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leighsartworks216 · 4 months ago

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Hand In Hand

dragon!Sylus x blind!oracle!Reader

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I wish I coulda had this out earlier today but some fuckass landlords just had to steal the router on their way out

Warnings: blood, anxiety, self-deprecation, trauma, fear, crying

Word Count: 1,233

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You try not to flinch away again as a cool, wet cloth touches your throat. You know it’s only Jewel, trying to help treat your injuries to the best of his abilities. You know that man is dead. He broke into a dragon’s lair, for Astra knows what reason, and faced the consequences. He can no longer hurt you. But the cloth touches your pulse and you jerk away.

Jewel sighs. In annoyance, surely. He’s trying to help, you just need to sit still and let him. What a handful you must be; a weak little mortal, being tended to by a dragon who shouldn’t have to stoop so low as to deal with you. The sooner you can decipher the prophecy, the sooner you can be out of his way, and the happier he will surely be.

“This necklace looks nice on you,” he says, breaking through your spiraling thoughts. You feel the cloth brush your collarbones, cleaning away the blood from the delicate chains that decorate your neck. You don’t flinch away from it. “You can’t see it, but the colors bring out your eyes.”

Slowly, the cloth trails up from the chain. You flinch again. “So-rry,” you rasp out, wincing.

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s my fault I left you alone. That man should never have gotten as far as he did.”

A weight settles in the air. An uncomfortable, unsettling feeling, as though the spirit of that man sat down beside you.

You reach out toward Jewel. He doesn’t seem to understand for a moment, silent as you hold a hand out near him without touching him. Soon enough, the back of his hand curves into your palm, uncertain. A slight smile touches your lips at the clumsy gesture. You curl your fingers loosely around the sharp, dangerous ridges of his claws, and hold out your other hand to him. He chuffs a quiet laugh, but he repeats himself.

You feel his eyes watching you closely as you turn your hand over, gliding across his gauntlets to reach the cloth he holds. He releases it to you without question, allowing you to take it from him and do as you will with it. What he doesn’t expect is for you to press the back of your hand into his palm now. Nor does he expect you to guide him to your neck when he mimics curling his fingers around yours.

You lightly dab the cloth against your skin and do your best to look up at him imploringly. Slowly, your hand is guided by his. With your hand holding it, you no longer flinch away, assured in the knowledge that you won’t strangle yourself, nor could you while holding the cloth like this. And with his hand in yours, you can be assured he won’t try either.

“You are a clever little oracle, aren’t you?” he muses.

There’s something almost peaceful about it. A syncronization as his hand guides yours, sharp claws made tender as they dip the cloth into a bowl of cold water and squeeze lightly around your fingers to wring it out.

He wipes away the blood from your mouth and your chin before switching hands to clean the other side of your neck more comfortably. You listen to his breathing. You can almost hear his heart if you focus, though not as clearly as when you rested against him. You can’t hear your own heart now; it doesn’t pound in your ears as before. You can’t feel the rise and fall of your chest. Can’t feel the air exhaled from your nose.

“Oracle?”

You can’t feel anything. The world condenses down. You can’t feel your body. Can’t feel your hands. Your legs. Your face. It all hones down into the pulsing ache around your throat. A throbbing pain. Like hands, squeezing and-

He says your name sharply. The cloth is soaking wet when it touches your cheek again, dripping water down your arm, jaw and neck. You shiver, blinking away the darkness that creeped in on your mind. “You’re safe now. He’s dead, you’re alright.”

It brushes over your other cheek. You realize now just why, as hot tears roll over your bottom lid and wash away his cleaning efforts.

Breaths choke up in your throat. You try to swallow them down, but it hurts. You’re safe. You’ve never been safer. And you’re terrified. The townsfolk were kind to you, most of your life. They were nice. They respected you. And you know the whole reason you ran was for the whispers they kept to themselves, plans to sacrifice you to Astra. But you never thought about them actually taking action. It seemed like some far off idea that could never possibly come true. You knew they said they’d hurt you, kill you, but to actually experience it is far different. You cling to Jewel’s hands tightly, tight enough to dig the ridges of them into your skin. Bow your head, heave ugly sounds around silent sobs, painful as they cut up your throat.

He’s frozen for a moment, unmoving. And then he pries his hands free from your hold. Dunks the cloth in the cold water and wraps it around your palms, keeping your hands side by side, open in front of you like a beggar pleading for food. Droplets make cold trails down your arms, dripping into your lap. His hands touch hesitantly at your shoulders. You start to pull away, but your body thinks better of it, lurching forward instead. The rough scales on his chest hit against your cheek. He repositions you to lay on softer, exposed skin. And he holds you there. Silent. Allowing you to release all your emotions.

Time is a blur. By the time you stop crying, the water has dried on your skin. Your throat hurts worse than ever, too painful to manage even a strangled whimper.

He lets out a contemplative hum. “I’m so used to hearing your voice,” he mutters, speaking as though his realization is foreign to even himself. “You’ve made the quiet unbearable.”

You sniffle softly. Even if you could speak, you’re not sure what you’d say. Though, you’ve grown used to hearing his own voice, as well. You’re grateful he hasn’t lost the ability to speak.

He slowly pries you off of him. Claws remove the cloth from your hands and drop it into the bowl of water. The sound of soft fabric rustling catches your ears. The cut-off end of a bandage is set in one of your hands, and the rest of it is set in the other. His hands move under yours, holding on, ready to guide you once more. “Just this,” he says, “and then you can get to decorating your room, hm?”

You look up at him quizzically as you work in awkward tandem to wrap your neck. He chuffs another laugh. “Did you forget why I left in the first place, oracle? I grabbed as much for your hoard as I could. It should be enough to get you started, at least.” He tucks the loose end to keep it secure and helps you stand from the side of the natural spring hidden away in the tunnels of his lair. “Come on. Then you can rest.”

You hesitate slightly.

“Don’t worry.” He holds your hand, lightly tugging you along. “I won’t leave this time.”

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thevanillerose · 1 month ago

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PEARL | YANDERE!MERMAN!RAFAYEL x READER | LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

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Water…nothing but water…

You couldn’t tell where it ended. Deeper…and deeper…

When your eyes opened, they struggled to focus. Everything shimmered. The ceiling above you was a luminous spiral, like the inside of a conch shell, glowing faintly. Iridescent blue one moment, violet the next.

The light in the room had no source. It was just…there. Soft and ocean-colored. As if the sun were a memory, and this was its echo refracted through leagues of water.

You were lying on something remarkably soft. A bed made of overlapping coral petals and sea-silk sheets, easily the finest mattress you’d ever laid upon. It was like resting inside an anemone—pillowy, cradling.

The scent in this room was heady: salt, crushed pearls, the faint sweetness of something.

Sitting up, you curled your legs closer to yourself. What most land-folks didn’t understand was that the tail was never a permanent fixture. In fact, you preferred only to transform into that more stereotypical oceanic form when you were trying to swim somewhere fast.

There were lots of things that the people up there didn’t understand though. That was something you had truly come to realize the more time you had spent living there. Linkon City…it was a strange place.

Yet you’d liked it well enough. More specifically, you’d liked the people. You felt they were kind…you had begun to feel like you belonged. That was why you had initially written that letter to Rafayel, had a dolphin carry it in a bottle back down to Lemuria. A letter telling him you wanted to stay a little longer.

So…why then…did it seem now that you weren’t on land at all?

Your eyes moved again to the ornate walls, the coral structure. You didn’t recognize this room. It seemed part of a palace.

The sheets shifted beneath you as you stood up slowly, bare feet touching a floor of smoothed shell and woven kelp. Gravity was strange here, and the water was thin enough to walk through. Still, even if you were from the ocean yourself, it took some adjusting. You’d been away for a while.

Now…back in Lemuria.

An eerie feeling settled in you. You couldn’t recall how you’d gotten here. You didn’t know why. It felt like you’d knocked your head on a reef or something.

And then, like a current brushing along your back, you heard him.

“You’re awake.”

You turned immediately. He stood in the threshold, tall and radiant and devastatingly beautiful. As he had always been.

Rafayel.

His long, flowing hair trailed over his shoulders, sea-silk robes clinging to his lean frame in translucent layers. Gold chains glittered along his collarbones. His markings glowed faintly with magic. And in his hand, he held something wrapped in shimmering cloth—a gift.

But it was his expression that gave you pause. That familiar, boyish, cocky smile was there, but underneath it…there was something hungry. Relieved. Unwell.

“You’ve been asleep for days,” he said, stepping into the room as if crossing a sacred threshold. “I was beginning to think you were trying to stay up there forever.”

You blinked, heart starting to race.

“Rafayel…” your voice rasped, dry. “Why…why am I here?”

He didn’t answer at first. He simply crossed to you, reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek.

“Because,” he murmured, “I missed you.”

He tucked the gift under one arm and slipped a hand around your waist, guiding you gently back toward the bed, but you resisted, pulling slightly away. He noticed.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly. Not painful—but firm. Final.

“I missed you so much, it hurt.” “You said you’d come back soon, remember?” “And then your letter arrived. A little longer. That’s what you said.”

You lowered your eyes. “I was happy. On land…I…I was content. I—I made friends—”

“Humans,” he spat, so softly it almost didn’t sound like anger. But it was. Beneath the lilt of his voice, something cracked. “They may act like they have accepted you. Like they know you. But they don’t know. Not really. Not like I do.”

He let go of your waist and paced a few slow steps, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to stretch something ancient inside his skin.

“I watched,” he continued. “I waited. Every day. I could feel the tide weakening between us. You laughed with them. Danced with them. You even stopped swimming when the moons were high. You stopped singing.”

Your throat closed.

“And I told myself,” Rafayel said, turning back toward you, voice trembling now, “I told myself—if she wants to stay longer, it’s fine. I’ll wait. I’ll be patient.”

He approached again. This time, he took your hands.

“But every day you stayed…it felt like I was drowning without you.”

His voice broke on the word drowning. It sounded like a confession. Like an obsession.

You tried to speak, but he reached into the shimmering cloth he’d brought and pulled out what looked like…a scale. Large. Pale blue, tinged with violet and silver.

He lifted it to your chest, laying it gently against your heart.

“This is mine,” he whispered. “I tore it from my own tail. So you wouldn’t forget me.”

You stared at it, and your skin. The place where he pressed it burned. Not with fire, but with the ache of returning to something you thought you’d left behind.

“You’re not going back,” Rafayel whispered, lifting your hand to kiss the center of your palm. “Not again.”

He looked up at you with those unearthly, glowing eyes. There was no malice in them. No cruelty.

Only need.

“They don’t deserve you up there. They never did.” “But I do. I always did.”

The doors behind him began to seal. Gently, without sound. Blue sigils locking one by one in a cascade of light.

“You’re home now,” Rafayel said, brushing his lips along the inside of your wrist.

“My pearl. My bride. Stay with me.”

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dramadramallama · 3 months ago

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Final thoughts and trying to organize my feelings around Heesu In Class 2.

It truly felt like a "regular," quality kdrama, except for one thing. One very important thing: two of the main characters are gay, and endgame. Like, I don't think we realize how unthinkable a (mainstream) Korean show like this was, just two or three years ago.

It might not be 100% faithful to the source material but it is 100% faithful to the story it sets out to tell. It had a clear direction from the start, hit the mark several times, and never lost sight of that finish line: @lurkingshan and @twig-tea put it very succinctly and pertinently when they said the drama had, respectively, "a legible narrative" and was "carefully calibrated."

On top of that, it has a great re-watch value with a lot of blink and you'll-miss-it details, and beautiful direction. A lot of care went into how the scenes are set up and shot and it shows.

I completely understand that some people might prefer a drama with a different, more "targeted" focus (i.e literally everything converging towards Hee-su narratively) but that doesn't mean anything else is automatically wrong/bad. I feel like you can find that elsewhere so easily; it's just not that kind of story. I also think it's such a restrictive way of looking at things... Gay romance does not need to be locked in the confines of your average BL. I don't want to watch the same arbitrary BL tropes being applied like it's the law. How boring. We finally have a high budget, high quality Korean drama with—I cannot stress this enough—A GAY TITLE CHARACTER that gets the same treatment a straight coming of age romance kdrama would... and I, for one, am delighted in, and celebrate the creative liberties they took. It was a risk, but it paid off.

It only feels like other characters take "too much space/time" away from Seung-won and Hee-su than they actually do because 1. the show has a longer runtime, and more episodes and 2. the show does not follow the "classic" boys love formula. Hee-su does not exist in a bubble where everything that happens happens only TO HIM. However what happens around him definitely serves to highlight his struggles, his fears, or his emotions in general. I'd go even further and say that not everything happening in relation to Hee-su has to be about Seung-won... Characters can exist outside of their love interests. It's one of the reasons the drama felt so well-rounded to me.

Hee-su is the hero of this drama, but the show does a wonderful job of reminding us the other characters are not NPCs, not puppets, not props. And they also are orbiting around their own centers, and that does not diminish Heesu's character or his relationship with Seung-won. In fact, the drama makes a point of underlining how extraordinary it is that they (tiny specks of stardust) could find each other (in the vastness of the universe).

I love metaphors and the cosmic theme threaded through the episodes was just the cherry on top. I don't want to focus too much on the criticism I've read for the show but I will admit that most of what seemed to rub people the wrong way is actually what made it special to me.

Yes, we get more perspective from different points of view, and we get to see the other characters struggle and grow up too, but the drama never loses sight of, or erase Hee-su. It's more like the narrative sometimes switches to a broader lens, and we have access to a wider spectrum of colors. Everything (Hee-su included) gets to feel more three dimensional. When ep1 and 2 aired, I said the show felt "full" but maybe a better way to put it would be that it's not flat.

I can argue about it ad nauseam, but the matter of the fact is Hee-su is The Main Character, and he's GAY, very GAY, and it's his story and his struggles being told. The actors did a wonderful job and made me feel so much. And it ends well!

It was lovely.

#heesu in class 2 #kdrama commentary #also when do i get the ost on spotify like im losing my patience here #i have more thoughts but i'm trying to stay positive lol #korean bl #kdrama

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hbheavensent · 4 months ago

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Asmodeus/Fizz

Teehee my blue boy and my second favorite clown :33 My thoughts/reasons for changes below the cut!

I'll start with Ozzie first because I don't even really mind his original design, I just dislike his head looking bug-like and sorta awkward. I DID love his drag fashion style so I wanted to keep most of that. I also wanted to limit his colors a bit to give his look a touch more focus.

In regards to his outfit I wanted to play into a bondage sort of aesthetic with the ribbons. I imagine they shoot out to grab people while also constraining him, adding in some body horror to the whole thing. I was also thinking that he is affectively blind which is apart of his punishment after falling from grace for trying to consort with Raphael repeatedly. He is the fifth to fall just after Mammon does. Something I also want to change is how Succubi come about, rather than being made by Ozzie like how Satan made the Imps, Succubi are a product of his ring and humans becoming more and more lustful. They spawn in at first as opposed to being made and are unable to carry children but can breed with others as long as they carry the child. No "Pure Succubi" has blood related parents. Succubi I also think have a slightly longer lifespan of an average 150 years vs an Imp's 80 years, though they show no signs of aging until they die. Other than that, Lust is really similar to the show.

Ozzie in my version has the best intentions most of the time, his sin is the weakest because it impacts his and others day to day lives the least arguably. Ozzie at his worst is committing adultery and cheating but if he has a partner who is FINE with him being like that? It's no big deal. Not to mention a lot of people in Hell are sex positive, rarely is anyone clutching their pearls about these things. This sort of laxness is what gives Ozzie a skewed perception on the other Sins, sure he understands compulsions because he has them just as strongly but it's not actively ruining his quality of life like it would for Mammon or Belphegor. In this way it's caused a lot of friction between him and the other sins with the exception of Beelzebub, who they only hang out once in a blue moon since she's always busy. Ozzie is also one of the sins who very heavily interacts with the "lower class" of demons, seen as approachable but not in the same way Bee is. He for sure floats above things a bit but he's known to have relationships with just about anyone, often coming back home to just one person. This is where we get into his relationship to Fizz. They're not toxic by any means, Ozzie and him communicate well all things considered. Naturally they did meet through Mammon requesting the sex bots, because frankly Mammon does NOT want to handle any of that and knows Ozzie would.

Through multiple meetings and measurements Fizz/Ozzie started having flings which turned into a more stable relationship. Fizz doesn't mind that Ozzie messes with other people and the power dynamic between them rarely comes into play in their personal lives. Rather, the reason Fizz and Ozzie avoid public stuff is due to Fizz being uncomfortable with other people's observations about them. To Ozzie this is something he's experienced thousands of times. That's the thing though isn't it? Ozzie has had this kind of relationship with a mortal creature over and over again. He's a wonderful partner, supportive and kind- but in 60-80 years when Fizz gets old and dies? How long will it take for Ozzie to forget him? To forget the moments they had?

He's forgotten others, so.. what makes Fizz different?

He's not.

That's where their main conflict comes from, Fizz already feels insignificant unless he's performing and getting that external validation. So much of Fizz is wanting a legacy, wanting people to know him and look up to him. Fizz, at his core, is insecure unless he's in the limelight and peacocking or acting. To know that he is a blip in eons of time to Ozzie and someday that he won't matter to the person he loves most? That sucks. I want his arc to focus on that though admittedly I have some more writing to do there. For Fizz's new outfit I really just wanted to have him.. perform in his bosses colors. Because why would be represent Ozzie on Mammon's stage??? EVER??? Not that he can't have his cannon look/outfits since I borderline changed nothing and I like his design a lot :P

Anyway, here's the lineup as per usual! I'll be adding my four Angel OCs before moving to the Hazbin Hotel side of things :)

#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva redesign #hbheavensentdesigns #helluva boss ozzie #fizzarolli #fizz helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss art #art #I'm so excited to talk about Mammon guys. I like. Cannot contain myself about it... my green machine...

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cardo-de-comer · 5 months ago

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Currently in game dev as a student and I’ve been looking over your art and concepts for a little bit now—I’m FLOORED. I haven’t checked on your art in a while and had forgotten just how much it inspires me.

Your style holds so much identity, and your skill bleeds through every brushstroke! The way you do silhouettes, the insanely unique and beautiful choice of colors, the ferocity in some of the expressions, the quality of your brushwork, again the USE OF SILHOUETTE AND FORM OH MY GOODNESS!!!

You have SUCH a striking visual style and the way you incorporate similar themes to tie character designs together in your world is incredible! I was able to pick out what I believed to be symbolism and understand it a few seconds after asking the question (it may have been explained in the text and I missed it, but the fact that I was able to draw a conclusion that quickly says a lot about your skills as a designer and artist!).

Please forgive me if this has been asked before by the way, but what program do you use? I have a number of them and am trying to work out how you managed to get the line quality that you do on the brushstrokes (they’re like. Creamy looking??? Does that make sense? They blend together very nicely but don’t blend so much that it muddies the contrasting colors you put on top.)

Anyways as I was reading the game idea you have, I was actively trying to envision how it would look and was immediately feeling a 3D-2D mixed style, especially since your artwork has a very clear visual identity that would benefit from being the focus rather than something like plain or simplistic 3D models.

And then I immediately stumbled onto the low poly model you made and fell in love. I had already thought a Disco-Elysium inspired + low poly (less development time, plus requires less budget for an indie project) would look amazing especially considering how your brushwork means that high-poly models might not benefit nearly as much from it. And I think it might be the right call to continue with that!

What perspective (2D/platformer, 2D platformer with depth [Ex. “Paper Mario”] top down, isometric, 3rd person, 1st person, etc.) do you envision when you think of your game idea?

Personally I feel like it’d work as a 3rd person perspective 3D game, but using extremely low poly buildings and set pieces that let the textures do the work. But keeping in mind that if every character is 3D and rigged, it can and will still take monumentally more time to make.

I could also see it going the direction of having flat 2D characters in a 3D environment (Like “Smile For Me”) which would take less development time and save more energy to focus on good gameplay.

I’d love to hear more about your ideas, and think that you should definitely give more thought to making that game a reality!

Just as a word of advice though, start small. ;^^ Don’t begin with your dream project, make some goofy little games first to get your feet in the water, then dive in once you have that experience. And don’t get too wrapped up in it either, take breaks and divert from the project every so often to regather your creative energy. Like doing game jams for example!

first of all thank you for such a LONG text oh my god T_T I cannot express in words how much this means to me and even if I knew English well, I still wouldn't be able to tell you... I use drawpile a lot for sketches and light stuff like doodles! And Photoshop for more complicated works and render. If you need brushes I have them in this post on my side acc. As for ynstbh, well... Here goes the rambling haha. I was thinking about it being either 2d platfomer /LISA was my main inspiration at the start/ or isometric 3D thing. Isometric still wins in my head because it gives some space for movement in different planes, if that makes sense, my favorite example of it being player is walking through the City and at some point you see a tower on a foreground plane just getting up and running off the screen to ambush you later haha (yes, the City is like that. nothing unusual here). When this game idea first appeared in my head, I also wanted it to have some kind of frame, medieval-inspired, around the gameplay, that would change drawings depending on the location. But now I think that's gonna be too much visual noise. And I would love to make cutscenes because I like my 3d models and I like to animate stuff, although it would take an abysmal about of time to make backgrounds.. Also ynstbh would probably have a lot of dialogues, since I really love to show characters through their interactions with each other. Notably the Devil, who loves to break the 4th wall and look right at the player in his portraits.

Either way yeah, I know about starting small. Right now I only have experience in drawing, 3d, just a little bit of code (I think I forgot everything actually lol) and I'm just really good at googling problems. I hope somewhere in the future I will have enough energy to start. My lore and characters became really important and dear to me so I really hope to make sth with them. :) If game doesn't work out, I'm thinking to give an animated short a chance, I need to put this world somewhere or I'll probably go insane. Once again thank you and good luck with your studies! thanks for letting me ramble about ynstbh haha <3

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wizardandpirate · 6 months ago

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Info for my Lil' Doey AU

I don't know how much I'll do for this, I honestly wasn't planning on continuing it initially, but I want to now:] I've got at least one more art piece in the works^^

Could anyone tell me what color each kid is? Q-Q I've seen so many people putting Jack as yellow, but I could've sworn he was wearing an orange shirt when he fell in. Until I figure it out in the future I'll make Jack yellow and Matthew orange.

What is this AU?

How they meet

The lil' Doey/Small Doey AU is one where, with every bit of denial I could put into it, Doey is still alive. Instead of dying, he split into the 3 children used to make him. This leads to the player finding and trying to take care of them all while looking for a way out.

Technically 2 versions of this AU, or rather two separates arcs of it I focus on separately. One where they're surviving in the factory, and another where they escaped and Kissy and the Lil' Doey's all live with the player afterwards.

The player will have hid from Huggy for about a week I think? Which is a long time, but my excuse is the prototype enjoys the hunt too much and Poppy managed to evade him for long enough that the player wasn't a main focus.

Jack will have been secretly sneaking the player food and such, too afraid to get close.

The player would meet Matthew after being rescued by him from Huggy. He would kind of apologize, telling them they could punish him for what happened if needed, but that the other 2 don't deserve to be out there alone.

They'd meet Jack after putting the clues together he'd been leaving the food around. The poor thing would be incredibly scared, but calm down a lot upon seeing Matthew.

Kissy would find them after a bit of exploring and looking for Kevin, because how could she not be part of this family? Still needs a lot of medical attention, but would be very relieved to see you and not be alone.

Kevin would be found in a very damaged looking room, where it looks like he'd been throwing stuff around in an angry/scared tantrum. Wouldn't want to go with the player, and insist you should want to kill him.

Additional lore/ideas

Matthew would have a hard time accepting the player as a guardian figure, not understanding how to be taken care of rather than take care of. He'd have a hard time being reminded he's still a kid, that he's enough, and did his best.

Jack would be struck with the realization of what he did to his parents. Without the memories of the other two kind of mudding up what happened, he'd fully understand, having a hard time not hating himself for it.

Kevin would try so hard to hate the player and struggle so much with being cared for, appreciated, and not lied to. He would help you if it came down to it, but wouldn't want to admit he's almost comfortable.

Kissy wouldn't really know what to do, because without Poppy, trust would be hard. But I think she'd like feeling part of a family again, and not being relied on so much like she was by Poppy.

I don't know if it's canon but I hc the toys have little to no memories of who they were before, and barely understand who they are now, so the player would probably have to tell them what they know about their lives before:(

As for if they'd make it out or not... uhh, you can decide!:) I'd really only focus on their story while still trying to escape, maybe doodle a concept or two on if they'd made it out as a family. But as for now I've got no idea on if they would or not.

I've since started more focusing on the idea of them escaping. I find it an easier setting to work with. Will still post ideas of them still in the factory from time to time, but I do enjoy their family dynamic after getting out.

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mybelovedwoo · 11 months ago

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sound of love pt.2

hongjoong x f!reader

fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, work rivalry/ wc: 2.9k

warnings: arguments, kissing

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"Your sister?" Hongjoong repeated, his mind struggling to process the information.

The room fell into an awkward silence, the tension palpable. Maddox stood there, his fists clenched, glaring at Hongjoong. Y/n shifted uncomfortably, caught between her brother and the man she was just kissing.

"Yes," Maddox said, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Y/n is my half-sister. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't mess around with her."

Hongjoong's eyes flicked back to Y/n, who looked at him with a mixture of worry and apology. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I... I didn't know," he finally said, his voice softer.

Y/n stepped forward, placing a hand on Maddox's arm. "Maddox, please, it's not what you think. We were just—"

"Just what?" Maddox interrupted, his eyes never leaving Hongjoong's. "This place is important to all of us, and I don't want personal issues to interfere with our work."

Y/n sighed, trying to keep her voice calm. "I promise, Maddox. This won't affect our work."

Maddox exhaled slowly, his expression softening slightly as he looked at his sister. "Fine. But remember, Y/n, I'm watching out for you."

Hongjoong, his mind still reeling from the revelation, took a step forward. "This won't happen again," he said firmly, looking directly at Maddox. "I respect Y/n and our work here. I won't let anything jeopardize that."

Maddox gave a curt nod, seemingly satisfied with Hongjoong's response, and left the room, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. Y/n and Hongjoong stood in the silence, the weight of the moment hanging heavily between them.

In the days that followed, Hongjoong made a conscious effort to stay away from Y/n. The complications of their situation were too much for him to handle. He was mad that the truth had been hidden from him and the others, and he was mad that he liked her very much.

Every morning, Hongjoong arrived at the studio early, hoping to avoid any interaction with Y/n. He buried himself in his work, headphones clamped over his ears, eyes glued to his computer screen. When she entered the room, he barely acknowledged her presence, offering only curt nods and monosyllabic responses.

Y/n, noticing his cold demeanor, tried to reach out to him several times. She approached him during breaks, hoping to have a private conversation. "Hongjoong, can we talk?" she would ask, her voice tinged with concern.

He would look up briefly, his expression blank. "I'm busy," he would reply, turning his attention back to his work.

The distance he put between them was palpable. In team meetings, he avoided sitting next to her, choosing seats at the opposite end of the table. During brainstorming sessions, he directed his ideas to others, rarely making eye contact with Y/n.

Their once lively collaboration had become a series of stilted, professional exchanges. The creative energy that had flowed so naturally between them now felt strained and mechanical. The rest of the team noticed the shift, their curious glances and hushed whispers only adding to the tension.

Y/n, frustrated and hurt by Hongjoong's behavior, found herself constantly on edge. She didn't understand why he was pushing her away, and the more she tried to bridge the gap, the more he seemed to retreat.

One afternoon, she cornered him in the break room, her patience worn thin. "Hongjoong, we need to talk," she said firmly, blocking his way.

He sighed, avoiding her gaze. "There's nothing to talk about, Y/n. Let's just focus on our work."

"Don't give me that," Y/n snapped, frustration coloring her voice. "You can't keep shutting me out. What's really going on?"

Hongjoong's eyes flashed with anger. "You know exactly what's going on. This whole situation is a mess, and I don't know how to deal with it."

"At least let me explain the situation," Y/n pleaded, her voice softer now.

But Hongjoong shook his head, his expression hardening. "No, Y/n. I don't want to hear it. Just leave it alone."

Y/n's shoulders sagged with defeat as she watched him walk away, the distance between them growing wider with each passing day.

As fate would have it, the team had a scheduled work trip to a cabin retreat for brainstorming and team-building exercises. The idea was to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and focus on their creative processes in a peaceful environment. The entire group was excited, but the tension between Y/n and Hongjoong cast a shadow over the trip.

They arrived at the cabin in the early afternoon. As everyone unpacked and settled in, Y/n and Hongjoong tried to keep their distance. Their interactions were limited to polite, strained exchanges, and the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

While everyone was busy unpacking the car, Y/n approached Hongjoong, determined to break the ice. "Hey, do you need any help with the luggage?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Hongjoong, struggling to lift a heavy music device, glanced at her briefly. "No, I can handle it," he replied curtly.

Y/n watched as he continued to struggle, the device clearly too heavy for him to manage alone. Before she could insist on helping, Hongjoong lost his grip and the device fell to the ground with a loud thud, causing him to stumble and fall with it.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked, rushing to his side to help him up.

But Hongjoong, his frustration boiling over, snapped at her. "I said I didn't need your help!" he shouted, brushing her off.

Y/n stepped back, hurt by his harsh words. Hongjoong stood up, wincing as he put weight on his hurt foot. Without another word, he limped inside, leaving Y/n standing outside alone.

Later that afternoon, the group gathered in the main living area of the cabin, the atmosphere a blend of camaraderie and creative energy. They settled into their respective corners with their instruments and equipment, ready to work on the music for the album. Drinks were poured, laughter echoed, and the cabin buzzed with the vibrant chaos of collaboration.

Y/n, seeking a bit of solace amidst the lively chaos, found a quiet corner with her piano. She gently pressed the keys, letting soft, soothing melodies flow through the room. Hongjoong, who was strumming his guitar nearby, glanced at her every now and then, unable to completely ignore her presence.

As the hours passed and the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow through the cabin windows, Y/n's playing grew more introspective. She began to hum, her voice blending seamlessly with the piano. The melodies were hauntingly beautiful, filled with emotion that tugged at the heartstrings of anyone who listened.

Hongjoong watched her from across the room, his curiosity piqued. He couldn't hear the words she was humming, but he could see the shift in her expression—eyes closing, brows furrowing, lips quivering. The music took on a melancholic tone, and Hongjoong's chest tightened with an inexplicable ache.

Suddenly, Y/n's playing stopped. She stood up abruptly, her face a picture of suppressed pain, and hurriedly left the room, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Hongjoong's heart sank as he watched her retreat up the stairs, disappearing into her room.

The room fell into an awkward silence, the previous joviality replaced with a sense of concern. Maddox, noticing his sister's sudden departure, frowned and glanced at Hongjoong, who looked away, guilt and confusion etched on his face.

"Should we check on her?" one of their colleagues asked, breaking the silence.

Maddox shook his head gently. "No, she just needs some time. Let's give her some space."

But Hongjoong couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something. He stood up, setting his guitar aside, and without a word, followed Y/n up the stairs. The hallway outside her room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint echo of her soft sobs.

He knocked gently on her door. "Y/n? Can we talk?"

There was a long pause before she replied, her voice shaky. "Go away, Hongjoong. I don't want to talk right now."

"Please, Y/n," he pleaded, his hand resting on the door frame. "I... I want to understand. Let me in."

The door creaked open slightly, and Y/n stood there, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked at him with a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "Now you want to talk?"

Hongjoong took a deep breath, his expression earnest. "Yes, now I want to talk. I know I've been distant and cold, but I care about you, Y/n. Seeing you like this... it hurts."

She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "So why did you keep pushing me away? Why now, Hongjoong?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because I didn't know how to deal with my feelings. Everything became so complicated, and I was scared. But I don't want to keep hurting you."

Y/n looked down, her shoulders trembling. "It's been so hard, Hongjoong. I thought we had something special, but then you just... shut me out."

He reached out, gently lifting her chin so she would look at him. "We do have something special. And I don't want to lose that. Can you tell me what happened? I want to hear your reasoning."

Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. "Alright. Maddox and I are half-siblings. We share the same mother but have different fathers." She paused, then continued, "We agreed not to tell anyone about our relationship. We didn't want anyone to think that I got the job because he is my brother. I wanted to show my abilities, what I'm capable of. I wanted to be respected for my work."

Hongjoong nodded, his expression softening as he listened. "That makes sense. But why didn't you tell me once we got close?"

"Because," she continued, "I didn't want you to think less of me or to think I was hiding something important. And by the time I realized how much I liked you, it felt like it was too late to explain. I was scared you'd be mad, and it turns out I was right."

Hongjoong sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I understand now. It just hurt to think that you were keeping such a big part of your life from me. I felt like I couldn't trust you."

Y/n nodded, her eyes glistening with fresh tears. "I get that. I really do. But I never meant to hurt you, Hongjoong. I was just trying to protect my relationship with Maddox and keep things professional."

He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I was just overwhelmed and didn't know how to handle everything. But I want to try again, Y/n. Can we?"

A small smile broke through her tears, and she nodded. "Yes, Hongjoong. We can try again."

Y/n pulled him into her room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the space. Hongjoong's eyes widened in surprise as she closed the door behind them. She stood in front of him, looking down, her demeanor suddenly shy and uncertain. "Now can we talk bout that kiss that happened between us?"

Hongjoong took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "Okay, let's talk about it."

She looked up, meeting his eyes. "That kiss... it was unexpected, but it meant something to me. Did it mean anything to you, or was it just in the heat of the moment?"

Hongjoong stepped closer, his gaze sincere. "It meant a lot to me, Y/n. I didn't plan it, but I don't regret it. It made me realize just how much I care about you."

She blushed, her heart swelling with hope. "I care about you too, Hongjoong. I was scared that my feelings were one-sided, and that maybe you kissed me out of anger or frustration."

He shook his head, gently taking her hands in his. "No, it wasn't out of anger or frustration. It was because I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer. I've been pushing you away because I was scared, but I don't want to do that anymore."

Hongjoong stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. He reached up and gently stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. The tenderness in his touch made her heart flutter.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in the moment.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent as their emotions spilled over. Hongjoong's hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further. Y/n responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.

They stumbled slightly, their movements uncoordinated but filled with a desperate need to be closer. Hongjoong's legs bumped against the edge of the bed, and they tumbled onto the mattress, their lips never breaking contact.

Y/n found herself lying beneath Hongjoong, his body pressing down against hers in a way that sent a thrill through her. She arched her back slightly, her hands roaming over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the strength and warmth of him.

Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Y/n..."

She smiled up at him, her own breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "Hongjoong, I..."

He silenced her with another kiss, this one even more fervent than the last. His hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves and lines that he had only dared to imagine before. She responded eagerly, her own hands caressing and pulling him closer.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they lost themselves in each other. The kiss became a conduit for all the emotions they had been holding back—fear, desire, hope, and love—all mingling together in a heady, intoxicating blend.

Eventually, they pulled back, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. Y/n's eyes were bright with unshed tears, but this time, they were tears of happiness.

They lay in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. The warmth and comfort they found in each other felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

Hongjoong gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face and asked, "What was that song you played earlier on the piano?"

Y/n looked at him, her eyes softening with affection. "Do you want to hear it?"

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I'd love to."

They both stood up, and hand in hand, they walked downstairs to where the rest of the team was gathered. As they entered the room, their colleagues looked up, curious and slightly surprised to see the newfound closeness between them.

Y/n made her way to the piano and sat down, glancing at Hongjoong who gave her an encouraging nod. She took a deep breath and announced, "I wrote a song, and I'd like to share it with you all."

The room fell silent, all eyes on her. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as Y/n positioned her fingers on the keys and began to play. The melody flowed effortlessly, capturing the room's attention with its beauty and emotion.

Her voice joined the music, soft and haunting, as she sang the words that had been pouring from her heart:

"In the quiet of the night, I found a melody, A whisper of the stars, A secret symphony.

In the shadow of the moon, I felt a gentle breeze, A story in the silence, A heart's sweet release."

Her colleagues listened, captivated by the raw emotion in her voice and the poignant lyrics that seemed to resonate with everyone in the room.

Hongjoong watched her, his heart swelling with pride and admiration. The song was beautiful, a testament to her talent and the depth of her feelings.

"Every note a tear, Every chord a sigh, In this song of love, We will learn to fly.

Though the path is long, And the night is cold, With this melody, We'll find our way home."

As she finished, the last notes lingering in the air, the room erupted in applause. Y/n looked up, her eyes meeting Hongjoong's, and she smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and connection.

Maddox was the first to speak, his voice filled with pride. "That was amazing, Y/n. Truly beautiful."

The others chimed in with their praises, each one expressing their admiration for her talent and the song's emotional impact.

Hongjoong made his way to her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You were incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, and she leaned into his touch. "Thank you, Hongjoong. It means a lot."

As the night continued, filled with music, laughter, and camaraderie, Hongjoong glanced at Y/n, her smile radiant as she interacted with their colleagues, and felt a warmth in his chest.

In that crowded music store, he had been so frustrated, so determined to get his hands on that last speaker. But now, as he looked at Y/n, he realized how glad he was that he hadn't. If he had, he might never have met the woman who had changed his life in ways he could never have imagined.

It felt like destiny, like some cosmic force had orchestrated their encounter, setting the stage for a symphony of emotions, challenges, and ultimately, love. The rivalry that had sparked between them had been the catalyst for something beautiful, a perfect harmony that resonated deeply within him.

Hongjoong knew that their journey was just beginning. There would be more challenges, more disagreements, and more moments of doubt. But there would also be more music, more laughter, and more love. Together, they would create something extraordinary.

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haliteatiger · 1 year ago

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Happy Werewolf Wednesday, ya'll! We're serving up a big pot of tea tonight so get those cups ready!

Special thanks to Blackbackedjackal and King for their help in putting this together, editing, and especially to Jackal for being so supportive and encouraging. I'm very much not normally the type to do call-out posts, but people need to be aware of Dogblud, as she has hurt, not only myself, but quite a few others as well, and seems to have somehow gotten away with behaving like this for 20-odd years. I'm of the mind she shouldn't be allowed to do so any more, hence this post.

TL;DR - Beware of Dogblud, aka Ashryn, aka DogofBlud, aka ThatDogMagic. Very, very long post under the cut.

With everything happening with DogBlud and Blackbackedjackal's studio, I felt emboldened to come forward with my own experiences with her. This is something I've been carrying around since it happened roughly 2 years ago. It was one of the main reasons that put me off drawing werewolves, my own characters, or engaging any more in the fandom. I've hinted at it a few times but I've never had the energy to come forward and deal with the fall out. I wanted to move on with the rest of my life because IRL was more important than online drama. And I knew her behavior would come back to bite her sooner or later, regardless of what I did.

It's been very validating to see that I was right.

It was around the time that Blud and I became friends that I was feeling a bit burnt out on werewolves. I'd been trying to pull together my own werewolf-related project for something close to 12 years. The past 4 years had also been pretty draining on me creatively and socially, as it had for a lot of artists with regards to the pandemic. I also had some IRL things I was dealing with: mainly with my marriage and transitioning between medications to manage my anxiety + bipolar.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the foresight to screenshot everything at the time. I do have logs from back when we roleplayed together. There are several conversations in them but because they were saved as text documents, they're pretty dubious in terms of solid evidence.

It would have been better if I had taken screenshots as it was happening, rather than just saving the logs. With what I *do* have, however, I feel as though it may be enough to make the point that I'm trying to make, and to exhibit how horrible things got.

I'll provide some context.

I had talked with Blud on and off over the years, and we had always gotten along. We had a lot in common and after we had started talking more, our friendship eventually grew into a collaborative project. We were going to combine our stories and write a comic based on it. We had a lot of discussions on how Blud was reticent to do this in the beginning and how she wanted a contract to be made up so that in the event that something *did* happen, we could both walk away feeling like it was handled fairly.

Honestly, I should have listened to the first alarm that went off in my brain, when, in an act of ominous foreboding she said something along the lines of don't be so sure, it could happen. It was in response to me being like "we're getting along so well and share so much of a bond right now. I can't fathom that being a problem!"

The contract never materialized. It was something we had decided to do *after* we had put together something of a prototype project to see how well we worked together. It made complete sense to me at the time as we were both eager to focus on the fun parts of writing and drawing together.

It was decided that I would be the lead artist (doing coloring and final lines) while Blud would do everything else (which was inking, layouts, and the majority of the writing). The both of us felt that she had more experience in those areas. I also believed that she had a better knack for it as well. I had felt that she had a better understanding of story structure than myself. And I thought that Blud had felt the same way about my art. That I had the experience to take point on that.

Since I had collaborated with other artists and writers before, I attempted to approach the project with the same sort of professionalism I always do. Especially the projects that I genuinely thought stood a chance of being published in the future. We had started out trying to get a feel for each other's flows and rhythms. I had expected Blud to try and meet me in the middle of where our processes would potentially differ from one another, so that we could develop a fairly smooth workflow.

I had also expected, according to our discussions on the matter, that we would value each other's opinions on things and take them into consideration. We had such good synchronicity already.

In the beginning, there wasn't any unusual behavior that caught my attention. Blud was a bit uncomfortable with trying out new things but I did my best to accommodate her so that our project could move forward without too much turbulence. She had also mentioned to me before that she was autistic, and since my husband is also autistic, I knew how difficult it could be when it came to adapting to new routines. But when it was time for her to deliver the first set of layouts, it wasn't at all what I expected.

What I had expected was something with margins, clearly marked boxes, and figures that I could do rough lines over. I also expected notes that confirmed what we had discussed earlier about the project; that way I knew what she wanted or if there would be any changes. She took offense to this, feeling like I was violating our agreement. Though Blud did try to give me space with regards to the actual art, and while she would offer criticisms here and there, I trusted her opinion as an artist and as a friend. But apparently that didn't go both ways. In fact, Blud seemed to be offended that I expected more from her.

Blud agreed to concede. She suddenly seemed fine with the changes that I had asked for after seeing the layouts. I guess she was feeling overstimulated by the change and I might have been applying too much of a critical tone to her responses to begin with. I have had to deal with rejection sensitivity throughout my life and it's certainly prompted me to approach what people say to me online with a bit of scrutiny (sometimes too much).

And while I was mildly annoyed, although admittedly I was more concerned with Blud's overall reaction to my asking for clarification about several things in the layouts, I let it go. But it seemed like there was a problem. The majority of my ideas were either rejected or outright overridden with Blud convincing me that my faulty memory had made me unable to remember what we had agreed upon. Or that I might have been misremembering in my own favor.

There was one time where we were discussing a monster's design. Blud had already decided to settle on one design that she had come up with, even as I continued to offer other suggestions. The story was to take place in my setting, so I was under the impression that I got to decide what kind of creatures should populate it. The conversation ended somewhat ambiguously. I had assumed that we'd come to a solid conclusion later.

I came back the next day and it turned out that we were using her design because that was what we had decided on. "Don't you remember? You really need to do something about that faulty memory of yours, Tek. I can't be doing this for you all the time."

At which point, Blud would go back and meticulously scour the conversation until she managed to find a set of lines that would make it seem as though I had 100% agreed. Even when I tried to explain that I had meant something else, she took it as an affront on her inability to understand nuances due to her autism.

I admit that my memory isn't that greatest at times, but I've never had anyone complain about it before. And none of my friends have ever minded providing reminders to me if I did misremember something incorrectly. We all forget stuff at times, right? It's *still* something that I'm self-conscious about because (like a lot of people with ADHD) my memory seems selective at times. This was, apparently, a problem that I needed to manage.

And even as I'm remembering these incidents to the best of my ability, I've already spent so much time recounting all of this to friends. I feel confident in my recollection. There are some details that may overlap or become entwined with other things, but it all basically tells the same story. Especially in conjunction with what's been said by others. You're free to take it as hearsay since I do not have screenshots to back this up.

I will mention (since I've been told it's something that Blud has taken particular interest in) that at one point, I did have a crush on her. I was having some problems IRL, and it was nice to have someone whom I felt actually understood me. I also felt like I saw a lot of myself in her. I think that, at one point, I did describe her as the kind of "girlfriend" I would want. Blud seemed to indicate the feeling was mutual.

Between our collaborative partnership and all of the details we shared about our lives, it did feel like an intimate relationship at times. I had no intentions of pursuing it. We were not compatible in our romantic and sexual identities, and I had no intention of leaving my current partner for her.

I had begun to notice red flags, even if I wasn't ready to accept them yet.

I've had experience with abusive relationships in the past but they were in person, and not online. I knew what to look out for and yet I was being willfully ignorant about our friendship. I wanted to give Blud the benefit of the doubt. I wanted the project to work *so* badly that I was willing to work with her increasing demands as the months went by.

I had no idea that those demands would change into, quite literal, temper tantrums. It would then trigger my fawning response which was due to an abusive family situation that I had dealt with before I moved to Canada. The tactic was this: concede to someone until there was a time that they either understood reason or I had the chance to use it against them if necessary.

I started to take screenshots. I wish that I had taken a lot more of them so that everyone could get a better idea of what was happening. I did go back and manage to record the majority of the first outburst. It was the first inkling I had that Blud wasn't playing with a full deck of cards. I knew that that would be one of the first conversations that she would promptly delete. And consequently, I was right.

This assortment of screenshots will exhibit the first serious confrontation that Blud had with me. I am absolutely *not* proud of how I handled this. I was literally panicking at the time and doing whatever I could to get her to calm down. Because I have a temper that can look similar to this in person, I knew that I had to wait until the post-tantrum clarity would hit Blud. I tried my best to not lose my own temper in turn but looking back, I feel that I came off as sounding too timid.

I didn't want to ruin this project.

I wanted to make a comic with an individual that I admired and respected as a fellow artist. And, with me not knowing how to respond, my main priority was to not make things any worse than they already were.

Below is the conversation in its entirety:

I had taken this screenshot on my phone after I had stepped away to compose myself. Blud had handled the confrontation and criticism with a reasonable amount of apprehension. But what had not occurred to me was that I could have said something that would remind her of past experiences with a roleplaying group.

It was something that had evidently scarred Blud for life.

I took away the wrong things from what she had told me, choosing to focus on the aspects of the "betrayal" that had appeared to bother her the most. And in hindsight, I did not see the correlation. I was genuinely apologetic that I had hurt her feelings.

But I *will* critique Blud for her poor handling of the situation. Whether or not I had hurt her feelings, no one is entitled to act like this or claim that this is what attempting to resolve a problem should look like.

I wasn't sure on how to initially respond to Blud. It had been ages since I'd had to deal with someone flying off the handle like that.

The following screenshots are where the conversation picked up, after she had already deleted the above message:

We had weathered the "storm" and after Blud calmed down, she was ready to communicate. There was a part of me that was genuinely sincere when I apologized to her. I did mean it when I said that I had no intentions of hurting her and that I hadn't considered how my statement would sound to her.

I had hoped that this had been a stress response due to factors outside of our collaboration. And especially when I took into account how she had interacted with me in the past. I knew that Blud had a lot going on IRL, and that she had already put a considerable amount of energy into this project.

I had taken her meltdown more personally than she could perceive that I would, because this was something that was acceptable to her. She had a "condition" that would absolve her of these abhorrent meltdowns and I needed to get used to them if we were going to continue working on that project together.

I was shaking the entire time we were typing in the chat.

I was sincere in my responses. I really did want to work things out with Blud and give her the benefit of the doubt. I could have been taking the things that she said too personally or maybe I had been reading too much into the situation. Was there a chance that I could have been misreading her outburst? I tried my best to keep an open mind though I was still somewhat baffled by the fact that she would have meltdowns as often as she did.

I confided in my husband and some other friends about the situation. They were also bewildered by Blud's actions.

By this point, I was struggling with the reality that this collaboration was most likely *not* going to work out but I still wanted to try. I still cared about Blud. We would still hang out together and talk about things like music, our characters, or our stories.

While I did have the foresight to go back and screenshot this section, I wasn't fast enough to get screenshots of everything else that I will be going over. Blud *did* admit to going back and deleting certain exchanges due to a mixture of shame; not wanting to look at them when she would scroll through our conversations.

In retrospect, it was very telling.

And even after that meltdown, I still enjoyed the friendship that I had with her. I kept my guard up but I was willing to make compromises on her behalf if it resulted in better communication between the two of us. Blud made me promise to immediately tell her if I had a problem with something. I also agreed to keep notes of our conversations.

It worked for the most part.

In the end though, it became apparent that Blud wasn't willing to do the same for me (even after we had an extended conversation about it). I then realized that I had been tasked with basically *managing* her autism for her. I was already busy with my supposedly "bad memory" at the time; and Blud was more than ready to scroll back up through our conversations to cherry-pick a line or two of text to remind me of what was said earlier.

Because, for her, circumstances couldn't ever change. If they did, it would mean that Blud had lost control of the situation and that she was in the wrong. She could *not* be in the wrong.

And if she was in the wrong? It would take solid evidence, three witnesses, and a court of law to prove it.

She had two other major meltdowns after this. I managed to step away from communicating with her through one of them and I don't remember the other meltdown lasting very long. She immediately deleted the texts of both of those instances before I could take screenshots of them.

It seemed like I could do nothing right when it came to Blud, no matter the lengths I would go to accommodate her. I knew that it was a common tactic used by abusers. I finally accepted that our partnership wasn't going to work out and I began thinking about an exit strategy. The final straw was when she began to expect me to be at her beck and call.

I had promised that I would be there for her, within reason, and I was willing to offer reassurances whenever she would ask me for them. The promise had been made back when we had first started to talk to one another with more frequency, before Blud had shown me her true colors. I would end up completely underestimating just how badly she would need reassurance.

To be frank, I underestimated a lot about Blud in the beginning.

I would end up mentioning that I enjoyed my space in several different conversations with her. That there was a chance that I might be offline for several days so I could take care of things IRL and recharge my social batteries. I'm somewhat of a recluse. And an adult who enjoys things that aren't online.

She said that it was fine.

I became incredibly anxious when I would talk to Blud, especially after her somewhat abrupt change in personality.

I then attempted to put my foot down about boundaries and this is what she had to say:

I decided to walk away for a bit and I came back after I had had some time to think things over. This wasn't healthy for either of us. I wrote a couple of sentences to say goodbye to Blud before I blocked her. I knew that my actions would probably infuriate her. She had told me in the past that she *hated* not being able to have the final word... which she was able to do through email:

“And I'm not letting you pretend you have control over the situation, or the high ground. You distinctly have neither. But since you're determined to stick to your 'principles' on this, I've decided to make it easier for you.”

She thought that she was absolved of all sins just because I had said that I would stand by her at her worst. And at the time that I said that, I had no idea that her worst would be her trying everything possible to protect her boundaries while stomping all over mine. It didn't matter what she said or how often she would apologize when I would confront her. She kept doing it.

I admit that I wasn't perfect in this situation either.

There were times when I was condescending, critical, or downright mean when I talked to Blud because that was the way I had felt when she was talking to me. I soon realized that it didn't matter either way. I could have been using the friendliest tone imaginable and she still would have perceived it as either mocking or dismissive on my end. There were even a few times where I would preface my explanations with an advisory “please know that I am not attacking you and try to read this in an understanding tone,”etc. I would then post an explanation I had spent hours picking at to ensure that there was no way she could misinterpret the intent. Even so, she still read the majority of what I said as criticism and would take it to heart.

I never expected Blud to do something that made her uncomfortable; nor did I expect her to overextend herself when it came to our project. I would go out of my way to make sure everything was fine when we would talk about it. I only expected mutual respect in return.

When we would get into discussions (arguments), she would never attempt to understand my point of view or let me explain myself. It would have made it about me when it should have been about Blud and her needs. She sometimes would agree to come to a compromise about something, but only if I would admit that I was in the wrong.

I know that if Blud was to look at these screenshots, she'd be incredulous that I'm trying to distract from the horrible things that *I* did. And those horrible things that I did? I tried my best to work with her.

It wasn't just her poor teamwork that bothered me. It was her attitude and the lack of respect that she showed me. She would never ask me to clarify something that I said; always assuming that it was a criticism against her. I can only speculate that Blud did not want to hear about how any of this was her fault, like in the email she sent me.

I don't know if I was actually her friend at any point. Friends make efforts to understand one another. Ideally, they’d want their friendships to continue, and they would want everyone to be getting along and having fun. She seemed to actively defy that.

I would argue that things like this don't just happen in a vacuum. There's almost always a reason for such things, but it's honestly a mystery to me as to where this vitriol comes from. I don't know why Blud sees monsters in every word, especially if they come from a "friend".

I've seen her viscously mock herself during meltdowns; it seems like she hates herself and expects everyone else to hate her too. I think that she wants it to be the truth, so that it validates the feelings she has about herself. The behavior patterns that I'd been exposed to are consistent with the idea that Blud is seeking confirmation about the personal assumptions she has about herself. It's what makes her so volatile to those around her. Yet, she refuses to break the cycle.

I hope that she can make that choice in the future but at this point, I'm not holding my breath.

#dogblud #it feels a bit dirty doing a call out post #but people need to know #she's gotten away with this for far too long #i generally tend to give people the benefit of a doubt #clearly too much #but you can only make up so many excuses before you begin to realize that #at the end of the day #people still have the ability to make a choice #“everyone always leaves me”#well maybe you should really consider what the common variable is #just sayin

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OFFICE ACTIVITIES

╰┈➤ ❝ That's why I can't go on with my day before I do this to you. I need to see you squirt on my fingers, and I need it now. ❞

Roy Mustang x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Office Sex; Secret Workplace Relationship; Semi-Public Sex; risky sex; Desk Sex; Sexual Fantasy; Dirty Talk; a lot of dirty talk; Teasing; Kink Negotiation; Glove Kink; ROY'S GLOVES; you know where they're going; Hand & Finger Kink; Finger Sucking; mouth fucking (w fingers); Begging; Praise Kink; Pet Names; Roy is both rough and very loving; Female Ejaculation; Squirting; and i mean SQUIRTING; squirting is the main focus of this fic; Vaginal Fingering; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation; Masturbation; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Aftercare; Some Humor; Light Dom/sub; Dominant Roy; Dacryphilia • wordcount: 5,211 • masterlist

"Colonel, you wanted to see me—"

"Lock the door."

Blinking, you look at Roy's silhouette where he remains with his back to you in his chair, facing the windows of the sunlit office. You do a small bow while complying like a good subordinate, even when he won't see it, and lock the door from the inside. Still, you can't help but let out a small sigh. The pile of paperwork on his desk is bigger than what you saw this morning, when you expected to find it at least halved by now. But alas. And while everyone is away taking care of their own duties, you have the office to yourselves today, so locking the door is hardly necessary…

"With all due respect Colonel, you really, really don't have to hide the fact that I'm helping you with paperwork. I'm sure everyone knows by now."

Roy spins in his chair bossily, raising a hand to signal he doesn't want to hear more. "I'm not going to ask you to do that."

"No, seriously, it's okay, I-"

"Come here."

You do as told, ready to take the load he'll hand you from another pile, or something else to be taken care of in his stead, anything, really. He's in the habit of procrastinating often, you know your Colonel well. There is something almost endearing about it, when he doesn't realize how bad he is at masking it.

He's gesturing you to stand not in front of his desk but rather to join his side, and you do, finding yourself close enough to notice even how the irritation colors his gaze to make it fiercer. Once you're where he summoned you, Roy removes the folder he was holding in his lap and throws it on the desk.

This tricks you into thinking that the folder is the object of importance in this exchange. When your eyes shift to those of the Colonel for further cues as to what is wanted of you, your attention is inevitably stolen.

Roy's blue uniform trousers are tented with an obvious erection.

Face heating up, you quickly close your slightly agape mouth and try to look anywhere else, and disastrously you meet his gaze. Judging by the way he does nothing to hide the fact that he has a noticeable hard-on, or by the way he looks you right in the eye, you have the feeling that you'll get to live another day. Then he speaks again.

"I can't work like that."

His tone is stern, not even a whisper; something akin to one of his less-straightforward orders that would see him click his tongue when failed to comprehend by the other party.

And you don't want to disappoint.

"I understand. You can't work like that indeed, Colonel…"

And you do understand. If he went this far, then that's all you need to understand that you're allowed to lower your guard now.

It's all so natural with you when Roy beckons you into his lap, and you don't lose time maneuvering yourself because you've claimed this seat dozens of times already; your Colonel has a high sex drive. Despite being lovers after work hours, he still needs you during the day, when you're stuck playing this game of pretend. Or maybe that part is exactly what entices him?

Claiming his lips for an impatient kiss, you can't help the small grunt that escapes your throat as soon as Roy's hands begin roaming and foundling about your chest.

The worst part, you never get used to this.

With color on your cheeks, you try your hardest not to hump his leg and miss entirely the point of your being summoned here. You place another chaste kiss on his lips, boldly taking the decision of when enough is enough as you nudge things forward. Undoing the first button of his uniform, you make place for your lips to touch the heated skin underneath. To feel his hot pulse under your tongue as you place kitten licks there.

Roy's curiosity leaves him enjoying the show as you find your footing again, removing yourself from his lap and instead sinking to your knees with a thud. Your hands make their way downward on his torso and then fall on his thighs, his clothed arousal right in front of you.

"You should've told me sooner, Colonel… I could sneak under your desk, I could even stay there while you attempt to take care of those documents… With the way I'm hidden, surely the door doesn't even need to be locked."

You time your suggestion with palming the tent of his trousers, eager to feel how your words get to his head. But he only smirks.

"As much as I feel compelled, no."

It leaves you confused as you stand between Roy's legs. It's rare for him to refuse a blowjob, the balance of powers in this game of teasing is once again off in favor of his striking dominance.

"On the desk. Now."

Pulse quickening, you find your head clouded when you rise to your feet again. Roy all but backs you onto the desk with his body, your legs parting to make space for him in between.

His backlit frame only highlights the darkness of his eyes as he has you cornered; you prop yourself up on your elbows and wait for something, anything.

"You know, you're the reason I can't do my work right now. I've been thinking about you again. About fingering you."

Fuck. This close up, you're sure he can observe even the tiniest of bodily reactions he rips out of you with words alone. The slight twitching of your leg, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you realize you're at fault for his hard-on. The expectation in your wide eyes that are pleading him to share the images birthed by his brilliant mind that led to this.

"That's why I can't go on with my day before I do this to you. I need to see you squirt on my fingers, and I need it now."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you can feel the blood pumping in your veins turn to liquid fire as you burn from the inside. Something deep in your belly awakens, steals your resolve and fills your mind with cries of hunger.

Roy wants to make you squirt; to send your body into tremors overpowering your very control of it until you're helpless and making a mess of his hand, of possibly everything - the thought is almost scary, for reasons unknown to you, and you shiver. The signals your brain unwittingly sends south make you feel a certain pressure rooted deep within your core - as if, almost by his spoken command alone, your body can obey and leak arousal through the layers of clothing that you want gone now.

And so you begin to undress, making him chuckle with your impatience. He meets your hands halfway and easily takes over with his much steadier ones, unshaken by building lust unlike you - even if his firm erection which is now pressing against your thigh says otherwise.

He mutters something about how much easier this process would be if you were wearing a miniskirt right now and not those troublesome uniform pants - and the distraction returns some blood to your head as you exaggerate a sigh followed by a tiny laughter. It makes the task of taking off your uniform jacket and unbuttoning your shirt easier.

Unlike the hushed pace of removing the article of clothing, Roy noticeably slows down while peeling the underwear off your lower half, enjoying how he renders you naked and completely on display before him. He pokes a firm index finger on your glistening folds to part them, and you can see his gaze clouding with desire as he inspects the wetness seeping from your core.

Before you can avert your eyes, he locks his with yours. The gentle caress of his warm palm on your belly right over your womb startles you.

"Do you think you can do this for me?"

The whine coming from deep in your throat surprises you, and you feel as if you can get off on this simple, chaste sensation alone. Your pussy throbs in neglect.

"Please."

Roy mocks you just a little bit with his laughter for receiving pleas in place of an answer. Even if it works just about alright with him.

Instead of feeling his fingertips returning to your folds, upon withdrawing, you hear a desk drawer opening. Willing your heart to take the chance and relax, your eyes follow Roy's ministrations as much as they can. He takes something from the drawer and - to your utter surprise, it's a new pair of white pyrotex gloves.

Your legs twitch in a manner of closing, instinctively, as you stare at Roy confused.

"Don't play coy now, I know you've always wanted this. You can't take your eyes off my hands when I'm wearing those."

You puffer your bottom lip, defeated. He's way too observant. Or you're way too horny when it comes to this, to him. Especially now that the only thing you can call the display of his fingers pushing their way inside to find their designated places, vain at the back of his hand protruding, ministrations rougher and rushed because he's not touch you right now, is simply pornographic. They look so good on him, stressing the deftness and length of his beautiful fingers, the flame alchemy transmutation circles at the back stark red to remind they're no ordinary gloves.

"But… isn't this…"

"Dangerous? You think I'd put you in danger?"

There's irony in that line when it comes out of the mouth of Roy Mustang putting on the gloves that give him the name of the Flame Alchemist, but you can will your brain into pushing through the surface to see the offering of trust here. Especially because he is so dangerous is that line so delightful, stroking the trust of your heart that would let him do everything, anything to you.

Combined with his touch returning to caress your skin, this time on the inside of your thigh, you genuinely relax - but only for a second, because you're now busy trying to commit to memory every second of feeling the texture of his gloves on your naked, sensitive skin.

"Besides… I thought you love to say that they're useless when wet."

. . . . .

"Pfft—"

"Are you laughing now?" Roy's eyebrow arches as he stares you down, one part genuine disappointment, one part overemphasis as he knows you'll only laugh harder at his reaction. And laughter is a good balm for relieving the nervousness that made your belly noticeably tense up and cave into itself.

His thoughtfulness goes mostly unnoticed as your laughter quickly morphs into another whine as Roy's glove-clad hand brushes against your arousal. The touch is feather-light, yet when looking down you can unmistakably see the glistening juices on the tip of his middle finger where he used it to swipe along the slit of your pussy.

"Have you fantasized about this before?"

Roy is awful for ending most of what he says with the curve of a question, giving tasks to your brain that are a little too hard to take on. He drives your mind to a place inside the darkest nooks and corners of your perverse imagination where you see yourself stealing his gloves to masturbate with. Or where he's letting out his frustrations on you, you being dragged in an ally just meters away from where some bastard managed to run away from him, tarnishing his plans. You love how he fights but manages to never get his hands dirty. Being dragged to these dangerous missions that give you the chance to see him in action never fails to mix pure, incontrollable desire with the adrenaline running through your veins.

"Yes…" You confess in a tiny voice, and Roy rewards you with another barely-there touch, even if it aims not to bring you pleasure but to simply coat his fingers in your juices and prepare them for penetration. Roy raises them up for you to see. You're already wetter than when you'd finish fingering yourself to the thought of him, and it makes your face red with embarrassment.

"How unfair. I remember being way more concrete when sharing what goes in my mind than you, just now. But I will allow it… you seem to have a hard time forming coherent words right now."

Your brain goes haywire with the rising expectation of feeling him either on your clit or inside you first - the seconds stretching out endlessly before he finally makes his attack, the tip of his middle finger rubbing the tense muscles of your entrance.

Roy is careful as he pushes his finger in, having a good idea about the impact of this long-awaited exploration of the material of the gloves in your most sensitive place.

You're erratic, body spasming to suck him in deeper and pelvic arching to scratch the itch you have deep inside. The fabric adds a delicious layer of thickness to his already girthy finger, but…

"Not- enough— More…!"

Roy clicks his tongue. "You're way too impatient. I'm already being so generous to you, pushing my fingers inside you to give you what you want. Perhaps you can learn from a little exercise before we continue."

Roy's finger exits your heat roughly, in vivid contrast to how he entered you, bringing forth more wetness that helplessly leaks on the office desk. You exhale heavily in defeat, pleading Roy with a wet gaze. He remains unwavering, like training a dog that refuses to obey, and raises his other, dry hand to your face with fingers stretched forward.

The little cute tilt of your head has him letting out a mocking sneaker, and he suppresses the need to scold you for needing verbal orders as well.

"Suck."

Following every little twitching of your pupils as your eyes get hazed with the desire to worship him, Roy is not sure if your mouth falls open to moan or to take him in first. Either way, his fingertips already register the softness of your lips, even through the texture of the glove.

You part your lips further with the intention to fit two of his fingers in your mouth, and Roy allows it. Your tongue explores them, tracing over the seam running down the sides, then the junction of his index and middle fingers. You suck there, barely remembering to look Roy in the eye like you wanted to instead of remaining with your eyes closed in bliss.

He looks… aroused. With how much composure he possesses, the thought of how, in turn, you might look right now scares you. But you can't do anything about it - this, too, is a major fantasy of yours. And it only gets better.

Withdrawing with a wet pop, next you hope to fit another finger in, if Roy is willing to bring them closer together, and he quickly gets the idea.

This is his left hand that he uses to do this to your mouth, and he is still so very skillful with it. He tricks you into thinking you could do whatever you want with his three fingers in your mouth, but as soon as you lower your guard, Roy shifts their position, grabbing your tongue.

Your eyes widen, pathetically trying to call out to him in the one moment your ability to speak is stolen. Roy enjoys the muffled sound that resembles his name and continues to hold out your tongue between his fingers, watching you begin to droll.

From there on it's easy for him to shift his fingers once more, placing them flat against your wet tongue before gathering them together again…and beginning to slide them on your tongue.

The place between your legs is burning, and it feels like torture when you already know what it feels like when he pleasures you. You'd much rather he didn't touch you there at all before this, inner walls contracting to chase after the faint memory of his single digit's shape where it was buried inside you.

Roy fucks your mouth with his gloved fingers, and you moan around them. It's a filthy display, with your cunt dripping on his desk, and he can't avert his gaze for a second.

"Enjoying yourself? Maybe I can keep doing this until you cum and we end things here?"

Alerted, you want to communicate your wish to go all the way with what he planned for you, and to speak you need to withdraw - but the second you lean back, Roy's hand pushes forward, following your movement without letting you escape.

Just before you can choke, Roy removes his fingers from your mouth, and you see how much they're covered in your saliva. The risk did things to you you're unwilling to admit.

"Okay, I get it. You need more."

Finally able to take mouthfuls of oxygen again, you feel silly for being so worked up and breathless from just this. But Roy likes what he sees, especially when you try to present your cunt better for him, spreading your legs further apart.

"You're absolutely leaking…"

"Colonel, Please…" You beg, attaching the honorific to your pleas because you know the effect it has on him. "Colonel Mustang, please fuck me with your fingers. Make me squirt."

He returns his right hand to the burning skin of the apex of your thighs, tracing along your outer lips with a small hum.

"Okay then. Let's make your cunt squirt for me."

You throw your head back a second too quickly, as the heavenly feeling of Roy entering you again domineers over the bits of decency left in you. His finger bottoms out in you, swirls around until his palm is facing downwards, and is taken out again - just for you to instead feel the tips of middle and ring fingers prodding your hole next, in the same position.

"Nghh—" You groan, remembering to breathe as Roy explores your tight insides. You begin to relax, and the movement of his fingers gradually becomes smoother. The wet sounds of his entry come to your ears every time he pushes out the way out and pushes in again, and they embarrass you a little.

After a good few strokes like this, Roy turns his hand around.

He keeps his fingers buried deep inside, unmoving save for his fingertips that begin to search around, prodding into your front wall, looking for that spongy part inside you that will make you see stars.

More heat rushes to your lower body and you let a particularly loud gasp when Roy finds it. He mutters a word of self-satisfaction and repeats the motion, hitting your G-spot.

The pleasure begins to build with a dangerous speed, and you barely contain your moans. There's still something missing, but if you receive it right now, it will be too much.

Roy knows your body and its limits well. He doesn't force the pleasure on you, and keeps a steady but slow pace. Monitoring your sweet sounds, he is careful as to when to move on to the next step.

"I'm going to touch you here next."

Narrating his ministrations, he manages to make you focus. You fix your position on the desk again, making sure to watch what he's doing.

Roy puts the thumb of his left hand flat on your clit. At first, the mere presence of it is enough to send sparks of stimulation deep inside you, creating a loop of pleasure with where his fingers are buried, but you get used to it quickly. Then, he begins to rub your aroused nub, and you go erratic once again.

"Ahh— Too much-"

"Shh, I got you." He gives you a break, simply resting his thumb there without caressing, while he focuses on thrusting his fingers in and out.

Your heavy breaths are entangling with needy moans as the pleasure builds, this damned feeling of not enough threatening to eat you up from the inside. Roy knows your body well in combination with masterfully reading your reactions, and generously gives you more when you ask for it. The balls of your feet press harder into the surface of the desk near the very edge of it, your torso lifting just a little bit, to chase after Roy's movements inside you. He lets you rock back into his fingers, more wetness coming out and lubricating his entry.

"I'm going to speed up now. Tell me if you need to stop."

You breathe heavily through your nose, nodding your head more times than he needs for confirmation, and it makes him chuckle. The corners of his lips don't stay curled for longer than a second because of his growing concentration.

The rubbing on your clit returns, and Roy's fingers don't slow down. Standing there with nowhere to escape but to receive his rough, filthy yet loving pleasuring, you grip the edge of the desk behind your back preparing yourself, as it builds up.

"Roy- it feels a bit strange—"

"In a good way? Like you wanna go?"

Your answer comes a bit late because your mouth is stuck falling open in the face of those unfamiliar sensations. You hurry to blurt it out before stops, god forbid.

"In a very good way…! Just please, don’t stop!"

Not needing to be told twice, Roy keeps the pace, firmly hitting that same spot inside you with his fingers while rubbing on your clit. He watches your body spasm as you let out a scream, and then it happens.

Liquid begins to stream out of you, coating Roy's fingers - a small flow at first, before you all but hear the sound of a squirt escaping you.

"Mmm…" Roy grunts at the sight and the feeling of you closing up from the inside on him, fingering you through it until your body begins twitching too much. Careful not to overstimulate you, he withdraws your fingers, causing a smaller squirt to flow out.

Breathing heavily with your mouth open, you close your legs a little bit now that Roy's hands aren't between them, and you look at the puddle next to them. When you return your gaze to Roy, he's looking straight at you, leaning in for a kiss.

He's definitely not kissing you enough during all of this, but you don't feel too cocky right now to complain about that. Not when his kiss feels so rewarding.

"My good girl. I knew you could do it. Did that feel good?"

Roy drinks down your small noises of lingering satisfaction, and you whisper a breathless 'yes' before kissing him yet again. It makes you a bit too distracted, and you almost jump at the feeling of his hands parting your legs again.

"Think you could do it again?"

You look at him in disbelief, but it might be directed at yourself and the ridiculously deepening arousal you feel more than anything, your core pulsing in anticipation, aching to feel Roy's fingers again.

He knows that look. Pecking your lips with his once again, he slips his fingers in.

"Put your hands around my neck."

Your heart leaps at the command and you shift your body, grabbing into him for purchase. Your ass is on the edge of the desk now, and you're holding Roy for dear life, his broad shoulders being your anchor.

"Will it be easier for you this time, hmm? You're nice and open for me."

"Roy… don't say things like that…"

"But it's true. I love knowing that I can make your body soft and pliant, letting me do such a naughty thing with it."

You groan and shove your head in the junction of his neck and shoulder, warming the skin with your breath.

"Don't hide. Come on, kiss me."

It's easier said than done, when the sensation of what is happening between your legs rules over every coherent part of your mind. Roy knows your kiss would be lacking and sloppy, and maybe that's exactly why he wants it.

His tongue shoves between your agape lips, dominating yet another part of you as he continues to finger you while avoiding the place that is swollen and needy for his touch, as if testing if you can start leaking juices again even without the stimulation.

The strange feeling builds again, and this time you're not afraid of it. You break the kiss to plead.

"Roy…Roy! Touch me more! Now!"

Hearing the low rumble laced with dark wanton deep in his throat, you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins stroking your clit again.

Your moans of his name grow from encouraging to warning, as you feel the water balloon deep in your core close to popping once again. And then it happens.

Large portions of liquid fall noisily to the floor, mixing up with the sound of water squirting out of your body. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as a purely physiological reaction, the pleasure playing a big part in it.

Roy's large palm is so warm as it moves up and down whole, unlike how he'd only move his fingers earlier, and you feel played like an instrument; like you're close to witnessing the true strength in him that you lustfully admire finally inflicted on your body - in the most perverse, but loving and safe kind of ways.

"Gods— I can't tear my eyes off of you. Look at you."

Planting his forehead against yours, your eyes trail from his beautiful lashes up close to the place he's admiring, and you have to fight a surge of embarrassment. This is what he made out of you, you're so very his in this moment.

"Roy…—Ahh-"

He speeds up again, not having left your core for a moment, and you feel yourself starting to do it all over again, even if it's more of a current flowing out of you instead of the earlier powerful jets. What builds up inside you is different this time, a feeling you know all too well, something that you were lingering along the surface of for the past few minutes but that was always pushed to the back of your nerves in the face of the new, unfamiliar sensations.

"Come for me. Come on my fingers."

Roy fingers you silly, your walls clamping down on him as he does it just the way you love, no tricks this time to conquer your body, he just gives it to you. And you take it oh so willingly and greedily.

It takes no time for you to reach the heavens, and you moan out his name once again, feeling the electricity of an orgasm surge through every nook and corner of your being, toes curling in pleasure.

Roy holds you through it, making sure you ride your high all the way. Towards the end of it, your leaking hole begins helplessly pushing out more liquid.

"Roy— Too much—Roy-"

"Fuck." He curses as he slowly withdraws his fingers, noticing how thickly they're covered in your warm juices all the way down his palm. He enters you with one finger to tease just a little, meeting no resistance. "Fuck." He repeats as he reaches down to palm his bulge. He moves to his belt and begins undoing it in a hurry.

Pulse beginning to drum in your ears, you continue holding onto his tall frame as your eyes widen. Just how worked up did that make him? You figure he must be painfully hard by now, watching you perform the one thing that would get him erect relying on fantasies alone.

Wrapping the hand dripping with your juices around his cock, he uses the slick to lubricate his pumps as he pleasures himself at the sight of you. It lights a new fire inside you and you can't help but watch; the reddened head of his cock, the vein running down his side protruding with the rush of blood, and his culmination dragging closer.

He lies you back down on the desk and you place your hands below your hips, opening up more for him, so Roy can get a nice view of your still swollen lips and pulsing hole. He moves in closer, bringing his strokes so close to your pussy that it makes you clench down so hard when he accidentally brushes the tip against your inner thigh.

"You're perfect. So perfect for me- Haah—"

You rarely hear him let out more than a grunt, a man in control of himself even in the face of consuming wanton. It's rewarding, knowing that it's you who turned him into that. There's nothing more that you want right now than to watch him spill all over your spent cunt, coating it with his warm cum.

Roy keeps stroking, and you wonder if he's fallen prey to the heightened stimulation of the gloves too, seeing that he didn’t bother to take them off even after making use of the juices coating them. It could be this that works him to orgasm so soon, or it could be everything else combined with it, but you soon hear the familiar sounds of him losing control.

In the next moment he erupts, hot-white pleasure reaching to his very gaze as you see him taking in the sight of you hungrily. Warm ropes of cum land on you one after another as Roy pumps his cock, the swollen tip kissing your sensitive folds.

He loses the inner fight and presses forwards, pushing the bulbous head of his cock inside you, moaning as another gush of semen leaves him and fills you with scorching warmth.

You mewl at the unexpected contact, shudders of pleasure rippling through your body as you continue to feel his cum even after he removes his cock from inside you. You feel it drip out thickly, mixing with the rest of the mess left by your passionate session.

"Kiss me, Roy!"

"So demanding…" Hurrying to comply with your weak, adorable command, Roy seals your lips with his before you can scold or bite him. With how good he seemed to be making you feel, he's not too worried about facing those protests, though.

You and Roy remain like that for awhile, catching your breaths but losing them right anew in passionate kisses, not breaking off the contact even as he tucks himself back in his trousers and readjusts his messed-up clothes, removing his gloves as well. He tells you to wait for him as he goes to take something to clean you off with, but you just cling harder to his frame.

"Stay a little longer…"

He exaggerates a sigh but still smiles stupidly against your nape.

The late morning sun has nothing on the warmth that comes from Roy's embrace, and you bask in it.

"You know…" He begins, playing idly with your hand with his now bare one, as if he had started missing the direct touch so soon. You hum in question, and he continues.

"I want to take care of those documents even less now."

"…ROY!"

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13-torturedpoet-13 · 1 month ago

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I just finished watching Final Destination Bloodlines at home and I have some thoughts to share.

I watched the movie in theaters three times and I loved it all three times. I had high hopes for this movie and all of my expectations were exceeded. I highly recommend watching this movie especially if you're a fan of the franchise because it sorta expands on the lore. Personally, I think that it's one of the best movies in the franchise. I don't say that lightly because all of the films except the fourth film are fantastic and entertaining. My favorite movie of the franchise is Final Destination 3 because I vividly remember watching it in theaters and it messed me up for a bit. I'm talking about having nightmares about dying on a rollercoaster, but this post isn't about that movie. This post is about Final Destination Bloodlines so let's get into it.

For starters, I love that it focuses on a family trying to cheat death because it's always been a group of friends or strangers. I feel as if it being a family made the stakes higher. I can't imagine how awful it would be to have to watch your family members die in gruesome ways and more than likely you can't save them.

I really love that the main character was played by Kaitlyn Santa Juana who is a woman of color. I think that the franchise should have more people of color as the main character. I also enjoyed Teo Briones as Charlie because it was awesome to see him in another project since I haven't seen him in anything since the Chucky TV series.

Everyone's acting was great and I applaud everyone involved because there wasn't a single bad performance. I want to single out Richard Harmon because he was the standout for me. I haven't seen any of his prior work, but I'm going to start watching The 100 soon.

Another thought is that the characters are written in a way that you grow to truly care about them, therefore, you're left devastated when they die. I know that my favorite characters are Erik and Bobby. I love Erik because of his smartass personality, but also because he geniunely loved and cared about Bobby. Speaking of Bobby, he was so freaking precious with his little graphic tees and his pet Paco. I wanted him to survive so badly especially since he was willing to temporarily sacrifice himself to save the remaining family members. Given what the movies are about I knew that more than likely no one was going to survive. However, I was still heartbroken when both Bobby and Erik met their fates especially since it felt very malicious and the buildup was fantastic. I must say that I might favor the Campbell siblings over the Reyes siblings. I simply enjoyed the dynamic between Erik and Bobby more than the dynamic between Stefani and Charlie. As you may have noticed, I left out Julia because she's the one character that didn't have much development. She didn't feel very important to the story. I will say that if you do take the time to watch her in the background, you will see that she was helping Bobby look for Paco and she was concerned when she found out that Erik had been involved in the fire at the tattoo parlor and she did tell Stefani that she loves her, but hates her sometimes. You also learn that Julia and Stefani used to be best friends before Stefani left for college and basically cut ties with everyone. I do wish that Julia could have gotten a bit more focus and development. I also really loved Howard because the character was so sweet, loving, and understanding. He was great in the little bit of screentime he had.

All of the kills were so creative and fun. I know that everyone loves the MRI one and I wholeheartedly agree that it's the best one in the movie. It might even be the best kill in the entire franchise. I also know that some people didn't like the ending disaster because it involved a train and logs like Final Destination 3 and Final Destination 2 respectively. However, I'm not one of those people because I quite enjoyed it. I think that it was a nice way to pay homage to those two movies. I also love that the penny that initially caused the tower collapse came right back around and ultimately caused the death of the final two remaining descendants of the tower collapse visionary.

Speaking of the tower collapse, this disaster is definitely in my top three favorites alongside the rollercoaster and car pile up. I love how the entire disaster was started by an annoying kid with a penny. The buildup to the disaster was very suspenseful and left me feeling so anxious, even though I knew what was coming. I also enjoyed all the kills that happened in the tower like the one man and the elevator or the annoying kid and the piano. I really loved the degloving scene when Iris was trying to save a young Bludworth. It's literally my worst fear whenever I'm wearing rings. I think that Brec Bassinger was fantastic in the small amount of screentime that she got as young Iris. I would have happily watched a movie focused solely on a young Iris that was learning how to avoid death. I do wish that we had learned what exactly happened to Paul to cause his death because it's mentioned briefly that it was an accident of some sorts. Speaking of Paul, he was such a great character because it was so sweet how much he loved Iris. I would have loved to see more of their story. Anyways, this disaster has solidified the fact that I'm not going anywhere near a tower that has a glass floor. I'm not about to play with my life like that.

Finally, I love more than anything that Tony Todd was able to reprise his role as William Bludworth. It was heartbreaking to see how sick and skinny he was. I did love that he was able to come back to the franchise one last time and he had a chance to say goodbye to the fans. Speaking of that, I loved his speech about how life is precious and you should make the most of the time that you have. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried and I still think about the speech to this day. I also loved how we finally learned that Bludworth was a survivor of the tower collapse and that's why he seemed to know a good amount of information about death yet never tried to intervene with the other survivors. I do wish that we could have seen more of the friendship between Iris and Bludworth because it would have been interesting to see them figuring out how to cheat death over the years.

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respectthepetty · 10 months ago

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The Loyal Pin - Episode 10

Last episode, my Wild Ass Theory that Anin and Pin will inherit their mother's colors as they come into adulthood resurfaced as Anin wore a yellow dress when she left the beach, and this episode, she wears a blue and yellow skirt as she asks her brother to teach her how to drive.

Anin's brother is wearing blue, so I had high hopes for him being supportive of Anin this episode, and the piggyback ride as well as the purple flowers helped me keep the faith.

But Kuea stays pissing me off, and Anin's younger brother seems oblivious to anything beyond his own little get-everyone-hitched agenda.

So, of course, Kuea runs immediately over to the main house DURING HIS WORK HOURS to snitch on Pin. I appreciate that everyone keeps questioning his worth ethic though.

But the mom is wearing pink and blue, so unlike Anin's older brother, I have no idea how she'll take this news. Pin is wearing a darker pink now though, so I think the adult responsibilities are coming sooner than the girls are realizing.

AND WE GET BACKSTORY! Part of my Wild Ass Theory was that Pin's mom was a lesbian. She has her more vibrant pink color, but at times she wears yellow/orange. I guessed the yellow/orange came from a previous lover.

So her opening a sunflower ring was all the evidence I needed.

I don't know if Im's color is peach or pink.

But I can't focus because Patt is on the floor looking like a snack, and I think she is in blue.

Then, we see Im and Patt's love story. Patt was Im's companion and Im is still wearing whatever color she is wearing, while Patt is fully in blue.

And they were in love with each other.

Patt knows what Pin's ring means because she was once Pin. Im gave Patt the yellow flower ring in the same way Anin gave the ring to Pin.

But there was no happily ever after for Patt and Im because Im died!

I thought the backstory would help clear up the colors and the confusion, but it didn't! Patt seemed colorless in the past like Aon is now. If Im's color was pink, then it makes sense Patt carried it with her all this time. And if Im's color was peach, it makes sense that Patt uses it every now and then, yet it doesn't explain why Patt shifted her color from blue to purple. It also doesn't make sense why she was so upset about Pin's ring. It's not like Im rejected her or left her for a someone else. Im died. They loved each other. That love was real and never doubted, so why is she upset at Pin's ring now?!

The girls and their colors are evolving, but they are changing together, so what is the mom so afraid of? If we had seen society or some external factors harming Patt and Im's relationship, maybe I could understand, but the backstory just makes me think she should be more supportive of the girls' love.

But here she is now fully in her color and throwing her support behind Kuea! I do not comprehend this.

I'm shocked that Anin's older brother seems to be the only one with any sense! I was worried when he showed up colorless, but he helped to cover for his sister.

And now he can get that ally badge for supporting the color-coded couple!

Anin and I both love him dearly!

But Patt is still bothering me! She is a lesbian! She shows up in yellow and orange because she still loves Im. So why not let the color-coded girls be IN LOVE?!

Pin's color is getting redder just like her mom's, and I'm worried that her mom is going to push even harder next episode for her to get married. We have six episodes left. Even though I don't fully know what the colors mean, the reds and yellows/oranges are showing up too often now for me to ignore.

Just like Anin sneaking up on Prik, these colors and adulthood are sneaking up on the girls while they are just trying to enjoy their lives.

By the end of the episode, the color-coded girls in love seem to have sorted their issues out because Pink Person Pin is looking lovely.

Which is probably due to her getting all of Anin's attention after not seeing her for a weeks.

And Blue Beauty Anin looks refreshed the day after.

So of course this chick with her can't-get-one-consistent-color self would ruin the color-coded happiness I wanted to feel secure in!

Patt's color confuses me, but Aon's color(s) frustrate me because I don't know if she is trying to be Pin which is why she wears Pin's color(s) or if she has no real identity and will shape herself into whatever she needs to be to please Anin because she never wears a consistent color.

And I know this frustratation is going to stick with me next episode because my babygirl is crying, and I'm already salty about it.

At least Pin and Anin will be solely in their colors next episode, so I have nothing to worry about with them and their relationship, right?

*Heng walks into the scene* FUCK!

#the colors mean things #the loyal pin #color coded girls in love #episode ten #I'm obsessed #but what do these colors mean?#I got theories for days #but are any of them correct?#the ring gave me some hope

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sears-tower · 10 months ago

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Ross's List of Objectum (-adjacent) media

I'm occasionally asked on Discord for objectum media, so I'm making this list with stuff I've run into and recommend. This is anything with sentient objects or relationships to objects. I am going to apologize ahead of time that most of these are focused on architecture, since that's what I've mostly been hunting all these years.

List under the read-more.

Books (Fiction)

Your Cities by Anaea Lay. Short story. One of the main characters is dating cities and bringing them and their buildings to life. My absolute favorite short story of all time, not least because my beloved skyscraper plays a major character. Read it here.

I normally don't look at sentient ships in fiction because they are so common and usually aren't of my interest, but I make an exception if the story revolves around them. Turning the Whisper, short story also by Anaea Lay, has a sentient spaceship grieving and remembering his creator, one of the only 'machine-whisperers' in the universe. Read it here.

The Culture series by Iain M. Banks also has a colorful cast of sentient spaceship that I have heard high praise of but I haven't read them myself.

Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott. A re-imagining of the Baba Yaga fairytale following two siblings in America suddenly receiving a sentient, walking house from their Jewish Russian grandmother. WARNING: The main conflict revolves around antisemitism. There are scenes of pogroms. The book does not pull its punches when discussing the horrors of persecution, including right at the opening pages.

Awakening to the Great Sleep War by Gert Jonke. This one can sometimes be hard to find. Stream-of-consciousness novel about an acoustic designer in a surreal, dream-like city, whose profession and training allows him to hear columns and iirc buildings speaking. The main character has a relationship with a column around the end of the book.

Not quite as stream-of-consciousness, but even more chaotic, is The Kraken by China Mieville where one of the main characters is a detective who can sorta speak to inanimate objects. Although with how much is going on in this story it might be a little dwarfed by the other zaniness.

Day 9 by Robert Jeschonek. Between a story of three people trying to find a guy and evade a serial killer, the Sagrada Familia cathedral muses and self reflects and looks forward to the future.

Desire and Dust by Roee Rosen. A small, academic collection of stories/artworks/etc. from Russian authors that mainly focus around objects coming to life and having relationships with humans. Be warned: the first work in the collection is a vent piece against Vladimir Putin, and includes cannibalism and sexual assault. The book goes into NSFW territory throughout.

The Book of Form and Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki. A boy suddenly starts hearing the voices of objects after his father dies, and his mental state quickly spirals with lack of support and understanding. This goes to dark places with mental health, but the book ends well.

The City We Became by N. K. Jemisin. Six people become New York. Literally become the personifications of New York. N. K. Jemisin is one of the best science fiction authors of this decade, go read her work.

On that note, the Skyscraper Throne trilogy by Tom Pollock has the city of London alive and doing young adult urban fantasy schenanigan business, including facing off against the god of cranes who represents gentrification. One of the main characters hunts down a sentient train at the beginning of the novel. Somehow no building characters but it's not like this list is hurting for them.

The Towers Trilogy by Karina Sumner Smith is an adult fantasy/urban fantasy story about two cities segregated between magic users and non-magic users, and involves living skyscrapers powered by magic in the later parts of the first book and throughout the second and third book. While the premise is a bit cliche, it's good.

The Employees by Olga Ravn. The human crew of a spacecraft get enamored by The Alien Cubes (tm) that they picked up on a mission. This is set by a series of vignettes showing different perspectives by humans and robots that man the ship.

Twisted! by Miranda Leek. Roller coasters come to life as monstrous defenders of the theme park. Apparently it is a bit mid but enjoyable.

The Tallest Doll in New York City by Maria Dahvana Headley. Short story where the Chrysler Building and Empire State Building kiss. Read here. Also if you wanna see more spicy building romance, check out the cover of Delirious New York (!!NSFW!! or at least coming close to it. I would not open this at work even if there's nothing explicit) written by Rem Koolhaas and illustrated by Madelon Vriesendorp, who later made her cover artwork into a short film.

Rootabaga Stories: The Two Skyscrapers Who Decided to Have a Child by Carl Sandburg. Self explanatory. Sandburg is one of my favorite poets of all time go go go go read his work. Read the Two Skyscrapers here, and also read his poem about a skyscraper and how it's alive and a poem about how a skyscraper loves the night. I hate to assign modern labels to old dead people but I feel like Sandburg would have been objectum were he alive today.

Also go read the poem The Turbine by Harriet Monroe. The machine is unnamed and unidentified, only so much that it is an industrial machine, but this poem has quite an objectum vibe to it's main character/narrator. Read it here.

Also a poem, and kinda really hard to find in any official capacity, but ship-lovers have The Subject, written by R A B Mitchell, about the warship HMS Warspite that he served on. Here's a way to find it, but you gotta scroll down half a page.

Everyone and their object companion probably already knows about this one but House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. Unexplainable house that does some freaky geometry business. Best damn horror I have read.

Also covering my bases here with Christine and The Shining, both by Stephen King. Books more so than the movies. Evil car and evil hotel respectively, though you could probably argue until sunrise whether the objects themselves are animate and evil or if its the human ghosts haunting them.

Citizens of No Place: An Architectural Graphic Novel by Jimenez Lai, is a short experimental manga-esque comic musing about the state of architecture and its possible future and criticizing the current path of society. One of the chapters has a character in love with an architectural form. Many thanks to Creatures Are Stirring (mentioned below) for finding and mentioning this. Can be found here.

The Dream of Houses by Wil McCarthy is a sci-fi short story set from the perspective of a friendly smart home as their owner goes through the Worst Day of His Life. It's... a little outdated in the sense of it's hard to look at the sci-fi society McCarthy writes about and take it with the optimism it was supposed to have, but it has some interesting ideas in it. This story does not exist anywhere online, but I have digitized it on my own end. Since it's almost 30 years old and out of print, feel free to send an email to me if you want the digitization.

Les Autos Savages, a short story collection by Folio Junior Science Fiction. Many of the stories in here have sentient/sapient cars as the main characters and comment on the complicated relationships humans have to cars, both good and bad. This is in French, but @drinkingasoline has translated a few of the stories. Thank you btw Crispy for finding this!

There's a short story I keep losing the name of, but if anyone can find it I would graciously appreciate being reminded of its title. It's a vignette set in a broader fantasy universe, and the main character is a human changeling brought over to Fairy New York. The vignette deals with the main character visiting the NYC library, who is personified into a genius loci along with being the building himself. This guy inspired my own building characters so I would love to read about him again.

Books (Non-fiction)

Creatures are Stirring: A Guidebook to Architectural Companionship by Joseph Altshuler and Julia Sedlock. While this is geared more toward architects than the general public, if you want to dip your toes into animist theory and praxis (for lack of a better term) this the best starting point so far, and these two authors are names to know. Both authors are confirmed to be objectum friendly, though this book does not explicitly mention or discuss objectum people. If you don't want to read the entire book but want to hear one of the authors summarizing his thoughts, see the video Are Buildings Alive? hosted by Stewart Hicks interviewing Joseph Altshuler. Viewable here.

On the Animation of the Inorganic by Spyros Papapetros. Really, anything Mr. Papapetros has written if you have the stomach for dry, high-level academic analysis. Fantastic book wrapping up arts, philosophy, and a bit of culture in a discussion of Modernist animism, but it's written in esoteric academic-speak making it inaccessible, and specifically is looking at 1880s-1940s time period. Does not reference objectum people directly but does occasionally mention the "erotic power of objects".

Both of the above books are exhaustively sourced, so you can find jumping off points for your own research. They are architectural theory and will be almost exclusively focused on architecture, although On the Animation of the Inorganic also discusses art and briefly discusses other things as well.

Architectural Agents: The Delusional, Abusive, Addictive Lives of Buildings by Annabel Jane Wharton. A very strong case for discussing buildings as agents, as subjects, able to act on and manipulate humans and animals. This primarily deals with all of the negative ways a building can affect humans, including enabling addiction, but a very strong theoretical basis for architectural agency and perhaps animacy.

Monsters of Architecture by Marco Frascari. Maybe. Another architecture theory book, and one I haven't read thanks to how difficult it is to get a physical copy. Putting it here mostly in case anyone else is as ravenous for animistic theory as I am.

There is a book that looks at agalmatophilia (statue-lovers) that I am aware of, but I heavily do not recommend it as it is hostile toward objectum folk. If you want the name of the book for research or something, send me a DM. I also probably should mention that Erika Eiffel has her biography somewhere but 1) it's in Finnish (iirc?) with no English translation available, and 2) I am not comfortable supporting Erika/her book.

Films

Chairy Tale by Norman McLaren. Also, by the same guy, Opening Speech. Short films. A chair/microphone misbehaves around a man. Chairy Tale ends well for the object, Opening Speech... not so much. I adore McLaren's work, go watch them here (Chairy Tale) and here (Opening Speech).

Roof Sex (!!NSFW!!) by PES. Two couches. A roof. No one around. Really, most of PES's work counts as objectum/animistic-adjacent, although thankfully most of his filmography is safe for work. Roof Sex is just the most obvious one of the bunch. PES himself comes off as having an animistic bent + connection with objects in interviews but I am cautious to call him anything more than that.

Another one everyone here probably already knows of, but Encanto, directed by Byron Howard and Jared Bush. The house. She is alive. And very expressive and friendly. Very good Disney film following a family with super powers but dealing with generational trauma and high expectations. The house is called Casita and is pretty much the best friend of the main character.

Her directed by Spike Jonze. Well known film but covering my bases. A man falls in love with an AI operating system. Saw it recently myself--it's quite good! There is a very brief NSFW objectum eye candy moment aside from the whole premise of the relationship.

AI Love You, directed by David Asavanond and Stephan Zlotescu. Thai film where buildings all have AIs put in them, and one of the buildings falls in love with a human that lives in him. The movie isn't a masterwork of art, it's cheesy as hell, but it's incredibly fun. There's a rave building that has a giant architectural mohawk. We deserve mid-but-fun movies.

Titane, directed by Julia Ducournau. This one's for all of the mechaphiles out there. I haven't watched this one either but the main character has a baby with a car. The main character is also the villain, and it is a slasher film, so be aware of that.

Jumbo, directed by Zoe Wittock. Human falls in love with a theme park ride. This is directly an objectum story. I haven't watched it myself (somehow...) but a friend has mentioned that it contains sexual assault, coercian, parental abuse, and apparently it ends sadly :(

Monster House, directed by Gil Kenan. Self explanatory and everyone here's probably already heard about it.

Just gonna mention Electric Dreams by Steve Barron to cover my bases but I don't think you can get by a week in the objectum community without having heard of that film.

Home Sweet Home by S. Paccolat, A. Diaz, P. Clenet, and R. Mazevet. A suburban home uproots itself to go on an adventure. Can be found here.

Autos Portraits by Claude Cloutier. Animated short film with a biting satire of car-dominated modern society, with a singing animate car as the center piece. NSFW! Thank you again @drinkingasoline for finding this one.

Theater

Inanimate by Nick Robideau. Local woman falls in love with Dairy Queen sign. Rest of town doesn't approve. Ends well, but the main character has to deal with ableism and objectophobia. Recently played at Theatre Wit in Chicago. Nick is confirmed to be objectum-friendly and appreciates people reaching out. The script can be bought here.

Objects of Her Affection by Marsian De Lellis. Local woman falls in love with various tragic objects and reflects on her life. Content warning: this does not end well for the woman or the objects. Marsian is confirmed to be objectum-friendly, but the play uses a lot of dark humor and in general goes a lot of dark places. Watch only if you know you can handle it. Read more and see clips here.

Erika's Wall by Sophie Jaff. To be honest I barely know anything about this, it ran before my time in the OS community, but a song from the play survives. Listen to it here.

Other

Sentient ship-lovers, go listen to Julia Ecklar's Iron Mistress, about a pilot lamenting and praising her love of her spaceship! And also The Phoenix, about a human soul reborn into a space shuttle. Listen to Iron Mistress here, and The Phoenix here. Sorry that quality is so poor but it's hard to find good recordings of these things.

Everything is Alive podcast by Ian Chillag. The host interviews a score of inanimate objects. The elevator episode briefly goes into objectum territory on the side of the object. Listen to it here.

If you liked Norman McLaren's "Opening Speech", also check out this clip of ventriloquist Ronn Lucas having a bit of a fight with his microphone. See it here, with the timestamp set to start when he actually begins his act.

If you're wondering how I have so many reccs, I have been hunting objectum and machine-animistic media for over 10 years now. Waving hello at everyone who can immediately identify me based off of mentioning Your Cities and On the Animation of the Inorganic.

I'll edit this post as I find or remember more things. Please feel free to add to this through reblogs or make your own list!

Pinging @objectum-media to request these get added to the archive (also please add both Sense of Longing and Handle With Care on there if you have time).

Additionally: Some of these pieces are at risk of being lost since they are niche. If you've enjoyed any of these works, I would like to ask you to preserve it on your own computer or get a physical copy or what have you, so these things can come back even if they were to be removed by the internet. I lost an excellent play script about a man who befriended the Twin Towers because the author went dark and deleted all of his work, and I constantly lament that I couldn't save it. Keep circulating the tapes.

#objectum #posic #objectophilia

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the-s1lly-corner · 26 days ago

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Heya!! Can i ask you to do

Platonic Christmas toon x reader child who loves Christmas?? Or maybe you can do bobbete :3

Christmas toons w/ a child!reader who loves Christmas

honestly i want christmas treats so bad rn... fudge, peppermint bark, butterscotch haystacks... suuuuuuuure i can make that whenever but still!! why does peppermint bark have to just be christmas!! ...though now that i think about it... maybe it was my household but butterscotch haystacks always felt more like a fall treat.. and yet we almost exclusively make them around christmas.. weird... notes: gn child human reader, pre game, platonic post, coal isnt here on account that i dont write for her or pebble since even in a normal platonic setting theres only so much i can do for the dogs, short and sweet, written on computer cws: none

BOBETTE

well of course you may or may not tend to gravitate towards her... its hard not to when shes the face of the event! and shes more than happy to share the holiday cheer with you when you rush her for a photo.... she swears shes got some candy canes somewhere.. oh there they are!

its hard to get a lot of one on one time with her- well... its hard to do that with most of the holiday toons in general but its harder with her- since shes a main... but she does her very best to give everyone at least a little time with her... your excitement in particular sticks out to her- bonus points if you were there last year and the year before and-

bonus points if you have one of her plushies... ooooooh she just melts, she always feels a certain way when someone has her merch!

RUDIE

he... kind of only really talks about christmas so hopefully you wont mind that too toooooo much! seriously, you think hes an even bigger fan of the holiday than bobette!

definitely going to ask you what your favorite part of the holiday is... the treats, the music, the snow, gifts... and so on! ...you try to ask him the same thing in return and he just all happily says he loves everything! how could you make him choose!

i personally adore the idea of rudie picking up some of the younger visitors and dashing with them for fun, or maybe doing sleigh rides around the floor just for some festive fun!

GINGER

she will offer you some of her baking- but be cautious that it might not taste as delicious as her cousins baking... she understands if its not up to your tastes, shes working on trying to get better...! she has a tendency to hyper focus on the decorating...

but youre more than free to join her at the table to decorate some treats while cosmo and sprout handle the actual baking part..! its... really fun getting the colors and icings down without having to worry about keeping an eye on the oven

between the three shes the most chill to hang out with, shes not up on her feet like the other two going around all over the place- so if you want something more lowkey and relaxed gingers a good choice!

#x reader #canon x reader #canon x you #dw x reader #dandy's world x reader #dandy's x reader #dandys world x reader #dandys x reader #bobette x reader #dw bobette x reader #rudie x reader #dw rudie x reader #ginger x reader #dw ginger x reader

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cupcakewebkinz · 3 months ago

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I've always had this weird headcannon that Vee acts sick whenever she gets a computer virus, and I wanted to like... Drabble it a bit. Maybe work with it a little. Okay maybe a lot. This ended up a LOT longer than I expected it to be, you're welcome for your feast. And slight Fruitcake. Hehe

@soupiestzilla <- I posted it because you and @whos-lucy asked me to. You're both welcome 🥰

(tw for illness symptoms being described, not in detail - some details will be different from canon due to this taking place before Shanon snatches the lesbians just a heads up lol)

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Shelly stretched as she got herself up for the day, being quite happy and a little more enthusiastic than usual for some reason. She had no idea, but who cares!? She's in a good mood! She straightened out her brown dress as she got really to leave her room, making sure she had her fossil digging tools in her pockets while doing so, and when she was all set she just opened the door and left. She happily skipped right over to Vee's room, then knocked on the door, expecting her to be waiting for her all ready for them to go to the cafe to meet up with Sprout and eat breakfast. Usually Astro joins in too, but sometimes it's just Sprout, it depends on the day. It's become a little tradition for the mains to eat together, they catch up over meals and tend to just hang out, though today was different. Today Vee opened her door and looked like a wreck... Her antennae were down, eyes squinted like she just woke up, her face flushed and her body trembling. She sniffled here and there too and seemed to not focus on Shelly herself, but her general direction. Something wasn't right... She didn't even remove the blanket from around her yet, and that was supposed to stay on her couch.

"Hey... Shelly... Why are you so early..?" Vee mumbled, her voice hushed and slightly raspy, a sniffle came out of her soon after. She doesn't even breathe and she sniffles... Weird.

"I came at the usual time... I didn't think I'd wake you up, you look horrible though." Shelly explained as she looked her over in concern, though Vee seemed to take it quite literally as she started comparing the blanket to her body, trying to see if the colors did clash that bad. Shelly couldn't help but giggle at that, she's so cute when she's stupid.

"No, no, not literally silly goose. You look like you're not feeling well, though I have no idea how you'd get sick, out of all toons I'd assume you'd be the immune one." Shelly explained, making Vee's eyes widen in understanding before she nodded, then pulled her blanket over her mouth and sneezed thee most precious sounding kitten sneeze Shelly had ever heard in her entire life before she sniffed and fixed the blanket again.

"Programming bug... If my updates have a virus... I get like this... So they know... It sucks but it's what it is." Vee explained very simply in her exhausted, quiet voice, and Shelly nodded in understanding. While also not really understanding because why wouldn't they test the update before they toss it onto Vee? Were they really that stupid? Broke? Both? Shelly shook her head clear of the thoughts as she held out her hand, which Vee very hesitantly took, and soon the fossil was leading her back to her own room.

"We're cuddling then, no buts ifs ands or whatnot, you need extra attention today." Shelly stated firmly, but Vee didn't even try to argue with her as she put her weight against her. Shelly let go of her hand to help hold Vee up right, though when the robot sat in the middle of the hallway, Shelly just sat down with her. She could tell this was a massive struggle for her right now, as Vee was rubbing one of her legs and looking off at the distance, as she tended to do when something ached but she couldn't show it. They did just work on that leg too, maybe something was wrong with it. She didn't ask though, she just sat with her, letting her take her time. Vee appreciated it, even if she didn't say anything about it.

"I don't get why they made you feel things like pain if you can't do anything about it, it doesn't make sense to have a robot that can feel pain but not emotions. Have you ever thought about that?" Shelly asked, and Vee nodded.

"It is... Quite weird... My database however... That'll help me learn these emotions, just like you helped me learn how to love. Speaking of... You need food, to live, go eat." Vee whispered, pointing at the elevator. Shelly didn't budge for multiple reasons, the main one being that she knew Vee shouldn't be left to fend for herself like this, however she was now puzzled on how feeling emotions and eating food related at all. Sure eating food makes people happy, but that's not why Vee wanted her to eat, not even close. Maybe she really does get stupid when she's sick...

"I'll eat once mom starts taking care of you, I'm not leaving you to fend for yourself as long as I can." Shelly firmly stated, getting a disappointed sigh from Vee as the robot flopped on the floor, laying down like it wasn't the middle of the hallway. There was no way she was going to get her up now... She's going to have to be carried. Shelly moved to do that, but an unlucky toon tripped over her before she could. Poor Astro now laid face first on the floor, Vee was now sitting up though.

"S-Sorry Astro..." Vee whispered, which immediately made the moon sit up and look at her in concern.

"Vee you look so unwell, you should be in bed. Come on, let's get you back to your room-" Astro very softly said, though Vee just scooted away from him before he even touched her.

"No, nooooo, noooo! I gotta stay with Shelly!" She whined quietly, soon scooting back over to her and latching on, putting her monitor against Shelly's shoulder as she closed her eyes. Shelly's face burned, her shell now red as a tomato. She had no idea she was going to be latched onto like that, especially not in such a tight, protective grip. Vee didn't flinch though, she just muttered 'I gotta protect you from the monsters' as she pulled Shelly closer, seeming to forget that Astro was right there. Thankfully he didn't seem to mind, he just seemed concerned and deep in thought, though he looked over when someone else walked over.

"Good morning, Miss Mendez." He greeted softly, getting just a simple wave from the handler before she knealt down in front of the two, studying them.

"Vee's sick and you tried to help her but she went koala mode on you instead, didn't she?" Shanon quietly asked, and when Shelly nodded, she nodded in understanding right back as she stood up again.

"Righty, that explains why we couldn't find you dorks, alright I'll just message Veronica and we'll figure out what's going on together then. I didn't think she could get sick... Out of every toon, I thought she would've been the immune one. Symptoms, dear?" Shanon asked, and Shelly looked at Vee, who was seemingly taking a nap now. She looked over her shaking body, her "sweaty" face, the way she seemed so exhausted no matter what. Her and Astro both looked very concerned, even if they both knew Vee would pull through without a problem since, she's Vee, she's been through worse and still lived to be the cocky, lively gameshow host she is.

"She has flu symptoms, pretty much. Just no stomachache, but she has sneezed and her voice is a bit raspy, really weak, pretty disoriented too. She keeps rubbing her leg as well, the rest I think are obvious on her screen." Shelly explained, looking down at Vee when she sat up just to sneeze yet another kitten sneeze before flopping back down against Shelly and muttering "you smell like fresh peaches...", which got Shelly flustered yet again. Astro raised an eyebrow at that, but sniffed near Shelly, then nodded. Shelly just hid her face, humiliated now.

"Don't be ashamed Shelly, I think smelling like peaches is a lovely thing. I smell like blueberries." Astro reassured, getting a snort from Shanon as she tried her best not to laugh. She knew he was just trying to help, but that's honestly not why Shelly was humiliated right now. She was embarrassed by how Vee was acting, not at all being used to the other being so... Open about her thoughts and clingy.

"She's just embarrassed by how clingy Vee is, it's fine Astro. You can go on if you want, Veronica is on her way." Shanon explained as she sat down by the toons, though none of them budged. Well, until Shanon offered a hug, Astro leaned in, and she gave him a gentle hug. This was quite common for Shanon, she loved giving the toons hugs, and Astro liked how warm she was, so it was a win win for them both. Shelly just couldn't stop staring at Vee now though, wondering why out of every toon there, Vee chose her to be her partner. Why she chose to exist like this with her, what she found so pleasing about her. She's absolutely grateful no doubt, but curious, very curious. Though she snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone else approaching, and looked up to find Veronica walking over.

"Oh jeez, probably a mild software bug, I'll have to get her scanned. The repairs to her leg have been bothering her too, right?" She asked, and Shelly nodded, getting a displeased sigh from the other handler as she slowly and carefully grabbed Vee, picking her up despite the robot's sleepy fusses against it.

"I told them I'd kill them if they weren't careful... They should've listened, she's definitely getting someone fired for this. That and I'm gonna have to fight the urge to kill someone... Shanon, take Shelly to get food, I'll take Vee to go rest, Astro... You keep being you dude, you're killing it. Toodles~" Veronica said before she walked off with the fussy robot complaining to her about needing to protect Shelly, which got giggles out of all of them. Especially Shelly, she didn't understand what she was on about, but God was she adorable when she was upset. She's always adorable though. She could even just be looking at her and Shelly would find it so precious... Astro soon got up with a soft sigh though, removing one of his hands from his blanket and offering it to Shelly, which she gently took and let him help her up with.

"We shouldn't keep Sprout waiting, I know. Let's go together!" Shelly said, and with a nod from the moon man, they walked off to eat breakfast together, Shanon not far behind them. They ended up meeting with Sprout and Dandy that morning, and had a great breakfast together and talked about the new episodes of the show airing soon and what all was happening that week before they split off again as they always did, though Shelly had left feeling a bit... Horrible. Yeah they all talked to her and she was included in everything, but... Something felt off. So she decided to check up on Vee before she started her day, thinking it would help her feel a bit better knowing that she was okay.

She was wrong.

When she found her, she was fussing backstage, trying to fight her handler for trying to get her to rest on the overly comfortable prop bed they had for some reason, as Vee obviously didn't want to go back to her room nor wanted to go curl up in the other napping spot the toons had in the nurse's office. It seemed like Vee just didn't want to rest at all, but Shelly knew she had to, so she devised a plan to get her to at least settle down long enough so Veronica could figure out what was wrong. She left silently, then came back with her own blanket and Vee's favorite book to read with her at night. She silently came over and sat down on the edge of the incredibly soft bed, then laid her blanket over Vee before showing her the book, and soon Vee was all cozy and waiting for her story. So Shelly softly read to her as Veronica went and immediately started working on the code while she could, and soon Shelly had put her to sleep while Veronica found the problem, the both silently cheering for their victories before they gave each other a quiet high five. Shelly then just waved before she walked off to her job at her museum, while Veronica just stayed on her laptop and worked on fixing the bugs while Vee rested.

The rest of the day went pretty normally for Shelly, sure she didn't have many visitors, but her museum did have SOME today, and they got the grand tour as well. Sprout and Cosmo had even visited after hearing about Vee, and actually were still there right as Gardenview shut down for the day, as she was blabbing to them about one as they looked at a fossil of it together.

"And that's why some people believe Oviraptors are egg stealers, when in reality, they actually moved their own eggs away from predators! While this isn't the original fossil that proved it, it's really cool to have right?!" Shelly excitedly finished her rant off with, getting a few nods from the duo in understanding.

"So they were just as overprotective as Sprout is, huh? He'd be a cool oviraptor." Cosmo teased, making Sprout blush darkly as he crossed his arms.

"I am NOT that protective of you, Cosmo. Shut your mouth." He grumbled embarrassedly, which just made the swissroll laugh as he knew the truth, and so did Sprout. He was VERY protective of him, of pretty much anyone he was close to, it was kind of his thing. Shelly just giggled, thinking it was cute seeing the two act like that.

"There's nothing wrong with being protective, Sprout. Believe me, I would be super protective of Vee if anything happened here, she means just as much to me as Cosmo does to you. Besides, you'd be a really pretty oviraptor." Shelly reassured, patting the strawberry on the arm gently. Sprout just looked away, feeling even more embarrassed now. Though the trio soon were caught off guard as footsteps quickly approached, along with crying, and they all looked over to see Vee running from Veronica and right towards Shelly. The robot immediately clung to the fossil when she was close enough to, which made Shelly blush darkly yet again while Veronica sighed in disappointment.

"Vee come on, you can't koala to your wife, you need to go back to the repair room on this floor." Veronica stated as she gently tried to take Vee away, though the robot elbowed her in the nose before ducking and going behind Shelly, as if the fossil was going to save her from getting repaired.

"I have to be with my sweet peach smelling dinosaur goddess!" Vee argued as she clung to Shelly from behind, which made the two food toons burst out laughing while Shelly was back to being a tomato. At least Vee sounded much better, she was grateful for that, though she was very confused as well. She was a dinosaur goddess now? Her tail wagged at that idea, that sounded like an amazing title, though she soon was less focused on that and the fact that Vee soon was playing a game of "spin around the fossil to avoid her handler". Veronica seemed really embarrassed by it too, especially when Shanon joined in to try to help, Vee was really slick when she wanted to be. Sprout and Cosmo were giggling like crazy as Shelly tried so hard not to laugh herself, while Vee was silent and quick, avoiding them as much as possible. Well, until Shelly gently stopped her, but the two handlers stopped when Shelly had placed her hand on her head. Vee just stared up at Shelly, her microphone tail slowly swaying as she looked up at her like she was looking at a goddess, like something so beautiful she couldn't understand it. It was a gaze full of love, and Shelly returned that, loving seeing her look back at her like this.

"Why don't I, your sweet peach smelling dinosaur goddess, come with you to get better?" Shelly suggested, and Vee just nodded, clinging to Shelly immediately afterwards. Shelly just picked her up, holding her tight in her arms as they kept looking at each other, seeming to understand that her gaze made Vee feel safer. She loved that, she loved everything about that silly lil robot, and she soon gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head to prove it.

"Let's go then, I'll carry you and be right there for you. Is that okay, Vee-Bee?" Shelly softly asked, and once she just got another slight nod from the lovesick robot, she started carrying her off, letting Veronica lead the way. Shanon, Cosmo and Sprout just watched, then they looked at each other.

"We won't say anything, we're actually gay ourselves." Cosmo told Shanon, getting a nod from her as she smiled.

"Oh trust me, I know, I saw that look in your eyes. I don't judge anyone as long as they treat my baby girl nicely, honestly. Everything's safe with me." She simply replied, then she checked the time, just to shrug and silently signal them to follow her. The two did, and she just finished up their tour of the museum for Shelly, while Shelly silently helped Veronica keep Vee still for repairs. Though it was extremely obvious that Vee was obsessed with her, as all that robot would say were compliments about her "sweet peach smelling dinosaur goddess" and seemed to praise her as such in her loopy and feverish state, and Shelly honestly ate that all up. She just egged on the compliment fest the entire time, and Vee was deep in it, showering her in sleepy praises and telling her all sorts of things she loved about the fossil, that was until she was powered off so the fixes could actually be fully installed. Shelly waited for her though, and when she eventually rebooted, Vee sat right up and looked around in confusion, even more so when she saw the tired Shelly smiling at her.

"Heya Shells, what's going on?" Vee asked casually, acting like nothing ever happened.

"You had a programming bug, and you were clinging to me, and kept calling me a dinosaur goddess." Shelly explained simply, making Vee blush heavily as she looked away.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry for that, I tend to get that way when I'm sick. I should've warned you... I'm really-"

"Vee, you were the most precious, beautiful, sweetest thing I've ever met. You still are. I don't care how clingy you get or how absolutely stupid you are, you're my beautiful tv goddess, and that's all that matters." Shelly firmly told her, getting a warm smile from Vee as she nodded, patting Shelly on the head softly.

"You're exactly the same to me, my sweet peach smelling dinosaur goddess." Vee softly told her, staring at her with this lovesick look on her screen, and Shelly stared back at her with the same look before a realization hit her.

"How did you remember you added on the sweet peach smelling?" Shelly asked, making Vee just start laughing.

"Oh my gosh I brought it up then too? Haha, no, you smell amazing right now, oh that's funny though! Come on, let's go snuggle, you look exhausted you silly fossil." Vee suggested, and Shelly couldn't disagree, she was absolutely fucking exhausted. She just held her arms up to be picked up, and Vee quickly picked her right up and carried her off, going to Shelly's room to end their day as they usually did. The handlers just met up at the museum again, and everything was back to how it usually was. Except Cosmo now teases Sprout with dinosaur jokes, which he doesn't honestly mind, he does however question why he fell in love with that stupid swissroll though.

(Jokes on y'all I ship many ships in this community, I just write Shellevision the most, you're welcome for the crumbs though fellow Fruitcake fans)

#i've been working on this for so long #hahaha it was just for me but now it's for everyone! yay!#anywho I hope y'all enjoy it because I really like it honestly #kai rambles #lol #dandys world #kais original post #kai's writing #shellvision #shellevision #Caretaker Shanon au #fruitcake #<- slightly

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