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bloompompom · 1 year

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Playthings

One Shot

Pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

Summary: okay, maybe you could admit you were a little sexually frustrated after a long semester, but it wasn’t your fault that you accidentally walked into the wrong room. and you’d only take some of the blame after you shamelessly came crawling back for more.

Word Count: ~6.8k

Content: explicit sexual content, explicit language, caught masturbating, casual sex, rough sex, dirty talk, porn watching, face fucking, some degradation and objectification, praise kink, quiet sex, panties as a gag, mentions of spit

all that to say, reader discretion advised. this is just a porno. if you were looking for plot, we don’t know her here

It started out normal, just like you had anticipated. Why wouldn’t it be normal? After all, it was just a regular, old Tuesday afternoon. The only thing that made it any more remarkable was that you didn’t have class today. Your professor was gracious enough—in her words, not yours—to cancel today’s session.

Her email included a not-so-gentle reminder, in bold lettering, that your presentations were due on Thursday. She hoped you’d all be smart enough to use this ‘found time’ to make any last-minute adjustments.

You would have much preferred to be dumb, at least by her standards, and squeeze in a nap, just like the rest of your classmates. But, no. You had to use this time to scramble to the finish line because just maybe you thought you had another week before it was due.

You weren’t entirely at fault, though. You were absolutely swamped with school with the end of the semester drawing near. It wasn’t just you, either. The other members of your group—four of you in total—were scraping the bottom of their reserves to try and finish this presentation. You all had other classes that called for more of your limited time and energy—you know, ones that actually pertained to your majors, none of which had anything to do with literature.

Who would have guessed that an introduction—extra emphasis on that word—to fiction class could be so much work? So much for your supposedly guaranteed easy A. It was a general elective, damn it! It served no other purpose than to tick that little box next to your degree requirement. Yes, I have three literature credits, and I read the books to prove it.

Well, half-read. Skimming, to put it nicely. Sorry, Wuthering Heights, for the bastardized synopsis that you were about to present.

All of which was to say, that was how you found yourself here, huddled together on this Tuesday afternoon, noses buried deep into your respective laptops, as you tried to put together a halfway decent presentation.

It was a warm day. You could tell even from inside. It was the kind of day where the sun clung to your body like a sheet, begging you to stay just a little longer to enjoy the afterglow. You wanted to listen, but you were forced to take turns lounging in front of the fan, stuttering as it only pretended to cool the room.

Your patience grew thinner by the minute, with every cramp and crack of your fingers and bead of sweat that threatened to drip down your back.

This semester, though almost over, was starting to feel like one of those classic scenes you’d find in horror movies. You know the scene: when the protagonist gets trapped in a closet-sized room that slowly fills with water. It was sort of like that, in which this dumb literature class had you gasping for your final breaths of air. And to top it all off, you had another group book report due. How old were you again?

“Sasha!”

You heard Jean hiss just across from you, interrupting the furious sound of clicking keyboards. You turned to look at him, past the coffee table that was decorated with empty energy drink cans and loose chips.

Sasha poked her head up from her laptop, looking innocent as Jean continued, “All your slides say, ‘Weathering Heights.’ Did you even read the book?”

“No, I didn’t! You know that!” she defended, sounding only slightly panicked.

You could see her edits as she made them, your eyes following across the screen. She corrected her slides to ‘Wuthered Heights,’ and you swore you could see the steam pouring from Jean’s ears. The only thing Sasha knew about any of your assigned readings was what she could find on Wikipedia—maybe less than that.

To your other side, Armin let out a lengthy sigh. “Let’s leave the editing to those that read the book. Okay, Sasha?” She looked defeated, even when he kept his voice soft, so he chipped in again. “Maybe you can… get us more snacks?”

That seemed to cheer her up enough. She offered him a salute and an, “On it, boss,” as she skittered off to the kitchen.

You had been sitting on the floor, criss-cross applesauce, for the last two hours, and your legs were starting to feel every minute of it. You extended them, one at a time, and listened to the embarrassingly-loud pop of your knees.

On that note, you planted your palms into the rug, pushing yourself to your feet as you asked Armin where to find the bathroom. He pointed you in the right direction, just down the hallway. With each step, you felt the stretch of your legs, and from behind, you heard Jean yelling again.

“You’re seriously ordering pizza?”

Even though you had only met them this semester, it was easy to guess he was scolding Sasha again. It was nothing more than happenstance that you sat next to them that day, the trio that seemed to know each other outside of class. When you were instructed to find groups of four, you were roped in with them in the chaos that was partnering up, always comparable to flocking birds.

You did well enough on that assignment, even with Sasha barely skating by, so you figured you might as well work on the next project together. They were the sort of people you could laugh—loud and hard—with, which probably explained why you were fussing over this presentation now, less than forty-eight hours before its due date.

First door on your right. That’s what Armin said, right?

No, that wasn’t what he said, actually. And you learned your mistake the hard way, too, immediately after opening the door.

Context clues alone, it was easy to guess that you didn’t walk into the bathroom. Of course, you didn’t walk into the bathroom. That would have been too easy, wouldn’t it? No, you walked into Armin’s roommate's room. You didn’t even know he had a roommate, let alone one you could walk in on, phone in one hand, his thing in the other. It didn't feel right to say it if you weren't supposed to see it.

“Oh my God, I’m—” You were so flustered you didn’t even utter the word ‘sorry’ before slamming the door shut again, which was probably for the best.

Your heart was pounding—you felt it echoing hard in your throat—when you looked just across the hall. The door was open and, lo and behold, it was the bathroom.Empty and dark.

You hid inside it, your back pressed against the door. You were mortified—hot with it, too. The apartment was already balmy with sticky spring air, leaving you flushed in all the wrong places as you debated running from the apartment, never to return.

You still had to pee, so you did that, spinning through every emotion all the while—like one of those ridiculously-large gameshow wheels you had to spin with both hands. Tick, tick, tick… tick. Suddenly, you were berating yourself. First door on the left. You’re such an idiot! Spin again. Tick, tick, tick… tick. The wheel stopped, and you shifted the blame. Shouldn’t he have known Armin had company over?

You stayed put on the toilet like there weren’t people waiting on you back in the living room. You were still thinking about him. That guy across the hall. What else were you supposed to think about? It wasn’t like you could go back out there as if it were still some regular, old Tuesday.

For obvious reasons, you didn’t see much of him. The image in your head was more like a photograph captured by a shaky hand. He was a blur of brown hair. White on top, black bottoms, cut in half by a tanned midsection that you only caught a glimpse of—right before he grabbed his blanket and you retreated to the bathroom.

If you thought hard enough—and embarrassingly, you did—you could see it again. See him again, with his hand wrapped around himself.

It was so wrong to think of him, a stranger, like that. There was a burning pit in your stomach when you thought of the indecency of it, fantasizing about someone in their most vulnerable state, without their permission.

You couldn’t help it, though. Just like how you couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched together the longer you thought about it.

The image you created in your mind was much lewder than what you had actually witnessed. While you couldn’t even pick his face out of a line-up, you still imagined his lips, how he’d bite into them as he pumped his cock through his climax. Toned legs, revealed by his pants that he had only tugged to his knees because, in the heat of it, he couldn’t be bothered to take them off fully.

You wiped again because you were getting shamefully wetter with every passing second. Then, for some insane reason, you felt the urge to apologize to him. Surely, that was the only solution to make this less awkward; you had yourself fully convinced of it for a split second.

You still didn’t know what came over you, but you pocketed your underwear before pulling your shorts back up. They almost didn’t fit, what with how small your shorts were, but you made it work.

You washed your hands, thinking that, admittedly, this wasn’t one of your brightest ideas. Your cotton shorts would unavoidably slip to the side if you were to return to your spot on the rug. But if this went the way you were hoping it would, you wanted to be thoughtful enough to grant easy access.

Then, if he needed a helping hand—pun intended—you would slip him your underwear, as if that were any less shameless than saying the words, ‘I would like you to fuck me now. If you’re interested, of course.’

It was in that same split second that you knocked on the door. The one just across the hall. The first door on the right. His door.

You wouldn’t call yourself naive, even in the slightest. You knew that by knocking on his door, you were risking the chance of something happening. What exactly, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t just have your panties shoved into your pocket for no good reason.

Your confidence started to wane, and it was quickly replaced by a sinking feeling. The timing was rather unfortunate, wasn’t it? It was as if the sound of your knuckles against the wood dragged you back to reality.

The door opened before you could even think of something to say. You should have had it planned out more, considering you spent the last five minutes contemplating your existence on the toilet. You were immediately consumed with how weird this was—how weird you had made it, just by showing your face again.

You found him a bit dazzling, looking up at him gave you the same feeling as when you stared into a bright light for too long. You blinked just the same, too, as if he had you seeing stars. Or you were going to pass out from humiliation.

It wasn’t like you were meeting under normal circumstances. You didn’t casually run into him at a bar, though you would have much preferred spilling your drink on him to whatever this was. You were only reminded of what happened when you noted that his cheeks were still stained pink. Whether it was from embarrassment or something else—like the telling blush of arousal—you weren’t sure.

All the same, he reduced you to nothing more than a moony teenage girl. You were fixed on his eyes. Green, but you were unable to distinguish the shade because you were lost in him again—the version of him you created in your head. You wanted to see if that version truly existed; how he’d look when he came from your touch instead of his own.

Your voice was mangled and lost in your throat. Like an opossum, it was just as if you had summoned him only to play dead at his feet. You tried not to crumble—swallowing your saliva that ran thick—even when he stuck his head out into the hallway, looking around as if he were on an episode of Punk’d.

He asked, “Is this some kind of joke?” to no one in particular, but he spoke like he really wanted to ask, ‘Where the fuck did this chick come from?’

“No, no!” you tried to assure him with the frantic wave of your hands. The flightiness in your voice only made you more nervous because now he knew you were nervous. You found just enough sense to introduce yourself, slowing your voice as you explained, “I’m working on a project with Armin.”

You could see it in his eyes, the fleeting second that it clicked for him. It didn’t last long, though. His brows were quick to furrow again because that still didn’t explain why you were here. Why you had just walked in on him—

“Can I come in?” you asked. You were looking for any sliver of reassurance in his answer. Something to help you decide whether or not you were going to hand him your panties.

This all sounded so absurd, didn’t it? Like something out of a bad porno—probably no different than the one you caught him watching.

He didn’t look sold on the idea, still eyeing you like this was all part of an elaborate prank. Even so, you could tell that, at the very least, his curiosity was piqued. He eventually stepped aside, holding the door open for you, like he had no other choice but to entertain the idea.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” you said as you made your way inside. You heard him close the door behind you, and you tried not to infer any meaning from it. He walked past you, placing himself between you and the bed. “For earlier.”

“Okay.”

There was a prickle of awkwardness. You felt yourself shrinking when you muttered, “And for this, I guess.”

You couldn’t read his expression. It was like he wanted you to get out but also… not? He looked at you the way one would look at an abstract painting. Like he was trying to get you, as if you were open to his interpretation.

Then again, you did just show up at his door, practically begging for more after stealing only a glimpse at his cock. He probably found you desperate and, right now, you weren’t above admitting that you were.

He looked at you like he was still trying to figure you out, as if it were possible from just a single look. His eyes didn’t carry the same boredom they did when he first opened the door, and the pink sheen on his cheeks had disappeared, too, telling you embarrassment must have been its cause.

He surely didn’t look embarrassed anymore. He sat on the corner of his bed, one leg bent at the knee and resting beside him, and the other hanging off the side. It was like you were sharpening the image you had in your head the longer you looked at him. You could see now that he was dressed in a white tee—covering his midsection this time—and a pair of black basketball shorts. His brunette hair was messily tied back in a way that had you wondering if it was ever neat to begin with.

Something about the sight didn’t sit right with you, even if all the parts you wanted to see were covered and forbidden. It was the sort of look that was too intimate to be shared between strangers, and more like something that had to wait for a second date, at least.

But you weren’t sure why you were thinking like that in the first place.

Much to your dismay, you were still fidgeting. It made you sound even more squirrely as you said, “That’s it, I guess.”

You didn’t need to say it. You could have just excused yourself after your flimsy apology. But you were still interested—and only because you knew he was still interested. It was apparent to you because, from this angle, you could see he was still hard. There was no way he was wearing any boxers.

And just as poorly as he tried to hide it, you failed to hide the way you let your eyes linger there. It was hard—no pun intended this time—not to. There was a lot going through your head, but the most blaring sign, flashing in big lights, told you this was about to become the best mistake you had ever made.

It was only confirmed when he said, “I don’t know if you are.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t look very sorry to me.” His eyes, now darkened, looked you up and down, only once, like he was sizing you up. “How about you come here and show me just how sorry you really are.”

There was a newfound gravel to his voice. You could feel it in your chest, thumping just around your racing heart. It lured you to him.

He talked like he knew how to fuck, and you really, really needed a good fuck—as if it could unburden you from a semester’s worth of stress. Where else were you going to find such a sinfully hot guy, hard and already riled up, like he was put here just to (fingers crossed) fuck you senselessly into his mattress.

You thought of the underwear that was still in your pocket. Before you could decide what to do with it, he beat you to it, like he knew it was there all along. He gave you a smile, one that said he had only let you think you were in control.

'How silly of you,' was what it sounded like when he said, “That’s what I thought.”

He balled the dainty fabric in his hand before tossing it aside. He seemed much more interested in you—taking you by the hips and pulling you onto his lap. He was strong. You could tell just by the way he held onto you, like he could bend and break you if he pleased.

The strength in his hands alone was enough for you to brush off the cockiness in his voice. But even more, you felt how badly he wanted this—perhaps even more than you did—in his touch, like fire underneath his fingertips. Not that it surprised you, of course. He was the one fisting his cock not even ten minutes ago.

But now, it was like you had dropped straight from heaven and right into his lap, quite literally. And as you lowered yourself onto him, the heat between your legs pressed up against his cock, you caught the beautiful groan he let slip.

You ground against him helplessly, letting yourself feel every inch of him through his shorts. His hands, resting on the tops of your thighs, dug into the plush of them as he dragged you over him. It was enough to pull a whine from you—even louder once he placed a hand on your back, flattening against it to pull you into him. You collided, his mouth on your neck. He made quick work of the delicate skin like he knew exactly where you liked to be kissed and where he should bite.

He didn’t shush you, but it lurked in your mind that his friends were just on the other side of his bedroom wall. But he didn’t seem to care, even with all your whimpers as he continued kissing your neck. He stayed there for a long time before ever kissing your mouth. Not that you could complain. You were lost in the delirious feeling of his lips, hot and wet, trailing down the side of your throat, dipping down to the spot near your collarbone that had you squirming already.

You wanted your shorts off, but you knew it would be difficult from this position. He knew it, too, which was why he told you, “Stand up,” between his nibbles at your ear lobe.

You did as you were told and stood just between his legs. His hands smoothed over your hips, taking your shirt along with him. He was at eye level with your bare stomach, leaving kisses there. One at a time, he replaced his hands with yours, having you hold your shirt up for him. You watched as he slowly inched off your shorts, kissing everywhere—your stomach, your hip bones, your thighs—but the place you needed him most. When you felt your shorts at your ankles, he pulled you right back onto his lap, like he thought you belonged there.

The only thing separating you was his thin basketball shorts. You wanted to undress him next, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, with his fingertips tickling up your thighs. He only stopped to slip a teasing finger along the crease. You giggled at it, and it was the first time he heard your laugh. The sound was swallowed up by him, the unexpected plush of his lips now on yours. You liked them better here—on your mouth.

He kissed with just as much passion as you imagined, with his hand—the one that wasn’t tickling between your legs—cupping your jaw. He held you close, his tongue brushing past your lips to meet yours. You were really lost in him now, your hips aimlessly searching for his fingers—for anything.

You separated an inch, just for him to whisper to you, “I want you to get yourself off on my fingers first.” He tilted his chin down with unspoken gentleness. In the same cadence one would use to ask for permission, he asked, “Can you do that for me?”

He waited for you to nod, looking more like a bobblehead because if he didn’t touch you soon you might die. He rubbed your clit with languid circles, watching how you twitched when he grazed over a certain spot. When he quickened his touch, you collapsed your weight into his chest. It left you in the prime position to bite down on his shoulder, just to stifle your moans, as he dipped a finger inside you.

Already, there was a bubble, as hot as an iron, brewing low in your stomach. You rolled your hips in rhythm with the pumping of his fingers—now a second one inside you—with the heel of his palm adding pressure perfectly against your clit.

You tossed your head back when you came, another cry escaping past your lips. It was loud enough that he finally reacted to it, silencing it only by shoving something soft into your mouth. When you opened your eyes again, you recognized the black fabric of your underwear.

You were still riding out your orgasm—drool soaking through your panties—or else you would have taken them from your mouth. Instead, you kept your hands occupied by digging the blunt of your nails into his arms, looking for any sense of stability before you went limp in his arms.

“You gotta be quieter than that if you want to come again,” he told you. You only acknowledged it with another needy whimper.

He held you upright in his lap before laying you on the mattress beside him, like you were nothing more than a plaything. But you were fine with that. You wanted to be his plaything, just for now.

You went to take the underwear from your mouth, but he stopped you just before with his hand around your wrist.

“Promise you’ll be quiet for me?” he asked, his voice dulcet. You nodded, again like a bobblehead, and he took the panties from your mouth. He let his thumb caress over your cheek as he said, “Good.”

He tugged his shirt over his head. You ogled at what you could before he crawled over you, placing a hand on either side of your head to hold himself up.

His eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, following yours as you trailed your hand down the length of his body. You let them dawdle over his toned stomach before palming over his cock, which you hoped to see again very soon. You felt him twitch from just your hand alone, and it had you wondering how sensitive he’d be to your tongue.

When your fingers met the waistband of his shorts, you began shimming lower so you could take him into your mouth. He stopped you just short of freeing his length. You looked up at him, big-eyed and curiously, because what guy could possibly turn down a blow job?

He was back on his feet, towering over you as he stood at the side of the bed. He was quick to find his phone, and when he unlocked it, you heard the muffled sounds of whatever porn he had been watching.

You propped yourself onto your elbows to see whatever it was he wanted to show you. He took your interest as an okay to show you the screen. On it was a woman, stretched on her back, with her head dangling from the bed. There was a man fucking her throat, garbling her wanton moans as he fingered her.

“I want you to do it for me just like this,” he told you before throwing his phone aside. It was useless to him now; he had the real thing. His hands found you again, the warmth of your stomach. His fingers slipped higher underneath your shirt. “Think you can handle that?”

You were beyond turned on by the thought of him stroking himself to this video earlier. Now, here you were—once again, straight out of heaven—like you were made just to fulfill his fantasies. But, God, the thought of him ruining you had you aching.

You answered him by stripping from your shirt. Your bra next, undoing its clasp and tossing it aside, all in one swift motion. You would gift him with the lovely sight—your body in its entirety—as you sucked him off.

But before that, he wanted you. Just a little taste.

He leaned over you, kissing between your breasts and everywhere else that he could. You felt the heat of his breath on your nipple, just before he took it into his mouth. His tongue was hot as he flicked at it, sucking until he had your back arching, with mewls spilling from your lips.

He kept you there, only for a moment, and only long enough that he could leave his mark on you. When he was finally satisfied with the number of love bites he had decorated you with, he rolled you around until you mimicked the woman in the video, your mouth gaping for him and everything. You even lolled your tongue out, eager to please a man you had just met—more importantly, a man that just made you come and planned to do so again very soon.

One of his hands was at your face, his fingers gently caressing the soft skin beneath your chin. He ran his thumb over your tongue, letting you give it a coquettish lick. He used his other hand to yank down his shorts, all the way off this time.

You were right when you guessed he wasn't wearing boxers. His cock sprung out, nearly slapping his abdomen, before he took it in his hands. He pumped himself twice, and when he lined himself up with your mouth, you wondered if it was the angle or if you were truly going to struggle to take him fully.

He ran the tip over your lips. You wetted them for him, making it easy for him to slip into your mouth. He groaned at the feeling—even sharper when you hollowed your cheeks around him, and that was only the head. He was just as sensitive as you had hoped.

You could feel his restraint when he pushed deeper into your throat, like he was painfully aware of the fact that you were completely at his mercy. You encouraged him, offering a few moans with every thrust. He used the first few as a test, like he wanted to make sure you could really take it, then he pulled out of your mouth with a conspicuous popping sound. There was even a cliche string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Fuck—that’s so hot,” he muttered, his voice so raspy that it was almost missing. It was the first break in his composure, along with the shudder he let rip through his body.

You met his eyes again, staring up at him as you patiently wait for him to give you more. He rewarded your obediency by ramming his cock back into your mouth, gaining speed with every rock of his hips. It only took a couple more before you felt him at the back of your throat.

“I knew you could—ah—do it for me, pretty girl.” His voice was encouraging, like you could hear the swell of his heart. It was sweeter than any sonnet, having you melt even as he fucked your face until you felt tears pool at the corners of your eyes.

It was clear he was loving it, with how his hands went heavy as he slid them down your stomach. How his abs went tight every time you gagged on his cock. Even from upside down, with loose hairs casting over his lidded eyes, you still found him beautiful.

What a strange thing to say, considering he continued to brutalize your swollen mouth. All the same, he had you rubbing your legs together as if you were in heat, but it only left your thighs sticky with your slick.

He leaned over you, helping you out by reaching between your legs in search of your clit again. You heard him curse again, just under his breath. Whether it was from your cries—suffocated by his cock—or just how wet you were for him, you weren’t sure. The only thing you knew was that if he kept this up, you were bound to come undone again any second.

He must have felt it, too, because all at once, he pulled out from your mouth. It left you coughing like you suddenly remembered how to breathe again. Still, you mourned the loss of his fingers.

He caught the pout on your lips. It shouldn’t have made him smile, but it did, even as he teased, “Such a needy one, aren’t you?” He ran his fingers over your mouth like he could wipe away the frown. “You’re far too precious to suffocate.”

You whined at that, and you would have found it embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate, practically begging him to fuck you—now—with the kittenish way you rolled around until you were on your back.

Your eyes followed his hand as it reached into the drawer of his nightstand. He retrieved a condom and tore open its package, his attention never leaving you once. He looked pleased by it—your eagerness—how you spread your thighs only to keep him caged between, with your legs draped over the side of the bed. The smile at the corner of his lips still hadn’t faded.

You could only watch him, mesmerized as he rolled the condom over his length—impressive enough that you felt proud to have had all of it down your throat just a moment ago.

He knew you were there to give him exactly what he wanted. And when he cajoled you with, “Hold them for me—like this,” he knew you’d listen.

He lifted each of your thighs and pressed them into your chest. With your knees nearing your shoulders, you knew what to do next. You wrapped your hands around the backs of your legs and held them in place for him.

“That’s it,” he cooed, taking you by the waist and setting you farther back onto the bed. “Look how pretty.”

He walked his hands up either side of you until crawled onto the bed, hovering just above you with his weight shifted back to his knees. He guided himself to your entrance with one hand, letting the tip of the condom slip between you, teasing your clit just enough to have you pull in a harsh breath through your nose.

“So fucking pretty—” He pushed himself inside you. There was little resistance, like you had turned to putty and were somehow able to mold yourself to take him perfectly. Your head pressed deeper into the mattress, with him kissing up the expanse of your leg, just above your ankle. “—and all for me.”

You felt him flush against you, his pelvis grinding against your clit in just the right way. You fought the urge to lock your legs around him to keep him there, your voice nothing more than a whisper when you begged, “Fuck—don’t stop.”

He took you then. Madly, recklessly, agonizingly—whatever you wanted to call it—it was a frenzied mess of limbs and lips, sweat and sheets, flesh and groans. It was all of the best parts of being tangled up in someone. You wanted him, every bit of him, to taste and to touch, as if he wasn’t already as close to you as humanly possible.

He groaned in your ear, his breath fanning the side of your face. Like he could read your thoughts, he told you, “I want to feel you.” He dragged his cock from you, slowly, then punctuated his next statement with the snap of his hips, forcing you even higher onto the bed. “I want to fuck you raw.”

The words alone were enough to have you teetering over the edge again, but you were practically a babbling mess at the sound of his voice—all strangled as he nearly begged for it. The only thing you could manage now was a breathless chant of please, please, please.

After the third one, he looked at you more seriously. You found it cute, how his brows hung pensively over his eyes. It was much more boyish and suited his face more. “Birth control?”

You still didn’t have enough oxygen in your lungs to form anything more than, “The pill.”

“Clean?” he asked next. He sat back on his knees, waiting until you nodded. “Me too.”

Only then did he roll off of you. He moved to sit on the bed with his back to the headboard. Even after all that, his arms were still steady as he lifted you. In one swoop, you were back on his lap—so effortlessly that he had you believing you belonged there now, too.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him to your chest because you missed having his lips there. He didn’t fight it, letting his tongue and lips and teeth explore every inch of you, his face smushed in your tits.

You let him continue long enough for him to ditch the condom. You reached down, stroking him a few times with your hand. He reacted to it—what a gift it was that there was nothing separating you again—with a hard inhale just through his nose.

You held him at the base to guide his cock inside you. As leisurely as one would stroll through the park—as if you had all the time in the world to stop and smell the roses, wait for every groan that bubbled at the back of his throat—you sank onto his cock. It gave way for another break in his cool composure.

You watched it as it happened—the very look, right as it skipped across his irises. It was followed by a breathless sound, one that lived somewhere between a chuckle and gasp, that slipped past his slack-jaw smile.

You couldn’t help but smile, too, thinking he looked drunk off the feeling—even more once you sat high again only to crash back onto him. Then again, and again. Quicker and quicker, until you were bouncing on his cock with your hands flattened against the headboard for support.

He reached a different angle in this position, deeper, and it had you almost trembling above him. He let you continue to use him, anyway you wanted, admiring where he disappeared inside you.

As if you weren’t the one controlling your fingers, you let your hand slip between your legs to aid your release. You felt all your blood rush to your face, flooding you with sweltering heat, and it became a challenge to keep your hips from sputtering.

Your only focus was on your high—like you had become dumb to anything else—and it was quickly approaching. Your shaky breaths melted into choked sobs just as he pushed two fingers, index and middle, into your mouth.

He pressed down on your tongue. “You don’t want them to hear you like this, do you?”

You looked at him, eyes wide and dedicated only to him, as you sucked his fingers instinctively. He smirked at you when he said, “Pathetic, little thing.”

You came again. Your orgasm crashed over you, with every muscle shaking and tensing before you could barely even hold yourself up anymore.

His finger left your mouth. They were wet, dribbling spit along your cheek, as he held your face in his hand. He turned you to look at him when he said, “What do you say?”

Almost like you had said it a million times before, you didn’t hesitate to murmur, “T-thank you.”

He hummed, “You’re such a good toy.”

He sunk down into the bed, his head now on the pillows. He grabbed your hips with bruising force, just before you could fall pliant over him. As if to say, ‘Now it’s my turn,’ he held you still while he fucked up into you, his feet planted firmly into the mattress.

He couldn’t stop your sounds this time. They spilled freely from you, even as you bit your lip so hard you must have drawn blood, still sensitive from your orgasm as he pounded into you. It nearly had you seeing stars, like you were blind from the pleasure of letting him have you.

He was close, you could hear it in his erratic breaths just before he grunted, “You gonna let me come in you? Shit—you want me to fill you up?”

“Yes—” you whined.

“Yes, what?”

“I want you to come in me—please!”

He didn’t let up. His thrusts were still just as unrelenting as he looked up at you sardonically. “You wanna go back out there with my come dripping from you?”

All you could too was give him a slurred, ‘hmmph!’

“So dirty. You’re gonna make a mess of yourself.” He snapped his hips a few times like he could bury even deeper into you. It brought out a certain gruff in his voice as he told you, “Don’t think that I’m giving back those panties.”

It took just one more buck of his hips, hitting just the right spot, for him to nearly knock out your last breath. You collapsed onto him, your bodies sticky with sweat, as you nestled your face into the crook of his shoulder. You were within perfect earshot of listening to his sharp grunts as he came.

His last few thrusts were languid. Long and slow strokes like he wanted to draw out the feeling. You couldn’t even open your eyes, let alone hold onto a single coherent thought, before you whispered, “Thank you.”

The thought of you thanking him for his come pulled another groan from him. You felt his cock jolt inside you. If he hadn’t just given you everything he had, you were sure he’d be hard again.

You didn’t know where your clothes were, and you couldn’t be bothered to care. You laid beside him, each of you on your backs, with chests as heavy as anvils as you gathered your tattered breaths.

You looked over at him, and he was already looking back at you. It was a moment of stillness. His eyes weren’t as dark as they once were—sort of like he was a different person. You couldn’t help but think he looked perfect like that.

He sounded different, too. Almost embarrassed. You heard it in the hint of a chuckle he offered, just at the end, when he asked, “What did you say your name was again?” You gave him your name, and he repeated it once to himself. “Got it. I’ll remember that for next time.”

“Next time?”

“You think I’m gonna fuck you like that then just let walk out of my life? No fucking way.” That smile was back—the big one he showed you when you learned he liked when you sat on his cock slowly.

You laughed a little, mirroring some of his bashfulness, as reality started to sink in. You finally confessed, “I don’t think I caught your name.”

“It’s Eren.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut

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List of dimensional variants/counterparts of Enid and Wednesday introduced in my fanfiction Kooky Spooky in order of appearance.

This means that other characters that are counterparts such as Taylor Galpin, the Yoko and Weems from Agent A's dimension and the rest of the Adamos (High Fantasy Addams Family) are not on this list. Only Enids and Weds.

(Artwork from Kris6758 on Twitter)

First, those with some weight in the plot:

Eamon Sinclair (Chapter 1): Initially named in Chapter 1, with no formal appearance until Chapter 43. Eamon is a male counterpart of Enid and husband of Friday (the Wednesday from the 1973 cartoon). Basically, he is "our" Enid if she had been born male. Standard lycanthrope, though exceptionally strong.

Thursday (Chapter 9): Wednesday Thursday Addams. As Eamon, a male counterpart to Wednesday and Friday's cell neighbor. He looks identical to a teenage Gomez but with no mustache and with Fester's pallor.

Enid Saint-Clair (Chapter 19): The Enid of Woe's dimension (the Wednesday of the '90s movies). Brunette, of Greek descent and werecat rather than werewolf. Affable and nice, though with psychopathic tendencies and a love for exacerbated violence. Loves to fight people who can keep up with her. To call her "kitten" is to invite death. Better just call her “Nid”.

Agent A (Chapter 22): Wednesday Tuesday Addams. The Wednesday from a dimension gone to hell (literally). She's a grown woman in her forties, dresses like she's a MIB and is a practitioner of magic. She's also one of the few Wednesdays who doesn't make use of her pigtails or pull her hair back in any way, leaving her hair loose. If you want to put a face on her, I imagine her as Hailee Steinfeld about 16 years from now.

Wodnesdæg (Chapter 35): Lord Wodnesdæg of the House of Adamo, Prince of the Kingdom of Nova Gersia. Wod to his closest family and friends. Trans male version of Wednesday. He collects his hair in two short but thick pigtails. Likes to wear black armor that makes him look like the stereotypical Dark Lord from a fantasy novel, but first impressions aside his personality is closer to that of a Gomez Addams.

Eneit Synklar (Chapter 35): Enid's variant from Wodnesdæg's dimension and his betrothed. A barbarian and werewolf princess Enid, extremely tall and muscular, usually dressed in furs or light leather armor. Very outgoing, affable and friendly, though she lacks a bit of tact and has no qualms about breaking in half anyone who messes with her loved ones.

Now, the ones that are more cameos:

Chapter 43:

A golden tyrannosaurus Enid and her ape-like sidekick Wednesday, inspired by the original comic book versions of Devil Dinosaur and Moon Boy.

A middle-aged futuristic soldier Enid.

A Wednesday who looks like a living marble statue with golden cracks adorning her skin and luminous white hair.

A Wednesday and Enid who look like stereotypical pirates.

Chapter 45:

Gargoyle Enid. A purple-skinned Enid with horns, tail and wings, inspired by the characters from the Disney series Gargoyles.

Cyborg-lycanthrope Enid.

Vampire Wednesday, armed with a spear.

Reverse Enid and Wednesday: A violent lycanthropic but black-furred Enid accompanied by a disturbingly extroverted blonde Wednesday.

The younglings: A group of five or six young Wednesdays, the oldest no older than seven.

Saiyan Enid: A brunette-haired martial artist Enid with ki abilities, orange robes, staff and monkey tail. Inspired by Dragon Ball, although it can be interpreted as a reference to Journey to the West as well.

Gunslinger Enid and Wednesday, as if out of a classic Hollywood Western.

Sasquatch Enid.

The witches: Two Enids, one of them in school uniform and wand-wielding, clearly inspired by the Potterverse novels/films or other similar works. The second Enid, with green skin and black clothes, pointy hat and broom is more inspired by The Wizard of Oz and Wicked.

Punk-looking Enid with cybernetic implants like blades in her arms. Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077.

Angelic Enid, alternates between a humanoid form with wings and a fire-wheel form with multiple eyes.

Hellboy Wednesday (Hellgirl?).

And those are all as of chapter 47. If there are more additions, this list will be updated.

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wenclair fic #wenclair fanfic #wenid #eniday #the addams family #multiverse #fanfiction #altogether ooky #kooky spooky #multiversal variants #interdimensional counterparts #archive of our own #a03 fic #ao3 link #wednesday netflix #wednesday

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daisybianca · 1 year

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pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: your boyfriend adores disney movies. what happens when you decide to have a marathon with him, even though you know he will spoil every single one of the movies and ruin it for you?

warnings: just fluff, slight angst

"AND THEN MOANA finds out that her destiny isn’t waiting for her it’s insi-- Oof!" Lando whispered into your ear, only to be smacked right smack dab in the middle of his face with a pillow.

"Lando! Stop! You’ve done this many times before and it’s getting annoying." You fumed.

It was a kind of bittersweet situation dating the famous F1 driver. He was super sweet and everything anyone would want in a boyfriend. Except that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it came to Disney movies.

You planned a whole week of watching your favorite Disney movies.

Monday was Snow White; a classic.

Tuesday was Mulan, because of obvious reasons.

You let Lando pick on Wednesday. And of course, he picked the one and only: The Little Mermaid, his favorite.

Thursday was going to be Beauty and the Beast because Lando had managed to spoil every single one you suggested previously.

It’s not that you hadn't already watched these movies. It’s just that while you did, your boyfriend kept interrupting the movie to tell you what was about to happen. One of your greatest pet peeves.

Just before you two started ‘Moana’, you cautioned him.

"You better not spoil any of this movie."

"But I can’t help it!" Lando whined. "I’m pretty sure I’ll combust or something if I don’t, baby!"

‘Nope! No buts. Or spoilers! Promise?’

All you heard was a weak fine.

You two set up your movie necessities. Lando rested his head on your lap while you had one hand stroking his hair and the other in the popcorn bucket.

Almost halfway into the movie, Lando broke his promise. "Hey, baby! Here’s the part where she meets Maui, a demigod. But they split up because he’s kind of bitter at first. But then they become a team."

"LANDO. COME ON." You groaned as you threw your head back on the couch.

He was so childish sometimes. You wanted to start throwing heavy stuff at him.

"Sorry." He replied sheepishly.

But was he really?

With a smug smirk plastered all over his face, he proceeded to spoil the rest of the movie.

Finally on your last straw, you devised a plan to finally shut him up.

"And then they return the st-" But before he could finish his sentence, you snuck up on him and kissed him.

Due to the kiss, his brain short-circuited so his first instinct was to kiss back. Putting his hands around your waist, he moaned into the kiss.

Then you suddenly broke off the kiss, leaving him with a deep pout on his lips.

"Why’d ya stop?" His accent appeared.

"Oh, the kiss? That was only to stop you from spoiling the rest of the movie. Smart idea, right?’

"Definitely, baby." Murmured Lando as he took your chin in his hands and brought you closer so he could taste you again. "Absolutely."

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requests are always open for my wags <3

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Recommendation for something to watch and complete on a off day? I am also off today. Something soft and full of love preferably....

10 Soft BL's to Binge In A Day

(Since I don't sleep and watch high speed I binge full length Thai BL but I'm assuming you want something shorter than that, so I've limited myself to a 5hr runtime.)

1. Semantic Error (Korea Viki) - Sexy older boy discovers pouty younger boy has outed him as a slacker, starts out bullying him, accidentally falls madly in love. Korea hits it entirely out of the Parks by doing a university BL with everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. Korea's signature quality executed perfectly with added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. Full review.

2. Seven Days (Japan grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - one of the best live action yaoi mangas ever made. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat, there’s still more kisses than Cherry Magic. Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. All the angst is just teen confusion.

3. Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki) - I enjoyed every aspect from the casting to the very simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s very low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story. Do we call this cozy BL? Why not? This one is going to live in my rewatch pile, I can tell already, and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. It perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. Full review.

4. Light On Me (Korea Viki - Korea does an elegant pastiche of traditional live action yaoi but all tropes are cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen… and I don’t like love triangles. LoM strategically tailors classic BL tropes to 2 different semes resulting in pristine pacing, plot, and character development, explicitly serving narrative (not just to tick boxes). LoM is a master class in this trope drops. (If you write fanfic or romance you should study this show.) Full review.

5. Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Gaga & Viki) - I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this show. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes. Full review.

6. HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (Taiwan Viki) - super low stakes sweetest story of the bad boy who falls hard for the senior on the volleyball team and then works to earn his love. You know it’s Taiwan so the kisses are great but in this case it also ends well. Only trigger is that the side couple is the stepbrothers trope, and some don’t like that.

7. Cherry Magic (Japan indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utterly bonkers, but cute about it.

8. Wish You (Korea Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.

9. Restart After Come Back Home (Japan indie subbed or Gaga?) - this one is perfect if you just want a beautiful loving movie, and one that is well filmed and complex enough to appeal to those who don’t normally watch BL or romance (if you have a reluctant partner).

10. You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho.

Also Old Fashioned Cupcake, it's a bit more complicated than soft but a FANTASTIC binge watch.

(list updated May 2023, not responsible for ones that come after that date)

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perpetual-stories · 2 years

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How to Write an Action Scene

Happy Thursday everyone! I decided to work on a different post today and take a break from posting literally essential devices.

Today this post will be all about action scenes and how to write them.

Let's get to it!

4 Types of Fight Scenes

First we need to learn that there are various types of fighting styles or rather common fighting scenes that we see in the media and in writing.

Fight scenes can take on many iterations, but most fall into one of four categories:

Hand-to-hand combat: These fight scenes focus on the abilities and limitations of the human body. Boxing matches, martial arts battles, and straight up brawls between the good guy and the bad guy all fit this category. While there’s more to these films than mere fist fights, they’re nonetheless remembered for the fighting styles they showcase.

Fights with weapons: Weapon-based fights date all the way back to classical theater. For instance, Shakespeare concludes Hamlet with a fatal sword fight between Prince Hamlet and the aggrieved Laertes. Contemporary fights often involve guns, and indeed nearly every action movie of the past several decades seems to involve a shootout of some sort.

Fights on the run: Many of the best fight scenes pass through multiple locations before reaching a climax. Think of Indiana Jones battling villains on a train or James Bond dispatching villains using all manners of cars, boats, and helicopters.

Fights involving superpowers: Many a great fight scene has functioned as a showcase for characters’ superpowers—from the superhuman strength of a main character to the shapeshifting menace of a supervillain. These fights can thrill audiences as they push the boundaries of possibility, but writers should take care to sculpt these scenes carefully and not let them devolve into a checklist of cool stunts.

The Challenges of Writing Action Sequences

The art of writing fight scenes involves two main challenges.

Technical writing style. Whether you’re writing descriptive paragraphs in a novel or stage directions in a script or screenplay, you must be able to articulate the fight you envision in your head without wearing down your reader with technical drivel. Balancing specific details of your action sequences with a propulsive story isn’t easy to do. Sometimes a great fight sequence doesn’t come together in a first draft, so focus your revisions on clarifying each action and providing vivid detail without besieging your reader with dull technical terms.

Storytelling during fight scenes. Your fight scene has to be part of your overall narrative, not a diversion from it. The key elements of a good story—character development, rising conflict, and detailed worldbuilding—must not be abandoned just because a fight is happening. A great fight scene will flow seamlessly from the story that comes before it into the story that comes after it.

Remember the actual actions of fighting are quick and sudden movements and it is often best to portray that in your writing with quick, short sentences. Unless you feel the need to write lengthy sentences that is!

Tips on How to Write a Fight Scene

Plan fight scenes to logically fit with your overall story. Some amateur writers use fight scenes as irrelevant set pieces—fixed moments in a book or script that other plot elements center around. In the best writing, however, fight scenes serve the overall narrative, not the other way around. When evaluating a brawl or a battle showdown in your narrative, ask yourself: Does it move my story forward? Does its inclusion align with my main character’s motivations? Does the story naturally flow into and out of this brawl?

Include some technical details, but not too many. When you’re putting a fight scene into a script, you’ll likely want to indicate some degree of choreography so that directors and actors can envision what you have in mind. Likewise, in a novel or short story, you’ll want your fight scenes to have specific detail so they stand out from the pack. At the same time, recognize that the way to a reader’s heart isn’t through minutia. It’s through long arcs in character and story. Bogging down a fight scene in technical details will distract from those arcs and disengage a reader.

Write in first person to try something different. Most fight scenes are told in the third person by an omniscient narrator who can describe every detail from every character’s perspective. Omniscient narrators can be great for worldbuilding, but they’re standard issue when it comes to action scenes. By contrast, a first person narrator provides a visceral perspective on a fight. Which is more unique: a narrator telling you that a boxer gained the upper hand in a fight, or the boxer himself describing the sudden shift from imminent to defeat to looming victory? First person narration connects your story to real life and can promote a deeper level of investment from your reader.

Things to Consider When Writing Action Scenes

hand to hand combat are often quick sudden movements and can cause the characters to tire out faster, unless they have good training such as boxers, who know how to use their space, distance and energy wisely.

things can get messy! There will be blood and sweat. Remember these can get in the eyes and cause irritation ad prohibit the fighter from being at their best.

Contrary to beliefs, adrenaline will not always give you the boost you need. Sometimes it will inhibit you from moving or causing damage to your opponent. It can make the fighter shake, throw inaccurate punches, jabs, weapons, sorcery, etc. Sometimes the nerves get the best and prohibit the character from expelling spells from their hands/fingertips, wants or magic object.

Weapons can and will break. What will the characters do then?

If the character isn't the best at fighting, will they use objects around them to protect themselves? Will they fight or run (flight).

There you have it! Something different from what I have been posting.

Like, reblog and follow if you find these helpful!

#writing #writing advice #writing tips #original writing #writers on tumblr #writersconnection #writerscommunity #short story #storytelling #writersupportingwriters

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Charlie Reacting to Disgaea: Hour of Darkness (Pt. 2)

((You guys surprisingly liked part one of this so might as well let her finish the game.))

Episode 9:

Charlie: "Oh, this looks like something straight out of a classic space ranger cartoon. And this hero guy has the voice to ma-" -!!-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Let me see Gordon... about, 5 minutes."

Charlie: "Uhh..."

Jennifer (through the screen): "Are you scared, Gordon?"

Charlie: blushes "...Humina humina humina humina humina hamina humina humina humina."

Vaggie: walks in the room "Charlie, you know I can hear you across the hall, right?"

Charlie: points at the screen "Humina humina humina humina humina."

Vaggie: ???

Jennifer (through the screen): "Tea time's over, Gordon." ^^

Charlie & Vaggie: blush "Humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina."

Husk: "We got a code blue in Charlie's bedroom."

Nifty: "Yay! I finally use the hose again!"

-later-

Charlie: "Laharl, in what way is checking for potential invaders considered NOT important?"

-later-

Charlie: "How bad was that crash landing that they all got separated? I hope Gordon's okay."

Vaggie: "I'm sure he's fine."

Thursday: "UNDERSTOOD JENNIFER. ACTIVATING LIFE SCANNER."

Charlie: "Okay, great."

Vaggie: "See? They're tracking him down now."

Thursday: "ALWAYS LISTEN TO A HOT BABE. THAT'S THE LAW."

Charlie: "We, he's not wrong. I listen to you all the time."

Vaggie: -!!- "Uh..."

Charlie: "What's wrong?"

Vaggie: "Nothing. I think this is the first time I've been called that and... I don't mind it."

Charlie: "Hehe..."

Vaggie: "Gotta say, this is the prettiest graveyard I've ever seen."

Charlie: "I know, right? We could go on a stargazing date here."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "I heard from headquarters that the Netherworld is filled with nasty, vicious creatures. If we're discovered... Ahh! I'll be molested by countless slimy tentacles and my bodily fluids will be sucked dry! Or we could be swallowed whole and suffered a slow and painful death as we're digested alive!"

Angel Dust: "Hang on, how did Valentino's movies make their way to the human world?!"

Charlie: "That is a very good and VERY disturbing question."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "You see, as girls mature, we get bigger breasts, and boys-"

Etna (through the screen): "Great, and now she's teaching sex ed. Who is this lady?"

Charlie: "I don't know what's worse, the fact that she's teaching it to the overlord of the Netherworld or that it's less awkward then when my dad tried to teach it to me."

Alastor: "I bet he attached a dildo and flesh light to a couple of rubber ducks."

Charlie: "How did you know?"

Alastor: "Wait, I was joking. You mean he actually-"

Charlie: "I wasn't able to see rubber ducks normally again until I became an adult..."

Alastor: "...Oh Vaggie! Charlie is in need of some mental stability."

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "Woman, follow me! I shall find your hero! But I don't want that sexy body of yours within a 3-foot radius of me!"

Vaggie: "I'd gladly stay within 3 feet of her."

Charlie: "Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "What? You saying you wouldn't?"

Charlie: "Of course not. We can't hug each other if we're all 3 feet apart."

Husk: "Do I have to call code blue again?"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "What a landing. I guess Lady Luck is taking a vacation."

Charlie: "I think lady luck has a restraining order against me."

Husk: "She's got a restraining order against someone in this building alright!"

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "At this rate, a war might erupt between the Netherworld and Human World. We must prevent that!"

Etna (through the screen): "Huh? Why? It'll be fun!"

Alastor: "I'm with Etna. After our bout with the angels, it would be interesting to see how much the humans they claim to protect could handle."

Charlie: "Alastor!"

Alastor: "What? I was referring to the humans in the game. Of course we can't have a war here. We just rebuilt the hotel."

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "Listen, Defender of Earth, if you defeat me, I promise not to invade your planet. But if I win, then you agree to stay here in the Netherworld and become my vassal. How about it?"

Charlie: "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

Gordon: "Fine! A hero never backs down from a fight!"

Charlie: "SON OF A BIIIIIIIII-"

-later-

Charlie: "And so we have another unfortunate victim of the devil's binding contract. Ugh, I'm already dreading what he's going to make him do!"

Alastor: "Probably not much. After all, the overlord is still a mere child and became nicer in recent episodes. It wouldn't surprise me if he just have him do menial chores all day."

Charlie: "Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Episode 10:

Charlie: "Looks like Alastor is right after all. Gordon's just doing chores around the castle. I still don't like him being bound to this deal, but I guess it could be a lot wor- wait, what's this about a picnic? They have a tourist spot? They have a souvenier shop?!"

Angel Dust: "Think they sell limited edition sex toys?"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): (Here's my chance! I'll sneak off and escape during the picnic.)

Everyone in the Hotel: "That's not going to work!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Their mission ended the moment they entered the Netherworld. Slaying the Overlord was just a pretext."

Kurtis (through the screen): "They're nothing but pawns to you, huh?"

Carter (through the screen): "What an ugly way of saying it. I prefer to call them "The heroes who sacrificed their lives for the earth!"

Charlie: "He sent Earth's heroes on a suicide mission?! This guy's worse than Adam!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "The sky is blue, the weather is perfect! Come on, let's sing!"

Charlie: "It's a happy day in Hell!"

Angel Dust: "Really?"

Charlie: "Couldn't resist."

Laharl (through the screen): "I'm not a kid! I'm 1313 years old, and mentally, I'm much more mature than you too!"

Etna (through the screen): "Mature? I think you two are about the same. FYI, I'm 1470."

Flonne (through the screen): "I'm... fairly young."

Laharl (through the screen): "You're an angel, right? Tell the truth."

Flonne (through the screen): "One thousand... five hundred and nine?"

Etna (through the screen): "Wait, YOU'RE older than me?!"

Laharl (through the screen): "Hahahahaha! You old hag!"

Charlie: "You kidding? If Flonne's considered old, than I'm ancient."

Husk: "You're only 700 years older than her as of this game."

Charlie: "My point exa- wait what do you mean as of this game?"

Husk: "..." Looks behind him.

Alastor: smiles and waves

Husk: peace out fade out.

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "That's why humans act so foolishly. They judge solely on looks."

Jennifer (through the screen): "Ooh, you talk big. Then you wouldn't mind my body, right?"

Charlie: "I-I don't mind it at all. What about you, Vaggie?" Munches on popcorn while staring intently

Vaggie: "Nope. I could stare all day if I want to." Munches on popcorn while staring intently.

Charlie: "That's a great idea. Let's just do that for the day. We got nothing planned."

Vaggie: "I'm down."

Suddenly a water bomb explodes, soaking Charlie and Vaggie

Charlie: "Aaah! Alastor!"

Alastor: "What? It was a code blue and Nifty's on break."

-later-

Charlie: "It's Yogi Vyers! The Dark Adonis! Be careful Gordon, getting that picnic basket back won't be easy. He's far smarter than your average mid-boss."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer is a child prodigy who created Thursday at the age of 5 and earned a Ph. D. by the age of 10. Without her help, we never would have understood the secrets of the pyramids or solve the case of Jack the Ripper!"

Etna (through the screen): "So why are you bragging?"

Charlie: "There's nothing wrong with celebrating your companions' achievements. In fact, you should make them feel proud of all the positive things they've done. It's a great way to boost their self confidence! Like just the other day when Vaggie solved a 2,000 piece puzzle in less than an hour."

Vaggie: "I don't think that's as impressive as getting multiple college degrees by the age of 10."

Charlie: "Maybe, but that doesn't mean that wasn't noteworthy on its own. Don't let the talents of other people distract you from all the great things you pulled off. At the end of the day, the only person you really need to impress is yourself."

Vaggie: "Charlie..."

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "My my, what a gluttonous bunch you are, following moi all this way."

Laharl & Lucifer: "Look who's talking!"

Vyers (through the screen): "You are going to get hurt if you think I am your average picnic basket thief!"

Charlie: "I made that joke earlier..."

Vyers (through the screen): "Behold the elegant techniques of the Dark Adonis!" shines bright

Husk: "Shit! My eyes!"

Angel Dust: "How the hell is he so bright?!"

Alastor: "I thought this was only a Morningstar trait!"

Charlie: "Dad never told me about this!"

Lucifer: walks in the room. "What are you talking abo- Ahh! Who's reflecting Dad's light off of a bald person's head in this room?!"

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "Haaahahaha! Unfortunately for you, I have already consumed the contents!"

Charlie: "Did he eat ALL the food while they were fighting?!"

Vaggie: "And he called them gluttonous?"

Charlie: "I want to cry! They spent all morning making that lunch for their little trip too!"

Gordon (through the screen): (Now if I can just return to Earth and act like nothing ever happened...)

Vaggie & Etna: "And how do you plan on getting out of here?"

Gordon (through the screen): "Hmm?! NOOOOO! Now that you mention it, our spaceship is in pieces! We have no way of going home!"

Vaggie: "Not at all what I was getting at, but sure."

Laharl (through the screen): "Too bad, Gordon! Your fate is to be my vassal!"

Charlie: "Those tears are getting a lot closer now..."

Flonne (through the screen): "Why don't you change from Defender of Earth to Defender of the Netherworld?"

Jennifer (through the screen): "Come on, Gordon. Our duty is to safeguard peace whether if it's the Earth or any other planet."

Gordon (through the screen): "Hmm... but that title doesn't sound right."

Laharl (through the screen): "Fine, I'll give you a title! I, King Laharl, hereby dub thee, "Slayer of the Netherworld"!"

Luficer: "Ooh, I like that title. I think I'll name my right hand demon that."

Alastor: "You have a right hand demon?"

Lucifer: "No, but I'm thinking about getting one, now."

Angel Dust: "In that case, maybe Alastor could-"

Alastor & Lucifer: "Not a chance!"

Angel Dust: "It was just a thought."

Charlie: "Wait, Laharl just promoted Gordon from a vassal. Does that mean their contract is no longer binding?"

Alastor, Angel Dust, & Husk: "..."

Husk: "No... no, it can't be that damn easy... could it?"

Alastor: "Don't look at me."

Episode 11:

Charlie: "Wait, why is securing the Netherworld important for saving Earth?"

Everyone except Nifty: "Stealing the resources."

Charlie: "I'm guessing it has something to do with all the pollution."

Alastor: "From what I gather lately, it's getting quite difficult to tell the difference between breathing on Earth compared to down here in Hell."

Husk: "If that's not a clear sign that everything's fucked up, I don't know what is."

Charlie: "Yeah, but just like with the angel's invasions from heaven, this isn't going to solve anything in the long run."

Vaggie: "Hey Charlie, funny you should mention that."

Charlie: "Why?"

Vulcanus (through the screen): "That's good to know. I'm counting on you." leaves

Charlie: "VULCANUS!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!"

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Gordon, do you think the EDF would come to rescue us?"

Gordon (through the screen): "Of course I do! I have faith in them!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Vaggie: "That pause... don't tell me she knows about their secret plans."

Charlie: "Was it like this for you when you hid your status as an angel from me?"

Vaggie: "Pretty much. I was always afraid of how you'd react if you ever found out the truth. I wanted to tell you at some point, but the closer we got together, the more that fear began to grow deep inside. It wasn't until it was too late that I realize that keeping that secret at all was worse than telling you outright."

Charlie: "I'll admit, I was pretty hurt when I first found out, mainly because of how I found out. It just seemed like despite everything we've been through together, you didn't trust me enough with something so big. I was worried that at some point you stopped liking me or that you never liked me to begin with, but looking back again, I realized that it couldn't be further from the truth. You were just afraid of hurting me, and of course I can forgive you for that. After all, isn't seeking redemption the point of this hotel?"

Vaggie: "Charlie... you really are too nice for your own good."

Charlie: "Maybe, but I know you love me for it."

Vaggie: "True."

Alastor: "I hate to interrupt your little moment together, but in case you didn't notice, our little overlord friend has received a challenge from the Defender of Earth."

Charlie & Vaggie: "Wait, what challenge?"

-later...-

Charlie: "Thursday, no!"

Alastor: "Well, so much for invincibility. One good whack and it's already short circuiting."

Charlie: "Now's NOT the time, Alastor!"

Vaggie: "Just who is that guy, anyway?"

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "Me? I'm Don Joaquin, the Original Defender of Earth."

Gordon, Charlie, Alastor, & Lucifer: "The Original Defender of Earth?"

Jennifer (through the screen): "It may be true. My father used to tell me about him. Hundreds of years ago, the first defender left to the Netherworld to vanquish the Overlord and never returned."

Laharl (through the screen): "That's probably his soul. He probably couldn't rest in peace until he defeated the overlord, so his soul remained behind."

Lucifer: "Really makes you wonder what Krichevskoy has been doing all this time to not notice a human coming here trying to fight him."

Alastor: "Honestly. Had he chosen to fight me, I would have given him the fight of his life in a jiffy. Or rather the fight of his afterlife in this case."

Husk: "You hardly ever pay attention to the Vs half the time."

Alastor: "The who?"

Lucifer: "Kinda proving his point there, eh bus boy? Now if he REALLY wanted a heroic battle, you can't get any better than the ruler of Hell itself, can you?"

Alastor: "Ah yes, I'm certain the constant threat of dodging exploding rubber ducks is sure to send shivers down any noteworthy hero's spine."

Lucifer: "Those exploding rubber ducks are for parties only!"

Charlie: "I think what's important here is that Laharl now has the opportunity to catch this blip that somehow went under his dad's radar for who knows how long."

Vaggie: "Now that I think about it, you sure neither of you don't already have warriors of some kind trying to challenge you for a fight?"

Lucifer & Alastor: "..."

Lucifer: "I... might need to check my mailbox."

Alastor: "I should ask Rosie if she has devoured any heroes lately."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "Next time we run into him, let's lose on purpose. That way, he'll finally be satisfied and his spirit will ascend to heaven!"

Laharl (through the screen): "Don't be ridiculous! I have a duty to fulfill too! I can't lose on purpose!"

Charlie: "I know this is going to sound crazy but... for once I'm siding with Laharl."

Angel Dust: "Oh shit, I thought I felt the temperature drop a little."

Nifty: "Is eternal winter finally upon us?!"

Vaggie: "No, Angel Dust is just joking around."

Nifty: "Aww, I wanted to stab some snow angels."

Charlie: "Hear me out. As much as I like the idea of doing a huge dramatic acting routine for him, this is a seasoned veteran hero we're talking about here. I don't think anything shorter than the authentic fighting experience will cut it for him. If there's an off chance he discovers that he's not being taken seriously as a hero fighting for his duty, his soul may never find peace."

Vaggie: "As a bit of a veteran myself, I agree. When you've been through enough fights, it becomes easier to tell if someone's toying with you compared to someone putting in their all to take you down. Win or lose, the point is he needs to understand that he has done everything he can to fulfill his role."

Husk: "You mean we're actually gonna root for this kid overlord to thrash him?"

Charlie: "If it means helping that hero's soul ascend, then absolutely."

Angel Dust: "A little messed up, but hey. At least he ain't shafted down there because of a contract."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "You heard what I said, didn't you? Your memory could be wiped."

Thursday (through the screen): "BE...EP... THURSDAY FIGHT ANYWAY. EVEN THOUGH THURSDAY ROBOT, GORDON AND JENNIFER CALL THURSDAY FRIEND. THURSDAY HAPPY. THURSDAY WANT TO SHOW GRATITUDE. LOSE MEMORY, VERY SAD... BUT BEING USELESS EVEN MORE SAD... THAT IS WHY THURSDAY FIGHT ALONGSIDE YOU UNTIL VERY END..."

Charlie: "Dad... do robots have souls?"

Lucifer: "That's something we're gonna have to ask your grandfather."

Charlie: "But I've never met Grandpa."

Lucifer: "I know..."

-later-

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "Now, we shall settle this at last!"

Laharl (through the screen): "That we will! King Laharl runs from no one! Come on!"

Flonne (through the screen): "Laharl, wait! You're not actually going to fight him, are you?"

Charlie: "Flonne, I completely understand where you're coming from, I really do, but you have to trust Laharl this time. This may be the only way he'll find peace."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "You've let me down, Laharl! You're the worst-"

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "It's okay little girl, I'm satisfied now. It may be hard for you to understand, but we heroes live and die a certain way. I was once known as the Defender of Earth, but I grew old and died, and have since existed as a mere soul... How pathetic I felt. But at long last, I was able to fight again as Defender of Earth! I wasn't able to win, but I have no regrets. It's thanks to this kid overlord, because he fought me with all his might."

Husk: "Well would you look at that? You were right on the money, Charlie."

Charlie: "Thanks, but what's important is that his spirit can finally move on. I'm sure his loved ones have been waiting a long time to see him."

Thursday: short circuts

Charlie: "Oh no, I forgot about Thursday! Stay with us buddy!"

Thursday (through the screen): "DID... THURSDAY... SERVE... HIS... PURPOSE?"

Gordon & Charlie: "Yes! Of course you did, Thursday! We/You three are the Defenders of Earth, so don't give up Thursday!"

Thursday (through the screen): "THANK GOODNESS. THANK YOU... FOR... ALL... THE... MEM...OR...EIS...PSHHHHHHHHHH..."

Charlie: "Thursday, no! THURSDAY!!!"

Husk: "Well, he ain't dead. He just lost his me-"

Angel Dust: "Don't ruin the moment, pussycat."

Vaggie: pats Charlie crying in her arms. "That's it, let it all out."

Charlie: "He was a true friend to the end, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "He sure was, Charlie. Oh hey look, Don Joaquin used the last of his strength to restore Thursday's memories before going to heaven."

Charlie: "REALLY?!"

Husk: "What was that about ruining the moment?"

Angel Dust: "How the hell was I supposed to see that coming?!"

Husk: "Funny, I thought you of all people would be used to seeing a lot of things coming by now."

Angel Dust: "Sad part is, I don't know whether to feel insulted or proud of that."

Episode 12:

Charlie: "So an Earthquake in the Netherworld acts like a warning sign to an upcoming disaster?"

Lucifer: "I heard that's how hail works in some places in the human world."

Vaggie: "Aren't earthquakes themselves natural disasters? How is one disaster used as a warning for another?"

Alastor: "Clearly you've never experienced a tsunami before."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "All the kids love me! I have my own comic series and saturday morning cartoon!"

Charlie: "I knew it!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "Gordon, we've been used. Their true purpose was to secure a route to the Netherworld..."

Vaggie: "So she really did know the whole time."

Alastor: "Seems the hero is choosing not to believe her through, despite the evidence right in front of his eyes."

Charlie: "Maybe he just has a lot of faith in the people of earth as their acting he-"

Gordon (through the screen): "I'm shocked and disappointed in you, Jennifer. I hereby dismiss you from your duties as my assistant."

Charlie: "Okay, that's too far!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "With your help, we were able to make it to the Netherworld unchallenged. I thank you, Defenders of Earth! Hahahaha!"

Gordon (through the screen): "Oh my god! We were being used?!"

Everyone in the hotel: "No shit!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Gordon (through the screen): "J, Jennifer...?"

Etna (through the screen): "She's probably upset you believed them instead of her."

Vaggie & Angel Dust: "Again, no shit."

Flonne & Charlie: "Poor Miss Jennifer..."

-later-

Flonne & Charlie: "Cool! The rival has made his appearance!"

Etna & Vaggie: "Yeah, yeah. Calm down."

Kurtis (through the screen): "My goal was to defeat you, Gordon, but it seems I overestimated you. Look at the facts, not only did you fail your mission, but you also became the overlord's vassal. I'm embarrassed to call you my rival."

Husk: "They're acting like taking down an overlord is some small feat."

Alastor: "They're seasoned heroes, Husk. In their eyes, it might be at this point."

Lucifer: "Did you just admit that Gordon could fuck you?"

Alastor: "One, the correct term is "fuck you up". If you wish to insult me, do it properly, and 2, let's not get crazy."

-later-

Charlie: "Vulcanus! Seems like he sent the humans here to take each other out as well as Laharl and Flonne, but why?"

Vulcanus (through the screen): "All that remains is that spineless Seraph! Once I get rid of him, I'll be the one and only! Angels! Demons! Humans! I'll be the God of them all!"

Charlie: "He..."

Vaggie: "He..."

Charlie & Vaggie: "He's plotting a coup against Celestia!"

Alastor: sips some tea. "This tea would be a lot more pipping if it wasn't just a game."

Angel Dust: "Even if it wasn't how would that affect us?"

Lucifer: "Considering he's planning to take my Dad's throne and his extreme bias towards demons, my guess would be a lot and VERY negatively."

Vaggie: "Just imagine how bad those demon hunts would be if someone like that had any authority over it. He probably won't stop at a few of us once a year. He'd issue a mass genocide!"

Angel Dust: "...Good point. We'd be fucked more than me on a casual Monday at work."

Charlie: "I hope they catch on and find a way to stop him."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "It's all my fault... I could've stopped them, but I didn't. I knew what was happening, but I kept denying it. If only I was stronger..."

Vaggie: "It's not too late, Jennifer. You can still fix it and help stop the war. If you give up now, you'll never forgive yourself for it later."

Charlie: "Vaggie..."

-later-

Gordon & Jennifer (through the screen): "The space battleship, Gargantua!"

Charlie: "Oh... my..."

Husk: "That's a huge bitch!"

Angel Dust: "Sir Pentus would be crying tears of joy if he saw this."

Kurtis (through the screen): "Your father awaits you Jennifer. Come with me."

Gordon (through the screen): "Father? I thought her parents passed away when she was a child."

Kurtis (through the screen): "You didn't know? Jennifer is Carter's foster child."

Charlie, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Lucifer, & Gordon: "WHAT?!!!"

Alastor: "Ooh, and the tea keeps coming and coming. I might have to invite Rosie at this point."

Nifty: "We don't have any cannibal snacks."

Alastor: "I'm certain she'd bring her own, young one."

Jennifer (through the screen): "It's true. I was adopted by Carter and raised as his child. He was a kind man. I always believed that he loved me... but that couldn't be further from the truth. He raised me only so he could use me..."

Angel Dust: "That bastard indoctrinated her! It's like he snubbed her soul right from under her without realizing it before it was too late."

Husk: "I heard of cult leaders and pimps pulling this shit all the time, but a military general? And to his own kid? That's a point so fucking low I'd NEVER thought I'd hear anyone steep."

Lucifer: "...Charlie?"

Charlie: "Yeah?"

Lucifer: "...I love you."

Charlie: "...I love you too, dad."

Episode 13:

Charlie: "That voice... Is that... Vyers?"

Vaggie: "Now that you mention it, it does sound like him. But how did he get in Celestia? Did Lamington sneak him in?"

Charlie: "He did sneak up on Lamington a few chapters ago without him noticing so I don't think that's it. Maybe he's a fallen angel like us."

Lucifer: "If that's the case, he shouldn't be able to go in and out so casually unless he has some special permission from my old man."

Vaggie: "Is Lamington the only Seraph in Celestia? If he is, he might have gotten permission from him from behind the scenes."

Charlie: "It still begs the question, what exactly are they planning together? And why did they need Flonne to meet Laharl specifically for it?"

Alastor: "No sense in pondering over it too much. I'm certain all will be revealed as we keep watching."

Charlie: "I guess so..."

-later-

Etna (through the screen): "I'm surprised you can find the coordinates to the ship."

Gordon (through the screen): "Well it seems that Jennifer already programmed them in..."

Flonne (through the screen): "Did she expect this to happen?"

Gordon (through the screen): "I guess so, but she must have wanted to give her father the benefit of the doubt. That's probably why she didn't tell me."

Angel Dust & Vaggie: "It's EXACTLY why she didn't tell you."

Angel Dust: "Carter had her around his finger for years. Who knows what she was doing just to feel like she got her daddy's approval."

Vaggie: "And she was probably too afraid to see how Gordon would react if they knew the truth about their relationship, knowing how proud he is of his job. It wouldn't surprise me if her adventures with him and Thursday was her version of escaping reality."

Charlie: "Well now's the time to win her back and set everything straight! There's no way they're gonna let Carter have his way with everything, right?"

Vaggie: "You're acting like we're part of the action, Charlie."

Alastor: "I certainly wish I was at this point. Destroying a large space armada sounds like a wonderful time right now to get the bones loose."

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "This is a nightmare! Our entire 2 million ship armada is being wiped out by a single demon?! Impossible!"

Alastor: "I know right? Save some for the rest of us."

Charlie: "It's crazy how little effort he's putting into it though. Just how strong is he?"

Husk: "If the fact that he survived being poisoned for over 2 years and taking a dip into lava without so much as a burn isn't enough to convince you he's broken, I don't know what to tell ya."

Lucifer: "Wait, when did he break a body part?"

Charlie: "Not that broken, Dad."

Etna (through the screen): "You really pay attention to the details, making sure they all escape before blowing up their ships."

Angel Dust: "He pulled that off without killing anybody?!"

Charlie: "The little overlord really is growing!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "That's the Astro Canon! The EDF's ultimate weapon! Demon or angel, you won't escape a shot unscathed!"

Alastor & Lucifer: "Is that a challenge?"

Vaggie: "How did I know you two would say that?"

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Stop it Kurtis! You call yourself, human?!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Do I? I lost 70% of my body and something more important in an incident... Maybe I lost my sense of humanity at that time too..."

Vaggie: "70% of his body?! How is he alive?!"

Angel Dust: "Technology in the Human World must be crazy."

Husk: "And yet they can't think of anything to stop pollution."

Alastor: "So says the cigar smoking feline."

Husk: "Trust me, these joints are minor compared to your average plant."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "That's right. Kurtis is a brilliant scientist, rivaling even Jennifer!"

Vaggie: "I bet he's an average fighter though."

Charlie: "Pfft!"

Angel Dust: "You too?"

Vaggie: "It felt like a requirement."

Lucifer: "I don't get it."

Alastor: "Surprising no one."

Lucifer: "I bet you didn't get it either."

Alastor: "And how confident are you in that wager?"

Charlie: "Dad, NO!!!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Could that scream be? Nooooo! He's attempting to modify Jennifer!"

Laharl & Alastor: "He's attempting..."

Etna & Vaggie: "To modify..."

Flonne & Charlie: "Miss Jennifer?"

Laharl, Etna, Flonne, Alastor, Vaggie, & Charlie:

Husk: "Ain't no damn way all of you are thinking of the exact same thing right now."

Angel Dust: "I honestly expected this from Nifty more than anyone else."

-later-

Gordon, Angel Dust, & Vaggie: "Carter!"

Carter (through the screen): "Hahahahaha! You're being a sore loser, Gordon!"

Alastor: "Remind me again who lost an entire armada to a single overlord?"

Carter (through the screen): "As you know, the Earth is facing a serious crisis. The boom in population, the rise in crime, the shortage of natural resources... the human race can't survive much longer."

Everyone except Charlie: "Called it."

Laharl (through the screen): "There wouldn't be a crisis in the first place if you humans weren't so stupid. As the Overlord of the Netherworld, let me say one thing..."

Laharl & Husk: "Clean up your own damn, mess!"

Gordon (through the screen): "I have something to add to that. Carter, I am beyond angry! Give back my Jennifer, Chrome Dome!"

Charlie & Vaggie: "YOUR Jennifer?"

Angel Dust: "Glad to know that thirst didn't go away yet."

Lucifer: "Should I get Nifty to bring some water?"

Alastor: "She's going to need more than she can carry to quench these two."

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "It's been 5 years since I lost my wife and daughter, and with them, my soul. Back then, I was a top scientist, burning with a passion to save the earth. If it weren't for that fateful incident... As a result from the lab's explosion, I lost my family and 70% of my body. A group of anti-space development terrorists were to blame. You caught the culprits, but that good would that be to me?! I swore to my wife and child, since the Defender of Earth couldn't do his job, I would take his place! What good is the Defender of Earth if he can't save innocent people?! A true defender would do anything in his power to save as many people as possible! I can't accept anything less!"

Charlie: "But it wasn't Gordon's fault! He's only one person! He can't be everywhere at once! Even my dad struggles with that."

Lucifer: "It's really hard pulling that off without being called creepy and not in a good way."

Charlie: "Gordon has a good heart and I'm sure he came as fast as he could the moment he heard trouble. I'm sure he feels guilty for not saving everyone from that incident, but no one's perfect. I mean look at me, I gave people hope that I could convince the angels to stop their attacks only to provoke them into destroying our hotel and killing one of our residents. But it's not going to stop me from trying to find a way to improve. And I know I can as long as I got good people helping me."

Husk: "Not sure we could be called "good people", but we got your back, princess."

Angel Dust: "We've been through too much for it not being the case."

Alastor: "You're not simply referring to Vaggie's trust exercise, are you?"

Angel Dust: "No, but it did help."

Vaggie: "Wait, how did you know about that? You weren't there for it."

Alastor: "Sir Pentous told me about it."

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "The overlord's vassal... that doesn't sound too bad..."

Lucifer: "Wait, didn't he make fun of Gordon for being Laharl's vassal earlier?"

Husk: "The defender's spirit must be one hell of a drug."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer!"

Flonne & Alastor: "Hey! You call THIS a modification?!"

Alastor: "Talk about lack of creativity."

Husk: "Is that really important right now?"

Alastor: "Was that a serious, fucking question, Husk?"

Carter (through the screen): "So you found out about it, eh? That's right. I installed a neural override device and Jennifer is now my puppet."

Lucifer: "The hell kind of a father are you?! I'm the ruler of hell and I'm beyond disgusted!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Jennifer is a master of the ancient martial art, Kung Fu!"

Gordon (through the screen): "What?! I never knew that!"

Carter (through the screen): "You never asked."

Everyone in the hotel: immediate facepalm.

-later-

Vaggie: "How did Kurtis heal so quickly?! Did he have a med kit on him?"

Husk: "Wouldn't surprise me if he did."

Charlie: "What's important is that he's here to help save the day!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "I used to look up to you Gordon. You were the reason I became a scientist in the first place. Funny, isn't it? How did things turned out like this? If only I realized it sooner... no, what's important is that I realized it in the end. I bet they're smiling down on me from heaven."

Charlie: "I know they are Kurtis! I bet they're cheering you on right now as their hero!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Curse you all! I'll just blow you all up and Jennifer too!"

Lucifer: "Okay, are we 100% sure that this General Carter human doesn't exist?"

Alastor: "Well, the odds are never 0. Why do you ask?"

Angel Dust: "We just want to talk to him."

Charlie: "Any reason you're passing a gun over to my dad right now?"

Lucifer: "We just want to talk to him."

Charlie: "But-"

Angel Dust & Lucifer: "We just want to talk to him!"

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "Jennifer! I can't let you die here!" self destructs!

Charlie & Gordon: "KURTIIIIIIIS!!!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Do you think I could ever be a true Defender of Earth?"

Charlie & Gordon: "Of course! You ARE a true Defender of Earth!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Thank you, Gordon... I won't forget the... defender's spirit you showed me..."

Laharl (through the screen): "Heed my words, Death. I command you in the name of King Laharl. Lead the soul of Kurtis, Defender of Earth, to his family's side..."

Charlie & Flonne: "Laharl..."

Alastor: "I'll admit, a well deserved end for a hero such as him. He has earned my respect."

Husk: "Yeah. Went out with a bang to make up for what he did. I can drink to that."

Vaggie: "I think we can all drink to that honestly."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer, you are no longer my assistant! Fight alongside me as an equal! As a Defender of Earth!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "I understand. Let's forget about the past and focus on the present!"

Angel Dust & Vaggie: "Yes! Yes!"

Carter (through the screen): "W, Wait, Jennifer! I'm your father! Have you forgotten everything I've done for you?!"

Angel Dust: "Don't fall for it, Jennifer! I swear!"

Carter (through the screen): "No, I haven't. If you haven't taken me in back then, I would not be here today. I loved you and believed in you... But we were never a true family to begin with! You raised me only so you could manipulate me! I'll never call you "father" again! Prepare yourself, Carter!"

Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer: "ATTA GIRL!!!"

Husk: "She beat her indoctrination. Gonna be drinking good tonight!"

Alastor: "Don't celebrate too soon. Did you forget who was pulling the strings of this operation?"

-Angels appear to help Carter-

Husk & Charlie: "Ah fuck..."

Flonne (through the screen): "The Celestial host?! Why?! Why are angels helping him?!"

Vaggie: "Not really a surprise, honestly."

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "Now answer, who is behind this?"

Carter (through the screen): "I-I can't..."

Vyers (through the screen): "If you do not say, I will kill you."

Carter (through the screen): "I-It was a man with white wings! I'm innocent! I'm just trying to save the Earth!"

Vyers & Alastor: "Foolish human, you cannot save the Earth. How can you expect to save all of mankind if you cannot save your own daughter? You have sacrificed the lives of others to satisfy your own ego. Until you realize that, you will be plagued by nightmares. We will be watching you..."

Carter: "..."

Alastor: Looks dead at Lucifer. "And that, ladies, gentlemen, and that technical rainbow in between, is how it's done."

Lucifer: glares at Alastor. "..."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "..."

Laharl (through the screen): "Flonne...?"

Flonne (through the screen): "I'm going back to Celestia."

Laharl, Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer: "WHAT?!!"

((OP note: Did not realize until last night how long this got. Final Episode and beginning of DD2 will be in next post))

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Title: Michael Singer & the Heroic Happily Ever After

Author: darcydelaney

Artist: Marvfortytwo

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 27000

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Tags: The Lost City movie AU, writer Castiel, cover model Dean, Castiel POV, thinly veiled bitterness over finale, there was only one hammock, happy ending

Posting Date: October 19, 2023

Summary: When struggling writer Castiel Novak’s father disappears, Castiel inherits his cult classic “Michael Singer” book series. Following a disastrous first panel of a new book tour with Dean Winchester, the series’ cover model (and big-time fan of both the books and, well, Castiel himself), Castiel decides that he’s going to end the series by killing off the title character, much to Dean’s dismay. Shortly after said panel, Castiel is kidnapped by Arthur Ketch, who has discovered that Castiel’s father had been using real supernatural folklore in his book series, and wants Castiel to help him figure out the spell for eternal life by using his father’s work. Dean sets out on a mission to rescue Castiel, win his heart, and maybe even save his favorite book series in the process.

Excerpt: To Castiel’s surprise, he’s already got a few hundred followers. He taps over to the list of the four accounts he’s following: his agent, Angel of Thursday Publishing, what appears to be a bot devoted to posting snippets of his father’s previous books, and— “Dean Winchester, keep that wig on your head before I staple it there.” Castiel looks up to see the series’ cover model standing in the doorway of the hotel suite, dressed in well-fitting jeans—too well-fitting, if Castiel is being honest—and a forest green henley, a long blonde wig clutched in one hand. His breath catches in his throat. Castiel has to give Angel of Thursday credit: aside from his hair, Dean is a picture-perfect depiction of Michael Singer, the lead character in his Michael Singer series. Well, not really his, he supposes; it’s his father’s, but just like his beat-up gold Lincoln Continental, the ramshackle house that’s seen better days, and the frankly incredible amount of debt racked up from self-medication, takeout, and failed writing fellowship application fees, his father had passed it on to Castiel before promptly dropping off the face of the earth. Following the adventures of Michael through all things haunted and heroic as he fights against supernatural malpractice and devastation, Michael Singer began as a way for Castiel’s father to pass the time when Castiel was an infant. He’d pour himself a cup of coffee, plop Castiel down on his knee, and bounce him up and down as he wrote, all while simultaneously dragging Michael to hell and back—more often than not, literally. “It’s itchy and it makes me look like a fucking Hemsworth,” Dean grumbles, tossing the wig to the side and dropping down onto the couch in Castiel’s suite. “Hey, Cas.” “H-hello, Dean.” Dean looks at him, mouth twisted into a crooked little grin, and winks. “There’s nothing wrong with looking like a Hemsworth, sweetie,” Anael says. Castiel would never say it aloud, but Dean looks better than a Hemsworth, with or without the absurd wig he’s been forced to wear. In Castiel’s opinion, Dean’s always looked better than a Hemsworth, ever since he’d first been hired as the Michael Singer cover model. With a jaw that has Castiel’s gut doing somersaults and strong, broad shoulders that pair perfectly with a slim waist, as well as striking green eyes that can convey entire sentences, if not paragraphs, in a single expression, Dean Winchester must have been born to one day grace the cover of supernatural romance novels. He fits right in among the dramatic, stock-photo backgrounds and large, golden typeset of the titles on each cover, but now that Castiel’s in charge of Michael and his looks, maybe he could throw Dean a metaphorical bone. Maybe he could make it canon that Michael gets a much more practical haircut for monster hunting; surely that would give Dean a break (and hopefully put Castiel in his good graces).

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Blue Lock Halloweek 2023 Prompts are here—can’t wait to see what y’all create!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a superhero fic for “Mask,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the updated guidelines!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts, & credit to the anons who suggested The Witching Hour & Mischief Night! A lot of suggestions were already on my longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for next year. If your favorite isn't on the list, the “Free Prompt” finale is your day!

👻 Find event Archive of Our Own here!

👻 The event is on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

Blue Lock Halloweek (+ 2!): October 23 - October 31, 2023

Monday 23: Pumpkin spice + Do you believe in magic?

Tuesday 24: Masks + Heartbeat

Wednesday 25: Things that go bump in the night + Festival

Thursday 26: Firelight + Dark Waters

Friday 27: Paranoia + The Witching Hour

Saturday 28: Monster’s Ball + Hunter’s Moon (actual full moon date & name!)

Sunday 29: Angels & Demons + Castle

Monday 30: Spirit + Movie / Mischief Night (actual night)

Tuesday 31 🎃: Sweet Tooth / Sucker + Free Prompt!

Now for Prompt Examples + Explanations

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes (now expanded with links & definitions) I took while narrowing down the list to be sure the final prompts were unique enough / without toooo much overlap, and covered enough areas. Only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

Day 1:

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Do you believe in magic?: Revealing their magical powers for the first time. Crystal ball, tarot. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc. AU. Non-literal magic in relationships (feeling understood, chemistry, humor matching up perfectly, etc). Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Alexis "The Magician" Ness.

Day 2:

Masks: Costumes, super heroes, putting up a front, acting like something you’re not, classic masked Halloween meet-cute, secret / concealed identities, spies, ninja and samurai and assassins (Karasu and Otoyaaa!) Niko hiding his eyes / face.

Heartbeat: Racing heart from excitement, fright, romance, spice. No heartbeat like undead, zombie or vampire, etc.. Skip a beat, beat faster, beat slower (calm and comfort). Chigiri on the run from zombies, zombie Lorenzo!

Day 3:

Things that go bump in the night: unexplained (scary or otherwise) noises in the night, whispers or voices, ghosts and other supernatural entities, haunted house / place, anything scary, …spicy. Spooky Owl outside Rin’s window.

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities.

Day 4:

Firelight: Cauldrons, brewing potions. Candles, rituals, bonfires. Autumn camping trip, s’mores, spooky firelight shadows outside the tent, got lost on a hiking trip & have to make a fire to keep warm! Torches, candles, lanterns lighting the way in a definitely not-haunted place. Hell, your favorite circle (Dante’s Inferno) 😈

Dark Waters: merpeople, sirens, sea monsters, kraken, pirates (Kurona and Raichi, Bachira 🐬!), sharks, shipwreck, ghost ships, stranded on a deserted island, haunted lakes, lake spirits, Autumn fishing trip, swamp monsters, bogs and marshes, willowisps, alligators, snakes. Loch Ness Monster

(Fire and water, light and dark)

Day 5:

Paranoia: Fear and suspicion, feeling like someone’s watching and you just can’t shake it (...Ego and his cameras), feeling like you’re losing your mind, etc.. Doesn’t have to be all bad! Maybe there was a misunderstanding before a fun surprise.

The Witching hour: Wiki / dictionary. Depending on whom you ask, the hour is either midnight or 3am - 4am. Supernatural entities / practitioners of dark arts are the most active and powerful. These entities might feel compelled / drawn out into the world. Magic and danger, inexplicable happenings! Humans ought to be at home and safely tucked in bed at this late hour, or else... Fun fact, the Orionid meteor shower peaks juuust before this event starts (in my hemisphere, at least) but continue until November, and the best time to view meteor showers is generally around the witching hour (after midnight / 3-4am). Can also mean the time in which people get up to no good or questionable stuff.

Day 6:

Monster’s Ball: Monsters, creatures. Bachiraaa. Halloween party, masquerade, nightlife (going out in costume—or not—to bars and clubs). Reo buying a round. Literal ⚽ ball (Lil Isagi trick-or-treating in Noa’s kit), Halloween Practice (like in high school or college when your coach let you have a fun practice in costume before a holiday—absolute chaos and so fun!). Whatever chaos and debauchery y’all can imagine. Just follow the event guidelines and tag accordingly! Green eyed monster (jealousy), Cinderella’s Ball (Sae and Shidou!)

Hunter’s Moon: The date of the actual full Hunter’s Moon—lucky us! Sometimes called the Blood Moon. Full moon, werewolves, moonlight, on the hunt or being hunted, spells and rituals, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, moon myths and gods. Celestial things, Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline / astronauts, aliens.

(Monster vs Hunter day, ha)

Day 7:

Angels and Demons: Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈

Castle: fairytales, knights, vampires, dungeons, Royalty (King Barou, Emperor Kaiser!). Also super Sae and Shidou.

Day 8:

Spirit: ghosts, haunted houses, GhostBusters, spirit entities like yokai, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri.

Movie Night: Watching a scary (or not scary) movie, series, anime, etc. So many movie/show Alternate Universes. Sendou living his Hollywood dreams. Barbie please!!! Nagi nodding off halfway through. The guys as a character from their favorite movie listed in the Egoist Bible.

Mischief Night: Wiki page. The night before Halloween for hijinks, pranks, scaring each other! Toilet papering Ego’s house. Can be more sinister, too.

Day 9: Halloween!

Sweet tooth / sucker: Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn, vampires or anything with fangs, bite, ‘sucker’ like 🍭 or vampires, or…

Free day / AU (alternate universe) Palooza!:

Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt! Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if i had time):

Video game au for Hiori! Pokemon! Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all. Barou as the "Cowardly" Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you're reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). Please Omg. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

Okay, that's it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

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