#or. My drafts rather

[moonlightandpalmtrees]

Found this in my drafts and giggled for like a minute

[yearninflowers]

Imagine...

Sunday loving you so much.

Rumours will always surround every renowned person in the world, whether that someone is the nicest person ever or even the opposite of that. But somehow, for your friend, Sunday, whom almost everyone in Penacony City knows, the rumours surrounding him didn't always make a lot of sense. Shouldn't one or two be true, or at least close to a truth, though?

You eventually began to ask him frequently if something stirred in his community.

It was mostly just for fun, however.

“Sunny, is this true?”

And as always, he would smile, reassuring you that none of the rumours surrounding him were true.

Sunday would first laugh at the absurdity of the rumours before patting your head and telling you to always confirm where the rumours even started. If not most, then all of them were always coming from some unknown source and were just following to create even more nonsense, said him. That would shut you up real quick, not that you would start to distrust him if a rumour popped up.

However, one particular rumour shook you off quite a bit.

A rumour about him having relations with a cult. An anonymous sender had thrown out a couple of blurred pictures as ‘evidence’ and uploaded them to a fairly well-known account used to share anonymous messages.

It was absurd, but you still asked.

“Sunny,” you called out his name, your phone hovering open to the account that shared the rumour. Once your friend notices your call, you let him take a look at your phone. “There's a rumour saying you have relations with a cult; is it… uh, true?”

This time, Sunday didn't immediately smile. He didn't reassure you right away. His face looked unlike what you knew of him.

He... he looks scary—

It took at least a few seconds before he did his usual smile and reassured you that none of the rumours surrounding him were true. He began to laugh like always, patting your head like always, telling you to check the source like always.

And like always too, you believed him. After all, it's the usual absurd rumour, right?

Before you eventually swallow the whole rumour as wrong information, Sunday had a hard time keeping up his facade. His smile twitched unusually more, and his hands trembled unknowingly. It felt weird, the feelings inside his heart, but he wasn't too bothered by it. In fact, he even welcomed it.

Truth be told, it wasn't fear that was holding him restricted.

It was excitement.

Sunday is dying to let you know that you are his sole Providence, the only being in the whole world he would pray to. He could go days without stopping—not even a short rest—to bask in his devotion for you. He will gladly do anything to make you happy.

Unfortunately for him, you've yet to know of his faith; you're still so clueless about his blatant favouritism. It's alright, though; Sunday is quite keen on teaching his deity how to receive his love one day.

“It's quite a slander to accuse me of being in a cult," He let out a small laugh. "But I assure you, (Y/n), I would never be a part of something as eerie as that.”

After all, the only being he would ever worship is you.

But for now, he'll play the part of being your very perfect friend, slowly wrapping you into the warm embrace of divinity. You'll know soon enough that you are worth more than just being his 'friend'. You, yourself, are already surrounded by the evidence of his devotion in its truest form:

His love.

[zoieru]

☁︎ Lazy ~

Slow, lazy sex with Jing Yuan ☁︎ cw: NSFW CONTENT, afab slightly sassy reader. Softtt, teasing, down bad Jing Yuan. Estab- relationship. One use of 'my love', use of 'pussy' and 'cunt'. Missionary, cum play(?). It's very natural and domestic. Jing Yuan focus (this is basically a 'wouldnt jing yuan fucking you slowly and sensually be so hot' post) not proofread

"mmh stop teasin'." A hum escaped your lips as your eyes drifted down his tan skin. Those chest and abs, smooth in the sunlight, all the way down to where his pretty cock was running back and forth achingly slowly over your folds which parted like petals either side of his reddened tip.

"I'm not teasing. I'm enjoying." He murmured. "I've been unable to spend time with you, properly, recently. Can't a man take his time feeling his love on him again?" His voice dripped, even more honeyed than usual, curling around you and sucking you into his dreamy like embrace. Jing Yuan was sat back a little on his haunches as he rolled his hips rather languidly, long eyelashes concealing the hints of gold of his eyes half lidded and watching the way his glossy tip parted you as if it was the most erotic sight in the world. To be honest it was quite the sight from here, so you could only imagine, with a touch of envy, how good it would be from up there.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in your bedroom the occasional wet squish of his ministrations, and the gentle huffs of breath and little moans you both let out as his tip caught on your clit. While it was driving you a little crazy, you also loved to watch him watch you, taking his time like this, observing himself doing this with that look on his face, the dusting of pink on his tanned cheeks, that little fucking smirk on those lips. That sight was worth the biting of your lip to stop asking him to hurry up. He loved you, loved pleasing you, that was enough to get off on alone.

After a few moments he looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyes gleaming golden in the soft warm sunlight streaming through the window. That damn smirk. "Mh, you're being rather patient. Haven't lost my touch, have I?"

"Jing Yua-an," your voice broke a touch as his cock caught gently on your clit again. "You wanted me to let you take your time, stop complaining and fuck me already," a pout touched your lips as you looked up at him, rather unconvincing in his opinion. But he loved that damn pout on you.

He leaned over you more, a warm sensual chuckle escaping his lips as he supported his weight with his arms either side of your head, leaving his cock resting teasingly across your mound and lower stomach. A tease, is what he was. And he'd get away with it too. One hand came up and poked your little pout, eyes crinkling with faint lusty mischief. "Ah. It seems I spoke too soon. I suppose I have been rather cruel to you hm? I'll make it up to you."

The hand from your lip made a path down your skin, large slightly rough hand drifting over your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his palm, your ribs and waist, eyes half lidded with affection and desire, fixed on yours as it moved. It left you only to let his fingers slip over the base of his cock, which was achingly hard from teasing himself just as much as you.

He did what he usually did, his lips meeting yours in a soft wet kiss as his tip poked and then dipped gently into your pussy, the warmth and subtle pressure making your breath hitch. He hummed deeply, contentedly, into your mouth as he let his hips roll forward and his cock slowly push into you. While cliche, it really did feel like coming home to a certain extent, the feeling of his cock filling you making you feel somewhat whole. A breathy moan escaped your pinkened lips into his own as he sank deeper, taking his time as he did with most things. He was a man in no rush, not with you, he took every single second he could to relish in your shared sensation, forcing you to do so along with him, something rather frustrating but more intoxicating.

He let out a soft low moan as he bottomed out, shifting his hips side to side just a little as if to get as deep as he could, finally parting from your lips and looking down at where he'd disappeared inside you, fluffy hair cascading over his shoulders and onto your breasts. You gasped, the wiggle letting him just kiss your cervix, and his eyes returned to you with a little smug chuckle. "Better?" He teased, voice low and sensual.

"Mph…better," you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him nestled so deep inside you, inside that you were convinced were probably shaped like him to be honest.

"I'll always take care of you, you know. Patience, they say, is a-"

"'S'cuse me, I'm here to fuck, not to receive a lecture, General. Get on with it," you interrupted, rather sassily, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes softened and he chuckled, smile stirring the butterflies in your stomach around his cock.

"Manners are also a virtue, by the way…" He teased, voice dripping with sensual teasing, just as you opened your mouth to make another snarky quip, he pulled his hips back, his thick cock sliding out of you until just the tip was left, and then pushed it steadily back in all the way to the hilt, making your voice halt in your throat. He smirked at your little glare, as you tried to still maintain some semblance of defiance as he fucked his cock into you just how he knew drove you crazy. He was so annoying, and you were so ridiculously in love.

His pace continued, not slow, but definitely not fast, steadily and sensually rolling his cock into your cunt, sinking into its cosy core with soft low little moans that always drove you crazy when he did them. Your own joined his, breathy little noises of pleasure, of affection, as he fucked you. His head leaned down again to capture your lips, body weight shifting as his left hand disappeared again and found itself between your thighs, his fingers first brushing over where your pussy stretched around his length, before settling onto your clit with his rough thumb. You let out a soft needy little mewl of surprise and pleasure as he worked small gorgeous little circles into the nub, making you wiggle and roll your hips as he continued to fuck into you, unravelling you and any defiance you had left that might have been wanting to make a sarcastic comment or two.

He hummed, with amused affection and lust, parting from your lips to open those golden eyes, flicking between yours half lidded with pleasure as he smiled. "You're so beautiful like this." He murmured, which just the thought of seemed to shift something, as then his little low sounds became more breathy, lifting in pitch, his eyes closing as he buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, cock pushing deep with each thrust that was a touch sharper than the next with his increasing pleasure.

Your hands came to his hair, his upper back, running along him as he fucked into you, almost soothing him through the pleasure, coaxing out his high. He groaned into the skin on your neck, breath warm and moist, as your nails ran gently over his skin, through his hair, and his hips began to stutter as they rocked into you, thrusts previously so measured and steady now stuttered with pleasure and overwhelm.

His hand on your clit shifted to your hip almost to steady himself, his neck bending slightly so he could look at him sinking into you beneath him. With the next kiss of your cervix, you felt his thick tip twitch, and his warm body shudder into yours with a deep honeyed moan as he came, warm spurts of his seed deeply pooling around his cock nestled inside you as he stilled, riding out his high. Your hands ran over his gently heaving back, a soft hum filling your lips as you relished in the feeling of him filling you slowly with his warmth.

His weight shifted into you more as he let his breathing slow again, his thumb running small circles just above your hip as he came down. He lifted his head a little after a few moments, a sleepy little satisfied expression on his gorgeous face, hair all mussed from the pleasure. "Mmh, I've missed that," he mumbled, planting little messy kisses over your jaw and cheekbone like a cat licking you.

You felt a giggle rise to your lips and raised an eyebrow slightly, face looking satisfied and quite fucked out yourself, still relishing in the comfort of his cock still deep inside you. "What, shutting me up with pleasure?" You teased, voice soft and sleepy too.

He laughed warmly, raising his own eyebrow and cocking his head slightly, his hair over his shoulder tickling your cheek. "That, too, of course. But I was mostly talking about you, in general, my love. And making love to you." He hummed, eyes softening as they flitted over your expression.

After finishing his sleepy kiss attack by planting one on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch cutely, he pulled back on his haunches again, golden eyes falling onto where your bodies were connected once more. Now the sight was…decidedly more erotic.

"That's so…" He murmured, before rocking his hips back a little and then pushing his cock, softened only a touch, back in, making the gorgeous mixture of your essences ooze out of you around his shaft. His eyes darkened as he did it, a soft smirk playing at his lips as his gaze found yours once more. "That is a sight, one I never tire of," he said, voice a touch rougher with the reignited arousal.

For a few moments he fucked his cum into you gently, watching as it coated his glistening cock and the edges of your cunt, white and thick, gathering around the tip as he pushed it in and out of you languidly. You shifted a little with soft noises with the slight overstimulation, but adored him watching him fuck his own release into you like it was the prettiest thing.

"You're so gorgeous when you do that," you muttered, a sleepy sort of smile playing at your lips to match the heady mix of affection and lust you felt in this moment. He chuckled once more, almost cheeky, before shifting forward again, bottoming out, and settling his body into yours comfortably on the bed.

"We are staying here a while," he stated, muffled by his face nuzzled into both your neck and a pillow. Which resulted in a little laugh from you. Your arms wrapped around him gently, stroking little patterns on his upper back.

"Of course," you murmured, planting a little kiss on the side of his head.

masterlist ~

[sea-webs]

"I don't know who I want to be, anymore."

Oc - Cirque | The Dragon Chosen by the Shadows |

| mary oliver / franz wright / chelsea dingman / mary oliver / sue zhao / can't find :( / can't find :( / i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - sciencedfiction / little weirds - jenny slate / the unabridged journals of sylvia |

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[rathologic]

quarantine textures: misc. bugs

[cupiid-777]

I love those moments when I realise THATS my man. Like he’s so pretty how is he really mine??? We’re in love? That’s so silly

[hinamie]

hhmmmmm uh im dusting the cobwebs off my brain trying 2 come up w something interestinf uhh.......anything non spoiler-y you can discuss w regards to geto in the atla au perchance?

hi rin !!!!! tysm fr sending i hope u r doing well <3

atla geto lore fr u courtesy of sam:

he's a waterbender from the northern water tribe. he can bloodbend but finds it distasteful

he gave gojo the betrothal necklace/proposed to him when they were 20 (all of the adult characters are aged up in the fic vs jjk canon ages)

all of his decisions are driven by a desire to lighten the burden placed on gojo's shoulders

aaaaand atla geto draws fr u courtesy of Me :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[arminzblackbimbo]

i’d rather be with you

blackfem!reader x suguru getou

tw: mdni, arranged marriage, breeding kink, he's freaky deaky, oral (fem r.), sitting on face, kinda misogynistic mindset, he talks you thought it, lots of kisses, talks of pregnancy, toes in mouth, fingering, he’s kinda crazy + cocky, reader calls him suguru + ‘guru, + geto, squirting, lots of pet names baby + doll + sweetheart, midsize fic , and bad spelling !!

you sit on your brand new bed in your wedding dress

suguru has taken you back to the mansion he was gifted for your marriage. the grand house coming with chefs, maids, and servants. everything a new couple needs and aspires to have. he has too much money, enough to have you not even thinking about anything else when this marriage was arranged. being told he just needs someone to stay by his side to further his career. really no one knows he is a hopeless romantic, he just wants someone to love and take care of. someone to continue life with

your newlywed husband taking off his cufflinks with his back to you preparing himself to take his wife to bed. your nervous knowing what's done after his clothes are discarded. your no virgin, but suguru is intimidating. he is pretty but he is scary. his handsome features pull you in putting you under hypnosis when he turns to face you "doll you’re shaking like a leaf" he observes you, seeing you nervously shiver in your skin. wringing your hands scared to speak in case your voice waivers.

he stalks towards you, locking eyes with you when you look up at him, your so gorgeous his heart stops for a little bit. you feel his strong hands hold the sides of your head. craning his body over you to makes soft kisses along your forehead. "my beautiful, beautiful wife" he already feels for you deeply. you make his stomach fill with butterflies. he can’t believe he found the right person to be with

he lets the kisses linger, your skin becoming covered in goosebumps. savoring the feeling, he suddenly softly lays his forehead on yours locking eyes with you again, you stomach sinking at the actions. it’s so intimate, the words just slip out. “i love you” his voice whispers, your eyes just widened at his affectionate. you barely know him, how can he love you already ?

he doesn’t care that you don’t respond he has enough love in his heart for the both of you. lifting his head to look down at your body, the dress conceals your skin from him. he touches the white material rubbing it between his fingers “will you let me undress you sweetheart ?”

he waits for you approval fingers snaking to assists you out your gown when you nod your head. unhooking your dress in the back, so he can slip it off of you. breathing hard when he just see your underwear underneath. he is so amazed with your body already and your not even fully naked. "your hips are perfect" lightly smiling while he outlines the shape. his hands squeezing there too. the smile having an intent you didn't even realize.

it almost makes your skin crawl with how creepy it is. moving his hand so he can rub your stomach in a circular motion almost like he is fantasying, adoration in his eyes. he's thinking deeply about something. kissing you on your temple. "i want you to carry my children" you nearly jump out your skin when you look into his wild eyes and see the seriousness

he is slightly scaring you "but sugu- " your eyes widened, just barely married to him after the many, many arrangements and he wants you to have his kids. you can’t even wrap your head around it. he grips your cheeks together to quiet you

"you're my wife, you will have my babies" he is stern. making sure you knows his intentions and plans. your mouth moves and you can't even say anything you just nod your head with your mouth agape. he likes seeing you submissive. slowly taking off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare for his eyes to marvel at . “you’re so perfect” he twirls you around looking at every square inch his eyes can see

taking your hand leading you to the wide bed. laying you on top of him. aside from the kiss at the alter you’ve had no other kisses or touches. he takes your breath away when he gives you a firm kiss. lazily sticking his tongue in your mouth as he works his tongue with yours. groaning when he grabs your soft skin. he can’t believe he convinced you to marry him. even if he used his money and status, he is happy he caught you when he did. he will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side

he is breathing hard when he pulls away from your sugar like lips “sit on my face baby” you look at him puzzled, youve never done that before. it’s something new, he can see your wide eyes, he is growing to love that frazzled look. he responses before you even get a chance to say anything “i’m your husband, i’m here for your pleasure” massaging your soft skin to give you encouragement.

your avoiding looking at his piercing eyes. feeling his hand pull your chin to get that eye contact. pecking your lips, he would say it’s his new addition but everything about you has him newly addicted. your eyelashes flutter when you look at him. it gives him butterflies again. “i’m just nervous”

“there’s no need to be, i’m here to learn your body. so you can come to me for your release” he is someone you’ve never dealt with. you’ve only read about men like him. he doesn’t even seem real as he obverses your facial expressions. it makes you blush, your face extremely hot. he gives a tap on your butt, “go head doll”

you move slow, reluctant. moving up his body to almost squat above his face. feet planted, giving yourself plenty of room away him like your scared of him. “suguru are you sure ?” he rolls his eyes, snatching your hips to have your core at his mouth. slowly working his lips against your soft skin. giving your wet kisses all over your mound. your still hovering above him, he has to pull you closer until your knees hit the bed

“yes ‘m sure, need you close baby” his voice sounds so syrupy and thick. the beginning licks he gives you makes you jump. he has to wrap his strong arms around your thighs to keep you still. his low moans vibrate between your legs. causing you to feel the wetness start to leak onto his tongue

he is starting a teasing pace with his thick tonuge. rotating around your pulsing clit. softly sucking so he can hear your delicate noises leave your mouth. you taste so good, smell even better he doesn’t know what to do with himself just savoring you on his tastebuds as he starts to almost ravish you. you hear his soft moans echoing off your plush thighs. the taste frying his brain already, hands around his head on fingers tensing up in the silk blankets. you whimper first, then he hears your sensual sounds. his tongue is doing wonders, making you jump when the electricity course through your veins.

moving to your entrance. your wetness leaking down his throat, the more his tongue laps at you. his brain is thumping hard. his erection standing talk still confined in his slacks. rolling his tongue to swallow all he can. doing one certain suck of his lips that have your hands flying to grip his hair. hands not knowing what to do. “ugh oh my- g-geto” he is almost animalistic, shoving his face as deep as he could so he could properly work. he is lapping at you seeing you convulse over him. “right there, r-right there ”

you feel light prodding at your entrance. one of his thick fingers coming to penetrate you. feel you tense up at the intrusion “relax sweetheart” he pulls away just to calm you down. moving slow to slide in, hitting your gspot precisely. your knees buckling into the sheets while he slowly thrust into you silk like walls. they're feels so soft he cant wait

you pull on his wild hair, when his fingers work up a steady rhythm “wait wait” your toes are twitching while he continues paying you no mind not until he gets what he wants. your poor hips held harder when you try to lift them. your body is clenching up, feel the pleasure shoot up from your tensed up toes. you can feel the creeping sensation of your high, it’s scary how fast you feel it coming. you can feel it in your veins. pulling on his hair harder hearing him moan louder.

the pain from his scalp is something that he groans at. the white of your eyes the part show as you orgasm. its strong and it knocked you off your senses fully relaxing on his face as you try and catch your breath but he keeps going. working his tongue and fingers into you intensely. “ ‘guru” he likes the name. how it slips from your mouth as almost a plea. he just can’t enough he had to force himself away from you using all his self control to pull his fingers out of you

tenderly kissing all over your mound as your nerves calm down. your feel sexual attraction more then ever the more he does soft movements towards you. your stomach clenching and unclenching as you try to unwind. suddenly feeling him set you on the soft silk sheets

laid on your back breathing hard, barely collecting yourself still feeling him touch all over you. vision hazy as you look at his muscle toned body hovering over you. you didn’t see him strip. seeing him naked just makes everything worse. your attraction worse, your arousal is worse. the thickness between his legs standing tall at attention, you pull his hard body on top of yours. so you can steal his lips surpising him enough to stick your tongue in his mouth the sexual tension wiping your nerves away

your body is calling for him, saying it needs him from the way you shiver and shake to the wetness leaking out of you steadily. he can feel you love him, you don’t have say it. pulling away to kiss all over your face. moving slow he wants to savor this. his first time being sexual with you, he needs to in-grave it in his memory. trailing down to kiss your neck slowly sucking on your soft skin. “so prefect, perfect for me. mmh i love you so much ”

the words still making your stomach drop feeling him kiss down between your breast trailing down your stomach. pulling your legs apart to kiss the crease between your thighs. lips moving farther down to under your knee and finally working to your foot as he pecks each toe. moving back in place to hover over you, his pupils dilate wide almost scaring you. maneuvering your body to have your delicate leg placed over his toned shoulder. kissing your calf tenderly like it was on your face. lightly snatching your ankle he put the toes to lips again. liking the pretty white polish. smooching the polish on each toe. licking the color to see if there is a taste. putting the toes in his mouth the get the flavor of them. letting them pop out

everything about you tastes good. he can’t get enough, craving you already. he needs a quick taste of you, sticking the fingers that were just in your walls on his tongue. the taste stirring his veins. he is a moaning mess when he pulls them away from his mouth. watching him in disbelief “you ready for me ?” he wants to be sure. seeing you nod your eagerly does nothing for his ego he needs to hear it out your mouth “say it”

“im ready for you suguru” he wish he was stronger hearing his name from your lips makes him weaker. his head cloudy with need for you, he moved with cation taping his large tip on your entrance. it’s alarming how he is so thick, he can the wetness coating him little by little. moving to your clit to slide against with his length, rock against your slowly. your soft moans making his body overheat

biting his lip to control himself, he can’t spill too early. your brown skin is glistening, it’s like he is under a spell with you. he lines himself up with you. sliding in steadily seeing you back arch lightly. his movements snail like on purpose. he doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to selfish for just his pleasure. lowering down to kisses against your neck. legs straining from being pull back

the feeling of him inside you is so intense as continues to work his length inside. stretching you so wide, as you feel your pelvises meet. all the way to the hilt has youre eyes watering. his lips coming to yours when he starts to grind into you. scratching an inch in your walls you didn’t know you had pulling away from his hungry lips when hips thrust into you slowly "mmh geto i-it's so deep" your trying to free your leg from his grasp.

kisssing your calf, “i know baby, i know can’t help it, was blessed with this dick just for you” he trust slower not to overwhelm you. seeing your face twist in pleasure. you’re a sight to behold. he wants to pat himself on the back. “my skilled tongue just for you, my hair just for you to tug on” lips now working in your collar bone sucking small hickies. he puts his arms under your back locking them to together so he can pull almost all the way out of you to slide all the way back in seeing your body convulse “was made for you, made to be your husband”

moving to push you other legs on you shoulder giving you that deep stroke that makes you dizzy. your whimpers are getting to him. they are chipping away at him. your toes flex over his shoulder while he thrust into you again. tapping your cervix lightly causing pleasurable cramps to hit your senses. no one's ever hit those spot in you. you try to push on his flexing stomach. the feeling new to you you want more but at the same time it a little overwhelming “is it right there ?” the tone teasing you. you’re so cute when you nod your head really fast "sweetheart, I gotta hit that spot to make you feel good "

he wants you to be pleasured to the fullest. his hips humping just a little faster. your wetness is coating him, he is trying to hold his composure. your so warm, so tight he can’t help but to moan, letting his moans ring out to your ears. everything he is doing is affecting your body, not evening knowing what to do with your hands until you pull him closer to taste his lips again

something about the kisses has you turning into a puddle under him. the way his tongue works against yours has both your sounds of pleasure echoing off each other. feeling him hold your bottom lips in his teeth as he pulls away letting it pop back in place after he stretched it. “i love you” it’s so soft when it hits your ears. the flip in your stomach getting worse when he smiles at you, one that would make your panties drop if you had them on. pushing both thighs against your chest. his hard chest on top of your thighs while his calfs are now on his shoulders.

your hands move to cover the loud almost sob like sounds that leave your lips. "uncover your mouth i want to maids to hear how good i'm fucking you" snatching your hand from your mouth. the cries leaving your lips getting louder. your thighs to your chest are making you shiver almost and shake "want everyone to know you're mine" sucking more bruises on your neck, as he licks your heated skin, sweat picking up on his taste buds

looking at you he can see the undeniable look of euphoria. “talk to me, wanna hear you” rolling his pelvis just right to make you throw your head back. throwing your reply behind your eyelids with your eyeballs. barely catching your answer when he does it again

“feels too good, too deep, i-i can’t take it” his eyes light up just looking at you barely collect yourself, he is insane. it’s like he gains energy from seeing you overwhelmed. your eye rolled back make him thrust harder and deeper.

each roll of his pelvis has a different noise leaving your swollen lips. “come on (୨୧), this only the first night. i'm going easy on you" he sees the moans getting caught i your chest the more pleasure corses through your body. the way your positioned. his large tip taping close to your slimy cervix.“breathe through it doll, don’t hold your breath” the wetness of you keep dripping all over him. he feels your body tense up slowly “relax into it baby” he moves to drag you through your high. your hands coming to grip his back tightly pulling him closer

you take his advice even though each thrust hits you deep in your gut. breathing in and out. the tingles starting to spread all your body. making your legs quiver against your chest. releasing the tension from your body, feeling suguru take your ankle from his shoulder quick to push your toes back in his mouth. the overstimulation of everything has your orgasm hitting you like a brick house, the steady steam of liquid flying out of you against getos stomach

“good girl let it out, there you go baby” he is quick to get down to your ear letting your ankle go. “you feel so good doll, gonna give you all my babies” your tight walls making his groin churn. hearing your sweet cries. still squirting on his abdomen as he strokes it out of you more and more. "gonna be the best momma, the prettiest momma" he pants freakily over you hands having to grip the sheets to not get carried away with your body

you’re liquid done leaving your body, now numb all over. feeling his tip jerk into you as he continues to babble in your ear. he knows he is close he can only last so long. he has never felt this submitted to someone. he feels under a spell with you both skin to skin, raw walls swallowing him, moans in his ear. your ankles coming to pull him in by his neck. nails searching down his toned back. lips quick to latch onto his, tongue moving quickly with each other’s

he for once in his life is overwhelmed. his sperm quick to leave his body. hitting your cervix with accuracy, the intensity is so much you hear quiet whimpers leave his lips, “i love you” it’s little a breath of air that leaves him. it’s so warm when the cream jerks into you.

“so full ‘guru” you speak right against his lips. looking into his eyes when you feel more cum leave him. he presses all the way flush to you deep as he is allowed making you scramble away from him. making you really feel it in your stomach

“can’t believe you’re my wife” he barely collected his breath. ready to see how you’re doing. quick to not let his high take over his body just yet “you did so good for your first night sweetheart, you feel alright ?” unwrapping your ankles from around his neck. kissing them softly and massaging the skin. moving your thighs off your chest. touching all over your body

you’re eyes are glazed over, pupils blown out. voice syrupy he sees you’re out of it. sees you in a space of ultimate euphoria. “i feel so good” you’re body shivering as he pecks your lips. he is slow to pull out of you. hearing you hiss, as your walls pulse out his cum. quick to pull your legs back and work a thick finger into you. pushing as much as he can back into you

“gotta clean you up, made such a mess” lowering his face to lick the sweat off your stomach. seeing your abdomen clench, as he pops his finger out of you “ ‘m sorry for being so messy baby, i’ll always clean you up. i’ll do everything for you, won’t have to do anything ever” kissing lower to your swollen folds from his harsh arousal your thick lips so puffy. “never lift one finger sweetheart” he is rambling everything of the top of his head. his mouth watering seeing your leak more liquid and his cream

his silky tongue moves fast to work against your chubby clit. eating his cum out you sensually making your body convulse. “s-suguru please” crawling up the bed while he continues. continuing to clean up his hard work. legs coming to trap his head between your plush thighs. hands coming to pull on his soft hair. licking until he feels you’re all clean. pulling away to kiss at your slimy flesh

coming up for air. pecking his lips up your body, until he has your lips against his, tasting your juices and his cream all over his tongue. nearly jumping out your skin when you feel him thrust so snail like into you again

“gotta make sure it sticks doll”

[kithj]

some stories are written precisely to elicit strong emotions from the reader INCLUDING negative ones. some stories and characters are meant to be upsetting, they are meant to challenge you and make you uncomfortable!! when a story makes you feel Big Feelings sometimes you are meant to sit in those feelings and ask yourself why! fiction is a great space to explore these emotions in a safe environment. you, as the reader, are meant to think critically about the art you are enjoying and that includes asking yourself questions like why has the author presented their art in this way and what are they trying to tell me. and then you get to have fun picking it apart and figuring it out and deciding what, exactly, the art means to you.

[marley-manson]

The more I think about it the more I adore Hawkeye laughing when Radar walks in on the flu shot in Carry on Hawkeye.

It's just such a delightful reaction. A lesser show might frame it as an embarrassing moment, maybe as comeuppance for his flirting, or just for humour. Hawkeye can make role reversal sex jokes but he wouldn't want anyone actually thinking it's something he does, that would actually be humiliating.

But no when Radar walks in and thinks he's interrupting some kind of sexual moment it's played like his dream punchline, the best possible thing that could've happened in that moment. Zero shame, zero embarrassment, nothing but appreciation for the comic timing. It's so much fun lol, god I love this episode.

[megumiluvv]

Brother’s Babysitter AU Masterlist

Choso x slightly fem!reader Full Masterlist

I try to keep it gender neutral but sometimes I slip into fem (sorry!!)

☆ means personal favorite

Initial idea

When he’s off work (+ Gojo mention)

Picnic (ft. Gojo and Megumi)

Yuji’s end-of-school party (ft. Yuki)

Roller skating (req)

Unckuna’s Visit part 2 3 4 5

Fireworks

☆Sick

Park (ft. Gojo and Megumi)

☆Dance

Wearing his shirt

Shoe shopping for Yuji

Hide and seek

Doctor’s appointment

Night

☆Just the boys

☆Teaching him how to bake

Teaching you how to skateboard

Road trip

Ice skating (req)

Yuji’s “All About Me” assignment (kechizu and eso mention)

Mall with friends (no Choso or Yuji)

Makeup

“Married” (req)

I Went On A Date With My Brother’s Babysitter

Halloween!!

Little things

I Slept With My Brother’s Babysitter

Hair

Christmas!!

Pillow Fort

Valentine’s Day

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[sydmarch]

i don't even remember where the screencap i used for this study is from i've had it saved in my potential references folder for so long.

details:

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Fuck it

I think I just need to say it

This whole scene to me…

Didn’t come off as flirting

Ok, I promise I’m not doing this to put down any FunnyGummy shippers.

The ship is fine. I like it

But just hear me out on this take, because there’s a specific reason I’m making it.

And to do that, I gotta do a quick analysis on their interactions.

So here’s the deal, it feels weird to call Pomni’s behavior towards Gummigoo in ep 4, namely all her clumsy stuttering and stumbling, as anything resembling infatuation.

The reason she’s failing to play it cool is because she’s suddenly reunited with someone who, not a couple days ago, was previously blown up right in front of her.

Like, I’m pretty sure she was struggling not to just immediately go “holy shit, you’re alive!?” as soon as she realized who was standing on the other side of the counter.

Let’s try walking in Pomni’s shoes for a bit. Imagine seeing someone you just befriended…suddenly get killed…in a pretty violent fashion…and then pop back up again with absolutely no warning.

You’d think the first thing you’d talk about upon reuniting would be something related to that.

But nah, they just waltz in wanting some breakfast like the average customer in this little fast food simulation game that you are being forced to play in.

Now, let’s go back to ep 2

Gummigoo had accidentally stumbled onto the other side of Caine’s curtain, making him question his entire existence. Leaving Pomni the only one available to explain and to effectively shatter his worldview by revealing that he, and everyone he knows, is an NPC. And his reaction to all of this was naturally negative. He goes from panicking at the discovery to being completely dismal over the loss of the reality he knew.

To say the poor guy was going through it would be an understatement.

Gummigoo was pretty much in a hopeless state. Being burdened with eye opening knowledge is a very lonely experience. Especially when it seems you’re the only one to be made aware of it. It’s not hard to see why Pomni took the time to help him. She was forced to suddenly comprehend a different reality just the other day.

“Feeling like your nothing is kinda normal.” is a wild way to try to relate to someone, but she decided to take a seat next to him because it’s probably the most normal thing she’s heard since she’s been there.

And what’s important to note about their conversation under the map is that with every attempt that Pomni initially makes to help him feel less alone, Gummigoo’s quick to brush it off because none of it is enough to diminish the fact that he’s not a real person, and therefore does not get to exist as a real person. Believing that his friends care about him the same way he does for them is pretty much cold comfort when their roles have been literally coded for them.

Even when she offered him a way out of his situation, he wasn’t immediately keen on taking it. His question, “how does this benefit you at all?” is the kind of question someone asks when they place no real value on themselves as a person. He was so quick to accept that he is nothing, because from his understanding that’s what he would essentially be reduced to once the adventure is over. This is what fills him with dread, knowing his life ends when his purpose as a character is complete. And it’s only when Pomni finally gives him a new role, being her friend, that he begins to respond positively.

He goes from a fake bandit to a real friend, giving his existence some validity.

The show has been doing a great job at establishing that Pomni is the kind of earnest person to lend a helping hand. But, considering how she failed to help someone the day prior, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was placing a lot of responsibility on herself to make sure this guy at least gets a chance to not feel like nothing. Helping him benefits her beyond feeling less alone in this strange new life, it was also a chance to redeem herself.

This time she wasn’t going to abandon someone who needed her.

And then he was fucking obliterated.

Once again, Pomni failed at helping someone. And not just a stranger, this time it was someone she called a friend. On top of that, she didn’t just failed, she practically led this lamb to slaughter. She didn’t know the outcome of course, but it was still her idea to take him to the Circus.

It was her insistence on bringing him along that got him killed

So now she’s talking to someone who may or may not be the same person because he sure damn well looks like him.

And if he didn’t really die, then perhaps she didn’t really screw up again, at least that’s what she’s hoping for

However, this isn’t the Gummigoo that got stranded under the map with her and needed consoling from his existential crisis.

This is just a guy who’s still waiting on his Sausage Bacon Jaffle Combo, and is super weirded out that the cashier girl is crawling around trying to get his attention.

And you can see all the hope in Pomni’s eyes die at that realization.

Additionally, her saying “I…don’t know” feels like it goes beyond the surface level “we met before…but you don’t remember me, so maybe not…”

Because, really, Pomni actually doesn’t know Gummigoo.

She never got the chance to know him. Sure she knows what he is, but who Gummigoo was as a person was what they both were going to find out together.

But this Gummigoo doesn’t have the baggage of knowing the truth, which is what ultimately led him to feel like nothing, and in turn needing the validation that he doesn’t have to be nothing. Here, he’s just a simple customer.

This isn’t her friend. And Pomni has to accept that it’s best that he doesn’t remember her. He doesn’t think he’s nothing, and that’s all that matters.

Alright, so why am I really going over all of this?

Why bother making a whole post analyzing these two just to pedantically point out that their interactions have been purely platonic?

Well to tell you the truth, it’s cuz I’m a little fed up with all of it.

I don’t mean people making assumptions that these two characters have feelings for each other.

Im talking more about the trend of when a girl is shown acting all nervous around a guy, people automatically conclude that she has a thing for him.

But when it’s two characters of the same gender acting the exact same way, you get some annoying commentary about how it’s for reasons unrelated to romance and how they “just don’t see it”

“It’s like people can’t just be friends anymore”

Does that phrase annoy you as much as it does me?

Now, thanks to Gooseworx, we are all in a collective understanding that none of the characters will actually get together romantically. So we are free to ship who we please, with the caveat that we are not to act superior over what will or will not be canon. And this is a good rule.

I’m too old to be making arguments against a ship because at the end of the day these weird little guys are public domain and you can imagine them being together in any way you please because they’re just characters.

So me saying that people viewing Pomni’s behavior towards Gummigoo in ep 4 as inherently smitten are misconstruing their relationship just sounds like I’m putting someone’s beloved ship down for no real reason other than just being weirdly contrarian about it.

And you’d be right to think that way.

But when you get people in this day and age who are so quick to label these interactions as romantic and then have trouble extending the same imagination towards a ship like ragapom, it starts to get a bit grating. That the awkward and nervous interactions between two women can be dismissed as platonic and anything more is just delusion.

Like, even people who sincerely ship them tend to make jokes about how delusional we are to do so. You don’t see that in people who ship FunnyGummy. And that’s a little depressing to me.

Now, I’m not saying you have to ship Pomni and Ragatha romantically. I’m not here to dictate anyone’s tastes or say anyone’s reasons for shipping are less valid than others.

I guess it just irks me that we don’t extend this platonic view just as readily towards straight pairings.

Like, I honestly feel that Pomni and Gummigoo’s relationship is appreciated less because of all the shipping.

Their story is so much richer than just another “love that could never be”. It’s the tragedy of losing a friendship only moments after its inception. Of having to come to terms that someone you wanted to be closer with, is better off living their life separate from yours. You wanted to be a positive influence on them, but it didn’t work out as planned, leaving you both to suffer as a result. And all you can do is wish them well as they leave you behind.

A lot of people like to see this pairing as a tragic romance because their circumstances give them prime shipping material. That her having feelings for him would make their separation feel bittersweet.

But Pomni not being in love with Gummigoo doesn’t invalidate the heartbreak of her having to say goodbye to him.

And it shouldn’t. Because he was her friend, for the brief special moment she knew him. And in the end, she did get to do something for him.

She got to wish him a pleasant day.

[falmerbrook]

Theories for What Darien is

Some folks seem content with "vessel of Meridia" as an answer to "what's Darien's deal" but I'm not, and I think at some point we'll get more answers, so here's a collection of some theories+clues I've thought of or seen others suggest in the meantime.

A Demiprince

A Demiprince is "the Daedric offspring of a Daedric Prince or Daedra Lord and a lesser entity such as a mortal". They aren't really a thing this series puts a lot of focus on (and I like that, personally. We have enough focus on daedra already) but having a focus on a major character being one could be a good opportunity to flesh the concept out perhaps. From what we do know, though, the relationship between Prince and Demiprince seems less like that of a literal parent and child and more like the Prince provides some part of themselves or their power/essence/realm to create a new being with part of the essence of a lesser being. When that other entity is a mortal, I suppose that would just be the other parent. Basically under this theory Darien's father (as a reminder, a character we have met and interacted with in-game) was probably a Meridia cultist, or otherwise connected with her and for whatever reason agreed to make and raise Darien. He probably grew up from a child if this is the case.

Meridia wasn't a part of the Coldharbour Compact, but maybe for whatever reason she felt she needed a mortal with loyalty and a connection to her, as well as a sample of her power to do her bidding on Nirn, and thought a Demiprince would be the best way to go about it? Regardless of motivation, I think it would set up a very interesting relationship or dynamic between Darien and Meridia if they ever return if it turns out she's basically his mom.

Evidence:

Darien mentions that he never met his mother when you talk to him on Summerset. It seems like something pretty specific to bring up unless it had some sort of relevance (although the rest of this dialogue is going to be more relevant to later theories)

He also seems to be under the impression that he has always had whatever power/abilities he has related to Meridia in him his whole life (now, how long that life is depends on the theory).

(me too, Darien)

When he mentions that he had dreamed of the assault on Coldharbour and the light of Meridia before, he says that he's been having these dreams since he was young, implying that 1) he had a childhood (that's relevant I swear) and 2) his connection to Meridia and purpose as her Champion has been present since he was young. In his journal you can find in Camlorn, however, he says he's been having dreams predicting the Planemeld "since winter", implying they are a more recent thing. Perhaps his dreams have just gotten more specific or frequent as he got older?

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Something of otherwise daedric origin that Meridia plops on Nirn when she needs something done

Basically, my thought with this one is that "Darien" has been Meridia's vessel (whatever that entails) for a long time, that she sends down to Nirn/Mundus whenever she wants to more covertly get something taken care of. For an example, in the context of the Planemeld, a certain amount of time before it started (I'm thinking, say, months) he appeared in Camlorn as a full adult, with him and the people around him having false memories of his past. Perhaps his "dad" is in on it, or perhaps he's just a random guy who has now been assigned an adult son by a god. Once he had fulfilled the task she set out for him, in this case helping to thwart Molag Bal, she would bring him back into the Colored Room for the next time she needed him (in this case, the conflict with the Dark Triad). In this case, he isn't a mortal, he just appears as one and is under the impression he is one. Usually, his memory is reset when he returns to the Colored Rooms, but, according to Meridia something changed in his interactions with the Vestige...

This one certainly has it's own holes in how it actually works, but it's a start.

Evidence:

The biggest evidence for this theory comes from the player's conversation with Meridia during the Summerset main quest.

She claims that he only believes himself to be Darien, and that he is really something else. (also she calls him "it") As well, she also says she sends him to Mundus to execute her will, implying this is not only his purpose, but also that she's done this before.

Additionally, she directly says that something about her intended purpose for him has been altered since he met you (and she specifically cites the Vestige as the problem). Perhaps he was meant to forget about his bonds and life from before he was returned to the Colored Rooms, but something about this time made it so he didn't and now he's invested in that past life.

The way he keeps returning to the Colored Rooms when he "dies" (his first time having not been within the protective shield Meridia set up, the second time being when he sacrificed himself to restore Dawnbreaker) is reminiscent of the way daedra are returned and reformed in their home realms when they are killed elsewhere. Daedra aren't actually "killed" when they die, they are instead just returned to the plane of Oblivion they originate from. Perhaps that is what's going on with him.

(source)

Finally, I mentioned earlier that in his journal, he claims he's only been having his dreams of the Planemeld and Meridia for probably a few months at most. Perhaps that's how long he's actually been on Nirn?

We saw earlier that he also mentions that his childhood was a blur. Maybe that's because he didn't actually have one.

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A(nother) Vestige™

(or just generally, originally a normal Breton dude, turned into something daedric)

So, from my understanding, a vestige (lowercase v) is basically the daedric version of a soul. Daedra do not have souls in the way mortals do. Instead they have vestiges that are basically the essence of a daedra that its form/body is created around. This is a bit different than what The Vestige (uppercase V) is. When mortal souls are sacrificed to Molag Bal, the soul is replaced by a vestige in Coldharbour, turning the mortal into a Soul Shriven who is compelled/forced to serve as a slave in Coldharbour for eternity since they cannot die permanently (similar to daedra). The bodies of Soul Shriven are weak and decay over time, but rarely, such as with The Vestige, some other Aunic (which I think means relating to Mundus) aspect allows them to maintain their former body, while still have the ability to reform after death like a daedra. (all of this is taken from this book, so if I got it wrong let it know)

With that out of the way, this theory is basically that Darien is like The Vestige, but for Meridia instead of Molag Bal. Alternatively (and more simply) it could be that he was originally born a normal mortal, but at some point had some part of Meridia's power/essence imbued in him to become what he is now (the Ambitions had this sorta thing going on for another example of it).

There isn't really any evidence for this theory that makes it more likely than the others. As a matter of fact I think it's weaker than the previous two. However, it would be thematically interesting to have him parallel with The Vestige, and it would make this line A+ foreshadowing:

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Other random tidbits I found interesting but don't really apply to any one theory

In his final words to the Vestige in the books he leaves us after the Summerset main quest, he rather definitively says that Meridia is responsible for bringing him into existence. So at the very least she has something to do with his existence. This could apply to any of the theories I've already put forward, but mostly the first two.

His powers or whatever essence of Meridia that he has is implied to be finite. He initially seemed to think that he was transferring the rest of what he had into Dawnbreaker when he sacrificed himself at the end of Summerset, but in his final words it seems more like it took away a part of it, and each time he does something like that or "dies" he loses a bit (and that when he loses all of it he will actually die :( )

Nocturnal seems to recognize him as "Meridia's vessel". This is right after he mentions using Dawnbreaker so the Meridia connection is obvious, but the same use of the word "vessel" makes this seem like a thing the other Princes understand or already know about unquestioningly. Maybe it's a Daedric Prince thing, maybe it indicates Meridia has had this "vessel" in whatever form for awhile.

His dad is definitely a guy that exists given Lady Arabelle mentions having worked with him at some point at least 16 years prior to the events of the game. Make of that what you will for however he fits into all this.

Not really related to what his deal is at all, but still a interesting part I forgot about: Darien and Sotha Sil have had a conversation. I very much wish I was a fly on the wall during that. Maybe Sil could recognize more about what was going on with Darien than we could.

[capesch-arts]

Arthur and Nyarlathothep

Let's be quick, Kay? Your shiny keeper is going to be worried sick!

"What? Why?"

Well, he can't see inside here, my good pal. Let's just say for both of your sakes, it's for the better.

"I- um... Questions... Hastur said, you're one of the only gods here that carries great knowledge. At least, one that is willing to give to us."

Awww shucks, that makes me blush! And yes! In fact, I've been waiting for you to come back to me.

"Yes I- what do you mean, back?"

Oh, my poor little lost lamb! I guess you should remember. Addison? Ever wondered why you never blew it up sky high?

"Yes, because it was risky to detonate a coal mine and it... No... We ... We made a deal..."

Uh-huh. I happened to LIKE the gal running that town, and I couldn't let you destroy it! So... What did we do?

"You offered to hide the book with his heart and gave me a decoy. But- but it wasn't you- it was a friend- it- .... Altering my memory was part of the deal..."

So your yellow fellow won't find out it was me! He was still uh, grumpy, at me. Hoho. But, that's another story. Hmm and then? And then?

"I took the deal but there was a price... Oh gods..."

Yes... I swore to hide the book somewhere outside of your mind BUT, you need to let The King in Yellow to PLUCK your soul out from your scrawny lil' meat sack.

"... That's right... I chose to leave her... I.."

We're not all perfect dads, Arthur! We all make HARD decisions. I should know! I had a daughter too, you know! But, trust me. This was the best option ya got. Remember his attack dog? What was his name Happy Dick or something? I don't know. Back then he would command him to kill your little girl. He would Artie. And he'd LAUGH at your face too. So... It is what is, dear boy...

"Why are you telling me this?"

Well, I kinda feel bad for letting you in the dark... hmm maybe? A lil' bit? I'm still deciding... since you stole my ex from me .. BUT, I actually CARE about that big ol' peacock. Well, for one reason or another...

"But, why? I'm not your friend nor is Hastur. In fact, all I've heard from the other residents of the Dreamlands is they're terrified of him. Why would you want to help him?"

I have my own personal reasons and a less personal one. Specifically regarding The Blind Idiot.

"The Blind Idiot?"

Azathoth! The creator of all. Big ol' stupid deadbeat dad of mine. I have issues

"From what I've gathered, or what I've gained from asking The King, he's the creator of all. He's a source of ultimate chaos and that the reality we exist in is his dreams..."

Correct! And a big powerful idiot like him needs to sleep SOUNDLY. And do you know who needs to make sure of that?

"No, who?"

ME. I need to keep him HAPPY. and ASLEEP! If he wakes up then [pop] everything ends... Everything dies... All the chaos? All the cults? Why do I need to make sure they exist? I need to feed that idiot. Sacrifices. Rituals. Chaos. Yadda Yadda Yadda FUCK THAT. Do you know how STRESSFUL IT IS keeping your SENILE BRAINLESS PAPPY content? FUCK IT'S HARD. like- like- having a vein CONSTANTLY on the brink of POPPING. WHOOOO! Calm down, calm down. Well, until The King came and everything was... Manageable. I don't need to make that TWIT sleep happily anymore...

"Why The King? What's so special about Hastur?"

Well, let me start with big ol' pappy. You're spot on! The very reality we're standing in is his dreams. It started out as a "good" dream. No pain, no madness, no death, no FLAVOUR! Endless power and chaos! No rules! No stakes! No NOTHING! Just a "happy" little dream with no in-betweens.

"I thought he's the embodiment of amorphous and ultimate chaos? How is that good and happy?"

Well, a world with no restrictions can seem chaotic to your pea brain now, Arthur?

"Well you don't have to rub it in"

CONTINUING...! A boring little dream with the appeal of boiled chicken...! Until... He had a nightmare. It was a small one. So MINISCULE. So... Out of reach.. yet it became the center of his attention.

It started as a dancer. A jester! To be precise. Dancing in the middle of all that chaos for all to see. So small and yet so blaring! So... Yellow. With a wide smile and a happy little song serenading every flow of its movement. And as it danced and danced, it became slower, stiffer, weaker... And the smile on its face gradually faded and became a pitiful frown. As it turned its last tune, it fell! Broken! Withered and pale... It DIED.

"How would that-"

Come on, Arthur! You're an ARTIST! You should know that you humans could give MEANING to death. But for us? Death? Actual death for us is TERRIFYING. And for Azathoth, it was damning. The slow decay and withering of life, weakening and fading out existence, before being subjected to a fate lower than oblivion. It's the reason why every offspring he has, has so much power, Artie! He's projecting his fears to us by giving us tremendous power. Even though it is ultimately futile...

"How does this connect with The King in Yellow?"

That nightmare woke The King up, Artie. And not only that, he was a WILD ONE. No one seems to know what he is or why he is but the moment he existed, DEATH! DECAY! THE END! Came with him and SPREAD throughout this little dream we call our reality. And despite that, he's still singing and playing his songs like some sort of MOCKERY towards the father of all. Well, until his recent block that is... Carcosa dying and all that...

"And that's why you're relieved of your duties? Hastur became daddy's new favourite?"

Oh Arthur... Didn't you hear what I said? I said he WOKE up not that he's BORN from the nightmare.

"What?"

Let me be clear. He's. NOT. Azathoth's.

"... What?"

Whatever he was, was asleep. Asleep for who the fuck knows how long. Older than dear old pappy, I'd say! And when that little nightmare came to him and SHOOK the Blind Idiot, THE KING. WOKE. UP.

"Wait, wait... How can that be? You're implying that The King is a separate entity far beyond even your own creator, the one whose dreams are our reality. Are you telling me, The King is older than that? What.. what is he...?"

Oh come on, Artie! I think you have a guess on what he is. I can feel the gears running in that teeny little brain of yours. Keep going though! I know you still have some more questions!

"It- I... How does this all... Keep Azathoth asleep? Does death keep him satiated, or?"

AHH it's more like, he's now aware that there's something outside of his dreams that exists... And it's looking RIGHT AT HIM. And he doesn't want to know what's in store for him when he opens his innumerable amount of eyes and stares back at the abyss.

"Is he- wait- if he's more powerful than Azathoth, how can he even exist on the same plane as us? If he's separate from him how is he here?"

The same way he can walk casually with your little meat suit in the human world, that form is just an avatar. An extension of him. Hell! He doesn't even NEED to have a powerful one! In some realities that avatar is a Great Old One born from... Uhh I don't know one of the many kids Azathoth has? It mixes up. For the one you're seeing in our Dreamlands, he hijacked Azathoth's nightmare, the little dancing jester, and used it to conjure a physical form in this reality. To spread his plague of wither and death. An extension of his mockery towards dear old dad. After all, what could be more humiliating than having your own dreams be used to "birth" your ultimate horror? So POETIC! Gah! This is why I love him!

"I... This is too much..."

Oh, I reckon. Sit down! Sit. Not everyone gets to discover how this little globe twirls around without their brains going KA-PLOOSH!

"If he is... Some sort of bringer of death... Why is he desperately trying to keep his city alive? Why does he collect humans? Why does he... Why does he value life if he mocks it?"

Well... That's the mystery isn't it? And I'm sure your little detective mind can figure it out! Oh and we're out of time anyways. I think your King's about to burst through my front door. WOW! He's really clingy isn't he? Luckyfuckingbastard >:(

"Wait, WAIT! I still need to-"

Sorry Artie! This one's all on you now! Oh and I'm keeping your Addison memory jumbled up. He's still mad at me I'm afraid! Sooo BUH-BYE!

"WAIT! OOF-!"

[Arthur disappears]

Well... Let's see how THIS show goes...