ese fue nuestro adiós, de cualquier manera yo espero que tú sepas que, como te amo, no he amado a nadie, y que yo por ti haría cualquier cosa, Andrés. 

[a--z--u--l]

Me gusta la gente que en lugar de darte likes o soltar indirectas, te manda un mensaje o te llama y te dice que está pensando en ti.

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

hi! can I please request carlos x female autistic! reader where the reader is having a off day and just needs to be distracted (can include smut if you’d like)

- a fellow female autistic :)

Cloud Gazing and Quiet Moments||Carlos sainz x fem!Autistic!reader

Summary- after a tough day Carlos distracts you with a drive and gazing at the clouds

Word count 471

Carlos had always been patient, but today, he could sense something different about you. You’d been quieter than usual, your responses short and your usual spark dulled. He noticed the way your hands fidgeted, your eyes darting to avoid his, the weight of the off day pressing on you like an invisible fog.

He didn’t push or ask too many questions. Carlos knew that sometimes words only made things harder, so he took a different approach.

“Hey,” he said gently, breaking the silence. “Wanna go for a drive?”

You glanced at him, hesitant, but the idea of being somewhere else—anywhere else—sounded appealing.

Minutes later, you were in his car, the gentle hum of the engine filling the quiet. Carlos didn’t bombard you with conversation. Instead, he let the road do the talking, driving through streets lined with trees, the sun peeking through the branches.

After a while, he pulled into the parking lot of a small, quiet park. Grabbing a blanket from the backseat, he gestured for you to follow. You found a spot under a big oak tree, and he spread out the blanket, sitting down with a grin.

“I brought snacks,” he said, pulling out a bag of chips and a bottle of your favorite drink. “Thought you might need a little pick-me-up.”

You sat down next to him, the soft rustle of leaves overhead blending with the faint chirping of birds. Carlos handed you the snacks and started talking—not about anything heavy, but random, silly things. Like the first time he tried to make pancakes and ended up with a kitchen disaster or the conspiracy theory his neighbor swore by.

He didn’t ask how you were feeling, didn’t try to fix anything. He just was there his presence a quiet reminder that you weren’t alone.

Eventually, a small smile tugged at your lips as you bit into a chip. Carlos noticed but didn’t point it out. Instead, he leaned back, hands behind his head, and looked up at the sky.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice light, “if you stare at the clouds long enough, they start to look like weird animals. That one looks like a llama.”

You tilted your head, squinting at the fluffy cloud he was pointing at. “That’s a duck, Carlos.”

He gasped, mock offended. “A duck? No way, that’s definitely a llama. Maybe with a weird beak.”

You chuckled softly, and the sound made him glance at you with a satisfied smile.

For the rest of the afternoon, you sat there together, pointing out clouds, munching on snacks, and letting the weight of the day melt away. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it didn’t need to be. Carlos had a way of grounding you, of making the tough days a little easier to bear.

And for now, that was more than enough.

[lemoongreensblog]

[Después de un merecido descanso en el río, Jeanette y tú van al gran comedor para una merecida cena. A ella le surge una inquietante duda]

OPERACIÓN NO AUTORIZADA.

—¿Qué crees que son lo que tienen en la cabeza?—pregunta de la nada, haciendo que levantes la mirada de tu plato.

—¿Qué cosa?

Ella apunta de forma sutil a un Yautja—¿Es pelo o tentáculos o qué?

Analizas un segundo las rastas de un Yautja cercano, la miras de distintos ángulos pero no das con ninguna respuesta—No lo sé, quizás es pelo y ya.

—¿Cómo se han de sentir al tacto?

—Quizás raras, se ven raras la verdad.

—Vamos a tocar una.—la felicidad de su rostro la hace parecer como que dijo algo completamente normal.

En ese mismo momento miras a Jeanette como si no pudieras creer lo que salió de su boca, porque efectivamente no podías creerlo.

—Estás loca.—murmuras, mirando a tu alrededor esperando que ningún yautja la haya escuchado.

—Es una duda, nada más—responde ella con una risita suave— ¿Qué daño puede hacer?

Dejas aire salir por tu nariz y volteas para mirar a todos los presentes en el comedor, Imp'ro no está pero Khai'ro sí, hablando de forma animada con un grupo de jóvenes que hacen pregunta tras pregunta.

Ella llama a tu nombre—¿Qué dices?

—Que no—gruñes pasando tus manos por tu cabello mojado—, si Imp'ro no nos deja menos lo intentaré con alguien más.

La rubia hace un puchero, jugando con su propio cabello—¡Yo lo haré!

Ruedas con ojos con cansancio y la detienes antes de que se levante de la silla, le das una mirada seria para levantarte sin mucho ánimo.

—Me darás tu chocolate la próxima vez que alguien te dé.—ella asiente de forma animada, esperando expectante tu muestra de valentía.

Te alejas de tu mesa donde había una cena más o menos comestible, nadie te presta mucha atención ya que las conversaciones están animadas por todos lados.

Tus ojos fijos en Khai'ro.

Sus rastas, para ser más específicos.

Con lentitud te posicionas en su espalda aún con unos pasos de distancia, tanto él como los jóvenes saben que estás ahí pero si Khai'ro no se altera es porque no eres una amenaza.

Piensas, una y otra vez, podrías perder la mano por hacer esta estupidez.

Quizás no deberías confiar tan ciegamente en la confianza que estás ganando con él.

Sigue siendo un guerrero mortal.

Las rastas negras adornadas con oro te llaman, brillantes y llamativas como ellas solas.

Todo o nada.

Estiras tu mano en una fracción de segundo y alcanzas a tocar una, se sintió extraño al tacto, fría, no es parecido a nada de lo que habías tocado pero sin ninguna textura adicional.

Es todo lo que pudiste analizar antes de que el yautja diera, de forma literal, un salto hacia adelante con sus ojos bien abiertos.

Ahora si todo el mundo te está mirando.

Los yautja viejos están sorprendidos de que sigas respirando, los jóvenes no pueden creer lo que hiciste y los humanos sienten la necesidad de huir o esconderse.

Jeanette te mira con una mano sobre su boca, te pide perdón con los ojos.

Te quedas estática, la mano todavía en el aire cuando Khai'ro deja salir un rugido y se voltea para enfrentar al irrespetuoso qué se atrevió a tocarlo.

Su rabia se apaga en cuanto confirma que eras tú, ojos abiertos y aterrados, tu mano ahora apegada a tu pecho.

—L-Lo siento...

El jadea y cierra sus ojos.

Cuenta hasta 5, 10, 100 y 1000 más rápido de lo que alguna vez creyó que podía haber contado.

Abre sus ojos y algo sale de su pecho, no un gruñido, es lo más cercano a una risa que Khai'ro ha hecho en mucho tiempo.

Una mano grande se acerca a tu rostro y lo levanta—No debes tocarlas, son privadas—su voz es pacífica, pero retumba en tu pecho—. Por lo menos no debes hacerlo en público.

Tu rostro se enciende como un farol, sus ojos son amables cuando se fijan en ti y tras darte un asentimiento se voltea para seguir hablando con los jóvenes.

Sientes las piernas de jalea, a penas llegas a tu silla cuando caes sobre esta como un peso muerto. El comedor se ha vuelto a llenar de ruido.

—¡Jamás pensé que eso pasaría!

—Sí...se nota...—dejas caer tu cabeza en la mesa, el rubor te sube hasta el cuello.

Haces una nota mental remarcada en rojo de jamás volver a hacer una estupidez de este calibre.

[criminalmindsfanantic]

POV: The Girls + Derek get drunk at JJ and Emily’s house

JJ: Guys, I have a dilemma!

Penelope: Oooooh, I love llamas!

Derek: How much vodka and rope do we need?

JJ: All of it. It’s my mother-in-law!

*Derek and Penelope gasp*

JJ: Ambassador Prentiss is no laughing matter, so give me ideas of what to do!

Penelope: Toxic banter over dinner conversation

Derek: Poisonous darts.

Penelope: Snake pit?

Derek: this toy *throws one of Henry’s action figures at her*

Penelope: No, I’ve got it! A well worded letter saying,✨DON’T COME✨

JJ: Penelope, you’re a genius!

*JJ writes on a takeout menu with a red sharpie*

Penelope: Yay we did it!

Emily, coming back from the bathroom: What did we do?

[hwangrfrnd]

Pretty when you cry ✰ lmh

ー♡̵ pairing. sub!minho x dom!female!reader

ー♡̵ género y warnings. smut, sexo con sentimientos, fluff, sexo sin protección, angustia, mommy!kink

ー♡̵ autora original. @leeknow-thoughts

ー♡̵ wc. 0.8 K

MASTERLIST

Minho nunca lloró. Ni siquiera en sus peores días y noches. En momentos en los que solo tú y un grupo selecto de personas podían ver su tristeza, él nunca derramaba lágrimas.

Entonces, cuando llegas a casa después de un día de trabajo indiscutiblemente largo y tu novio está sentado en el sofá, mirando fijamente al vacío en lugar de estar viendo la película que está pasando en la televisión, sabes que algo no anda bien.

"¿Cariño?" llamas a Minho, cuando no obtienes respuesta es cuando dejas tu bolso y corres a su lado, "¿cariño?" lo llamas de nuevo.

Parpadea unas cuantas veces antes de girarse para mirarte y un pequeño "¿mhm?" se escapa de sus labios.

"Hey", envuelves su mano con la tuya, "¿tuviste un mal día? ¿Qué pasa, cariño? Déjame ayudarte"

"Mhm", tararea y es entonces cuando no puedes evitar darte cuenta de que Minho no va a hablar, al menos no por un tiempo.

"No necesitas decir nada, cariño", le aseguras, "déjame darte opciones: uno, preparo la cena y vemos una película o dos, preparo la cena y podemos tomar una pequeña siesta". Sonríes, esperando que eso lo haga sentir un poco mejor.

"Mhm", niega con la cabeza antes de sentarte en su regazo, a horcajadas sobre él con sus pantalones deportivos grises.

"Min-" jadeas ante el repentino entusiasmo, "¿quieres estar cerca?"

Minho asiente, sus manos se entrelazan alrededor de tu cintura mientras mira tu rostro con esos lindos ojos marrones suyos.

Ambos se quedan así por un momento mientras las manos de Minho recorren tus caderas y costados antes de que sientas que te frota suavemente contra su regazo. "Cariño", lo llamas, él te demuestra que te está escuchando levantando la cabeza para mirarte, "¿q-quieres?"

La voz de Minho está ronca cuando finalmente habla: "¿P-por favor? ¿Adentro?"

Tarareas antes de quitarte la camisa abotonada, las manos de Minho juegan con tu sujetador por un momento antes de quitártelo también y arrojarlo al suelo de la sala de estar.

Minho es tierno, pone suavemente tu pecho en su boca, mirándote con los ojos más dulces mientras succiona provocativamente tu pezón.

"Min-" un gemido aireado escapa de tu boca mientras miras al chico.

Tus manos juguetean con tus pantalones negros, intentando desesperadamente bajarlos. Minho se da cuenta de tu esfuerzo y te ayuda a levantarte. Después de que te quitas los pantalones y la ropa interior, estás sentada a horcajadas sobre la cintura de Minho nuevamente.

"¿C-condón? T-tengo uno", dice Minho arrastrando las palabras.

"A menos que quieras uno, estoy bien con no usar uno", tarareas mientras te inclinas para besarlo.

"S-si tú estás bien, entonces yo estoy bien con eso", murmura contra tus labios.

Ambos labios chocan entre sí cuando Minho baja suavemente sus pantalones deportivos lo suficiente para que su polla salte y golpee su barriga vestida.

Sientes los dedos de Minho bajar entre tus pliegues antes de esparcir tu humedad alrededor, frotando suavemente pequeños círculos en tu descuidado clítoris.

Te agachas y bombeas su polla regordeta unas cuantas veces antes de alinearlo en tu entrada, hundiéndote suavemente sobre su polla.

Observas su rostro mientras te hundes, observas cómo se contorsiona y emite gemidos y quejidos que solo tú tienes el privilegio de escuchar. "Jagi", gime cuando toca fondo dentro de ti.

"Minho", te quejas mientras comienzas a girar tus caderas.

Minho está abrumado, se le nota en la cara, en la forma en que echa la cabeza hacia atrás contra el sofá y en la forma en que sus manos te sostienen mientras se adapta a la nueva sensación.

"¿Estás bien, cariño?", preguntas, apartándole el pelo de la cara.

Minho sonríe, su pecho se agita pesadamente debajo de tu cuerpo, "n-no voy a durar", anuncia.

"Está bien, no es necesario, simplemente déjalo ir cuando se sienta bien", susurras con tu voz más suave y dulce.

Las manos de Minho descansan sobre tus caderas mientras comienzas a rebotar arriba y abajo sobre su polla, su rostro se tuerce de placer, sus manos agarran las almohadas del sofá. "M-mami", lo escuchas gemir.

Normalmente, así era como lo llamabas, y Minho solo te llamaba mami para burlarse de ti, pero sabes que no está bromeando cuando te llama así. "S-sí", tu risa es interrumpida por un gemido que escapa de tu garganta cuando su polla besa ese punto esponjoso dentro de tu coño en el momento justo, "Mami está aquí"

"Mami" se queja otra vez antes de tomar uno de tus pechos en su boca.

Te toma un momento darte cuenta, pero cuando miras hacia abajo y ves lindas lágrimas escapando de los ojos de Minho, te detienes por un momento, "hey, cariño", hablas con él.

"Por favor", comienza a empujar dentro de ti, "te amo tanto, t-te amo tanto que duele, joder"

"Y-yo también te amo, mi amor, se siente bien, ¿hm?" preguntas para tranquilizarlo.

"¡Se siente tan bien, no puedo evitarlo!" dice mientras más lágrimas corren por su rostro, "correrme, lo necesito, ¿p-por favor?"

"Dentro, córrete dentro", le ordenas.

Minho se corre dentro de ti con un grito, echando la cabeza hacia atrás contra el sofá. Te penetra suavemente mientras disfruta de su orgasmo y sientes que su semen penetra en tu interior.

"¿Mejor?", preguntas.

"Mejor" concuerda él, secándose las lágrimas de la cara y atrayéndote hacia abajo para darte un beso lleno de amor.

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[rhactividades]

ACTIVIDAD #010: el carnaval de primavera.

LOCACIÓN: Zona Centro, Lautersee.

CÓDIGO DE VESTIMENTA: Informal. Necesario vestir ropa blanca.

FECHA: 29 de marzo.

CLIMA: 20° C. Soleado.

Desde el arresto de Hyun Seok y Li Zhou por el asesinato de Astor Caldwell, la comunicación por parte de La Sociedad y del Club hacia sus miembros e invitados ha sido completamente nula. Silencio absoluto. No ha habido reuniones, ni cartas, ni mensajes cifrados. Tan solo un vacío incómodo que, para muchos, se siente más amenazante que cualquier palabra. Aunque el Club permanece abierto, la baja de visitantes ha sido evidente. Los pasillos, que antes rebosaban de murmullos, risas fingidas y copas de vino, ahora parecen vacíos. Todo ha cambiado, definitivamente.

Los periodistas, por su parte, se han instalado justo frente a la comisaría de Lautersee. Un grupo constante, rostros familiares con cámaras y micrófonos, siempre al acecho. Aunque ya no se agolpan frente a las puertas del Club, no han dejado de acosar a los que estuvieron presentes en la gala, ni a quienes, según los rumores, forman parte de ese supuesto "culto" que cada vez suena menos como ficción. El rumor ha crecido como una llama alimentada por el viento, tomando fuerza después del torneo.

Te sientes extraño sin la llegada de una nueva invitación. Sin el sello, sin el papel grueso y perfumado. Estás acostumbrado a ser guiado: a que Nikkita o Theodore te digan dónde estar, a qué hora, y con qué propósito. Pero ahora, el silencio lo ha invadido todo, y por primera vez en mucho tiempo, nadie te ha dicho qué hacer.

Y aún así, lo haces.

Porque la llegada de algo nuevo no siempre se anuncia con una carta.

El carnaval de primavera de Lautersee es una tradición centenaria. Una celebración que marca la transición del invierno hacia la calidez de la nueva estación. Es un evento que ha unido a generaciones de habitantes, sin importar su apellido ni su procedencia. Este año, la ciudad parece aferrarse a la tradición con más fuerza que nunca, como si el caos reciente pudiera ser disipado con flores, luces y música.

Las calles del centro se han transformado. Guirnaldas blancas y doradas cuelgan de un lado a otro, mientras se exhiben arreglos florales que llenan el aire con el aroma del jazmín y la lavanda. Los puestos de comida, bebida y todo tipo de actividades llenan la plaza.

Tú caminas entre ellos, por elección propia esta vez. No representas a nadie. No hay órdenes. Solo tú, intentando despejar tu mente, buscando un momento de respiro en medio de todo. Por un instante, lo logras. Te mezclas con la multitud, dejas que la música te envuelva, y hasta sonríes sin darte cuenta.

La única indicación, ya conocida por todos, es asistir completamente de blanco… o al menos llevar una prenda de ese color. Será divertido, ¿no? ¿Qué podría salir mal?

¡Buenas tardes, cuervos! Les traemos la décima actividad del grupal, que esperamos que disfruten tanto como nosotras lo hicimos al planearla. Les pedimos que, por favor, lean los siguientes puntos para evitar dudas. Aunque, en caso de que las tengan, nuestro buzón está siempre abierto para responderlas.

Como ya pudieron leer, La Sociedad no ha emitido ninguna declaración desde el arresto de los abuelos de ambas familias, lo cual, definitivamente, no puede interpretarse como una buena señal. Por eso, esta vez no se trata de un evento organizado por el Club ni por La Sociedad, sino de una tradición que año con año reúne a los habitantes de Lautersee: el carnaval de primavera.

Hemos creado un apartado individual con todas las actividades disponibles para sus personajes durante el carnaval. Pueden consultarlo aquí. Además, añadimos que habrá un desfile con carros alegóricos adornados con flores, acompañados de música y algunos bailes típicos de la temporada.

A cada asistente se le entrega un antifaz completamente blanco al momento de llegar al carnaval. Es una regla no escrita que todos deben llevarlo puesto "siempre", durante toda la celebración. Hay un puesto de actividades donde pueden decorarlo libremente.

Los periodistas siguen presentes en Lautersee. Ahora se encuentran frente a la comisaría, intentando obtener cualquier exclusiva sobre los cargos contra los Seok y los Zhou. Aun así, no han apartado la vista de las otras familias, ni han dejado atrás los crecientes rumores sobre el supuesto “culto”, que cada vez toma más fuerza en los medios.

Por último, les adelantamos que en esta actividad habrá una pequeña intervención pensada especialmente para las familias que no son parte de La Sociedad. Les daremos más detalles en los próximos días.

Tipo de starters: starters abiertos reblogueados desde el blog de starters (@rhstarters). Para abrir un starter, es necesario haber respondido previamente tres. Cada personaje tiene disponible 2 starters privados y un grupal. Para poder abrir estos privados, se debe tener al menos cinco threads activos.

Duración de la actividad: 10 días, finalizando el 30 de abril.

Les invitamos a compartir las vestimentas de sus personajes y a darles reblog desde el blog de ediciones ( @rhediciones ).

Les pedimos que mantengan la opción de anónimo desactivada en todo momento de sus buzones. ¡Que se diviertan!

[2apr3]

Hoy te escribo todo aquello que guarda mi corazón y mi voz y mis palabras no pueden expresarte, todo el sentimiento que mi corazón no puede retener más... Te amo, pero un amor tan intenso que me abruma el hecho de que no puedo corresponderte, y me agobia todo el cariño que recibo y no puedo dar, te veo y no puedo evitar que mi corazón aumente la frecuencia de sus latidos, tienes una mirada preciosa, tan preciosa que cualquiera podría caer hipnotizado con tan solo ver por un segundo esos ojos tan magicos, y tu sonrisa, es tan increíblemente radiante, y tu voz, es como estar perdido y escuchar a un ángel hablar, tu cabello, cae en tu frente como una bella espiral... Tienes una manera tan peculiar para expresarte y cuando menos lo esperé tú ya te habías enamorado de mí, por más que intenté esconder lo que yo siento por tí, aún no logro entender como fué que lo descifraste... Tienes el don de endulzar mi oido pero la razón sigue siendo mas fuerte por más que mi corazón se sigue aferrando a amarte, sé que no soy el único al que hacen dudar tus palabras, y es precisamente eso lo que me detiene y me hace no creer en tí, a veces quisiese que un día simplemente me olvidaras y encontraras tu felicidad con otra persona, alguien que sí pueda corresponder a tu amor, alguien para quién no seas prohibido, alguien que no tenga estas ataduras que tengo para correr a abrazarte, besarte y decirte que me muero por tí, que anhelo la idea de dormir en tus brazos, en tu pecho y amanecer y saber que es real, pero no es real, no es así, la vida es muy injusta y aunque sé que me va a partir el alma verte con alguien más, por favor vete, vete de mi vida, vete que mi corazón no puede más... Y por más que sé que tú sientes lo mismo, lo mejor es que me olvides, que busques a alguien que te ame más y mejor que yo, alguien que pueda ofrecerte y darte lo que yo no puedo... Te amo tanto que no quiero que me ames, te anhelo tanto que quiero que te vayas, te sueño tanto que quiero que me olvides, te deseo tanto, que quiero que encuentres a alguien más... Ardo cada día en este fuego, tan inmenso tan intenso, y me lamento tanto ser tan fuerte, tan fuerte para no decirte lo que siento, no sé que fué lo que me delató, pero por favor, hago el intento por alejarme, intentar apagar la llama de este fuego, de esto que siento por tí, pero con cada palabra tuya lo avivas más, por favor haz esta tarea mas fácil y no me busques, no me hables, no me escribas, deja de tratarme como si fuera especial, olvídame y enamórate de alguien más.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 4: Animal

Tw: Slight SA

Dipper POV

I gasp, jumping awake from my sleep. I jump so hard that I fall out of my bed. My eyes dart to my surroundings, my mind clouded with a slight of pain. The events of last night are such a blur. I slowly stand up, rubbing my temples.

I sit back on my bed, running my fingers through my hair. "Was all of that a dream or...."

I feel my foot kick something that's under my bed. I look down as my eyes widen. The duffle bag from last night, along with my somehow clean knife. My eyes widen as I pull out the five jars with the minigolf ball heads. I look at one of them, noticing it's glowing a bright blue shade.

"Just....when did I get home?" I question, placing the jars on top of my nightstand.

"I helped you out with that pinetree." Bill's voice rings in my ear.

I jump, looking around my room. "Bill? How can I hear you right now?"

"I gained some of my power back thanks to that kill of yours, which was sloppy. You have to be more careful pinetree."

I raise an eyebrow, unlocking my bottom desk drawer. "What do you mean? I don't fully recall the events from last night."

"That damn llama sweater knows Dipper."

"Pacifica knows!?" I shout, rushing to place the jars into the bottom drawer.

Before Bill can answer back, I hear Mable call my name from downstairs. I frown, locking my drawer before leaving my room. As I walk down the stairs, a feeling of uneasiness washes over me. When I make it down, I grip the stairwell.

"Hyia Dipper! Pacifica just wanted to know if you were here, so I called you down. She didn't believe me for some reason."

"Is that so? Well, I'm here in the flesh and spirit." I said while walking into the kitchen to make myself some cereal.

"U-uh Mabel....Can I talk to you outside?" Pacifica stutters, tugging at mable's sweater sleeve.

Mable nods her head and smiles. "Sure!" She said as Pacifica leads her outside.

I take a few bites of my cereal while watching them talk. I can't hear them speaking until their voices begin to bounce around in my head.

"Bill, are you-?"

"Just listen closely, pinetree."

"What's the matter, Pacifica? You seem all down and gloomy. Lighten up!"

Pacifica steps a little closer to Mable, reaching down to grab her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Mable....there's something I have to tell you...about, Dipper."

I narrow my eyes as I take a break from eating. I rest my elbows on the kitchen table, my fingers connected as they press against my nose and mouth so only my eyes are visible to her. I blink my eyes, my vision going from clear to yellow.

"What about him?"

"Doesn't he seem kind of...off to you?"

I watch Mable place a hand on her chin and nod her head. "Well, now that you mention it, he has seem a little off, but that's just Dipper being Dipper!"

"No mable! Just..." she sighs, scratching the back of her neck. "Mable he-"

"I'd take a quick glance at the window before saying anything else to shooting star, llama sweater." Bill said through my head, and I guess through Pacifica's considering her reaction.

She jumps, her body trembling. She turns to glance at the window, meeting my stare. "I said we'll be watching you. Now be a good little meat sack and change the subject or my little pine tree will take great care of you!"

Pacifica quickly turns her head. "N-nevermind mable. There's....something else I-"

"Oh my gosh, what happened to your cheek?!" Mable shrieks as she reaches up to touch the cut I gave her.

"Nothing mable, Dipper just -"

"Dipper, did this? Is that what your trying to tell me?!" Mable shouts, her voice full of anger and disbelief.

Pacifica shakes her head. "It was an accident! He was just messing around because he found out that I....I-I.."

"You what Pacifica? You can tell me anything.." she said while smiling, holding both of her hands.

"I....I love you, Mable. I always have for as long as I can remember... Dipper found out and playfully pushed me too hard, and I fell against a tree, and it cut my cheek. He didn't mean to! H-he just wanted me to be happy..."

Mable is taken aback as I try to hold in my laughter. This is just too good to watch. "Pacifica....I-I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same..."

"But Mable, we can just -" Pacifica begs, her grip tightening around mable's hands.

"N-no Pacifica, I'm sorry, but it's best we stay friends.." Mable said, pulling her hands away and rushing into the house.

Pacifica stands there in shock, her eyes watering with tears from the sorrow she must be feeling. She looks at me from the window, and I smile.

"Live to see another day! Way to cover up for us llama sweater! You deserve a cookie. Or do your kind eat grass?" Bill laughs, which causes me to chuckle.

Pacifica looks away, lowers her head, and walks away from the shack. I turn my attention to Mable, who doesn't look too pleased to see me. I sigh, adjusting myself in my seat so I'm facing her direction.

"What is it, Mable?" I ask, rather uninterested.

"Why did you hurt Pacifica?!" She shouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If you're referring to the cut on her cheek, it was an accident. After I left the diner yesterday, I bumped into her. We got to talking and she told me how she felt about you. I told her to give it a shot, and she said no, and I playfully pushed her for encouragement. She fell against a tree and it cut her cheek. It isn't that deep."

"But why would you tell her to tell me that she loves me?! You know I only like guys Dipper. Why would you give her hope in something you knew would never happen?!"

I sigh from frustration as I stand to put my bowl in the sink. I start to walk towards the stairs, but she stops me by grabbing my arm. I tense, pulling my arm out of her grip.

"Answer my question, Dipper!"

"Oh, I don't know? Maybe I wanted her to be happy? Maybe I wanted my sister to be happy and not treated like crap? All the guys you hooked up with in the past were jerks! You should try things out with Pacifica. Oh, because she's not a guy, you're not interested? Just wow, Mable. You love love more than anything, and when it's given to you, you break it! Why must you be so damn selfish?!"

Mable's eyes widen as tears begin to roll down her face. "H-how could you say something l-like that?" She chokes on her sobs.

I roll my eyes. "Mable, she loves you. I just want the two of you happy. Why can't you see that -"

I'm cut off by mable attempting to punch me. I quickly grab her wrist, tightening my grip. I blink my eyes, my vision turning red. I frown as I place my free hand on my head in pain. Why can't she listen? She knows not to touch me....she knows!

"So why don't we teach her a lesson. Right pinetree?"

I feel a small smile twitch up my lips, my vision now yellow. "You should have listened shooting star."

A loud snap is heard through the kitchen along with Mable's cries. I let go of her as she falls to her knees, holding her broken wrist in pain. I hear my grunkles rush down the stairs. Both of them push me out of the way to go to mable's aid.

"What happened, kiddo?!" Stan asks.

I place my hands over my mouth to hide my growing smile, my vision back to clear. I look at Ford, who's staring me down. "Did you do this, Dipper?!"

"Y-yes...yes he did.." Mable cries, whimpering in pain.

Both of them look at me in complete disbelief. "How could you do this?!"

"I-it wasn't his fault...I tried to hit him... And I touched him.."

"What is it with you not wanting her to touch you, Dipper!?" Stan demands.

"We'll ask when we come back from the hospital. Dipper, you are not allowed to leave the shack!"

I look at them blankly as I turn around and start to walk up the stares. "I'm not 12 anymore, but I hope she gets better." I said before making my way to my room.

I jump into my bed, throwing my pillow against the wall. "Why... why couldn't my own twin sister be there for me?"

-flashback-

Why did I let mable drag me to this stupid party. Sure, any normal 16 year old would be thrilled to go to one of the best parties of the year. The only difference is that I'm not normal. I rest against the corner of the wall, a soda in hand.

I'm not stupid enough to drink, nor am I an idiot to drink from the punch bowl. I brought my own drink before coming. I watch in disgust at the amount of teens grinding against one another. I keep a close eye on Mable, who was getting drunk way too quickly for my liking.

I watch as a guy slowly grinds up against mable. She giggles, turning around and dancing with him. I roll my eyes at how naive she's being. Idiot, that walking raging hormone just wants to fuck you.

The guy places his hands on her waist, but it slowly travels to her ass. I walk over to the two, pushing my way through the crowd. I spill my drink all over him. I grab Mable, pulling her away from him.

"What the hell, man!?" The boy shouts.

"Yeah, Dipper, what was that for?"

I look at Mable, her amount of stupidity getting under my skin. "Really Mable? I know you're not that obvious to the fact that he only wants to fuck you."

"So? Dipper, you always get in the way of me having fun! I just want to be popular, but you always get in the way of it! Sometimes, I wish we were never twins!" She shouts, gaining attention from the people around us.

I stand there in complete shock. I always knew she felt that way, but I never thought she would say it so freely. I feel someone pull my arm. I look up, glaring at the guy from earlier.

"You're coming with me." He demands, tugging me away.

I look at Mable with pleading eyes, but she ignores me, just like everyone else. The boy drags me to an empty room, throwing me on the bed. I try to get up and run to the door, but he punches me in the jaw. I fall back onto the mattress.

The boy chuckles as he walks around the nightstand, pulling out rope and duck tap. My eyes widen as I jump up again, but he knocked me down with a blow to the eye and my nose. He ties my hands to the frame of the bed and ties my feet to the end. I stare at the ceiling, counting the stars I could see thanks to the punches he gave me.

"Since I can't have your sister, I guess I can settle for you. I am only 17, so there is no harm in exploring my sexuality right?" He laughs while lowering my pants and boxers to my ankles.

My eyes widen as I scream, trashing around in the binds. He punches the same jaw three times. I lay there motionless as he laughs in my face, reaching in his drawer, pulling out a few 'toys'. My eyes widen in fear as I look at him with pleading eyes.

"Let's get started."

- 20 minutes later -

I'm a sobbing mess, screaming in pain through the duck tap over my mouth. He placed a vibrator in my hole, turning it on high. My body is twitching from the number of times I came. He twisted my body so my ass is on full display for him. The energy from my body is drained the moment he shoves the vibrator up my ass. The pain of getting scratched is unbearable.

"Mm!! Mm..mmmmhhhhmmm!!!!" I cry.

He laughs and groans, rubbing himself aggressively. "C-crap a live show is so different...fuck..."

My eyes roll back as I feel myself about to cum. I cry out into the pillow, my body going limp. I close my eyes as I sob quietly. I hear the boy moan loudly, guess he finally came. I hear him stand and walk over to me. I whimper when he pulls the vibrator out, rubbing his hands all over my body.

"Shit, Dipper....I didn't think such a nerd like you could be so hot..." he whispers in my ear.

I whimper, shaking my head.

"I wonder what it feels like to be inside you..." he said, reaching to touch my back but cries out in pain. "What the hell?!"

I fill my eyes roll back to the back of my skull, yellow clouding my vision. My voice became dark and distorted. Blue flames cover the ropes as they snap, setting me free. I sit up quickly, kicking the meat sake in the nuts, and pushes him off the bed.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH HOW DID YOU- ACK!"

I cut him off by stomping my foot on his neck. "My pinetree....How could you do this to him? You know you want to kill him, Dipper. Take your revenge. Open your eyes and heart to the darkness I saw in you the day we made that deal! Kill him!" I hear Bill speak through me.

I lower myself on top of him, placing my hands around his throat. "Die....die die die die..hahahaha-that's it. Look at the fear in his eyes! Life is being drained right out of him. You're so close, pinetree! End it all!"

I watch as he digs his nails into the flesh of my skin, but I ignore it. The sweet sting brings more joy to this moment. However, the rush I felt was soon brought to an end when my world suddenly went black.

-the next day-

I jump up, gasping for air. I look around, covered in sweat. I sigh, happy to be back in my room. I flitch, soreness rushing up my back. I remember the burn I felt on my back and take off my shirt. I slowly stand and limp to my body mirror. I turn around, my eyes widen. On my back is Bill's circle.

I feel a vein bulge from the temple of my forehead. "Bill, you damn dream demon! You fucking Dorito! I'll beat your damn ass for this!"

"Jeez pinetree. You look like you have smoke coming out of your ears." I hear Bill laugh, but his voice is faint.

I groan under my breath, "You damn...damn dream demon... You saved me, didn't you?"

"You could say that, I just helped unlock a darkness in you that you kept trying to buried away. And whoa, pinetree, I gotta tell ya, that part of you makes me question my own insanity! Haahanaha!"

I sigh, resting my head against the mirror, staring into my own eyes. I could see it, how dark and gloomy they became. I feel my skin begin to itch, so I scratch and scratch and scratch, digging my nails into my skin.

"Pinetree, stop! You're safe now. You'll get your revenge. I promise pinetree. We'll show them just how much of an animal you are."

"Y-yes Bill..."

-end of flashback-

It's been hours since my grunkles took Mable to the hospital. I stare at myself in the dirty body mirror in my room. I place a mask over my mouth and nose and place a black cap on my head. I throw my bag over my shoulder, placing my knife into my pocket. I chuckle, staring into my own eyes.

"I'll show them just how much of an animal I am. I'll get my revenge. No, we'll get our revenge, Bill."