#in order its uhmmm

[eeveekitti]

fictional siblings save me........ save me............. save me fictional siblings............

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*shyly stumbles into asks, blushing and giggling* uhmmm heres a silly one...bill with a girlfriend who really likes boba fett (we are talking original trilogy. bill is a prequels anti. i will explode on that hill.) & wants to...get freaky with him..while he's wearing the helmet / cosplay...? ‪‪❤︎‬ thats niche !! if its too silly, disregard ‪. ❤︎‬ hehe.. xoxo - @battingmyeyelashes

(Lol he gonna go full nerd on you, gatekeeping and all

Title" STAR—WHORES"

(Epilogue bill dickey x reader smut, role-playing, star wars references, dorky shit)

You’re sitting cross-legged on the musty futon in Bill’s basement, surrounded by half-unboxed McFarlane Toys and the faint stench of Mountain Dew Baja Blast that permanently haunts the carpet. You’re in your Boba Fett shirt (1983 print, thank you), and Bill’s ranting about The Mandalorian again—he’s one bong rip away from a coronary over "lore desecration."

“It’s not even him! It’s his f**king kid cousin with Disney-fied trauma and a plush toy sidekick!”

You smirk, half-listening, until you spot the Fett helmet and gloves on the shelf behind him. It's dented in that perfect, screen-accurate way. You slink off the futon and grab it.

“What the hell are you—don’t smudge the visor, I swear to God, do not—!”

You cut him off by placing it on his head.

"Just leave it on," you purr.

Bill pauses. Under the helmet, he’s quiet—too quiet. You’d think you asked him to LARP as Jar Jar Binks. But then… then that sick little glint creeps into his body language. That self-important, smug power trip kind of silence. He adjusts the helmet. Stands up straighter.

“You want Fett?” he grunts, voice muffled through the helmet. “You got him. But only the OT version. None of that prequel Mandalore crap.”

You nod, climbing back onto the futon. He’s still in cargo shorts and a torn Flash Gordon tee under the helmet, which is somehow even funnier. But hey—it's Bill. He’s not gonna not leave the socks on.

You reach for him and he jerks back.

"Hold on. You're not worthy of touching Fett yet. Recite the bounty hunter lineup from Empire. In order."

“Are you—”

“IN ORDER.”

You groan. But, okay. Fine. “Bossk, IG-88, Zuckuss, Dengar—"

"WRONG!" he barks. "Zuckuss came after 4-LOM. Jesus. Do you even care about this franchise?"

The helmet fogs slightly as he inhales. Then, dead serious:

"You better start showing some f**king respect if you want to ride Slave I tonight.”

You roll your eyes, legs already draped over the armrest as he paces in the Fett helmet like some gremlin bounty hunter with a superiority complex. Which, well. He is.

“You done?” you ask, cocking a brow. “Or do I need to do a f**king thesis on the Sarlacc pit to touch your dick?”

He stops mid-step. Helmet tilts.

“…You think Fett just lets people touch him?”

“Oh my God, Bill—”

He cuts you off with a gloved finger to your lips, voice muffled and hoarse through the helmet.

“Quiet. You’re not talking to Bill right now. You’re addressing the galaxy’s most feared bounty hunter. And you?” He walks toward you slowly, kneepads squeaking. “You’re my little… carbonite trophy. My precious… filthy… rebel scum.”

You snort, but it turns into a moan when he grabs your thighs—rough, sudden, like he's trying to prove something. He doesn’t kiss you, because kissing is too intimate for Fett (or because the helmet’s in the way), but his mouth is definitely open under there. Breathing heavy. Nerd-lust mode fully activated.

“You’re gonna sit there,” he growls, dragging your hips forward until you’re perched on the edge of the futon, “and I’m gonna show you what a real original trilogy character can do.”

“Oh yeah?” you tease. “You gonna choke me with the Wookiee braids?”

“You wish I’d bring the braids out. You haven't earned that yet.”

He hikes your shirt up with way too much flair, like he’s revealing an action figure variant. There’s a hesitation, though. He’s hard—you can see it through those pathetic cargo shorts—but he’s still Bill, which means even when he’s seconds from railing you, he’s got a goddamn opinion.

“You know, Fett wouldn’t actually do this. He’s too professional. Too controlled.”

“Bill,” you pant, frustrated and turned on in equal measure. “I swear to God, if you break character now, I will peg you in that helmet.”

A beat.

“…Yes, ma’am.”

He gets to his knees like it’s a command from Jabba himself. Helmet bobbing between your thighs now, breath hot through the dented visor.

And somehow, under all that smug geek fury, that helmet becomes the hottest thing in the room.

You're still panting, legs twitching, body wrecked in a way that should be embarrassing, but then again—Bill Dickey just f**ked you in a Boba Fett helmet and had the audacity to salute when he came. You're already bracing for the post-nut review.

And right on cue—

“That,” he says, voice muffled, “was better than anything in Attack of the Clones.”

He pulls out with a wet sound and flops beside you like a dead Jawa, the mattress groaning in protest. The helmet’s still on, tilted back now, his sweaty hair plastered to his neck like a guy who forgot hygiene after middle school.

“Better than Clones? That’s your f**king metric?”

He turns his head (helmet squeaking against his pillow) to glare at you like you just defended midichlorians.

“I sweat for that performance. I bled Star Wars lore into that nut. And you’re asking about metrics?”

You roll over, eyeing his now-soft, vaguely sad dick resting against a gut that somehow jiggles with both superiority and shame. You’re about to say something, but he raises a hand—gloved, still—like a traffic cop.

“No. Listen. I just put in more character work than anyone in the sequels. And you—” he jabs a finger at your chest “—you came harder than an EU author writing Mara Jade fanfic in the ‘90s.”

You blink. “Did you just call my orgasm Expanded Universe canon?”

“I called it peak lore integration. And frankly, you’re lucky I didn’t bring the jetpack. That’s a level two fetish unlock and you haven’t earned it.”

You groan, dragging a pillow over your face. “I cannot believe I let you raw me in that f**king helmet.”

“Oh, you didn’t let Bill Dickey raw you,” he says smugly. “You got drilled by Boba Fett as he was meant to be portrayed. Pre-Disney. Pre-bulls**t. Pure uncut LFL masculinity.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, softly:

“…I love you, but you are the most insufferable man I’ve ever f**ked.”

He grins under the helmet, glowing like a Funko Pop finally taken out of the box.

“And yet. You still came.”

You throw a sock at his face. He lets it hit him like it's a blaster bolt to the chest.

“Bill. Take the helmet off.”

He pauses.

“…You sure you’re ready to see the man behind the Fett?”

“Take it the f**k off, Bill.”

He peels it back with the drama of a Sith Lord revealing himself. Sweat-slick hair, flushed cheeks, glasses askew. That s**t-eating smirk.

And somehow, in spite of everything—the bad breath, the elitism, the deep-seated rage at Rian Johnson—you still want to kiss him.

You sigh, straddling his lap again. “Alright. But this time, I get the lightsaber.”

He looks terrified and horny all at once.

“Only if it’s a legacy replica. I swear to God, if you bring in Force FX, I’ll—”

You cut him off with a kiss, already reaching under the bed for the box labeled “DO NOT TOUCH—SABERS.”

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[siribaes]

IN OUR PAST LIVES ( Part 1 )

Dario Sepúlveda x blackfem!reader (OC — Nina Fuentes)

“During his quest to find Griselda, Dario reunites with an old friend in Miami—”

PARING: Friend/ “Former Client” to Lovers

SUGGESTED TUNES💿: Mack the Knife (cover) by Tito Puente, La Plena Bomba Me Llama by Celia Cruz & Tito Puente, Yerbero Moderno by Celia Cruz, Abayarde by Tego Calderon, Una Noche Mas by Yasmin Levy

CONTENT: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, Cursing, Some racist language/ideologies (reference to La Perra Negra & the story takes place in late 1970s so you know, not the most foward-thinking of times), the main character is a sex worker, use of the Spanish language, star-crossed lovers-esque elements, references to death, drugs, trafficking, Cartel activities, or*l (fem & alluded to male receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, Fluff, Dario being lowkey a soft boy, *Unedited/Not Proofread

AUTHORS NOTE: uhmmm who else has seen alberto guerra in griselda??? 👀 it’s a great show highly recommend everyone go watch! alberto being shirtless is just an added bonus, so basically this is slightly AU-ish in this fic dario travels back to miami twice (i think i can’t remember lol) before “finding” griselda—full stop bc spoilers but yeah. the OC is a former sex worker, and Afro-Colombian/Latina (faceclaim is Yaya DaCosta <3), but yeah i hope y’all enjoy :) 💖

Medellín, Colombia - Spring 1976 (The Past)

The weather was in a particularly odd flux. For most of the day, heat raged on like an unrelenting wave, the weatherman reported scorching temperatures, a whopping, almost record breaking 101 degrees. Medellin quickly became a ghost-town, people sought refuge from the unbearable temperatures. The heat trickled its way into the evening, until around 9 or so, storm clouds suddenly swirled the sky, then, boom, a torrential downpour. The rain came down in violent pelts, hitting everything and anything insight. However, as quickly as the storm came, it went. The temperatures went down, the rain aided in crispness in the air. The wind swept through the streets and neighborhoods of Medellin, with coolness and airiness that was necessary, relieving.

Relief was exactly what Nina needed.

With the scorching temperatures, it brought a particular irritation with her clientele. It was like the hotter it became, the meaner they were. One of her regulars, Mr. Moneybags (an older gentleman, who happened to be very, very, generous with his wealth.), who was severely punctual and only wanted oral. He was never rude, impatient or rough with her. Until today. He was late, storming into her room, barking orders for her get on her knees, and when Nina finally did give him what he wanted, all Mr. Moneybags could ramble on about was high rough day at the office and he needed to tame "La Perra Negra". To make matters worse, when Mr. Moneybags orgasmed, he cummed on her shirt (a brand-new halter top, made of fine silk and in the prettiest shade of coral, it wasn't cheap, it cost her 78 pesos.) and in her hair (pillowy-soft coils as someone told her once). That was a complete, no, no.

Mr. Moneybags was the first of her clients to receive a verbal lashing, but he wasn't the last. As the hours rolled by, each man arriving acting more brutish and egregious than the last. Nina handed out her lashings with ease, all for her to be met with the same insult, fuck you, Perra Negra. The heat only fueled her rage, so much that the one customer, who had some semblance of decorum, went soft in her mouth. He quickly scurried out, offering a sympathetic smile, and promised that he'll come back next week, when she felt better.

So, when the storm came, Nina was more than relieved. She got some reprieve from her finnicky clients, even though her room was tucked away on the further corner of the brothel, the rain seemed to drown out the noise from the other end of the compound. She was able to soak her stresses away in her tub, light a candle or two, slip on her favorite mini-silk robe, and actually rest. The raindrops served as a lullaby from Nina as she drifted off to sleep.

Now, at 2 AM, Nina sat in a chair on her small balcony. She people-watched from her small corner, relishing in the cool breeze the generously fanned over her skin. She more than deserved this peace and stillness after the shit she had to deal with. After a while, Nina became engrossed in this older couple blocks away, were dancing in the middle of the street. She was so enraptured with the couple she didn't even hear the door creep open.

A familiar scent drifted through the air, a blend of cinnamon, tobacco, cardamom, and strangely mint. Nina couldn't help the smile the curled onto to her lips, as heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.

"You left the door open,"

Nina smirked. "What if I left it open for you,"

"Hm. That's unlike you,"

Nina turned around meeting those soft, russet-colored eyes, she cared to enjoy so much. She playfully batted her eye lashes.

"Oh, Dario, you mustn't forget, you are my favorite customer," Nina purred. She rose from her seated position, and unabashedly took in Dario's appearance.

He was meticulously dressed, he wore neatly ironed, black slacks with a coordinating black dress shirt. A few buttons were undone, revealing a sliver of warm-tawny skin, and the ink-colored edges of a tattoo. Nina wondered sometimes what the fully tattoo would look like, or better, would she ever get to see it.

From the first night they met, Nina gathered that Dario was someone who took pride in their appearance. He was never sloppy, not a flick of dirt or dust sullied his clothes or shoes. Thick, brown tresses were combed and quaffed with care, while he maintained neatly trimmed facial hair. Even the way Dario carried himself was equally irresistible, he possessed a poise and calmness that was developed, cultivated, even. He was careful with his words, never speaking out of turn or without thought. He charmed his way into people's hearts, both old and young alike.

Dario was a true debonair. It was the perfect distraction from what he truly was, a hit man. El Sicario.

"You look thirsty," Nina strutted past Dario to the small bar along the wall inside, "Would you like a drink?"

''Not tonight,"

Nina tsked, "Where's the fun in that? You can't just humor me, I've had a terrible day and--"

"Enough Nina," She paused to looked over her shoulder at him. His brows were furrowed, as looked intensely at Nina. After a beat, Nina turned a back around, pouring some tequila in a glass. She turned back around, gesturing for Dario to speak. "I'm looking for someone," Dario pulled a photo out of his front pocket.

"Aren't you always," Nina sassed. She couldn't help it, she was enjoying seeing Dario a bit peeved, it was so refreshing to see, even Dario, el sicario himself, could be annoyed.

He shows her the photo, "Vincent Fernandez, you know him?"

Nina scans the picture, taking in the face of the man.

"Yes and no," Dario's eyebrow quirks, "His real name is Vincent, but nobody calls him that. He goes by Chuy,"

"Okay...Chuy, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago. He was coming out of Carmen's room...now that I think about it, she was leaving with him. She carried a suitcase too. Haven't seen her since,"

Immediately, Dario balled up the picture, flinging at the wall. He began to pace and back forth, his left handed raked through his hair, messing up that of that beautiful handiwork.

Something thrummed inside of Nina as she watched Dario slowly lose composure. Dario’s beautiful features were twisted with frustration, his jaw was clenched, and eyes were blazed. He stopped pacing and stood next to a small coffee table with vase that sat on top. With hesitation, Dario snatched the vase and launched it at the wall. Ceramic shards exploded on impact, pieces flew everywhere in the process.

"FUCK!"

"What the hell is your problem!?" Nina rushed over, she brushed past him, and picked up a broken piece of the vase, "Fuckin' pendejo, this was a gift from a friend," She was seething, gearing up to cuss him out to fullest extent but she paused. On one of the broken pieces with a red speck. Nina's eyes drifted towards the floor, seeing a trail of red spots, the spots grew larger and larger, until there was a small pool of blood underneath Dario's hand. "...You're bleeding,"

"What?" Dario one step but Nina quickly stopped him.

"Stop! Stop, it's getting all on the floor. Go to the bathroom and rinse the cut. When your done there's a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide in cabinet, grab it, and sit on the couch," Dario just stood there a bit lost in his eyes, "Vete! Go, now!"

Dario disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Nina in the mess he created.

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"This is going to sting so keep still," The two sat next to each other on the couch. In one hand, Nina gently cradled Dario's hand, his wounded palm facing up. The other hand held a cotton ball soaked in Hydrogen peroxide. She slowly inched the ball towards the cut, when it the skin, Dario instantly hissed, moving his hand slightly. Nina pressed again, trying to be a bit softer than before, but Dario jerked his hand away again. Nina swatted at his stomach. "Ay! Stop moving,"

Dario finally complied, relaxing against her touch, letting her clean the cut. A quietness fell over them as Nina worked in a comfortable rhythm of wiping and dabbing.

"I'll make sure to pay for the vase," Nina stopped, looking up at Dario. There was a sincerity in his eyes, and something else...embarrassment maybe? "The least I could do, since you put up with shit all the time..."

Nina bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling, at Dario's gesture. She said nothing in return, but instead sat the used cotton balls to the side and reached for the roll of bandages. Nina couldn't make heads or tails of how she felt about Dario right. One part of her was agitated with him with how he broke her vase and how edgy he was being towards her all of the sudden. The other part of her was attracted to Dario, something about him losing control like that revved her engine. For once he wasn't so controlled and calculated, he was human, flaws and all.

"I know I'm not supposed to ask, but, why are you looking for Chuy?" Nina asked, slowly wrapped the bandages around Dario's hand.

To Nina's surprise, he answered. "He took something that didn't belong to him,"

"...Oh. Oh," Nina nodded realizing what Dario what he meant. Chuy had to have stolen a kilo or two of coke from them. Everyone in Medellin knew stealing from the Bravo family was a guaranteed death sentence. "Shit, I should've known..."

Dario shook his head. "It's not on you. The sneaky bastard managed to fool all of us, especially me,"

Nina chuckled nervously as she tucked the last strip of the bandage underneath a bottom layer.

"All finished," She slowly let go of Dario's hand to gather and put back her supplies, "I would give it a day before checking the cut to see if its healing. Just try to keep it your hands clean the best you can,"

Dario nodded. "Thank you,"

Nina smiled gently at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she bounced around and out of the room disposing of the trash and putting her supplies back. When she came back into the room, she found Dario relaxed against the couch looking outside. She followed his gaze up to the night sky. The normal starry, ink-colored sky was now filled with stormy clouds.

"It's going to rain again," Nina murmured, she returned to her spot next to Dario.

"How'd you figure?"

Nina pointed to the sky. "The clouds. Plus, the air is getting thick...y'know humidity,"

Dario laughed, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, making Nina's heart skip a beat. He quickly quieted as a look of curiosity filled his expression.

"Where'd you learn to do that kind of stuff...like patch people up?"

"I guess I got tired of getting rug burns and bruises on my knees from giving head so much. It's bad for business,"

"That's fucked up,"

Nina shrugged. "It's a part of the job. I have to be perfect and presentable at all times. It's what sells the fantasy. So, I had to become my own doctor, learn how to patch myself up. I also learned, that if I was on my knees for too long, all the time, I wasn't doing my job correctly.

Dario tipped his head, scratching at his goatee, "Where the guys always that rough with you?"

"Someone is mighty curious tonight," Nina teased. She twirled a coil round her pointer finger, "but, to answer your question, no. Some tried to, but I was always on guard. I had to be, I'm the only black girl here...La Perra Negra. Before my regulars, most of the guys thought because I’m black, a morenita, that's I wanted. It took some threats and me pulling out my switch blade a couple of times, but they got the picture. Sometimes I feel bad for them...they’re so caught up in fucking me as a conquest, and not for their own pleasure. Typical men,"

Dario's brow quirked. "Typical?"

"You know what I mean. Most men when they have sex are either caught up in some ego thing, or only focus on pleasuring themselves they don't bother in pleasuring their partners, especially if the partner is a woman,"

"I suppose you're right,"

"You suppose? Do you feel the opposite?”

"Not entirely. You do have a point…I guess I’m not most men. I like pleasuring my woman,” Dario rasped. His pink tongue swiped at his bottom lip before continuing, “It turns me on to see her lose..composure ‘cause I’m fuckin’ her so good. I dunno it just gets me there. I could never get hard or cum without doing so,”

From the tops of Nina's ears all the way to the bottoms of her manicured toes, she ran hot. Her mind raced with flashes of images of her and Dario in the nastiest of scenarios. If she wasn't sure about being attracted to Dario, this solidified it. Despite her growing need to literally lunge herself at him, she pulled back. She needed to make him sweat.

"I guess there's some room for exceptions," Nina hummed, she readjusted herself, re-crossing her legs, make sure to give him a quick flash of her lacy panties. She secretly thanked her Orishas, when she saw Dario's eyes wander to her thighs.

"I had customer the other day," Nina continued, "Sweet guy, couldn't fuck to save his life, so I suggested get on top. I thought riding him would be better, but it wasn't. So, in a last-ditch effort, I closed my eyes and imagined it someone else..."

"Who did you imagine?"

"...You. I imagined you underneath me, fucking me. I fantasized about those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me. How it would feel to have your hands on me...all the things those hands could do. Like would you pull my hair, or grip my hips so hard that I would have bruises? Or, would you smack my ass while you stroked, deep inside me...even better would you hold my hands behind my back, while you played with my clit? Then, like magic, I came...I don't think I've cum so hard in my life—”

He cut her off with kiss. It was gentle and sweet. As Dario moved his lips, he gingerly swept his tongue against Nina’s lips savoring her taste. He snaked his arms around Nina’s waist, drawing her closer to him. A small whimper escaped Nina as Dario’s hands roamed her body. She felt her body hum with need as he rubbed and squeezed at her flesh. A smarting slap from Dario caused Nina to mewl breaking the kiss.

“Fuck! Dario,” Nina whined. She leaned her forehead against Dario’s. She pulled back to see Dario’s face fully, her heart rattled against her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Mi hermosa mariposa," Dario murmured, hands drifted up and down the sides of Nina's torso. She felt a wetness begin to pool beneath her, the more Dario caressed her.

“I want you,”

Dario smiled softly. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Nina nodded her hands reaching for Dario’s belt buckle, but he stopped her.

“It’s not about me tonight,” he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he carried Nina to bed. Dario dropped her softly down the plush sheets. “It’s all about you,”

Nina could tell from the serious yet lustful glint in his eyes that Dario meant every word he said. She sat up on her elbows watching as Dario’s nimble fingers undid the belt of her robe. He pushed the fabric, revealing nothing but soft curves, rich brown skin and lacy fabric. With his pointer finger, Dario traced Nina's collar bone, dragging it down her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps the further down he went. Nina's breath hitched in her throat as Dario's thumbs rubbed soft circles on the skin above the waistband of her panties.

"I like the way your eyes light up when I touch you, solecita,"

"Please, Dario. Enough games,"

Dario chuckled. He held her hips in place, sinking down to his knees.

"Patience," Dario held his gaze as he inched his head closer to Nina's clothed pussy. The two moaned in unison when Dario licked a stripe at Nina's clothed entrance. He continued on licking, probing, and mouthing her pussy. Moans fell helplessly from Nina's lips as she felt the lacy fabric rub against her clit. Dario relentlessly moved his tongue, spurring Nina on, she felt slick dripping downwards on her thighs.

"More. I need more, baby, please,"

It was like switch went off in Dario. He stopped all movement, as he just stared at Nina. Long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinked.

"Baby...say that again," he murmured.

"Baby," Nina cooed. She sat up, reaching for Dario, she cupped his cheek. He nuzzled her cheek, placing a kiss on her palm.

Then like a flash, Dario ripped Nina's panties a part. He skillfully gathered the torn shreds and flung them away. He dove straight for Nina's pussy. Despite his meticulous nature, when it came to pleasure Dario was sloppy. There was no spot or area left unattended. His tongue alternating between swirling and lapping Nina's clit. Dario's pace was so unrelenting, it sent Nina's body into throws of pleasure. Just when she felt the familiar coil in her belly, Dario pulled back, only to blow cooly onto her drenched pussy.

"B-baby, fuck!" Nina yelped aloud, her hands found themselves back into Dario's hair, as he returned back to her core.

He placed a wet kiss, creating a lewd smacking noise that echoed into the air. Dario dove back in, plunging his expertly skilled tongue into her entrance, fucking her. Nina felt like her entire body was on fire, completely blazed with pleasure as Dario relentlessly fucked her pussy. Her mind swirled feeling the familiar coil in her stomach become tighter and tighter.

"I-I'm gonna cum. Oooh shit," Nina panted. She pulled tighter at Dario's hair. "I'm c-cuming, fuckkkk!"

The coil snapped. Nina shakily thrusted her hips towards Dario's mouth, riding out her orgasm. Dario stayed still softly lapping up her cum, he did keep gentle hand on Nina's waist to steady her.

"Mhmmm, so good to me, baby, s'good," Nina loosen her grip on Dario's tresses, letting her arms fall back onto the bed.

Dario hummed appreciatively before pressing soft kisses on Nina's inner thighs. Her fluttered when she saw the slick sheen of her nectar glistening in Dario's mustache and goatee.

"You like when I'm good to you?" Nina could feel his grip on her thighs get tighter as he spoke. When Nina nodded instead replying, Dario slapped her thigh. "Words, Nina, I wanna hear you,"

"Yes!"

"Good. You gonna be good for me this time?" Nina hissed when two of Dario's fingers found her clit, rubbing taut circles.

"Yessss, I'll be good for you, baby!"

He quickly switched his technique, he plunged his fingers into her wetness. Nina whined at the squelching and lewd noises that her pussy made as Dario stroked in and out of her. Dario bent down and gave Nina searing hot kiss, he wedged his tongue inside of Nina's mouth, allowing her to taste herself.

"Please don't stop,"

"I won't mi amor, I can feel you...you close?"

"So close, baby, please,"

Dario slowed his pace down, giving Nina slower strokes, but drove deeper, and deeper every time. Her walls fluttered around his fingers when they met her oh so sweet spot. Nina's orgasm came swiftly as a fast-moving freight train. Her mind went blank, as she screamed out in pleasure. Nina's legs jerked and spasmed as her nectar flowed out in endless droves. Dario slowly slipped his fingers out, kissing the side of Nina's face as she reveled in the planes of ecstasy.

The two fell back into the bed. Nina snuggled up close to Dario's side, her fingers still tingly, traced the ink of his half-covered up tattoo. She looked out to the balcony. It was raining.

"I think we knew each other in our past lives..." Dario trailed, he kept his eyes towards the ceiling as spoke.

"As what? Enemies?" Nina teased.

"No," He sighed deeply, turning to meet her eyes. His face was open, vulnerable, Nina felt her heart flutter. "We were...something to each other, I know it..."

For the second time this night a quietness fell over them. They stared wordlessly at one another, as the raindrops lightly pelted outside. Nina didn't know what to make of Dario's sudden confession, or revelation. She did know that the way he looked at her in this moment, made her feel all mushy and gooey inside. Nina leaned in capturing Dario's lips into a passionate kiss.

"You know what I know," Nina purred parting from Dario's lips. She straddled him, reaching for his belt buckle, this time Dario didn't stop her. "Reciprocity...Can I have some more, baby?"

"Yes. Mi amor, in every lifetime."

[builderbrotherspizza]

Welcome to Builder Brothers Pizza!

"Alright, uhhhmm. Where do I start. Hi, everyone. My name's Elliot. I'm just a delivery guy. Not much about me to say here, but I really do hope I can make some friends on this app, it seems interesting." - 🍕

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heya! i'm the mod of this account, mike.

this is basically just an ask/roleplay blog. may draw out some things, it depends. (drawing, have quite a bit of motivation!)

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i'm a minor. suggestive asks are fine, but don't go over the top please. (straight up explicit nsfw asks, for an example.)

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sorry if i act awkward/ooc while roleplaying or answering an ask. i haven't done one of these in a while, and i'm pretty used to being. myself.

elliot's text will most likely switch between red and black interchangably. however, this does not mean or change anything, its just me being lazy

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tonetags would be appreciated, i cant really differentiate between serious and joking annd. yeah

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REF POST FOR ELLIOT:

not full body, a little too lazy for that 😞

however, you are free to ask questions about elliot and i will gladly answer!

that's about it! hopefully we can get along :)

[wolvertooth]

au/fix where the sabretooth that gets sent down to the pit and does the sabretooth war stuff is uhmmm just a clone. its the clone plot again. for the 3rd time.

i mean im kinda torn on this since sabretooth 2022 + sabretooth and the exiles did have some good moments. its just the ending and everything that happened after that was. weird. and off.

so maybe before the pit, the clone was doing some Evil clone stuff, but being in the pit triggered some genuine memories for the clone, allowing for it to have a brief period of victors actual self. then, by the end of sabretooth and the exiles, that wore off, and he reverted back to normal Evil clone. that would also give a good reason for the brief moments in sabretooth war that felt ‘real’ being at the same time he was remembering things, his actual self slipping through again. fuck now im feeling kinda bad for this hypothetical sabretooth clone…..

meanwhile, the real sabretooth(inverted) is chilling at home, watching this go down from the outside. cuz like, lets be real, his friends wouldnt just leave him in that reverted state at the end of weapon x 2017. they would absolutely kick some ass in order to get him back to normal. and i bet it was weird for him to hear about the graydon thing too, seeing as hes now got a solid relationship with his own graydon.

oh. and ben percys wolverine is totally a clone too. cuz he just seems so different from the wolverine in infinity watch.

and the real ones are definitely living together.

anyway, extra -> tbh the whole percy run feels like an au to me. mostly due to the way both of their memories are handled, wolverines especially, as shown in x lives / x deaths. its a mashup of a bunch of different wolverine runs, but with the authors own spin on them.

its kinda representative how every new wolverine run is like their own au, each author taking bits and pieces of canon as needed, but also slightly rewriting them to fit their personal take. bit like a game of telephone, plot points getting forgotten over time as new authors dont bring them along, and other authors ideas getting remixed. especially in the earlier days, when runs were way longer, plot points getting abandoned in their own run.

a good example of this comes from return of wolverine and infinity watch, which are both considered ‘canon’, but due to their length are never referenced again. and even though infinity watch is an immediate sequel to return of wolverine, the concept introduced in that run where wolverine has all the different versions and variants of wolverine in his head wasnt ever mentioned.

its like the previous stories set up new plots only for the future ones to drop them. like how weapon x 2017s ending of sabretooth being reverted back to a ‘feral’ state never gets elaborated on later, despite seeming like something that would lead into a new arc.

all different stories, all somehow labeled as canon.

[c-official]

Tierlist part 3: Rust

But first corrections. As some have pointed out i of course should have interpreted C++ as an increment. I will note that i model the system as signed integers putting C at 0 and not chars to make the ordering reflect the ranking. Thus C++ increments C and evaluates to the same putting them both at B tier. This has been corrections. Now Rust. I absolutely love rust so its an easy S tier. The way you structure data with it structs and enums combined with the trait system is just a delight to work with. So... Wait. Uhmmm, it seems that i have reached a problem. Due to previous indiscretions Rust does not trust me anymore and has locked itself away from me. Due to its memory safety there is not really anything i can do so lets just leave it there for now.

Part 2

[saltyr3mix]

ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD: Winnie HCs?

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

Ok- so ok- I'm excited I'm gona go off prompt a bit because he's my second favorite character in the show and it's wonderful.

One thing I'd like to state for the record, in most of my aus he's actually a good guy. Or a good man in a bad situation. There are a few exceptions. Yluid Winnie is definitely not a protagonist and he's probably committed a lot of violence in the hero au- and you know what!

Because my Winnie head cannons change depending on the au I'm just going to talk about all my different versions of him!

To learn from the tragedies: what? He's in that au!? Yes<3. Not until book two but he comes into play. Sara basically has to build this like full out summoning circle and bam! They have Carlos back on their side. But not fully. I haven't decided where he lies in terms of memories yet but I know he's going to be a pain to everyone no matter who's side he's on.

Shattered dreams: SD LORE IN 2024!??! yes. Sd!Winnie is so special to me guys he commits unethical sciences, he falls from the celling, he tears out peoples worst insecurities, he hates him self, he has the largest ego, he's just a guy, he's the biggest threat these guys have ever faced, he'll try to be nice to one set of kids but the second they get out of hand give up trying. He's so- just imperfect. If I were to have finished the fic he would have eventually been swayed over, likely for a silly and dumb reason but ends being a super valuable ally in the final battle and what not.

Swap au: NOT the shuffle au, the skating in silence one. It's never mentioned but in that au Carlos takes the place of alison. I find this to be the funny thing known to man. Imagine, your savior, your light as your dying,the one who's guarding and protecting souls with an incomprehensible power. AND ITS CARLOS NICHOLSON. even funnier if wiatts the main protagonist and nearly died only to have his grandfather next to him like "get up kid! We still have work to do! I didn't raise you to die you idiot! Are you going to save your Twink or not?!!" Idk I find it just- harious I'm sorry -

I will make them create my world: he's uh- he's the Brights royal advisor of War. (Did I do this just so I could make Owen a general......no- shut up- don't look at my other hyper fixation)

Buried masks: ohhhh this one's fun. Uhm. You'll see him around. He's a doctor in this au. Really good friends with Litho, they like go golfing together. Knows the main cast pretty well. Buddies with Eric, teases founder trio and wiatt, gives the kids 15 dollar gift cards on their birthdays and has the best Halloween candy, he always gets full sized candy bars. Uhmmm yep. And he doesn't do anything morally wrong or questionable at all ever. Nope why would you say that about him. Accusing him of horrifically preforming inhumane procedures on kids in order to save his grandson?!? Pfff- what- ha! Never...... Don't ask where the supplies keeps going.

Superhero au: haven't fully developed him yet, he's a retired villain. Rich and has beef with Damien. (Everyone has beef with Damien in this au.) Probably the owner of whatever company Wiatt works for and is sort of in the background that people go to for funding or just to reference past villains. i think his powers had something to do with cameras. haven't entirely decided because it hasn't come up yet.

Steven Universe au: Hesssssssssss participating in evil experiments again. Hes Saras pearl but also just, actually enjoys the messed-up sciences and doing the test and experiments. he likes being her assistant. he likes the power that comes with it. he just helps her with the smaller finer details on her works and so, Acrimony's and Damien have a lot of trauma form in. He probably played a role in some of the triplet's issues as well just from being mean. but overall he's just sort of a threat to get around.

Super-Secret Oc Au/ Mine and Dangers au: So consider chat, Carlos Nicholson and Carly Gale forming a toxic, slightly dependent relationship after a lot of stuff goes down. Did Winnie kill her loved ones and then....not tell the truth about it? yes. Did he also by accident end up providing her comfort and helped her grieve though it? yes. he tried to help her. she just.....kept asking questions in the wrong direction and now their both upset because Winnie was finally able to have someone not hates him and understand that his hand is being forced here. Anyway, Carly stole his house and now lives in the abandoned arcade building and uses Winnie to help get information on how to handle the dreamworld situation. (The only reason Carly isn't Dead is because Vivian is instead) Winnies relationship with Norman in this au is also fantastic and deserves a shout out, i nearly wrote out a one-shot scene from this au about Norman and Morris and angst between them but it ended up spiraling into Norman and Winnie Nonsense and then i didn't want to write the original idea anymore because they were too silly. AND HIM AND DOT. OH BOY I DONT KNOW IF I WANT TO GET INTO THAT RIGHT NOW BECUASE THATS ITS WHOLE THING AND YEAH. I'll let Theater explain that one if you're curious. You'll live until i die, and other canon typical one shots: i try to follow canon for these but i think i make him ever so slightly meaner, but not in a...like evil way? more in a game host or like a dramatic way. he uses more insults than actions. but is also just not able to be taken seriously at points. One of my favorite times ive ever written him is a scene in YLUID between just him and ben and he has one single piece of information he needs, but physically cannot help himself from being as cryptic and threating as possible to the point it nearly completely backfires and the thing hes trying not reveal gets revealed. the best way i can describe this interaction is Winnie rolling three nat ones in a row while trying to have a conversation and its hilarious. Also in that au he does actually get defeated and beat up! he is so pathetic <3

Anyway, i think that's Winnie. that's my guy! i have a key chain of him and a friend....Void, who was the asker of this wonderful comment. Painted him for me that i have hung up in my room because i think he is one of the funniest failures of all time and he has a special place in my heart for that.

[cowboy-robooty]

I personally don't think yaoi is fetish, but if someone who happens to be a (possibly) straight woman prefers that the uke has feminine features and is extremely feminine something is a bit wrong

something is a bit wrong as in their taste? BECAUSE FOR THAT ABSOLUTELY YES. WHO THE FUCK LIKES ULTRA FEM UKE BRUH NEXT UR GUNNA TELL ME YOU THINK MORI CALLIOPES MUSIC IS FIRE. but if you mean morally then uhmmm well i shouldnt be too harsh because i know being 12 is hard, but that still doesn't mean you should be holding rhetoric like this. itll accumulate as bad karma and make you reborn as a moth in the next life if youre unlucky 😨 seriously though im literally feminine ukes biggest hater ok, but i also think that its stupid to start policing what kind of yaoi is and isnt okay for a girl to enjoy. I also think it's inherently bad to be specifying that a straight woman cant like this stuff either. For the record I'm a gay full blooded asian man and it sucks that i have to feel the need to clarify this for people to take what im saying on this subject seriously. I've always been a huge hater of this idea people get that you need to be from the marginalized group in order to be allowed to like fiction about said marginalized group. Because firstly at its core it discourages empathy and trying to understand life through an unfamiliar lens. which is insane bc Isn't that one of the biggest appeal factors to reading stories?!? why does it matter that a straight woman likes this? And I'm talking pure straight woman, not a trans guy in three years from now like just a fujo goddess. Because you think that she's fetishizing gay people? news flash SHES READING GAY PORN. THIS IS PORNOGRAPHY BROTHER, I THINK ITS GOING TO BE FETISHY. even shounen ai will have fetish too ITS A MF ROMANCE BRO. HAVE YOU EVER READ FROM THE STRAIGHT ROMANCE SECTION BEFORE? ALL LOVE INHERENTLY HAS FETISH INVOLVED, BECAUSE FETISH ISN'T INHERENTLY BAD. I hate this idea that fetishes are inherently bad because sex = bad + all this implying people do with how they talk that like "ohhhh im so much better than you because you like weird sex and fetishesand i dont". dont even start tryna call me acephobic or whatever when im literally by definition a bonafide sex repulsed asexual (although I prefer not using that lable). and secondly its total brown sugar when people are like "ohhh but its because if youre from this marginalized group this means you personally understand these struggles in a way someone who isnt from this group never could" Shut Up. I'm not saying that it isnt much more likely that a gay person can relate to and understand gay struggles, but this is a wildly inaccurate simplification of how lots of people have varied lifestyles and ways of growing up. I don't even consider myself really part of the LGBT community because my life experiences are wildly different than what most gay people can relate to. I don't understand gay struggles i've never cared about coming out ive never been worried about being rejected socially for being gay (and i have relatively unsupportive parents mind you) I hate heartstopper i dont like lemon demon and i find myself completely alienated from almost every story i read that has what a vast majority of gay people call a "realistic story" about the gay experience and thats because although that may be many others reality, it's not mine. This isn't saying these experiences are invalid or even shouldnt be considered apart of gay culture, but this is to highlight that no, I dont think i understand gay struggles more than the average straight person, despite being gay myself.

Ive made a giant post before, and maybe even youre sending this as a reply to that post, but i dont like how it feels like gay romance is expected to be more "morally righteous" than straight romance to be accepted. because this implies its something inherently dirty that needs to be morally better in other aspects to be acceptable to enjoy. A lot of straight romance is totally overboard and fucking weird WE ALL MAKE FUN OF TWILIGHT AND 50 SHADES OF GRAY EVERYDAY. but why is it considered only cringey when someone likes that stuff, but if someone also likes trashy ultra fem uke shit like fucking Abyss (cant believe im out here defending this shit oh my gawd) then suddenly they're a morally wrong individual. No. They're also cringey and have shite taste thats it. It doesnt matter what the gender sexuality etc etc of the person enjoying it is. Because im going to clown on a gay guy who thinks paper flower is good just as much as a straight girl who does.

yaoi isnt a fucking game do NOT start muddying my hating with this moralist bullshit. Real haters only keep the real criticism in cuz any sprinkle of b-b-b-b-bullshit makes the rest of it seem like a nothingburger too even though IM COMPLETELY RIGHT IN MY ESSAY ABOUT HOW LIKING VERMILLION PLEASURE NIGHT SHOULD BE MEANS TO SEND YOU TO ARKHAM ASYLUM

[valleygirlmukuroikusaba]

OH since the sdr2 cast in this au aren't HPA grads they're all just like. ordinary people and dont have their canon backstories/abilities

but their personalities r mostly based off what i remember from sdr2 blind playthrough or characterizations over from USC. with some less remembered details given a refresher from talking with friends

originally i was planning on researching sdr2 fanon but i think i came to this fandom too late because the documentation is sooo segregated that im having trouble finding things and i dont got all the time in the world to do a full deep dive

even tho allegedly in the past the fanon was oversaturated so i think its kinda like. just kinda had to be around when it went down and its too bad for me that i was absent?

oh well i guess thats just more room for me to come up with my own narrative to fill in the blanks with.

OK but i DID pay homage to the long lost nation of KomaHina(2020 era bandwagon specifically the ship is still around i think. allegedly) so thats one checkbox ticked off not sure if i did them justice since their status as HPA students mostly moves their relationship(from what i understand from SDR2) and since my au is void of that

the order of stages of hostility are flipped around but i work with what i got. and trying to work their dynamic to fit the larger group dynamic is

kinda interesting since if any duo would make the collective falter it would definitely be hajime/nagito because they have the rockiest relationship and also kind of make it everyone else's problem which uh yeah that already happens in the sdr2 trials HELPPPP

ANYWAYS im gonna drop off like ig a quick reference for myself of like general outfits since i un-whimsyed the sdr2 cast so everyone just has more of a simpler dress code or whatever with some exceptions

(its not scaled to canon heights i forgot to do research uhmmm its just for outfit callback for myself its fineeeeeeee AND MY WRIST HURTS OH SHITTTTT)

OH AND UH i have yet to watch the anime so uhh im not fully caught up

idk maybe the anime characterization is different from sdr2/usc but im gonna try to wrap up this au part b4 moving onto the anime

bc that'd mean id have to process and reorganize everything to make room for the new information and that would make things a lot rockier im good where im at currently dont. want to make this harder on myself

[scentedashes]

I got bored so i made Arlecchino x Columbina!

Sub!Columbina Dom!Arlecchino

(You're Arlecchino)

NSFW, WLW, SPANKING, TYING UP.

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You had a Girlfriend named Columbina, when she sings its relaxing.

One day you guys were snuggling when she suddenly tried to top you, "You know you're too small to top me right? You said teasingly, you kissed her. "Shut up.. You are a very good kisser though.." She wont deny she loves and adores the kisses she gets from you.

"Well aren't you sweet?" As you kissed her cheek. "Although you kind of tried to top me, want to explain?"Columbina fidgets with her hands.

"Uhmmm.. Welll.. don't worry about thattt-" she answered, "You know you cant even top me right?" As you pressed your thumb on her cheeks, rubbing it.

"Now, since you're such a teaser, why don't we get started?" As you grabbed her two hands with just one of your hand. "You have such a petite body.." Columbina blushed from the compliment "Your outfit," You said, "Hm?" Columbina wondered, "Remove it." Shocked, but blushing "O-ok.." As she strips herself, embarrassed looking the other way while doing so, "Ah.. Such a beautiful body darling.."

You pulled out a vibrator and a bunny suit with a bunny tail butt plug, and a choker. "Here wear this, call me your master, got it my bunny?" Holding the items, Columbina, with a surprised expression. "Yes master.." She tried to go the bathroom to change, "And where are you going?" You questioned, "the bathroom to change?" She answered, "No, change infront of me." Embarrassed. "O-ok.."

As she was done dressing the bunny tail was the only one left, "Hm, let me get lube.." You opened your drawer, "There we go! Come here" Patting the spot next to you, "Here.." As she handed the bunny tail over, "There we go" Putting lube on the butt plug, "Lay on your stomach on my lap" Columbina followed your order. "Bad girl." As you spanked her ass, "Mmnn!" Columbina whimpered, you continued to spank her ass until it was red. "P-please.. no more!.. i-im sorry!" She trembled and begged, although you knew she liked it. Without a sign, you shoved the butt plug up her ass.

"MMGPH!-" She moaned, "Your little whimpers are turning me on, fuck.." You stopped spanking after her ass was swollen, "You deserve a punishment." Glaring at Columbina, while she wonders what you'll do with her.

Her eyes all watering, her face blushed up from embarrassment and pleasure. "Now my dear bunny, sit on my lap" Repositioning her, you grab the rope and tied her up making her unable to move. The more she moves, the tighter she gets. "You look like a messy bunny in heat.. Wanting pleasure from their partner." You spanked her ass once again, "Mmn!" You blindfolded her eyes, and ordered her to stand up while you put on a strap, a 7 inch to be exact.

"We need more lube.. Lie down." She lies down onto the bed, you opened her thighs like a book, her pussy was already soaking wet from the spanking. "Not enough lube." So you teased her clit making it more wet, she was very sensitive so it was easy for her to cum. You broke the bunny suit, you inserted 2 fingers inside her without caution.

"Mmghp!" She moaned, you began to thrust fast, "Mmm- nghh..- Agh!- S-slower p-please..- Mmnhh.." Hearing her moans made you even hornier. You couldnt stop now, "i-im close!- mmnnh..!" .. You suddenly stopped before she could cum, "A-arl- I mean master?" Wondering why you stopped.

"When i tell you to cum, you cum. Got it?" Wanting her to follow your orders, "Y-yes master.." You inserted 2 fingers, but instantly she came. "You broke the rule i just told you," You said to her, "I-i couldnt control it!.." She replied, "Bad girl. Lay on your stomach." You demanded, she does your order and you spank her once again. "Mmmn! I-im sorry! P-please!" Her begging to stop, "Count the spanks, if we reach 20 I'll stop. Got it?" Knowing if she begged to stop it wouldnt work. Until she says the safe word when its really too much for her.

"Y-Yes M-master.." you spanked, "One.." you spanked harder again, "mmn! T-two.." This went on until number 20, "N-ngh.. t-twenty nine.." her voice is trembling, you spanked the hardest one yet. "Mmgh! T-thirty!" Her ass is red, she keeps breathing loudly, her eyes with tears. "Good girl. We still aren't done with your punishment." You repositioned her to make her sit on your lap, "face towards me." As you took her blindfold off, her boobs showing "Can my little bunny bounce up and down my strap? Or be a bad girl and not." She was too horny, she rose up positioning the strap, she sucked the tip.

"Ngh.. I-its too big.." It was too big for her to handle, "No its not." You shoved her fully down, making her swallow it all. "Ngh! Mmgh!" She trembled, "Now bounce." She went up and down slowly, "Go faster." Demanding, she went faster. Her boobs bouncing up and down, her eyes swollen from the tears, her toungue was sticky out. It was too much for her, "Good girl.." You knew she was almost about to cum, "You can cum." When she heard those words come out of your mouth, she instantly moaned, releasing. "Mmgh!" She suddenly stopped, "Did i tell you to stop? I dont think i did. Better bounce or you're getting punished."

Glaring at her, she instantly bounced up and down again, her body became weaker. You grabbed her left boob with your left hand, pinching and playing with it. While sucking the right boob, "Mmngh..!" She moaned. You get a hold of the bunny tail and pull it out. "Agh!" She came. You stopped to stare at her, "It looks like my little bunny is enjoying it, although you're still in heat." You layed her down, you grabbed the vibrator and massaged her clit with it off, teasing her clit. "Mmnn.." Her eyes were water, she kept twitching from the teasing. When you suddenly turn it on, "Mmggnh!! MMmgh! Ngh..!" Surprised from the sudden vibration, she quickly came, "My little bunny is all wet for me, so cute.." You bent down, you sucked her clit, and inserting your toungue inside, "mmngh!" She moaned.

You sucked faster, "N-no more! I-im dry! Mmhh..!" Begging to stop. "Say the safe word Bina. You know you say it when you want to stop." Silence.. "I'll take that as a no" Smiling at her messed up face and hair. You continued to eat her out, she came. "Ah.. Would you be a good girl and suck me? Hm?" Waiting for a response "Of course..!" She replied.

You sat on the bed, her, kneeling down. You removed the ropes so she could move better, "Go on.." She puts her hands on your thigh, sucking you. "Agh.." She sucks faster, "Fuck your good.." She inserts her toungue and goes faster, "I-im close.." You shoved her head, almost suffocating her with your thighs as you came.

"G-good girl." She smiled, After that time together, you both were all exhausted. "You're so good Arle.." She said in a tired voice, "You looked very cute." As you kissed her, you guys rested for the night.

THE END

Hoped you guys liked the story!

Tysm for reading<33!!

[x-dot-com]

Haiii people in my phone!!!1!!!1!

Soooo, my name is X or Xavier, either one works and I’m ok with other nicknames!!! I’m 15 years and 4 months old, my b-day is in the spooky month of October! I’m a goofy guy who goes by he/they/Xe/any pronouns but she/her!! This is my first social media account cuz I’ve never really wanted to be online a lot, so please don’t judge my intro thxxx!!! Alsoooo, I’m broke, so no money for me :/ :333

Everyone is welcome unless you’re here to spread hate, this includes anybody who is racist, transphobic, homophobic, or bigoted!

I’m in a handful of fandoms lol, some of them include;

• Minecraft SMP’s

•Realm SMP(Still ongoing, hosted by Tubbo)

•ASMP(Is over, hosted by AimseyTV)

•QSMP(Is over, hosted by Quackity)

•DSMP(is over, I do NOT support the problematic creators on it)

• Webcomics!! The ones I really like are:

I’m the Grim Reaper

Dead But Not Gone

LUMINE

It Strikes a Chord

Paperteeth

Confetti Cookies

High Class Homos

The Moth Prince

1HP Club

Watermelon

School Bus Graveyard

Clinic of Horrors

• GENERATION LOSS!!!!1!1!!1!!!! Also known as Gen Loss!!

The Social Experiments(TSE)

The Founders Cut(or The Lounders Cut, have you seen his signature?? The F looks like an L, like, get better writing man smh 🙄)

The Founders Game(In it is Afterschool Slash, RIP Ben 😭)

ITS MY WHOLE LIFE, AND HAS BEEN FOR THE PAST ALMOST TWO YEARS LOL (AND HAVE YOU SEEN THE FOUNDER?? LIKE SMAAAA-)

• FNAF(I am STILL trying to comprehend the lore like WHAT DO YOU MEAN theres new things????😭)

• Gravity Falls (I fricking love it so much, it reminds me that it’s ok to be myself <3)

• Jurassic Park Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory(What did they do to Ben in Chaos Theory??? He looks like my weed smoking lesbian son 😭 I fr love him tho lol)

I have a whole bunch of interests, including but not limited to; D&D, Magic The Gathering, drawing(or any sort of art), Kandi making, learning French, writing, HIGHLAND COWS(omg I love these animals so so much), choir, band, computer coding, acting, Monster Energy(I’m unhealthily addicted lol), collecting bones, exploring, escape rooms, eyeballs(like, googly eyes or any type of eye thing, no clue why XD), cosplaying, The MissClick Duo(I love doomed gay lovers lol), reading, and a whole lot more!!!1!!!1!!1!!

My music taste and most things about me are alternative, so I might be a little weird/cringy, but I don’t care! I’m just here to have fun! My taste in music is mostly hyperpop, breakcore, and nightcore, but consists of a little bit of a lot of things! My favorite artists are(in no particular order):

• Femtanyl

• FEM&M

•LuLuYam

•Sparkbird

• Lemon Demon

•CG5

• MAILPUP

• BRN1NG BRAIN SOUND INDUSTRIES

• Rabbitology

• Penelope Scott

• Hatsune Miku

• Set It Off

• Mother Mother

• Bo Burnham

• I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

• STOMACH BOOK

I’m also super proud of my little OC’s so ima list them offfff!!!1!1!!!!(main ones are the top 4 :P)

• Xiero(Zie-roh)

• Pomme(Pom)

• Fazer(Fay-zur)

• Diesel Baby(dont ask about him…)

• Saturn and Pluto(Older sister, younger brother)

• Ozera(Oh-zur-a)

• [REDACTED](Just a funky dude)

• Cyder(Guess what they were based off of… cheese)

• Marmalade(She’s uhmmm… I don’t have much on her yet lol)

• Atlas(Xiero and Vix’s youngest brother)

•Vix(Xiero’s younger brother and Atlas’s older sibling)

•Smolzer(I’m a D&D DM but this is my character when I play :D)

Anyways, that’s me for now!!!1!!1!! Have a wonderful day/night!!1!1!!!!Yippieee!!!1!!1!!

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

also hi 👉👈 i would like to hear about the allegory you're working on if i may

This took forever (sorry) but thank @artist-issues for Unlocking the Brainrot yesterday when I have not thought about this idea in like... four months. Also she told me forever and a day ago she wanted to hear it too so here is is my fren I'm tagging you now after all this time asldfjaskdfjah sorry I took forever. Its once again consumed my thoughts and now we're gonna try to figure it out again.

This is going to be very confused ramblings- if it makes any sense to you- GREAT! Tell me what's happening because I have no idea what I'm thinking or where I'm going with half of this. Also it doesn't help I haven't looked at these notes in quite a while and I'm now scratching my head over them, trying to figure out what they mean.

ANYWHOOOOO-

(do you know how hard I had to restrain myself to not put a rick-roll right here aslfjasdfj)

It'll be a fantasy allegory, in a semi-medieval (I think I want futuristic tech to show up at some point but idk) setting. Magic, cool creatures, all the good stuff.

Main Theme: Finding identity in God. You cannot save yourself or fix yourself or be your own hero. You have to place your faith and trust in something higher than yourself and submit to it since you know its better for you than your own way

Side theme: Strong friendships and sibling relationships. Literally,  👏FRIENDSHIP 👏. 90% of the character relationships will be siblings and best friends, and the other 10% will be HEALTHY MARRIED/BETHROTHED COUPLES. Sick of dumb teen romance with no substance, or bad marriages, or where dating is a dream but marrige is awful, so imma fix that.

So Plot: (hahaha.... I'm sorry. all of this is copy-pasted and messy and confusing so uhmmm good luck?)

Long story short: C U L T and getting out of them

True Religion: 

Christianity to a T.

God (Adonai) - Lord, Master

Jesus (Iesous) - He comes as a humble healer to help save and draw people out from the cults. He is the one who is there for MC in her big moment of doubt, and tells her to follow Him. She and other friends that she makes along the way become the loose equivalent of the disciples. He is like a father to her, especially after being betrayed her own father, and He tells her to depart from her family to seek Him, which she does.

Holy Spirit (Sacred Flame)- described as literal flames that ‘glow’ in your soul that urge you to do things and feel close to God and stuff, can be physical symbols that literally are on your body

Cult: 

Came from the True Religion and forced it out of the area totally (or seemingly so) through persecution- the cult is all that everybody in this area knows. 

Bunch of different factions, each worships a different aspect of God, but not all of God. like God of Love, God of Justice, God of Anger, etc. they believe that everyone is predisposed to which aspect of God that they should worship, and are placed into which faction they should be in/serve at. 

which is messed up because God is so complex and big and outside our understanding that we all have to worship all of God, not just a piece of God (which is idolatry and paganism).

Politically complex: the factions are all part of the same cult, but they have huge rivalries and are encouraged to do so by the heads of each faction, while they have a front of unity to sow chaos for the Evil One that it turns out that they are serving in the end.

Secret goal of cult by higher-ups is to remove you so far from your identity you have to submit yourself to their leadership in order to have any purpose

Each faction has a ‘base/monastery’ where the heads of the faction are, and lots of people live (and are controlled!!!) but only the most devout and faithful go there, as well as those who were just assigned to that faction to learn more about their aspect of God for a term before they go back into the world- this is where they get brainwashed. Also, ‘troubled cases’ of people who are starting to doubt/question go here to be extra-brainwashed

‘Good’ aspects of the cult are just as bad, its just shown in different and more devious ways, while ‘worse’ aspects are just more open about it 

Names:

In this world, names are SUPER important. hp/pj idea, names have power

They define who/what you are- the meaning of the names

They describe what you are naturally, but also with having these names, you are more ‘gifted’ at the meaning 

Ex: your name means ‘light’ you quite literally are full of light and bring it wherever you go

At birth, youre given a generic name based on your parents/who you know

Like ‘millerdaughter’ ‘Isa’s-eldest’ ‘Peterson’ etc

Until you ‘come of age’ and have a name ceremony where your ‘true name’ is revealed to you (but in the cult its chosen for you)

Revealed by Holy Spirit

Your name can have positive or negative connotations

Your True Name can change

If you stop seeking after and promoting the qualities of your name, it can be stripped from you

Like in a cermony

Or you just stop having the ability to use it and youre forced to use another

Your false name the cult gives you will never be your true name, but it is possible to ‘give up’ your true name and revert to a bad true name (forsaking your salvation) [SIDENOTE: rereading this rn I think this is very flawed and I need to fix this bc isn't isn't biblically true, however I think I WAS going somewhere good with this?? just the phrasing here is weird??? I need more time]

Or if your true name means ‘mean’ and it truly is your true name, not one that was forced on you, but you change and grow and become better, its not ‘cheerful’ or something

TRUE NAME CEREMONY

Can be planned (right after, see below) or spontaneous (in the moment of, see below)

Has to take place in a moment of or right after a deep and personal connection with Adonai and/or Jesus

A person other than you can tell you your name, once its been revealed to the both of you at once

Someone who has a deep and personal relationship with you (and spiritual authority over you?) Jesus will reveal True Names as well

You can’t name yourself basically. Adonai/Jesus/Sacred Flame reveal your name to you, and other believers have to ratify/witness it

uhhhhh this entire name ceremony idea is confusing to me too sorry

Girl (MC): 

liar, thief, swindler, hustler, con artist- overall bad person. 

Every time she meets someone new she has a different name, personality, and feel to her character. Basically, she is like 20 people in one, and pulls out different parts of herself for different things. 

For each name she had, she felt a glimmer of the power that went with it, but it was never enough to be satisfying, because they were never really hers.

She does not know who she is, even though part of her thinks her identity is being a bad person (maybe being associated with part of this cult?) and she both hates and loves that, because she knows how empty she is and is searching to fill the hole inside of her.

She was in one of the worse factions of this cult- Jealousy maybe

Maybe she interacts with Jesus-like character who pays for her sins and helps her out???

Has sad character moment where someone she loves asks what her name is and she breaks down like, ‘i dont have a name’ cause either she never was given any name, good or bad

Big triumphant character moment is when Jesus names her- when her true name is revealed to her and she grasps it

RANDOM STARTING IDEA:

Story starts with her entrenched in this cult.

Weird stuff starts happening and she’s questioning and noticing stuff

She meets this guy Iesous who’s come to the local village and is healing and helping people, and feels an instant connection with him

Fast forward to her low moment, she feels like she’s lost everything, and is having her meltdown when Iesous comes along and tells her to follow him

She goes ‘You know what, i dont have anything to loose, and everything to gain, i trust you, i’ll follow you’

*deep breathing* confused yet? don't worry me too

Now the part where the Artist-fueled brainrot comes in- (girl idk if I should smack you or hug you for this one asdfjasdkf ack what have you done to me)

Monsters.

Remember how the secret goal of cult by higher-ups is to remove you so far from your identity you have to submit yourself to their leadership in order to have any purpose? Yeah, well...

Being able to shapeshift is considered the ultimate gift, after you’ve been devoted to the cult for years. It signifies that you are so removed from your identity that you can no longer be yourself, you can only be other people/animals, and is reserved for those who are the highest on the cult’s food chain- its a natural process that technically anyone can reach, but you need to be ‘blessed’ by a evil ritual to do it well/right or even be allowed to have it.

Or so they say.

Imma need a character pov of someone who's turned into a monster, and LOVES being one. Totally corrupted. No idea what the monster kind will be, I'll probably make one up given its fantasy and I love worldbuilding, but its gonna be BAD. And I'm not really one to write scary stuff BUT I WILL TRY. So anyway, eventually comes to realize that its not nautral, and that their monster nature is actually corruption and they've been lead astray by this cult partially, but it really and truly is their own fault, because they ENJOY this and its easy for them, and change is HARD and requires WORK and HUMILITY and stuff, but then you know somehow someway I haven't thought of yet the monster gets killed and gets redeemed by God's purity and presto bingo all better yay?

Yeah all of this monster -> good person is just allegory for people in their sin before they find their identity in Christ.

Also it'd be REALLY dope if this was the MC's brother. And then after he's redeemed and back to normal they have to rebuild their relationship again.

THERE IS MORE believe it or not this is just the abbreviated version but uhhh.... yes it's a mess xD hopefully you could understand 1% of this maybe and maybe it was fun to read? I have a lot more thinking and clarification to do ack.

[paralleledharmony]

Uhmmm... Uhmmmmmmm heir of hope... Please... Thank you!!!

HEIR OF HOPE ANALYSIS

an heir of hope is somebody who invites/invites through hope. heirs are the passive class of invitation and change (or manipulate). their journey has them completely embodying their aspect by the end of it. hope is the aspect of faith, positivity, and belief that everything will turn out fine in the end! so, an heir of hope would be able to bring hope to their teammates, a very important role for sure. they would literally embody hope, beaming it through thick and thin. however, with their utmost optimism in life, they also need someone who can ground them. they can tend to be naive and gullible at times, which becomes an issue if they don't have anyone telling them better. their challenge is to keep their faith alive, no matter the challenges that press them. they also need to learn how to develop skepticism in order to protect themselves and others. (having a grasp on both hope & rage)

they'd have a difficult time trying to get used to the world's deceptive nature, and would often have to rely on others at first. so yes, they start off with a lot of hope that they MUST maintain for the good of everybody. sure, it's an exhausting job, but someone has to do it, and it should probably be the heir blessed with the optimism of an angel. they're a bit like the glue of their team, having to work extra hard to make sure everybody believes in themselves, and in the ability of their friends! they're also the glue in the way where everyone works together to protect them from harm at times.

the heir would be crazy powerful in sburb! imagine being able to inspire hope so powerful it could literally change the trajectory of events... basically, as long as the heir genuinely THINKS that everything will turn out fine and dandy, it will come true. this would be a great support role, having to stay on the sidelines and have the active classes fighting with the faith that they can beat their opponent no matter what. after all, the heir inspires and motivates! how they embody hope could manifest in becoming even more godly. example: according to hs proper, angels are a feature of the lands of players with the hope aspect. so... maybe they could be connected with such imagery, becoming a literal angel.

interesting ask! its weird because i had a bunch of thoughts about heir of hope before but when i got to writing this i totally drew a blank T_T so embarrassing.. . . so apologies if this is too short or if im repeating points, i tried my best hihihi..

[catipilar-forehead-lover]

HI hi sexy boy robbert im gonna touch you. once again its me sexy man dahmerintheflesh, uhmmm im gonna write about heavy gay sex now <3.

The sun was hanging low in the sky and jeff was returning home from his second trip to his local corner shop today. In his hand he had a white plastic bag filled with beer cans. Jeff went his usual way home, a little wobilly on his feet as he was a little tipsy when he saw a shadow of a man from the corner of his eye. Jeff didnt pay much mind to the shadowy figure in his peripheral.

Jeff was bored. Very bored, his life felt dull and sad, so he went to the bar to pick up a man or two. There he was the same shadowy man. Jeff decided he needed a little fun in his life and went up to the shadowy man, "Hey i saw you from accross the bar and i thought you looked pretty good.. whats your name?" Jeff asked a little more confident that usual due to his drinking. "Richard. Richard ramirez." He replied looking at jeff from above his sunglasses. "well im jeff.. Also why are you wearing sunglasses were inside?" Jeff said back looking Richard up and down "Can i buy you a drink?". "No thanks... ..Wait actually yes please" "uhm alright.." Jeff then waved over the bartender and ordered a whiskey and coke, sliding it over to richard. Richard inspected the drink closely despite just watching the bartender make the drink.

Okay im just really bored in english class okay and im on the chromebook so uhmm have fun with this

Now buddy WHAT possesed u to write this, and when can i get part 2

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🌠 haiii

ask game

uhmmm 🫤 those guys... yknow... 🫤🫤🫤... those... that you uhm... really like... i was gonna make a bad version of their names but i could only think sam and remy. which is too disturbing so ill name them properly. saias and reinhardt they are mentioned in that order because its the seme and uke dynamic ok. EVERYTHING FIRE EMBLEM AND LIMBUS COMPANY RELATED. mili💔. don quixote limbus company Big on this one btw. warm colors but like the intense kind i dont imagine just any kind of red or any kind of yellow when thinking about you. And i know i have mentioned this one before but you are forever mithra mahoyaku in my mind sorry i didnt choose this

[mizisuahell]

uhmmm who are my non-tpp blorbos that i can yap about... i feel like ive been too oc-pilled lately. ocs and sasha wire... they run my brain...

OH OH HAVE YOU EVER READ UHMMM 17776?? NINE??? AND TEN???? WHAT FOOTBALL LOOKS LIKE IN THE FUTURE????

So so so Nine (they/them iirc??) Ten (she/her) and Juice (he/him) (shoutout to satellite gender??) are all satellites in space that gained sentience. theyre also real look at these

nine, ten, and juice in that order. i hope. microsoft edge images is horrific

so nine gains sentience suddenly and is left all alone and ten reaches out to them and tells nine that shes their younger sister. and juice is tens pal. and they watch over earth where humans have stopped dying. thye dont age they dont die and no new humans are ever born and nobody knows why. and what do they do with this? they play extreme football.

so these three watch them play football while nine comes to terms with all that theyve missed. ten and juice are really fun too.

ten is basically guiding nine thru everything and juice is really funny and also kind of an asshole but i forgive him. satellite sentience and all. and they watch football, they watch people. its so good its just the idea that if humans could have anything we'd settle for comfort and fun. no need to get a job if you dont die. if the population is 100% stagnant then thats that. you dont need doctors or anything.

they DO have futuristic stuff but mostly theyve just settled where they are and its really sweet and cool and its so so so special to me i read it sometime last year and i still think of it often

ANSWERING THIS LIKE TEN YEARS LATER AND ON THE TUMBKR WEBSITE CUZ I COULDNT FIND THE ASK ON THE APP. HI IM HERE.

AND!!! this idea is sosososoos cute 😭 im so used to stories with similar plots of human gaining some sort of immortality everyone turns against the other and there’s an apocalypse but the idea of everyone just playing football is really funny but also so sweet 🥹 urgh I WANNA READ THIS. IF ITS A BOOK OR SOMETHING I WANT IT SOSOSOSOSO BAD.

and head in hands i have lore to go thru with my blorbo… i’ve been going through a greek mythology phase (blame epic the musical) and i’ve been highkey obsessing over circe 💔 a lot of people know her but some don’t so im just gonna give the basics rundown of what she’s most famously known for. basically she’s a goddess but she’s also a witch (not all goddesses are witches and sorcery is different from simply having divine power) who lives on an island i forgot the name of with her nymphs and all the wild animals. whenever sailors wind up on her island she lures them in, pretends to be a normal woman who just wants to help, but after they eat her food they eat her spell and she turns them into pigs. she’s most famous for her role in the odyssey— odysseus and his men end up on her island after escaping poseidon (sea god) and odysseus splits up his crew to scout the island. half of his crew find circe’s home, they get lured in, eat her food, become pigs. odysseus eventually goes looking for his men, and hermes (messenger god) gives him a special plant that will make him immune to circe’s spells. so he goes in, they chat, circe realizes he can’t be turned into a pig or whatever, so they agree that circe will free his men and they won’t hurt her. now there’s a million interpretations on how this encounter happens: in epic the musical, the root hermes gives him also gives him the ability to summon monsters to fight circe, and circe loses, but determined to protect her nymphs, she tries to seduce odysseus so she can just stab him, he refuses (because he’s married his wife is actually a big part of his character lol) and then circe, seeing how kind he is, agrees to free his men and give him advice on how to get home. in actual Greek mythology they sleep together (lmfao) and it’s either as a deal to free his men OR circe casts a spell on him. in almost all interpretations he stays as her lover with his crew on her island for a year. and she has his son after he leaves but that’s a whole other thing.

I ORIGINALLY fell in love with her in epic. problem is she’s actually a minor antagonist turned helper— she has like three songs because she’s not that major of a plot point in the original odyssey. but i loved her so much i read the book circe which is basically her lore, and you find out how she was raised how she ended up on that island why she turns men into pigs and then what happens to her after the odyssey. AND THIS IS WHERE SHIT GETS CRAZy. she’s the first child of the sun god helios and the nymph perse. (not helios’ first child in general, because all greek gods have like 600 kids) and she was hated by her mother because she was considered ugly (by god standards) and her voice was shrill, and her father did not see a future where she married well (cuz perse just wants to live rich lmfao). circe is harassed by her mom, but not as much by her dad because she sticks by his side and doesn’t protest about anything he says. but shit never gets better for her my poor girl because she gets two more siblings pasiphaë and perses who actively go out of their way to make her life miserable. and what sucks about circe’s story (for her not the story in general lol) is whenever she finds someone she loves they ultimately turn on her. she raises her youngest brother aeetes, who ends up not caring about her and thinking her as pathetic (it takes her a really long time to realize this i cry about it for hours) who ditches her for the kingdom their father gifted him. then she meets a mortal fisherman who’s life she saves by turning him into a god (this is the first act of sorcery she does) and then he basically gets an ego and treats her like dogshit. he falls in love with a nymph named scylla who shocker also harasses circe, and then circe uses the same flowers she turned the fisherman into a seagod into to poison her bath, accidentally turning her into a monster who actually kills six of odysseus’ men in the odyssey. later she confesses to her dad that she did both things, he thinks she’s lying, so he burns her and she’s ashamed until aeetes comes back and reveals his sorcery magic and says that circe is a sorcerer or a witch as well, along with perses and pasiphaë. helios goes to talk to zeus on what to do, and everyone gets a slap on the wrist but circe, who they send to an island where she is banished. ultimately this is the best thing that ever happens to her but also the worst.

AND A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENS BUT THE MOST GUTWRENCHING PART OF THE BOOK TO #ME is when she goes to pasiphaë’s kingdom where she rules with one of zeus’s demigod sons to help her give birth. after the whole birth thing, circe storms into pasiphaë’s bedroom accusing her of doing all this to shame her. then pasiphaë basically forces circe to realize her life has been shit as well, but circe can’t accept this because the pasiphaë in her mind is the abuser, not the victim. she turns down pasiphaë’s attempts at reconciling and leaves her kingdom. they never reunite (in the book at least) which makes me so sick… doomed sisters…

AND. you know how i mentioned she has a baby. normally i don’t really read a lot of stories about motherhood but her relationship with her son is so. head in hands. it really says a lot about her because even though this is the same woman who turned all men who came into her home into pigs she still is incredibly empathetic and human, which is a major part of her character. and her self-esteem is so low, as well as her self-regard in general— the second her son is born, she’s thinking about all the things she would do for him— and it’s shit like suffering through eternal pain, etc. and her son puts her through hell (not blaming him for acting like a toddler when he is a toddler but. he’s kinda evil 💀) she thinks that she deserves this kind of child and I SCREAMED CIRCE NO… CIRCE… and she defines her worth as a mom by how much she can sacrifice for him, which is so fawking sad.

and another thing i love with how she’s written in the book is how her empathy is her biggest strength and weakness, and when she comforts someone, she panics so much about seeing them in pain she doesn’t think about what she’s really saying, she just doesn’t want them to be in pain anymore. and it’s so URGSJSJEORJEIEKEKEKKSJSKSSJOEJSHDJJ. yeah. im literally insane about her.