#I am in a state of euphoria no one speak to me

[skyelights-xox]

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING

[huhniebowl]

Pink

dominic fike x reader

warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall

a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day

enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...

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You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs. 

He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs. 

Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you. 

His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.

He’s fully dressed. 

A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs. 

The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration. 

He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him. 

But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday party. 

You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead. 

A tense silence stretched over the two of you. 

"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. 

"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you say, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."

"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!” 

A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.

But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument. 

You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer beneath your skin. 

No goodbye kiss, no I love you. 

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night. 

Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message. 

He did. 

Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.  

It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.  

You’d only worn it once and promised only to wear it when going out with him. 

Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots. 

Completely oblivious to his presence. 

He watched as a giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. 

Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes. 

Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and Aria hotboxed her car with before she dropped you off. 

Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.

Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.

The two tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed a different kind of energy through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy,

Dominic being the only thing your mind was processing. 

Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched. 

His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes. 

He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you. 

With an off balanced sway in your hips, you stumble over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked. 

The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours. 

There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, and it only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it. 

You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you. 

You feel his body flex under you.  

“Awh, you look pissed baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, and pushing it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand. 

The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern.  

Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless laugh, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face. 

His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.

You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but a thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin. 

The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip. 

Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you. 

"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the glint in your eyes. 

"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?” 

You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?” 

You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear. 

“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek with a smile. 

Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone. 

“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.

“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you’d never seen. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by his attitude. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking under his jeans–a grin spread across your lips. 

“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you Dommy?” 

And now you’re in your current position.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.

“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a side you weren’t familiar with, a side of him you didn’t know he could tap into. You’re unsure how to act, but a sick thrill washes over you. 

“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t mean—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand. 

“Yeah, you did, baby.” he slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you. 

“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched. 

You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting to defend yourself when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.

“Learn to just shut the fuck up.” he runs his tongue along the top of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.

“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket. 

He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and he lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your shorts off. 

Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt this before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain. 

“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”

You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left. 

His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more. 

Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.

“You don’t even deserve this.” he finally applies pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.

Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans. 

“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your pearl. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder. 

“I—” You stutter, trying to find words. 

“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?” 

You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth. 

Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue. 

Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver. 

“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation. 

Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him. 

He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart. 

Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow. 

Take take take. You want all of him. 

You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick. 

Dom shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning. 

“You don’t learn.”  His breath fans hot over your lips, slick with your shared spit. 

“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins. 

“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words, and then he dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear. 

“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek. 

Dominic mocks your words from earlier, moving your wrist above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.

You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing. 

“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did. 

“You want me to fuck you. That it?” 

You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take anymore, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace. 

You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “ Yes, please, Dom. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up. 

“Maybe next time don’t bitch at me, huh?” He pats your cheek twice, just like you did. It stings a little, and your thighs twitch.

Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face. 

You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy. 

Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat. 

You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is new. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all. 

You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton. 

You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering. 

Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.

His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. Lips open and brush over your own as he loses himself in your heat. 

“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair. 

You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much. 

Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine works its way out your throat and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t. 

Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck. 

He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck. 

He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air. 

Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself. 

But you need more. 

���More, Dom,” You whimper out. “Please.”

He’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy. 

Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.

“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from behind. 

You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere. 

“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right. 

You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place.  Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this. 

You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front still molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple. 

You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat. 

“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror. 

It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he snaps his hips into you. Your eyes lock with him through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him. 

“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head back against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s. 

“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.

That coil in your tummy tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad. 

You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight. 

“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch. 

“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby.” 

And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, breaks. 

You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat. 

Your pussy clamps down on Dom, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. His struggles to close his eyes, they’re lidded as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm. 

You watch him through your mirror with low eyes. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier. Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you. 

You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both couldn’t care less right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing. 

“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing. 

“Fuck off.”

[kisses4kaia]

* 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫- 𝐫, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: rick and i were all alone on tower watch and decided to spice up the boring shift. alexandria era. (first person pov)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:cursing, smut, penetrative sex (p in v), begging, org@sm denial, semi-public sex.

𝟗𝟎𝟔 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

as i looked out the scope of my sniper past the tall, steel, walls, i felt underwhelmed. sasha was on the last shift and she wiped out all of the walkers, leaving me with absolutely nothing to do.

"bullshit," i muttered under my breath, causing rick on my left to turn to me and ask. "what's wrong?" i simply put my gun down and leaned it against the wall. "sasha killed every last walker, there's nothing for us to do."

i saw his eyes darken with a familiar lust within the blue pools of his eyes, and already knew what he was about to propose.

"yeah, y/n. there's nothing for us to do," he said, walking closer to me. i knew what he intended, but we were at work, for christ’s sake!

"what if somebody catches us?" i worriedly asked, but arousal hinted at my undertone. "well, then i guess they’ll get one hell of a show," he joked, flashing his pearly whites at me as he wrapped his toned arms around my waist, knowing i would never say no to his baby blues.

i just shook my head as if to say what the hell and smiled as i pulled him in for a kiss. i could feel his stubble scratch my cheek and it made me feel that much more aroused.

i felt him smile against my lips and i pulled away, shrugging my jacket off and kicking off my combat boots. he removed his button-up shirt and took off his boots, as well.

he was shirtless while he pulled my own shirt up and off my torso, quickly reconnecting my lips to his. his calloused yet soft hands roughly grabbed my waist, as if to claim me.

he let up on his grip as i worked at his belt buckle. "let me," he mumbled before pulling his jeans down, along with his boxers.

i reconnected my lips to his as he unclipped my bra with one hand. he groped my breasts and moaned into the kiss, beginning to move his lips down my jaw and down to my neck. i used my last bit of control to unbutton my black jean shorts and pull them down to kick off of my ankles.

i moaned particularly needily at one spot on my collarbone and he attacked it, like some kind of starving animal. "rick, i need you," i managed to speak, more like a plead.

he wasted no time and quickly turned me around and bent me over, my hand supporting my position on the wall. he rubbed his tip up and down my soaking folds and without any warning, sheathed himself fully into me.

i almost screamed, and if it wasn't for ricks hand covering my mouth, i know i would’ve. "shh, we wouldn't wanna get caught, would we now, princess?" he groaned in my ear. his words made a desperate whimper middle against his palm.

i know he noticed it because he just chuckled lowly and groaned as i clenched my walls around him. he eventually moved his hand on my mouth to my hair as used it as some kind of support. the pain pulling from my scalp made the pleasure so much more ecstatic.

he adjusted himself just slightly, but the slightness of it and the fast, rapid, past, made him hit my g-spot repeatedly. i moaned incredibly loud at this because what else could i do? i couldn't talk, and my brain couldn't properly form a coherent sentence at the state i am in.

"oh, you like that huh?" he whispered in my ear. all i managed to utter was "f-fuck you, grimes," i don't even know why i said it, but i wanted to, so i did.

my bratty words caused his hand to come down on me, striking my ass. "what was that? you wanna repeat that for me? hm? you fucking slut," rick degraded, all while slamming into me even harder and faster if that was even possible.

the pain just multiplied my euphoria. his free hand snaked around my waist and down to my clit as he started rubbing lightning speed circles on it. "i'm g-gonna c-c-cum, oh fuck!" i moaned, waiting for permission to do so.

rick let out an evil chuckle and simply uttered, "no." i groaned at this. also at the fact his 9-inch dick was fucking me, hard. "please, p-please. i-i'm sorry, please," i begged. i needed this release.

"say my name," he ordered. "rick, d-daddy, i'm sorry. please l-let me c-cum, please." i begged, not knowing how much longer i could hold off this orgasm.

"go ahead princess, come for me." he allowed. he hardly even finished his sentence before i let out a pornographic moan and the knot in my stomach snapped. rick seemed to be nearing his release, too.

his thrusts got sloppier and i could feel his dick twitch inside of me. just in time, he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. i groaned at the warm feeling.

rick grabbed his bandana out of his jacket pocket and poured a little bit of bottled water on it and helped wipe down my back and my thighs.

after we both got dressed, he kissed me on the cheek. "i love you, doll." he smiled honestly at me. "i love you too, you big dummy." i joked back. 

𝐚/𝐧 : first oneshot evaa ! lemme know what u thought and follow my wattpad @w4lk3rss <33 don't forget 2 vote ml'ss 

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Its an early Thursday morning. 6:00am, on the dot. I’m waking up at this hour because I’ve accidentally become slightly nocturnal again, and had fallen asleep at about 7pm the night before. No matter, I think as I chase away the last remnants of sleep. Time to check the news.

Its there, at the top of the Twitter trending tab, that I see it: 

BREAKING: Buckingham Palace says Queen Elizabeth II is under medical supervision because doctors are "concerned for Her Majesty’s health." 

Many of the Royal Family are at her side. The people of the United Kingdom are preparing for the worst. I feel adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Tumblr, I think in a moment of hysteria. I must go to Tumblr. They must be in a state of euphoria over the news.

I head over to Tumblr.

I check the trending page, expecting “Queen Elizabeth” or “down with the monarchy” or something of the sort to be at the #1 spot on the tab.

Surely, at the very least, “crab rave”

Right?

...

I stare blankly at my screen. I am in a state of shock. Too stunned to speak, some may say.

How? I beseech. How is this trending over the Queen of England’s health scare? The one that may very well cause of the end of the British monarchy as we know it?!

But I’ve been on this Hellsite longer than I’ve been able to formulate intelligent thoughts. I know they wouldn’t trend Undertale this high for no reason. And if its a new Deltarune update, well, I certainly can’t complain. I am a fan of the franchise, after all.

So I check the Undertale tag.

“AND WITH THAT, SANS UNDERTALE HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN CROWNED ULTIMATE TUMBLR SEXYMAN”

As the Sisters Moirai would have it, I had peacefully slept through a war. A war of ultimate consequence, that would decide the fate of two illustrious*, two remarkably renown communities, nay, kingdoms, over who could win perhaps the greatest, most dangerous prize. A prize which has spilt endless miles of bloodshed in its pursuit, which has devastated entire lands, decimated people in both mind and body until they were completely and utterly unrecognizable.

The prize, the title, of who was to be... the Ultimate Tumblr Sexyman.

The contenders: Sans the Skeleton of the hit RPG “Undertale” and Reigen Arataka from the popular shonen anime “Mob Psycho 100”

As it was transcribed, the battle had met many close encounters, but in the end, Sans the Skeleton would come to win the crown and claim victory over Reigen by a total of 420 votes (i shit you not it was 420 votes exactly i cannot believe you assholes managed to get it by 420 votes yall are actual meme trash and i am both disgusted and awe inspired by your cursed efforts)

Though I was unable to experience the spectacle myself, I had bore direct witness to the fallout. The internet now had an abundance of Super Smash-like fan content of Sans and Reigen engaged in combat, and there was an apparent brief rise in S̵͖̫̿̌ạ̸̛̎̚n̶͔͈͗͂̄s̷͉̚m̴͌͋͜͝a̴̻͚̺͛͆ē̶̤̔͗d̶̛̖̰͒͊a̷͙̜͙̾͗. Toby Fox himself has gotten involved by using Twitter to publish fanfiction. That was perhaps the hardest for me to accept.

Thus, it was on September 7 of the year 2022 that the battle of Sans vs Reigen had occurred and concluded. From what I had heard, it was a legendary event that would be seared into the minds of every Tumblrina, and forever remembered throughout the tales of human history.

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I took more psychic damage waking up to all of this than I did the day my father ended up in hospice after having a stroke on a school day so thanks for that and have a good one

* “well known, respected, and admired for past achievements”; yes I knew some of you would struggle with this one

[ethanlvndry]

Yeah, I said it.

Pairing:Chad Meeks-Martin X Black!Reader

Type:Smut

Warnings:Spanking(barely), Dacryphilia, consensual picture taking, weed.

♡♡♡

"Go in slow, but I want you to pipe it"

Chad preps my hole with his thick, long fingers. He laughs at my whines, and pleas for him to go faster.

"Hold on, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself"

His words keep me still for only 10 seconds before I'm pushing my hips back onto his fingers.

"Need it so bad! Please, Chad!"

He rolls his eyes before taking his fingers out of me. Leaving me clenching on nothing. I squint my eyes shut until I hear the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened. I turn my head slightly only for it to be forced back forward by a pair of hands.

"Eyes ahead, princess"

"Take it home on your camera phone"

As I'm on my way to my fifth orgasm from Chad's cock, I hear him rummaging for something on the dresser. I close my eyes and think nothing of it until I hear a sound camera shutter. I open my eyes to see Chad taking pictures of me in my fucked out haze. Not only fucked up from Chad, but the blunts we hit earlier.

He puts the camera closer to my face, and on closer inspection, I see how red I am. Not just my eyes, but my neck too. The love bites appear red, even through my melanated skin.

I try to steady my breath, but Chad catches on, and he wants to make this as difficult as possible for me.

"Dickin' you down real good, huh? Fucking stirring up those guts huh?"

His questions are answered with my screams of pleasure, vibrating through my walls, definitely notifying my dorm level about what's happening.

"So cockdrunk you can't even speak. Ya can't even comprehend what I'm saying to you.

I try to make something come out of my mouth, but all that comes but is drool, dripping out the sides of my my mouth and small incomprehensible babbles.

"You could be rough, boy, but you won't"

As Chad pulls out of me, I hear him laugh at my whines of discomfort. Despite that, I noticed a slight falter in his movements compared to his earlier rough ones.

He rolls me onto my stomach to fold me in half, just to fuck me back into a deep state of euphoria.

I cry, but not because it feels good. But because I love him. I love Chad so much, and I don't think he knows it. But he'll know, especially after I pay him back for how he's made me feel on our own time.

"Yeah, I said it."

Like I said, I'm paying Chad back for the way he's made me feel. Situating myself right between his legs, my head bobbing up and down on his long, and girthy cock. My hands cradling what couldn't fit down my throat. I felt myself wanting to cum just at his sounds. The state I was in, no doubt, giving him a reason to get hard again. Fluid all over my face, neck, and chest. A mixture of cum, saliva, and tears. My throat taking what I could to the best of my ability.

Gosh, I could never get tired of this.

[thxliaaa]

i wanna be your girlfriend | robin buckley

synopsis - in which you and robin were only friends, but she (you both) wanted more.

pairing - robin buckley x reader

warning/s - cussing, mentions of cheating

based on the song "i wanna be your girlfriend" by girl in red

and the first scene is inspired by the bathroom-door scene in euphoria. kinda short so i'm sorry for that.

enjoy ;)

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“Open the fucking door, Nancy!” you banged on the door as tears started rolling down your face. “Open the fucking door, Nancy!” 

“Come outside and tell me it was worth it!” 

“Sweetheart, let’s go, she’s not worth it” Robin said as she was rubbing your shoulder, trying to comfort you. “No! I will not go unless she goes outside to talk” you protested while still banging on the door and shaking the doorknob. 

Nancy on the other side, started crying. Who does she think she is? She had the audacity to cry at this moment knowing damn well she slept with your boyfriend. 

“We’ve been best friends since kindergarten! How can you do this to me?” Once again, banging on the door and shaking the doorknob in hopes that Nancy would open it. “Nancy, open the fucking door!” 

Your knees finally gave up as you slowly fell down to the floor. Trying to process everything was so hard, your best friend since kindergarten, and your boyfriend of one year. You felt as if your heart was ripped out from inside of you. How can they do this to you? 

You’ve been here for a few minutes, tears trickling down your face as Robin was comforting you, rubbing your back with her hands. It wasn’t worth it, and there wasn’t any hope. She’s not coming out, she’s a coward. 

Standing up once again, you banged on the door, and shook the doorknob. She’s still there. You got tired of this bullshit. “You’re a fucking coward Nancy, and I would’ve never have done this to you!” You leaned in against the door, “I would’ve never have done this to you!” 

Running away from this place as fast as you can, and as far as your legs can take you. You reached Lover’s Lake, unbeknownst to you, Robin was actually behind you. 

Crying as hard as you can, you buried your face in your hands, trying to process everything that happened. “Hey dove, it’s gonna be ok”. Robin walked up to you, as the two of you hugged. 

Pulling away, you looked at her, “Steve put me through hell, and now he took my fucking best friend? Like what the fuck?” You cried harder as you buried your face onto her chest. 

Robin never complained, she loved you. Seeing you at your worst felt like hell, all she wanted was for you to be happy for once. “Let it all out dove, let it all out” 

“Thanks Robin, you’re such a good friend” You mumbled. She let out a fake smile. 

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips. 

Two months had passed by, and Robin was a big help to you. Nancy and Steve made it official afterwards, which sometimes didn’t help at all. You scoffed at the thought of that, they were nothing but bitches. 

“Ooh! Let’s get ice cream!” Robin suggested as she pulled you towards the ice cream store. Speak of the Devil, they were there. Robin’s face fell as she looked at you with worry. Steve and Nancy, looked at you with pity but failed to hide it, you only grimaced at them in reply. 

You were about to say something until Robin, who didn’t even spare a second, pulled you out of the store, and dragged you to God knows where before turning to look at you. “Hey (Y/n/n), are you okay?” She asked, worry laced in her voice. 

“I am, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Well you know, the people who were at the ice cream shop?” she stated, “Who cares about them, it’s our day today!” You laugh in excitement as you pull her in for a hug. “I’m so glad I have someone like you, Robin” 

The brunette, who was in shock at first, hugged you tightly while pulling you closer to her. “You’ll always have me, dove” 

I wanna touch you, but not like this

More months had passed by, and what once was friendship blossomed into something else. You thought it was only normal feeling jealousy whenever you saw Robin talking to another girl. Thinking that it was normal, that you would want to hold her every second of every day. 

Until one day, Robin told you about Vickie, the girl she liked. Saying that you were in pain would be an understatement. You were distraught, in the depths of despair rather. That’s when you knew, your caring for her wasn’t platonic at all, it was romantically. 

It wasn’t the same as before, Robin only talked about Vickie everytime you two would hang out. Vickie this, Vickie that, Vickie would be the topic of everything, and you were sick of it. 

Now, walking with Robin along the road, she was telling you about how she and Vickie talked today. There was a beast inside of you that finally snapped, you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

“No offense, Robin. It’s always Vickie this, Vickie that. It’s almost as if you only cared about Vickie, and not me!” You exclaimed, “Okay, that’s kinda selfish of you, dove. I’m so sorry” She replied as she let out a humorless laugh. 

“No it’s not okay! I can’t believe how blind you have been!” 

“Dove, i don’t get what you’re saying” Robin tilted her head to the side. “Can’t you see? I’m in love with you. I wanna be your girlfriend, Robin” 

So much can happen in a second, one can die, one can fall in love, and one can ruin their friendship. And you stood in front of Robin, as you two were dumbfounded. 

You try to do something you were always good at, you tried to run. 

However, thanks to her fast reflexes, Robin got a hold of your wrist and pulled you towards her, as she kissed you passionately.

You were shocked at this sudden gesture, yet you went along with it. The kiss wasn’t rough, and it wasn’t full of lust at all. It was slow, and passionate, as if you were telling someone you love them, but with your mouth. 

Wrapping your hands around her neck, you pulled her closer as she did the same thing, but with her hands around your waist. 

Pulling away as you both gasped for air, everything felt surreal. The two of you could only do so much but stare. Just stare at each other, lovingly. 

“I love you” 

“I love you, too” you said back as you pulled her in for another long, passionate kiss. 

And at that moment, no words were exchanged. Just two lovers passionately kissing each other. 

I wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

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[askganon]

Sir, you do not know me, nor I you really, but despite the fact that we clearly have major philosophical differences, I still find you highly respectable. I haven't spoken to you as of yet due to this, as I have doubted that I could find a topic that would lead somewhere of benefit that others have not already asked at length about. All this is quite a long winded way to state that, now that I've actually thought of a topic to broach, I am genuinely curious as to your thoughts and do not speak on a whim and hope you may give my ramble some thought as well.

On the topic of alcohol (and any other drug/intoxicant that you may partake in for that matter), I am curious, what exactly do you find pleasurable about any of it and why do you believe you find it pleasurable? I have always found the feeling of drunkenness to be mildly annoying at best and highly distressing at worst. The same traits that others describe as positive have always been hellish to me. For the physical sensations others have described have always sounded identical to my experiences of things such as "being in extreme pain" and "recovering from surgery", which even being slightly tipsy tends to resemble for me. As for the social aspects, many say they find it easier to socialize and that it makes one more open to things, but if you are intending to meet others, wouldn't it be better to know their personality for how it is outside of intoxication? And if one is simply looking to have a good experience, wouldn't it be better to seek one that can be more easily remembered? And being around drunken folk while sober has never been pleasant either, as I find it to be closer to babysitting than anything. To each their own as they say, but I simply find this baffling, so I'd like to hear your thoughts. Perhaps this is simply something that is not meant to be fully known or understood, but to leave questions unanswered is against my nature. After all, a sickly child who grows into a sickly adult is often left only with the company of books, and that has long since given me a hunger to know everything I can. One of my flaws I suppose

And as this is much longer than I intended, I shall try to leave that thought here, I think. For it is late and I am stressed, as tonight is the anniversary of my birthday so tomorrow I will be expected to take part in celebrations that, as my culture dictates, will most certainly involve drinking. I expect the social pressures to be nearly as miserable as the act itself would be. For listening to my late night rambling, which I hope does not bore you, sarqso

Your patience alone to seek out a topic as of yet discussed already elevates you above the common rabble in my eyes, disagreements or no. For this, I will indeed take my own time in answering your original thoughts and inquiries to the extent of my ability.

First, allow me to dissuade any possible worries you may hold regarding my character when it comes to alcohol. I do not ingest it for the sole purpose of wild intoxication.

Many who imbibe do so for this reason, but I am not among them. When I drink, and understand that it is not a daily occurrence, I do so to feel an ease from my burdens.

There are seven stages of intoxication, ranging from sobriety to death. When I drink, I take care to keep myself within the first two stages; sobriety and euphoria. I need no further intoxication than them, and will keep myself within those controllable levels.

In extreme cases, and very rare moments, I have found myself delving into the third stage; excitement. However, I do not enter this stage lightly, and it is almost always with a host of Sisters that I have allowed myself such indulgence.

I am also aware that alcohol effects everyone differently. What has been a pleasant experience for me might be incredibly uncomfortable for you. There is no shame in this, as I have been in the company of many Gerudo who have preferred sobriety to intoxication. Likewise, I have known some Gerudo... and Hylian Kings, who preferred a lifetime of intoxication to a moment of sobriety.

It can be a tool of momentary release if it is controlled, or an unbreakable chain of misery and dependency if it is not. As with everything, it is fine in moderation.

When it comes to alcohol: learn your limits, and respect them.

[ichor-for-the-incubus]

Corruption || Part 1

Basically a story written in first person. Highly inspired by alter-humanity stuff related to perceiving myself as an incubus. But hey perhaps others will find interest in this as well. Additionally writing is always a nice way to get out some... interesting feelings. I'm starting this at a more suggestive area and slowly going to let the story spiral out into being incredibly sexual and depraved.

Side note: The genitalia of the MC will change on and off in this in a sorta mind-fuckey way based on him being an incubus and is done by the narrator on purpose. It's kinda similar to if a trans guy were to put on/take off a prosthetic but more so done with magic. This will be a thing that remains the same throughout the entirety of the series. Default and when topping he typically will have a dick. For bottoming (still domming) he has bottom growth and a cunt.

Content Warning: Religious speech, corruption, face fucking/blow-job, power bottom, degradation, primal predator/prey language,

I want to corrupt a young priest- a man who just swore himself to god and came out of Seminary. A kind and devout pastor, who has yet to be taken and coerced by lust and gluttony for power in his position of the head of a congregation. It is only right and just for me as an incubus to corrupt him in the most pleasurable and freeing way. He would not know it, but I would be saving him from an even worse fate- the hands of a callous and controlling god wrapped around his throat. I mourn for all the souls who would never get a taste of true euphoria. But he… he still has a chance, and perhaps he could take his congregation with him, if luck so allows. He's far too trusting, too kind, too open to the ideas of others. If it weren't me, someone else would get to him first.

Upon entering the church one faithful night I found myself walking up to his side. As much as one may hope their holy structures may keep the demons at bay- the sins of those before them have tainted the buildings purity, there are no seals unbroken. I can keep the form of a human well, I dressed myself up and put on a desperate, lost look. I was battling through horrific times and experiences, I was dealing with so many sinful thoughts and found it hard to keep myself from indulgence. I told him I had turned away from God in a foolish bout of teenage rebellion some years ago, and now had come to find how empty and lost I was without him. The lies came with great ease- the same lies I had spoken since my birth. The false allegiance to a being I held nothing but contempt towards.

He listens to my sorry tale, he comforts me and asks me if I have a place to go, and I tell him with no uncertainty that I no longer have anyone there for me or anything of my own. I am alone in this cold desolate world due to my own foolishness and vanity. "Worry not child, I will give you aid, you will be cared for and given a place to stay, however small it may be," his words do not fall on deaf ears. "First I must make sure of something for the sake of your own comfort, my child. The only place we do have that you may be able to stay until you get on your feet is one of the rooms in my home. My house is within the grounds of the church and as such is open to those such as yourself- you need not pay any rent to stay and I will not by any means go into your space without permission or reason," he explained, taking a step back. He seemed pleased when I nodded my head in acceptance of his proposition.

"Thank you father! Surely there is something I can do to make up for your generosity, some way I can service the lord for moving me to come and speak with you when I'm in such a sorry state myself," I swooned, looking to the pastor. I dared not let him see my eyes trail to where I could see the faint outlines of his figure. I had to be patient, it takes time for a hunter to catch their prey. I would be given no satisfaction if he didn't come begging for my body himself.

"I suppose there is one thing you could help me with for the time being," the beautiful man walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He had not an ounce of awareness of what creature he was entertaining. I looked over to him, my eyes widening with faux hope.

"What is it father? I would do anything if it would make things easier for you, I dare not impede upon you more than I ought to," my words were sincere. I did truly plan to carry out any task he were to assign me. There would always be ways to get closer to him if I were given such tasks.

"I need to finish up tidying the area, the evening service ended a few hours ago and all the staff have gone home. I typically clean this old building myself, I don't want to burden others but, since you have insisted on wanting to aid me, I don't see why I should deny you," he lead me to a backroom and guided me through the basics of how to start cleaning up the tables and pews- his church was open to many people, and the sick were by no means rejected. It was vital to clean the space to make sure it would continue to be safe for others. I listened carefully and did my best after he left my side to begin. I grabbed a bucket out from under a sink and filled it with soapy water, making my way back into the main room. Soon I was washing the pews, my eyes flicking over temporarlity to the young priest as he left to yet another back room. Soon he was by my side, cleaning not far away from me as well. His robe had been removed, likely so that he would be able to perform his duties with far more ease. He never noticed the way I dressed him down with my sinful eyes. His ass was so perfectly shaped and his pants by no means hid it. His shirt though modest gave me far more than when he wore that unmanageable thing.

I went back to my work, but as I turned a corner behind another row of pews I "accidentally" fell, the water in the bucket soaking through my thin clothes and causing me to slip onto the floor. The father, ever so diligent, made his way over to me. I could sense the heat rise to his face as he noticed what had happened. The clothes that had previously hid everything so well now were sheer. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause such a mess," I scrambled to pick up the bucket, desperately trying to wipe up the water with my rag.

"Be still my child," he helped me back to my feet. "There are towels in the back, but it seems from what you have told me, there is not much in the way of clothes for you… as I said my home is on the grounds. I can lend you some clothes though they may not fit properly."

"You are far too kind, Father," I smiled softly. He showed me where the towels were and led me out of the building with him after he had cleaned up my spill. He led me to his home and showed me the room in which I would be staying- luckily it had its own bathroom as well.

"I'll leave you some clothes for when you get back out of the shower as well, I don't think it could be too comfortable to have that all on your skin," he sighed softly. I nodded, taking off my shirt and unbuckling my belt. He looked taken aback.

"Oh come on Father, you have no need to worry, we are both men after-all. Here it will be better if you take my clothes to put them in the wash rather than me leaving them on your floor to ruin it," I spoke softly, a false innocence put him at ease. I stripped fully and handed him my old clothes taking the towel around me and heading to the bathroom. He was so pure… so beautifully naïve, and yet I could tell he looked at my dick just as much as he did my ass when I turned my back. I wanted to take him and make him know what I knew. My plans had begun… and I already had a good roadmap for tonight. Soon, I will meet him in his dreams.

/////// NIGHT ///////

He was back at the church, cleaning dutifully as usual when he heard the clatter and unpleasant thud and metallic clang. The young priest turned to the source of the noise, seeing me drenched in the soapy water that had overturned. I shook my head, my discomfort evident on my face. "Ugh I can't stand when things get sopping wet like this…" I mumbled to myself. I slowly peeled off the thin clothes that stuck to my skin. The priest paused, his face flushing even more than it had in reality. But this was his dream, his mind, and a part of him knew it wasn't fully real. He didn't stop me as I stripped myself entirely, shuddering as if I were cold. "Father, I apologize for making a mess of things…" I trailed off, slowly steadying myself to my feet. My body was on full display for him, there was no way to hide anything whatsoever. But this was a dream in his eyes, and it would be made into his desire. He saw me as innocent and not as I was, so I showed no signs of awareness of how inappropriate my state was.

"Ah… you," he paused, struggling to gather his bearings. I walked over to him and clung to his body, shuddering as I did so. Of course it made sense I was cold, and it was by no means a strange thing to him either. "Oh, you're shaking," he put a hand on my shoulder and I soon felt another hands on my back steadying me. It was the perfect opportunity. I looked up to him, my eyes filled with a look of that of prey.

"I'm sorry father, I didn't mean to…I really didn't," I pressed my soft body against his. I feigned trying to absorb his warmth and in the process soon felt something pressing hard against my stomach. "Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to cause you so many problems," I frowned. "It's my own fault for tempting you, I should have considered what my foolish behavior would cause."

"No, it's not your fault child, bodies react to things in strange ways," he shook his head, stroking my hair. I could feel his heart thundering in his chest. Such a innocent man…

"No, Father, it is my fault, it's only right I make things better," I slid to my knees on the ground, making quick work with my hands to undo his belt. He flushed again, about to stop me, but he was still somewhat aware it was a dream. Certainly it wouldn't hurt for him to let it happen. After all, he hadn't made me, it wasn't his own sin. But that was just the excuse he made to himself as my hand wrapped around his shaft and his pants and boxers had fallen to the floor. I slowly brought my head down, softly pressing my tongue against his tip and teasing him.

"If you so insist..." His breath hitched as he tried not to force himself into my mouth, a clear look of desperation on his face. I slowly took him into my mouth, being careful not to let my teeth touch him, my tongue dancing on his throbbing sheath. The taste of him filled my mouth and the lust that came from his body filled my hunger. I continued my work, slowly taking him further into my mouth, pressing my head down on his length before pulling back until my tongue was back to teasing his tip. He became more and more desperate. I looked up at him, tempting him to force me down on his cock and face fuck me. He seemed to be holding back for now. I went back to sucking him off, this time deepthroating him as I felt him get closer and closer. I moved a hand down to the floor to steady myself and massaged his balls with my free hand. Soon I pulled my mouth off of his cock again with a pop, pausing to catch my breath. I returned to worshipping his cock, dragging my tongue up his length and teasing him more. Soon he looked barely able to hold himself back and as I slowly took him into my mouth and started to bob my head again, he slammed my head down all the way, unable to stop himself from fucking my mouth for the last stretch of time before he came down my throat. I shuddered, my own need clear in my own body. I swallowed his seed, shuddering again as he finally let go of my head and I was able to pull away. "I'm sorry," he let out in in airy breath. "I don't know what came over me, I was far too forceful to you."

"I don't mind it... but... I'm sorry I'm far too embarrassed to admit it..." I trailed off. My feigned ignorance came back and I slowly stood up, his eyes fell on my body. My throbbing clit-dick and dripping cunt were enough to make my need clear.

"I see, I apologize I should have considered things further," he frowned. I nodded, walking over to one of the pews and bending over it, stretching my cunt open and glancing back at him, shuddering.

"Please.... sir, I need you to help me, I can't stand being so empty when you're so able to make me full~" I mumbled. "And it may help you more, it's only fair I let you use me for being so insolent." I could tell his ability to hold back was diminishing. And my body was far too tempting for him. Yet he seemed not to be willing to go as far as he could. I shuddered as I felt is hand slide between me, his clumsy fingers brushing against my clit. "Am I not appealing enough for you? Or are you embarrassed by how poor you are with your hands and body?" I teased. I could sense how frustrated he was, how much he was struggling to decide how much further he would allow things to go... even in his dreams. He pressed a finger into me, slowly feeling around. He clearly had no experience, his awkwardness was pathetic. But I would play along, he wasn't ready for me to take control and use him as I wished.

"You're tempting me... so much, but I cannot give in... I was wrong to want to take advantage of you as much as I have already," and yet he was pressing another finger into me, and even with his clumsiness, I couldn't deny the pleasure it gave. His other hand went to my clit, and he seemed to be far better in his treatment of that. He pushed back the skin and rubbed my tip, causing me to let out a soft moan.

"You're doing so good~ Won't you play with me a little more, defile me the way you seemed to wish? You already turned me away from god to worship you, it's only fair you do the same," my words fell on deaf ears. His stroke both inside of my cunt and on the tip of my clit were painfully slow and drawn out. Before I could ever reach my end he had pulled away and wiped his hands on his own clothes, seeming to gather his bearings.

"This is wrong... I truly have sinned," as he spoke those words I found myself back in my bed, cast out of his dream. I knew it would be only a short time before he would awake.

I made my way out of my room, and passed to his own. He would not be able to know I was there, I knew well how to conceal myself. He awoke in his bed and looked down at his hands before laying his head in them.

"How could I let my lust so consume me..." he murmured to himself. He let his hands fall before he clasped them together and broke into a prayer- begging that his god may forgive how much he had desired to have me service him and show myself off that he had seen it in a dream. How shameful it was that he saw me with a cunt out of his desire to breed the effeminate man who had came into his care. He had no idea I was truly the one at fault, and he never had to know either.

He was already beginning to fall from grace, and I had barely entered his life. Perhaps he had been more sinful from the start, or weaker to the whims of his own lust than men I had corrupted before. I made my way back to my own room and to the bathroom. I was far too hard and worked up to think.

I was still filled with a desperate need to get off. He had no way to know his struggle was what brought me to my own orgasm in his home. I came to the idea of what he may become in the final stages. I wanted to ruin him and make myself his new god, and nothing would get in my way. This was only the beginning.

[ask-cloverfield]

Ichimonji my fucking GUY Hayato

His stuff is short enough that I was able to finish it quicker than Ruriko’s

Ichimonji Hayato was originally made to replace Takeshi Hongo when his actor, Hiroshi Fujioka was injured during a stunt gone wrong. To contrast the previous protagonist he was more friendly, jokey, a tad competitive and fucking delightfully cocky. He still had that air of sadness about him, however he managed to find solace in his allies and friends.

The manga version of Ichimonji also keeps that, but adds in him initially being a SHOCKER Rider freed by Takeshi before his death.

The movie attempts to combine these two interpretations and it succeeds. The biggest difference is how he acts when brainwashed. In the manga he was the same as every other SHOCKER monster, blindly devoted and arrogant which served to contrast his actual self

In this film Ichiro attempts to modify Ichimonji (Who was one of Hiroshi Midorikawa’s earlier experiments with the Grasshopper augmentation project) to be more independent and able to harness prana more efficiently so he can more effectively track and kill Takeshi Hongo

“I think I was supposed to be a journalist, but I am Grasshopper-Aug 2. It is my task to eliminate you. Now watch this, Henshin!”

However Ichimonji ends up keeping more of his personality, still being a fairly approachable and charming guy even as he attempts to kill Hongo. He chases Hongo until he is charged enough to be able to take Ichimonji at full strength and ensures they are in area with no civilians so Hongo can go all out.

“I don’t dislike kindness, but there is a fine line between kindness and weakness”

Before he begins the fight he reminds Takeshi that if he dies Ruriko loses her protection so he better take him all in with intent to kill

 “This is you at full strength? I like it”

As they fight Ruriko gets to work preparing a program to deprogram Ichimonji as Takeshi and Hongo fight across an industrial plant, in the end Ichimoni is able to throw him into the air and shatter his leg

“How lame”

As he approaches Hongo, Ruriko steps in front of him

I just need you to know I named this gif “No Pickles” and I am shocked I never noticed his leg is bending the wrong way

“Can you move? Missy?”

She promptly uploads the deprogram program into Ichimonji’s helmet and he collapses, as SHOCKER’s brainwashing forces them in a constant state of euphoria removing it forces them to re-experience all their life’s sorrows leaving Hayato stunned on the ground sobbing as Ruriko gives him a red scarf

As he lays there crying Ruriko is stabbed in the back by K.K. aug, as he speaks to Ruriko and prepares to stab her again Hayato kicks him at a VERY high speed down a pit thing where they have a short little conversation

“Who are you?” “I think now, I am Masked Rider, ally of humanity, enemy to SHOCKER!”

“Huh?”

“Now  I think I’m gonna do what I want, like settling the score, starting with paying you back for what you did to the missy”

After the fight is over and Takeshi takes Ruriko’s will, they separate with Ichimonji telling him

“I’m a journalist, I expose evil with my camera. Now, with this power I can fight this evil. I don’t dislike you, Hongo. I think I might like you, But I don’t trust the people following you.”

As he watches Takeshi ride off injured to face Ichiro he appears to have a change of heart joining Takeshi as he is overwhelmed and plopping him on his bike

“Don’t have to apologize! You can just thank me.”

“Okay, thank you Ichimonji-Kun”

“Why so formal? Drop the Kun”

“Okay Ichimonji”

“I don’t like teams. But for you I think I’ll give it a shot”

“Guess I’m Kamen Rider No. 2 now huh?” “That makes us Double Riders!”

He and Takeshi face Ichiro and after Takeshi explains his plan he fucking headbutts Ichiro’s helmet open and watches Takeshi work his plan

Only to realize in horror Takeshi never planned on surviving

The film shows him later at a pier preparing to throw away Ruriko’s scarf as he is approached by Takeshi and Ruriko’s government friends who give him Takeshi’s burnt helmet and tell him Takeshi wished for him to have it

And also that Takeshi and Ruriko’s consciousness lives on in the helmet

Ichimonji agrees to work for them with one condition

“I can’t trust people who don’t share their names.”

“I’m Tachibana”

“Taki”

He paints the helmet a familiar color

“That’s better, didn’t like that threatening gnawing-teeth look, nice and friendly!”

He rides off as he hears Takeshi’s voice

“Through the helmet I can hear what you hear, the smell of the exhaust, the roar of the engine, every thing you feel I feel too, I can feel the force of the wind striking our body

I can feel all of it

Now Ride! Faster Hayato!”

“Here we go Takeshi, from now on. We are not alone”

Ichimonji is used to represent the evolution of Kamen Rider from these tragic men trying to fight an organization that just destroyed them and took everything from them

To this heroic, playful and charming Hero of Justice: Kamen Rider

[mysticbewitched]

Hi mystic, I want to share this with you. So, for a while I have been wanting a new friend. A complete stranger who knows nothing about me. Just for fun. So sometimes I would vaguely visualise it ( I wasn’t trying to manifest it tbh, it’s just something that naturally happened while I thought of it ). And guess what?! I made a friend online today! It happened so naturally and effortlessly and I realised it after it happened. I sometimes try to forcefully feel the “euphoria” during wish fulfilled. But I didn’t do any of that. Also, I never visualised what kind of person I wanted them to be. But as we were getting to know each other I realised he is exactly the kind of person I would have liked to be friends with. It’s crazy but it feels so normal.. Also i would bully myself to be in the state often but I wasn’t aware of this 24/7, maybe like 1/2 times every other day.

Anyway, I just wanted to share this, also I love your blog so much!!! Thank you for being so kind and gentle with your words. ❤️

Thank you for sharing this with me.

Do you see how powerful you are? That was all you.

I am so proud of you for realizing your power.

Conscious manifestation is truly as simple as making a decision from the understanding that you are the one and only God of your own reality and staying faithful to your decision with stubbornness.

Also, I want to set straight that the wish fulfilled state of mind is all about confidence in yourself from the knowing that your true self is God and being aware of your own divine power to create reality.

You never have to force yourself to feel any emotions or specific feelings. Most especially, when you truly grasp the understanding that you create your own reality at all times. You are the creator.

The mind state of the confident wish fulfilled naturally comes when you are confident in your own ability to manifest your desires.

It is simply a self-assured perception of recognizing the fact that your manifestation is already fulfilled. You just know with confidence that it's coming.

It's as simple as making a decision as the operant power and being stubborn in knowing it is done.

Remain aware of the fact that it is done because you are God and reality is at your command.

I promise that making decision and simply remaining aware of the fact that it is done is enough for it to manifest. I speak from experience.

Thank you so incredibly much for all your love, support, and your kind words. 🖤

I wish you the absolute best on your spiritual path.

[katarh-mest]

alcohol PSA for writers

If your characters are drinking alcohol, but you yourself have never had any alcohol, it can be very VERY obvious if you have them get drunk within the first few sips of a strong drink.

Continue below if you want some education from a professional lush.

Alcohol actually takes some time to absorb in the bloodstream and start impacting behavior. It's why it is such a dangerous drug, and SO easy to abuse.

At a minimum, most people take at least 10 minutes before they start to get it circulating through the blood stream. That's on an empty stomach. You might have other effects besides the ethanol poisoning - strong liquor can make someone cough if they're not expecting it - but the euphoria and lowered inhibitions don't kick in for quite a while if you are drinking lower ABV stuff.

Most liquor is not drunk straight. Exceptions are things like whiskey and fortified wines like cognac. Mix the drinks with something non alcoholic, usually cut with sugar. Your characters are not going to down straight vodka (unless it's Mao Mao... then she totally would.)

Beer, wine, and ciders range in ABV from 3% (weaker beers) to 15% (stronger wines) compared to liquors which start at 20% ABV for the most part. The whiskey I drink straight is 35% ABV... and I drink it very slowly, very carefully, about 10 drams at a time (roughly 1.5 oz or so.) That is, one "standard" drink.

Other standard drinks: One 5% beer (12 oz can or bottle), one 5 oz pour of 15% wine, and 1.5-2 oz of a liquor that is 35%-40% (80 proof), vs a 0.75-1 oz pour of a 150 proof liquor. Proof maxes out at 190 and that's Everclear, aka 95% pure ethanol. 100 proof is 50% alcohol and you'll find that in things like vodka, gin, and tequila. These DO have flavors! But the flavors are buried underneath the ethanol, and need to be thinned out to be tasted, so they're almost always cut with something else to make the alcohol not be unpalatable.

If I'm drinking, here's about the levels of alcohol and how they affect me (I'm a 44 year old woman that has fairly high tolerance. Use this guide as a metric for your characters who can handle their liquor. Move everyone down a level if they are "lightweights" or have never had alcohol at all.)

1 standard drink makes me happy and pleasant, fun and giggly. I can still think, I can still drive as long as I've had something to eat and waited 30-45 minutes, and I get some of my best house cleaning done in this state

2 standard drinks make me slightly buzzed and approaching unsafe to drive (I hand over my keys at this point to the DD). Still fun and giggly, but also starting to lose my inhibitions. More likely to break something while cleaning.

3 standard drinks start to impair my ability to speak with my normal levels of clarity and articulation. I am not yet slurring my words, but my brain's CPU is now overheating.

4 standard drinks takes me out of the happy space and starts to make me sick. Its no longer fun. I cannot stand up straight. This is binge drinking.

5 standard drinks is going to have me vomiting if I drunk them too fast. I've got high tolerance so if I ate food I'll be okay, but if I don't drink enough water, I'll be hung over the next day.

If I'm beyond this, I'm probably passed out someplace. All but once that 1 time has been at home (that time I woke up on the couch of the fraternity whose party I was at. I was okay. I was lucky. Thank you, Alpha Kappa Psi bros, for putting me on the couch and giving me a glass of water. You were the MVPs.)

Alcohol is a poison. It is a poison. It's a delicious poison, and humans have the ability to process it, but it's still something that will make you very sick or kill you if you go too fast.

BONUS: High tolerance, low tolerance, and a tendency to alcoholism are all somewhat genetic. Our bodies need two enzymes to process alcohol, and if one processes fast and the other processes slow, the result is that some people "handle their liquor" naturally well, and others are going to be "lightweights" no matter how much they practice. Some folks actually get 0 of the happy euphoria from alcohol and go straight into the poison symptoms (this is known as "Asian Flush Syndrome" but it can impact people from any part of the world.) These folks will get sick from a single "standard" drink - but they are unlikely to ever get drunk, because they'll get sick long before they drink enough alcohol to reach that point. They make some of the best DDs out there, though, so if you know someone who experiences it, make them your best friend, offer to buy their coca colas and bar snacks, and hand them the keys after you have had drink #2.

[flowerycoffin]

Not to be that person again, but this HB episode was such a rollercoaster. I watched it only once with my fried and exhausted brain (understanding Millie was so hard for me) and even in that state I can say one thing:

It wasn’t really good :^(

Breath of fresh air in the shape of finally having some nice, actually thought scene is definetly very influencial on overall opinion of mine so I’ll start with this ‘cause I need nice things first- Moxxie and Crimson relationship is like a swing, but portrayal of their past and scenes when they are alone are honestly threatening (with a break for dildo joke; sadly I must say it was also the only good joke in this episode, especially when Moxxie said he doesn’t know anyone liking this kind of things and than Blitz screaming with euphoria). We finally have a tension, villain who you should be scared of, neat story and… oh well, guess Crim is only good alone with his son and at the very end of the episode, because during final battle he does litterally nothing except standing and shouting.

With good things out of the way- can we talk about Millie writting? Whole screentime is just her being berserk or Moxxies wife. She’s just angry pomeranian this whole time and magically unbeatable wonder woman at the end with breaks at being Moxxies support wife. Also her possible character development and backstory are thrown like a rock to the lake, because her ex is also Moxxies ex, but we know only Moxxies backstory with said ex and not her.

Oh, speaking off ex-boyfriend - Chaz is unbearable. He’s just sex-crazy bisexual (Viv, as someone whose main shield is “being bisexual writer” you should know this stereotype about bisexuals is widly spread). It’s his only trait. Oh, and being M&M ex. What kind of a joke is this!?

Also free round - questions I have after watching this and hoping someone will answer:

Why greed ring is just New York or New Orlean stereotype (I live in Southern Europe. This is how NY and NO look according to TV)?

Is Moxxie family some sort of hispanic mafia, but painted red? His mother wears hispanic culture inspired clothing and I heard that kissing in the chick is considered hispanic (although it’s actually widely spread tradition in Europe)?

When will fat Moxxie joke expire?

How does marriage work in Hell? We have catholic priest and or you can have polyamorous marriage or M&M had some sort of divorce papers written behind their backs.

Am I the only one who saw a title and immediately thought about “Ex’s and Oh’s” by Elle King?

What is a chierarchy in Hell? Are shark-people under imps or only certain imps are above others or it depends on the ring or does race doesn’t matter after all?

Overall solid 5/10 for finally delivering me some good villain

[aihoshiino]

whats your favourite thing about each of the onk characters?

As a person with ADHD I am ontologically incapable of picking Just One Thing but I'll do my best!!

Ai: oh my god she melts my brain too much to pick just one thing!!! If you really put a gun to my head though I would have to say her warm, persistent kindness in the face of a life that has often been abnormally cruel to her. She always goes out of her way to be kind to people even when it has absolutely no benefit to her, just because Ai is a deeply kind person that even abuse and neglect couldn't tarnish. She understands loneliness and abandonment to such a deep degree that even when she can't exactly understand the ins and outs of why or how other people feel the way they feel, when she sees people suffering or in pain, her instinctive response is to reach out to them and try and make sure they feel heard even if she can't actually do anything to ease their pain. For all the BS she says about calling herself cynical, people hating and all the rest of it, Ai is such a deeply and actively kind person to such an incredible degree.

Also her fangies. Can't forget the fangies.

Aqua: Aqua Hoshino Is The Funniest Guy In Oshi No Ko And He Doesn't Even Know It. This sort of falls under the more serious header that is the cavernous gap between Aqua's stated goals and intentions and the reality of his actual feelings that often slips out via his actions but more specifically I'm obsessed with the hysterical comedic gap that is Aqua larping as Light Yagami during season 1 of Love Live. Like ugh yeah I have to kill my dad but what am I gonna do, NOT wear matching TWINS tshirts with my sister? Or shit like him being the one to go and get his copy of Sweet Today and start paging through it while Ruby and Miyako watch it and then immediately tattling to Kana that Ruby talked shit even though he toooootally doesn't care you guys :/// Mfer dressed up like a buff chicken and did a squeaky voice for a week because he can't handle having a crush on Kana!!! HE'S THE FUNNIEST GUY IN THIS WHOLE SHOW AND NOBODY UNDERSTANDS Ruby: The way Ruby's history as Sarina - or I guess more specifically, as a person who grew up both disabled and under a toxic mother - informs her zest and energy is soooooo sweet and tender to me, but especially in the ways in informs her deep, deep love for Ai as her mother. The inheritance of Sarina's despair and its transition into Ruby's joy and empowerment is such an incredible and powerful beat - I watched episode 1 with a friend last night (hi Silvie!) and the scene of Ruby realizing that she no longer lives in a body at risk of betraying her at any moment and that she has a mother who loves her and values her happiness and positive growth over all else is still one of the most powerful scenes in the whole story for me. The way that realization of euphoria and power continues to form the foundations of her arc going forward is a big part of why the first stretch of the manga is still the strongest material to me.

Kana: my little failgirl <3 Kana is another one of those characters where I could say a lot of deep and introspective things about her incredible resilience, her intelligence and determination and the way she continues to try and make herself big in a world that has only ever operated by making her feel small but the truth in my heart is just that I think she is the funniest bitch on the planet. If Aqua did not exist she would take the crown as Funniest Character In Oshi No Ko. The consistency with which she takes Ls and gets fed her own hair emotionally speaking (UH AND LITERALLY I GUESS BECAUSE I WROTE THAT JOKE AND THEN REMEMBERED THAT SCENE WITH THE DIRECTOR) just really gets under my guard and makes me fucking lose it every time it happens. I'm a simple guy, ok? Memcho: Mem being a woman in her early 20s and the perspective and emotional intelligence that comes with that experience, especially when contrasted with the teens, is soooooo fascinating to me. In general it's just really refreshing to see a girlie in her mid 20s in an anime still being portrayed as just as fun and cute and silly and energetic as the teens; anime in general has a really bad habit of having two ages which are Teen and Middle Aged Adult but Mem just feels like an actual person in her mid 20s which is SUCH a nice change. I also just think that, like I said, the way her emotional intelligence contrasts the kids who are still going the fuck through it as teens experiencing huge, fucked up emotions for the first time in their almost-adult lives; Mem's a lot smarter and sharper than folks give her credit for and it's always so interesting to see her snap into 'adult in the room' mode. The fact that this doesn't at all interfere with her friendship with Kana and Ruby is also really sweet - I actually do not remember ever seeing one of these age gap friendships in an anime that didn't come with some weird maternal overtones but the way B-Komachi's friendship kind of supersedes and makes their age gap a non-factor really reminds me of my own friendships like that - both when I was Ruby's age and had older folks looking out for me and now that I'm Mem's age and some of my besties from my real life DND group are babies LMFAO

Akane: The way OnK portrays Akane's acting technique is really fascinating to me! This is maybe a bit of a silly comparison to draw but I find that I weirdly relate to Akane and the way she portrays characters because I've been doing some form of online text roleplay or another since I was licherally 11 years old and the way she talks about like... sewing up internal inconsistencies and reverse engineering a character's thoughts, feelings and general worldview from their portrayed actions, making connections between aspects of their character that may be unstated by the text but make your portrayal cohere and feel richer and more vibrant. This is literally exactly the way I handle writing canon characters right down to the unhinged canon review, to the point that it is a running gag between me and my friends that Akane's serial killer ass Ai research session is Literally Just Me when I'm doing my Oshi no Ko canon review. It's about the weirdest and most unexpected way I have ever felt represented by a piece of media LOL Miyako: The absolute character development W this woman had!!! Admittedly I feel like the glowup is only so strong because Aka clearly had a very different Miyako in his brain when he started writing Oshi no Ko vs the one she actually became but I still absolutely love the ways Miyako grows over the series and how smart, competent and fiercely driven she is when given a reason to motivate herself. I don't have a huge to to say about Miyako just because she so effortlessly speaks for herself but God I Love Her. Ichigo: i just love it when a guy is a faildad to a fucked up teenage girl There we go! Admittedly this wasn't Everyone and I mostly just stuck to the main cast I had strong enough opinions about to voice but! If you're ever curious about what I think about someone in the extended cast, please do feel free to drop me some asks and prod me for my thoughts!

[caius-hhhhhh]

Intro + Faq + infodumping about my gender

Ahoy! I’m Caius, I post a horrible amalgamation of Vox content, trans and sex positivity (trans sex positivity), disability rights, cats, and things that make me laugh. My blog is a safe space for me, the rest of you are in danger I think

sexuality: pansexual (this means your gender! <3) allo/allo — I know I have a sizeable number of a-spec followers, so I just want to flag that I am not one of you, but a) you deserve the world, and b) I’ll punch anyone that thinks otherwise

gender: Domgender. In trans terms, I’m multiflux with preference. In cis terms, I experience three gender identities — a masculine one, a feminine one, and an agender one (I think of the agender identity as being a gender, just a gender that is ungendered; I know this isn’t the same experience for other agender people) — but they fluctuate in their intensity and overlap with one another every day. But one identity, the masculine one, tends to dominate over the others: it happens more frequently, it tends to be more intense, and I feel a stronger attachment to my masculinity than my femininity or agenderness. This puts me in between a couple of categories. I’m both genderfluid and transmasculine. I’m happy to be referred to as such. I don’t consider myself nonbinary, even though my gender is quite literally not binary. My gender shifts from both random chance and specific stimuli. The reason why I wake up one day and feel like a demiboy? Couldn’t tell you. Why my femininity puffs its chest out when someone says something misogynistic? VERY deliberate.

pronouns: he/him. I’ve tried using multiple pronouns and it’s not really for me. I’m not on HRT, so I have to fight so hard to be called he on the regular, so when someone does gender me correctly, it gives me euphoria even when I’m not feeling particularly masculine on that day. To be super technical (the best kind of technical), when I’m very strongly agendered I actually like using an em-dash (—) as a pronoun. “Caius has a blog where — doesn’t differentiate between —s fandom posts and philosophy posts”. This is very fun in theory, but in practice, a) it’s quite statistically rare for me to feel very strongly agendered on a particular day, and b) when I am I am so not likely to tell others about it. So it’s a footnote but not something I expect, or want, people to do in practice. To reiterate: I use one set of pronouns. Don’t call me they.

physically disabled: no mentally disabled: yes intellectually disabled: basically the opposite, honestly

what’s OCPD?: Try wikipedia. Explaining my disorder upsets me. Please take the initiative to inform yourself about personality disorders, their effects on the individual, and the way they’re stigmatised. I rarely have the emotional energy to educate you about myself.

location: not the united states

age: xx.xx.2000. I have an embarrassing zodiac sign, you’re not getting it out of me

day job: scholar. It’s broadly possible to determine more specific details from what I post, but I will not answer direct questions about my major or research interest because academia deliberately makes it easy to identify people based on that information. If you genuinely, seriously, and wholeheartedly want details? I’d need a picture of your student ID.

politics: From the river to the sea. I do not make politics, calls to action, petitions, and donations a prominent feature of my blog. I post information that I did not know, want others to know, or find particularly pertinent on an infrequent basis. I would encourage you to find other sources of more frequent and more up-to-date information elsewhere. I am a white settler living on stolen Indigenous land. I make every effort to educate myself on the ways in which our white supremacist society unfairly targets people of colour, and to alter the way I, as a person who benefits from white supremacy, behave and speak about race.

fandoms: Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss; Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard (no Kane Chronicles, sorry) I tend to remain stationary within a fandom for a long period of time. I’m likely not going anywhere, but I’ll probably add more to this list than subtract from it. I post vague snatchings of other fandoms, but nothing particularly saturated. I don’t actually read Warrior Cats anymore i just watch moonkitti videos

other socials: just AO3

is your blog 18+?: strictly speaking, I do not reblog posts that contain explicit sexual content. Many people I follow do. Please mind the bios of people I’m reblogging from. I do talk about sex as a concept. I acknowledge that it exists. I make jokes about its existence. We gain nothing as a society from shaming and shielding people from the existence of sex, and casual references towards it are an essential part of undoing the christian impulses that force us to view sex as an evil or morally unthinkable action. This is not the same as posting porn on main. Which I do not.

are minors welcome on your blog?: as above. I think teenagers and adults can and should be encouraged to communicate with one another in a healthy and appropriate manner. In fact, it is vital that teenagers have a healthy and diverse support network of adults in their lives, and it is a problem if they do not have access to that. Yes: teenagers and older children should be educated about internet safety and what an inappropriate interaction with an adult looks like. Yes: adults should not be disgusting. In my own particular case, people under 20 are welcome to follow. I am not your friend, and I will not become so. But I am happy to offer you advice, if you are trans, gay, disabled, or unsure of how university works.

why are anon asks off?: I’m a trans person on the internet. It’s funny, really, the way that leaving your name on something tends to dissuade most people from saying something revolting.

why don’t you capitalise things?: depression. It started out that way, anyway, where moving my finger to hit the caps lock was just too much effort; but rhetorically, there’s a different tone of voice in which you read i versus I. I like that. I think it’s juicy. I don’t capitalise proper nouns or names like america, christianity, or white to show disrespect. Yes this also bleeds into the uncapitalised “i”: I’d never not capitalise the names of people I respect!

why’d you spell capitalize like “capitalise”?: there’s this cool thing that languages have, it’s called a dialect

how does your tagging system work?: it doesn’t! I’ll probably go through the two fucking thousand posts I have and sort them when I’m in the mood to make a list but don’t hold your breath. I put things on my blog like stickers, they go together spiritually not materially I do sometimes post pictures of spiders. Please block the tag #spiders. If you’d prefer a different or more unique tag, please let me know. It’s not at all a fuss my art is tagged #original work (regrettably). Probably subject to change

can we be friends?: sure. I check the blogs of everyone who shows up in my notes, so if I follow you it means I like you. Likespam, ask, reblog, message, I don’t care. If you’re trans I’ve probably already imagined our wedding

can we flirt with you?: If you’re over 20. You have to do it off anon though

how do you pronounce “caius”?: ˈkʌɪəs. [ʌɪ is like “rye”, əs like “us”.]

how do you pronounce the hhhhhh?: an exasperated aspiration. like “ughhhhhh” but without the gutteral G. A heavy, heavy sigh. It’s six Hs, by the way.

[nitrochiralfan]

Character Design analysis: Mei Yuzuki

I wanted to talk about Mei. she's my favorite character in Slow Damage for personal reasons. Mei is one of the characters whose design I found incredibly beautiful. There is not so much to talk about or go on because of the limited information about her.There is one thing about her design that is supposed to convey her role and character in the game which I am going to talk about below.

In the art book, Yamada stated that Mei is designed to match Towa as a pair.

I was confused by this. I thought it could mean that she would have the same matching clothes as Towa, but it means that Mei’s character design is made to match Towa.  Mei has small similarities to Towa in her design,  with both having the same hair color, expressions, and clothes. If we put them next to each other they look and have the same resemblance as brother and sister. Mei’s design is meant to be misleading to have us believe that she is Towa's sister, just like Towa did.

Mei and Towa are designed to be a matching set as seen in how their clothes are made to match noting their time at euphoria as a matching set, There clothes are in the way they are dressed up makes them seem more like dolls to be played with or shown off than regular children they are dressed like that to serve customers in euphoria.  

Speaking of the matching sets, there are a few details about Mei's design that are visually seen in her appearance in the concept art she placed right next to Fujieda.

In the design process, Fujieda is Mei’s main model for her appearance, since she is Fujiedas sister. They both have similar features since they are brother and sister, such as Mei having the same colors as Fujieda.

She is younger than Fujieda and resembles the gender-bent version of her brother but with softer features, Mei and Fujieda have different expressions and eyes, as seen in how Mei lacks her brother’s harshness in her eyes.

In the first concept art she has the same untidy hair as Fujieda, the messy hair in her design resembles Fujieda since it's supposed to note that they are related to each other. The long hair in his first concept is used for her current design.

The third concept art had her with straight short hair, straight hair resembling Mei’s straight hair she had in her current design. 

Mei's current design resembles 1 and 3 with long hair and short straight hair with bangs.

The straight bangs and hair give the impression of her personality that she is childlike and innocent and her bangs show her eyes are created putting a strong emphasis on the strong light in her eyes that she had. 

The thing that is most present in her concept drafts and her design is the light that's visible in her eyes which is prevalent in her personality.  Mei has a powerful light in her eyes that is something Towa noted which is something that is seen in her design. The light in Mei’s eyes in her concept art this aspect in her design notes what she represents her character and role in the game.

The third concept art had Mei in a white dress. The white dress in the 3 and straight bangs make Mei look too young. The artist was careful with Mei to not make her look too much like a princess, and her clothes needed to say something about her personality too and background. 

Concept art 1 and 2 have her wear ordinary clothes, her clothes are supposed to note that Mei comes from an ordinary if not abusive background. the clothes in her first design look like the ones she had in the photo.

In the art book Mei went through numerous changes in her concept art she went through changes before it settled on the current design. Her hair and clothes went through revamps before they settled on the current. If there was anything Mei’s design taught me it is that another aspect of character design is the lasting impression you make on the audience from the design of the character. It's about how the design left a lasting impression on someone. Her concept art had her with short hair the short hair did not have an impact on Mei’s design Mei's design wouldn’t make her any less memorable if she has short hair which is why the long hair gives Mei more of an impact in contrast to short hair.

Mei being modeled after both Fujieda, her brother, and Towa are meant to resemble them both. Fujieda is designed to mirror Towa, and mei appearance is designed to match Towa corresponding to the theme of the route equals.

One thing in the concept art is that she wears white in her clothes; this would play an important role in her character and story. In Towa's flashback, it features Mei wearing a flowy white dress which symbolizes her purity, and innocence and represents her light, the white dress gives her an ethereal feel which represents how she is no longer part of this world.

Mei wearing white notes her the foil of Maya, and her white flowy dress contrasts with Maya's red-black kimono this contrast showed that Mei is the foil of Maya, being the light to Maya's darkness as seen in her design and writing.

There are a lot of little details that go into her design but the thing that stands out the most in her design is how she symbolizes the light.

Mei is designed after the theme of the route and the light motif she represents Mei designed to match Towa Fujieda points out how she is put under the same situation as Towa in his time as Euphoria and the light motif in her design corresponds to her personality to how she never gave up hope despite the hell she was thrown into an inspired Towa to escape from his mother.

The light symbolism notes her role in the plot of what she is supposed to mean to Towa and Fujieda and how she completes their character arc by helping them find closure in their past and giving them hope to look forward to the future.

[lore-o-hoe]

Episode 206 Recap:

- WOW OKAY! So this episode begins with a crazy Kaiju battle between Dread Queen Persephone and Mad Titan Kronos.

- honestly these panels are gorgeous, like just LOOK at Persephone I can practically feel her euphoria here!

- Of course Kronos tries his best to subjugate her and prey on her insecurities:

- But she shuts that down with the summoning of her Bident and declaration of her power. This is HER realm and he isn’t about to take her down without a fight.

Also the callback to Zeus’ line about her being a b-grade goddess really shows us how far we’ve come story-wise.

- Athena and Ares just posting up in a tree is honestly kinda hilarious . Like they could help but this is just too crazy

- Persephone summoning bees of all things threw me for a second but I’m assuming it’s one of the many Fertility goddess abilities.

- A question though, how did they get in here? Leave your theories in the comments because I’m a little lost 😅

- I’m living for power crazed Persephone

- Also giving Tartarus itself a ‘form’ was an interesting move and not how I expected this fight to wrap up. But also maybe practical? Gods, titans, and other beings can’t ‘die’, Rheas withering away is the closest thing I’ve seen (comic-wise) of this occurring within cannon. So re-imprisonment was likely the logical conclusion for the time being.

- This little moment of poetic Justice:

- While the battle was cool and wrapped up neatly, Kronos’ warning line is concerning… while he didn’t sap Persephone’s power, he did absorb the power/abilities of others so while he can’t escape this very second he may very well return.

- I can’t help but wonder if this is part of Persephone’s ‘deal’ with the realm? Like maybe one of her conditions when she ate the pomegranate was to visit Tartarus. It is of course a ‘being’ and while it hadn’t had the ability to speak before now, maybe it feels lonely in its own way? I’m just guessing because it’s WAY too early to know exactly what specific stipulations come with Persephone’s ascension.

- In the end we see Persephone FINALLY reunited with Hades and god this is too cute y’all 🥲

Hera, Poseidon, and Athena waking up and into the arms of the people they love was just. GOD MY LITTLE HEART. Though I feel bad for Demeter, she seems to be waking up the presence of a Queen? I’ll elaborate about that more at the bottom of the post though, back to the feels!

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Theories/Questions Section:

- How did the news crew cover the fight? The Underworld itself was in a state of slumber and I’m under the assumption that the borders to the UW were closed. I’ll re-read and come back with anything I missed!

- I know some people may not have liked how the fight went (I kinda thought it would be longer. But thinking about it in the context of the situation makes sense. Re-imprisonment was probably the best move at that moment.

Since Kronos technically isn’t something that can ‘die’, Rhea’s demise/withering was caused by Kronos using up her essence/fertility powers. And even then it was their union that unfortunately allowed him to sap her energy in the first place. Suffice it to say I wish it could’ve been longer but I am still happy with what we got.

- Demeter and the King?: In one of the many versions of Persephone’s myth, during Demeters search for a missing Persephone and onset of winter she takes up with the King Celeus of Eleusis in the guise of an old woman. He asks her to watch over his son as a nursemaid and yeah there’s a whole myth about that. So long story short, in return for the king being so hospitable Demeter plans to make Demophon (the kings son immortal) and it doesn’t go as planned.

(Sorry for the long winded explanation) so where Demeter wakes up is likely in the palace of this king. I kinda doubt we’ll learn about her exile in extensive detail in further episodes but I could be wrong!